Octonauts Q&A

Inkling

"Right," said Amy, after having given the Captain a sufficient emotional break. "Let's get back to the questioning, shall we?" She glanced around the room, as if deciding who to interrogate next. Actually, that was exactly what she was doing.

Her gaze settled on Inkling.

"You'll do nicely."

"M...Me..?" stammered Inkling.

"Amy's choice," shrugged Crash, evidently enjoying the moment to no end. "Her questions after all!"

"But... What about the Captain? Doesn't he usually go first? Or Kwazii?"

"Don't worry, we'll question them later," interjected Crash. "Don't you want to get the whole thing over and done with? So you can properly enjoy the others' interrogations?"

Inkling paused.

"I... I suppose..."

"Great!" smiled Amy. "It's decided then. Now... Let's see... where did I put the papers..?"

An awkward moment in which Crash and Amy searched the area around them, and all of the Octonauts looked at each other, unsure whether to help them question Inkling or not.

"Aha!" shouted Amy triumphantly. "I know where I put them! In the cheesecake!"

"In the cake, matey?" said Kwazii incredulously.

"Yup," answered Amy, before pulling a stack of paper out of the cheesecake and brushing off some crumbs. Then she looked down at the dessert. "Sort of ruined now. That's okay, help yourself. Each Octonaut looked hungrily at the cake. Kwazii made the move and grabbed a large slice.

"This cake is wonderful Amy!" Dashi smiled. "And I love the peaches!"

"Thanks," responded the brown-haired girl quietly. "Family recipe. Anyways, back to Inky." Inkling gulped. Amy grinned. Crash laughed.

"Question one. What is your favourite type of book?"

Inkling looked relieved that the questions weren't anything too personal. Hopefully (A/N- go ahead and ask him more readers! I headcanon an OC named Sarah, Inkling's deceased love. Check it out in the Octonauts world tour book). 

"I... I was always partial to books on ocean topography. I find the different layers of the ocean fascinating. But as an overall genre, I do love a good memoir. Especially from any of the renowned marine biologists out there."

"Hmm, sort of boring but taste is taste," shrugged Amy. "Next question. What do you think of fiction? Any favourites to recommend?"

Inkling removed his monocle and began to clean it.

"I always thought nonfiction to be superior to its more imaginative cousin, but yes I have read my fair share of fictional fantasies in my time."

"Recommendations?" reminded Amy.

"Ah yes. I always did love Jules Verne. Although they may not be strictly accurate, Journey to the Centre of the Earth and 20000 Leagues under the Sea were my favourites as a child and a young adult. My fifteenth birthday gift was a Jules Verne treasury, with those two included."

Crash nodded sagely.

"And not only are they good books, they also make wonderful attractions at Tokyo Disney Sea."

Shellington stared at Crash with a certain manic trauma. Dashi laughed, but said nothing for the sake of politeness. Kwazii, naturally, abandoned such a code and plunged ahead into explanation.

"We visited Tokyo Disneyland and Disney Sea once. We all convinced Shellington to go on Journey to the Centre of the Earth. Let's say he didn't handle the large drop so well."

Dashi glared at the pirate cat, obviously protective of Shellington's feelings. Crash and Amy shared a knowing glance, then shrugged.

"Well, thriller rides aren't for everyone," Amy said. "But question next for the Professor, if you don't mind. Have you ever thought about writing a book?"

"I have, many times," he responded immediately. "I have developed a habit of recording all of the missions of the Octonauts. I compiled some for the Captain last Christmas, in fact. And I have many a time pondered writing memoirs, once I retire. I have settled on the conclusion that it is something I would most absolutely place on my pension-period bucket list."

"Sounds fun," Crash agreed. "Though I prefer fanfics to memoirs. In fact, I'm writing one as we speak."

"You are?" asked Dashi, obviously confused. After all, there was no laptop, pen or paper in sight. So how could he be writing a story?

"Yes. I am. But that is nothing to worry about, so let's move on to the fourth and final question for Inkling." Pause. "Of this lot, at least."

"Yes," nodded Amy quickly. "Last question. What exact species of octopus are you?"

"Dumbo octopus," said Shellington and the Professor instantaneously. "Not named for their brain capacity, a brilliant example being the Professor, but rather their similarity to a certain animated elephant," Shellington hastened to add.

"Thank you for clearing that up," the Professor nodded.

"Well," sighed Amy. "Nothing too juicy yet. But trust me, the rest of you won't be so lucky."

This last statement was spoken with such charisma and such an air of ominousness that all the Octonauts shrunk back into their plastic chairs. Amy grinned at Crash.

"You wanna pick who's going next?"

"With pleasure," he said, a smile implicated in his voice. "And my decision will be..."

Everyone prayed, hoped, wished, whatever that Crash's decision would not be themselves.

"Captain Barnacles."

A very certain polar bear hid his face behind his paws.