Penguins of Anarchy

Four

"Are you out of your minds?!" Felly screamed as Dreemo, Drake, and Sam winced at her violent tantrum. "You can't go to war! You guys are nothing! You're peace-loving penguins that haven't fought in a war a day in your life!"

"For your information, from what I've recollected I've fought in several wars," Drake told her.

"Yeah Falcono--er, Drake--but that was when you had a memory! You don't even remember the names of your fellow soldiers! You don't even remember who you were fighting against!"

"Yes, but--"

"Do me a favor, you guys. If you want to do this, go ahead; but keep me out of it!!"

"You can't stay out of it!" Dreemo argued. "We're living under martial law! Last night many of the penguins we loved were massacred in the streets and in the forests! If you do nothing, these Americans will stick you like a pig and leave you for dead!"

"How dare you!!" Felly screamed.

As Dreemo and Felly continued to shout, all Drake could think to himself was, Perhaps it would be easier to be killed in action than to sit in the midst of a political debate.

Felly held up her flippers in defeat and flopped down on the lime green couch. "Okay, you're right. I guess I shouldn't expect conditions to get any better. But I really don't want to be out on a battlefield, killing other penguins."

"There's no way around that," Sam said.

"Not necessarily," Drake said. "She could learn how to operate military vehicles and fight the enemy on a more impersonal level."

"So, when do we start?" Dreemo asked.

"I have no idea; I haven't even begun to work out the details of how we're going to get off the island."

"Get off the island?" Sam asked in alarm. "Nobody said anything about that!"

"There are too few Waddle Island natives left to start a war. Because of the massacre, the Martial Alliance outnumbers us three to one. Now I've got to figure out where we can go and how we'll get there."

"I don't suppose you remember how to fly a helicopter," Sam said.

Drake shrugged. "Possibly, if I sat in the cockpit of one and got reacquainted with the controls."

"We don't have any helicopters at our disposal," Felly said. "The Americans confiscated all of the helicopters we use for news broadcasts, and the only military ones belong to the Martial Alliance."

Dreemo nodded slowly. "What if we 'borrowed' one of theirs?"

Drake smiled. "You're more dedicated to this than I thought."

"We've got to do something about this. We can't let the Martial Alliance take any more lives."

"The thing about war is that it's not war if nobody dies," Drake said.

"Still even if we did steal a helicopter--which I don't want to encourage you to do--where could we go for refuge and support?" Felly asked.

"The main landmass is being besieged by the Alliance," Drake explained. "I'm sure they want all the help they can get, especially someone with military experience."

"Hard to call it 'experience' when you can't remember anything," Sam sneered.

"I've got the skills, I just don't know how I got them," Drake said sternly. "They may have records of my past endeavors and be able to tell me who I am."

"This isn't about wandering down memory lane. This is about war, and how to end it," Dreemo said.

"End it?" Sam said. "I'm doing this so I can start a war."