By Randy Carpenter,2014-06-17 09:42
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So many songs, but I’m feeling so lonely.

    Where is the love?


    Boys , Boys.

    Give a chick a chance


    His mom and dad met in the usual way.

    The song became love

    And love became the egg. Memphis?

    You got it, sugar? yeah, oh, yeah Safe and warm.

    Hold it tight, now

    Whoa, I think I felt a move in there


    And in the usual way…

    The moms left for the fishing season…

    While the dads stayed home to do egg time.


    You gone be okay, daling Oh, sure, honey, we’ll be waiting for you, right here on Longly Street.

    I love you more and more, tell me why.

    Bye-bye, now

    Goodbye, Norma Jean. Don’t you worry about a thing Don’t wanna let you go

    I never can say goodbye, boy

    When all others leave…

    We remain!

    When the sun vanishes…

    We remain!


    Heed the wisdoms, brothers! Make a huddle!

    Warm thy egg!

    Make a huddle!

    Share the cold! - Share the cold! Each must take his turn against the icy blast…

    If we are to survive the endless night. Raise your voices, brothers!

    Give praise to the Great ‘Guin…

    Who puts songs in our hearts and fish in our bellies!


    Ain’t no particular song I’m more compatible with.

    Oh, baby, I think I wanna dance now. No No No


    There is wisdom, brothers and sisters…

    That stands above all others. -Never, ever… - It’s okey

    No matter what.. No harm done. See?

    Drop your egg.

    No, we’re cool, we’re cool.


    Of the many thousands who sang throught that long night of winter..

    It was Memphis who cried out most fervently…

    To turn the Earth and bring back the sun.

    It’s boy – oh, -It’s girl.

    What a peach! What a bruiser!

    Come here, son. come to Daddy, there you go. Son, you have made your daddy so proud. It’s all genetics, you know.



    Is everything okay?

    I don’t know. I can’t hear anything.

    Is it empty? Honey.

    Can I have it?

    It’s okay, Maurice.

    It happens sometimes, Memphis. Yeah.

    Wait, you hear that?

    Yeah. Hey, I can hear you, buddy. Oh, your papa’s here, it’s okay.

    Oh, he’s okay, Maurice, Whoa, there it is! That’s his little foot there.

    There’s his other one.

    That’s different.

    Hey! Come back here, Mr. Mumble.


    She can call him whatever the heck she likes. Whoa, little Mumble.

    Mumble? Mumble? You okay?

    Freezing. Freezing

    Oh, you’ll get used to it.

    Come on, come to your papa

    What do you make of that? Little wobbly in the knees. Is he okay? I don’t know

    What you doing there, boy?

    I’m happy, pa

    What you doing with feet

    They’re happy too.

    I wouldn’t do that around folks, son. –why not?

    Well, it just ain’t penguin, okay? –okay.

    Yeah, Hey, come on over here. Get under here, Get warm.

    Watch the beak. Watch the beak..Beak! The beak.

    Okay, good boy.


    So late, What’s keeping them?

    Pray, brothers, the Great ‘Guin does not test us with a lean season. Why, Noah? Have we not all been dutiful?

    So when you see your mama

    I stand perfectly still. You got it.

    But how will I know which one’s my mama?

    Oh, you will know.

    She’s got a wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk.

    And when she sings, it darn near breaks your heart.


    Hey, wait , I see them, I see them! You are right, you are right.

    Wives, ho!

    Wives, ho!

    Wives, ho!


    Wait, no. Wait, no. Mumble, get back here, No, Mumble! Get back…Mumble! Mumble! Mumble! Mumble!

    Maurice! Michelle! Michelle!


    Oh, she’s so darling.

    Excuse me, Pardon me, Pardon me. Mumble? Mumble?

    Mama? Mumble!

Mama? Mumble!


    Mama? Mama?

    Mumble, boy, where are you? Mama!


    Oh, Mama. Oh, Mama.

    Oh, my, - Daddy.

    So where’s the baby?

    Well, honey, I’ll find him.

    You lost the baby? Memphis! –It’s okay.

    Mama? Mama? Stay!

    Come to Mommy. No, Mumble.

    Mama. Mama.

    Hey, what’s wrong with his feet?

    Oh, that’s just a little thing he’s got going. He’ll grow out of it.


    Oh, Memphis, he’s gorgeous.

    Isn’t he, though? –Look at you.

    I got something for you.

    Open up.

    Oh, I love the way she does that.

    W, X , Y and Z

    Good morning, class.

    Good morning , Miss Viola.


    Well, today we begin with the most important lesson you will ever learn. Penguin Elementary.


    Does anyone know what that is? Anyone? Anyone?

    Someone, Seymour?

    Fishing? No.


    Don’t eat yellow snow?

    No, that’s not it, no.

    It’s our Heartsong, Miss. – Thank you, Gloria. Excellent. Yes.

    Without our Heartsong, we can’t be truly penguin, can we? No.

    But, my dears, it’s not something that I can actually teach you. Does anybody know why? Anyone? Anyone? You can’t teach it to us, ma’am

    Because we have to find our Heartsongs all by ourselves.

Well done ,you

    It’s the voice you hear inside…

    Who you truly are.

    Yes, Thank you, Gloria, Excellent, lovely, thank you.


    So let’s all be very still now.

    Take a moment and let it come to you. Pick me! Pick me! One at a time, yes, Seymour.

    Yes, I like that one, I could really get jiggy with that . lovely.

    I’m ready, I got one.

    Oh, I thought you might, Gloria.


    That’s as far as I got so far.

    Oh, yes, lovely, Really lovely. That’s beautiful.

    Well, mumble, since you seem so keen to share. Mine’s sort of a boom and a..

    And another boom.

    You hear that you

    Do you like it? –I’m afraid that’s no a tune.

    It’s not? –No, dear, A tune is like…


    Oh, okay.


    Who is that?

    That is the offspring of Memphis and Norma Jean. The wee hippity-hopper.


    It’s not funny!

No, No, not in the least.

    A penguin without a Heartsong is hardly a penguin at all.

I think he broke my ear.


    In all my years, I’ve never, I mean…

    And you having such fine voices. Well, it’s bizarre.

    Did anything happen. You know, during early development?

    No, all fine. Normal incubation.


    Yeah. Yeah, it was a tough winter, I guess. Right, right.

    He did hatch a little late… - yes, I understand. Yes. To think he might spend his life alone… - quite, quite.

    Never to meet his one true love. Oh, please, Miss Viola, isn’t there something we can do? Well, there is always Mrs. Astrakhan. Mrs. Astrakhan?

    If anyone can, Mrs. Astrakhan can.