The story of the Penguins, The best band ever (CHAPTER 2)

by Alec in Michigan

“Get away from me idiot!” Noah Zobster said angrily to Joe McMicken, one of the biggest bullies in the school.
“Now why would I do that farm boy? Hey, I have an idea, why don’t you knock me down with your stupid guitar? Rock out loud, Mozart!”
“Hey, McChicken, why don’t you cluck off?” Johnny Zipper said as he stepped on to the scene of the altercation.
“Oh look, it’s the aspiring artist! Go away fruit cake.”
“Think your funny don’t you? Well take a look at this comedy boy.” With that Johnny swung his fist at Joe, and it connected with a crisp pfft! Joe was not one to take this kind of stuff, especially from a wimp like Zipper, thought Joe. And then, as Joe was about to hit Johnny with a hard upper cut, Noah bashed his fist into Joe’s head. Joe crumbled onto the pavement crying like a baby.

“Thanks for the help Zipper.” Thanked Noah as they drank coffee outside of the Great Lakes crossing Starbucks.
“Yeah, don’t get all mushy gushy about it, Joe’s a moron, I had to do something.” Retorted Johnny.
“You play the bass guitar, right?” Questioned Noah.
“Pretty good at it too.” Answered Johnny.
“Cool, I play the guitar, I’m good, but not the next Elvis or Billie Joe Armstrong.”
“We should start a band, how about The Penguins?” Johnny said jokingly, thinking of a stupid stuffed animal he had had as a kid.
“I like it…” Said Noah with a mischievous look on his face.
“No way, I was totally joking, Dude no!” Said Johnny.
“Come on, we could be rich! Like for example, ummm, oh I got it, Green day, Billie Joe and Mike Dirnt, good friends, made millions, probably billions!”
“Well we’ll need a drummer.” Johnny replied reluctantly.
“That’s what I’m talking about man, that “Looking ahead” you do!”