Howdy,
Ht here and the new Clothing Catologue is out. I give it five stars. Not very good. It is all brought back from last year. The coolest item is the Aviator Glasses. I’m not very happy with the catologue, but you have to give Club Penguin credit for working hard for us. The new pin is a delicous icecream cone at the forest. What was your favorite item?Do you like the new pin? Comment and tell me.
Also CPIP has previewed what the new player card will look like. Tell me what you think.

My blog is now over one year old. *Crowd claps hands* Thankyou! Anyways, here are my stories (See last post.) to all those penguins who are still paying attention.
Charlie and the Misfortunate Loss of His Blue Crayon
It was Tuesday. Everything seemed to be going fairly well at Tater Tots Pre-school until it happened. Charlie’s blue crayon broke in half during a drawing assignment. Charlie was in complete and total shock. How could his marvelous blue Crayola Crayon break right when he needed it most? How else could Charlie draw a tree without a blue crayon? Use bright green for the leaves instead? No way. There had to be some way to fix his beautiful drawing device. He couldn’t borrow a crayon because his neighbors that sit next to his big wooden desk dig for gold in their nose. Charlie just had to use his imagination to find a solution.
He went up to the teacher’s desk and asked for tape. He tried to tape the two pieces of his now useless crayon, but it was to no avail. The clear tape stuck to his tiny fingers and the crayon was too hard to put back together. Sweat dripped down Charlie’s face as he was sticking his tongue out and moving his hands around, trying to successfully tape his broken artifact.
He tried using Elmer’s glue, but it was dried up and too much of the white glue substance came out at once, smothering the whole blue crayon with white, sticky glue. The glue even made his collared red shirt messy.
“Five more minutes!” The young teacher yelled as some four year olds were turning in there wonderful masterpieces while others were adding their finishing touches. Charlie couldn’t use a marker for his soon to be sensational drawing because it would look completely stupid, he couldn’t borrow a neighbors crayon, and he couldn’t glue his split crayon back together. What’s a toddler to do? If he didn’t finish, he might not graduate pre-school like his sister, Josie before him. He might end up with no education, living on the dirty streets, begging and trying to find some spare change so he could get some cheap food.
Charlie decided to buckle down and be a man. He was in Pull Ups and a big kid now. This wise young boy even made it to pre-school AKA The Big Year. The stuffy room was making Charlie hot and he was still clueless about what he should decide to do. “Wait a second…” Charlie thought. “I can just use my other blue crayon.”
After finding his other Crayola Crayon, Charlie rushed through his work, trying to finish on time. He wiped the sweat off his red cheeks and kept working. Charlie finished his miraculous drawing of a tree! He had done it! Charlie then realized that the teacher and the entire thumb sucking class had been staring disappointedly at him. “Charlie, we have been done with our drawing lesson for over an hour and you have still been staring blankly at your paper. We have had lunch, recess, and grammar lessons without you!” Charlie began to cry quickly. His tears were crystal clear blue, a lighter shade than the color of his crayon.
He sat at his desk while the young blonde haired teacher was telling the rest of the class an exciting fairy tale about a greedy dog queen and her loyal cat servants. Charlie had been very ashamed of himself. He glanced at his broken Crayola and said to it, “Thanks a lot, you good for nothing crayon.”
Charlie’s Wonderful Graduation-Class of ‘08
On the day that Charlie’s class would be graduating, everything was fancy. Parents came out of their shiny cars, with dads wearing tan colored khakis, the color of sand, nice collared T-shirts, and expensive sunglasses while Moms were in pretty hats, and bright dresses, with a camera in hand. The parents of the young school children had been talking and squeezing through a mob of crowded people to see the Tater Tots Preschool Graduation Ceremony that would be put on about twenty minutes from now.
As Charlie watched his friend’s siblings and parents come by, he couldn’t help but to think that something would go horribly wrong again. He remembered that on one of the first days of preschool, Charlie lost a precious blue crayon that was about to be used for a beautiful drawing of a tree. Charlie remembered when the loss of the brilliant blue crayon began to stress him out the whole morning. He remembered the big headache he had due to looking so hard and the empty feeling of missing something important. The young boy now tried to forget about this dreadful experience now, for it had left a fowl taste in his almost toothless mouth. “Nothing like that would ever happen again, I’m older now and smarter!” he thought.
Charlie looked over at the picnic tables where his mom and dad would be sitting when the whole silly graduation started. Just past the wooden picnic tables read a sign that said, “Tater Tots Preschool Graduation- Class of 2008” Below the large white sign were blue plastic bleachers where Charlie’s class and his teacher would be standing when the kids sang graduation songs and the teacher thanked the parents for letting their children attend Tater Tots Preschool, the best preschool on Earth. The ceremony wouldn’t start for about another ten or twenty minutes Charlie estimated, which would give him time to get his black mortarboard and robe prepared and ready and it would give him time to greet his parents. Charlie couldn’t wait to see his parents. He wanted to see their smiles when he showed them his cool graduation outfit.
Just then a gust of wind blew, giving a refreshing breeze to the warm and sticky summer air. This gust of wind wasn’t so good for Charlie though because his mortarboard hat had just been blown off of his small head. “No!!!” Charlie screamed. Charlie glanced at the bustling parents. No mortarboard. He took a look up at the bright shining Sun, desperate to find his hat, but to no avail. No mortarboard. The young kid then took a hard look at the bustling parents. Oh yeah, he already looked there. Everything became blurry to Charlie for a minute. He woke up after what Charlie thought was unconsciousness. The boy turned his head in every which way like a mad man. He squinted very hard to try to spot his hat. He saw people trampling over it. “The nerve of them!” Charlie said to himself.
The boy’s eye was caught by something even more important to him. Sitting next to a pair of fancy black shoes was an old brown teddy bear with one eye. Charlie picked it up. The bear started to talk to him! The bear said, “Follow me!” in a cheery voice as it jumped out of Charlie’s hands and wobbled towards a gigantic tree. “Wait up!” Charlie said hesitantly.
The teddy bear stopped after about what seemed about a mile and said, “Your excellent black mortarboard is at Cupcake Tower!” he continued. “We must go get it!” The old smelly bear winked with his one remaining eye and had a warm smile on his broken face.
“Where is Charlie?” said the boy’s mother. “He’s just playing over near the big tree.” answered his father. “Why is Charlie talking to himself?” his mother asked in a queer way. “He must have made an imaginary friend.” said Charlie’s dad with a grin on his face. “How could you be so sure?” Charlie’s mom needed answers. “Trust me. I had an imaginary friend named Mr. Snuggums when I was his age. I’ll bet Charlie is on a little imaginary adventure. I think he could be at Candy Cane Valley. No, wait he is probably going to Cup Cake Tower! I wish I could go with him.” Charlie’s dad was upset for he couldn’t join his son. He was too old. It would be embarrassing. “I can’t take it anymore!” said Charlie’s mother. “I’m going to go get him. Graduation is in five minutes and he’ll probably get his cute little outfit muddy.” She continued by saying,”I don’t want our son to be possessed with imaginary friends and this stupid Cupcake Mountain you speak of.” “It’s actually Cupcake TOWER.” Charlie’s dad interrupted. “Whatever!” she yelled. Charlie’s mom’s face was bright red and she was standing up, about to explode. She started to walk in the direction of Charlie who was only about 20 feet away. Why was this woman so mad at Charlie? The father of the young boy couldn’t understand. He said, “Gee, just let the kid have fun! I’ll get him in a minute!” Charlie’s mom started to cool off. She sighed and said, “Fine.”
Meanwhile Charlie was only a few measly steps away from the golden tower made from smashed cupcakes. He began to climb the steps of the tower, but stopped when the teddy bear didn’t follow him. “What are you waiting for?” Charlie said, eager to know what was going on. The teddy bear had become his best friend in the past few minutes. The teddy bear took a deep sigh with the first frown on his face that Charlie had seen and said,” Charlie, you are my best pal, but I can’t continue to find your mortarboard. I thought I could make it, but I’m afraid that I can’t. I’m too old. You’ll have to find your hat on your own…” His voice was fading. Charlie started to cry, just a little. He said, “I’ll get my hat for you!”
Charlie worked to get his hat very hard, dodging arrows and stopping booby traps that the tower launched and finally, Charlie got to the top of the tower. His mortarboard was sitting on an abandoned desk in the middle of the last floor of the tower. Charlie could smell delicious pink cupcakes. Charlie picked his hat up cautiously and ran. The tower started to collapse, but Charlie made it out in time.
He got back to the graduation ceremony too late. Or at least that is what Charlie thought for a minute. His teacher looked at him and was about to say something, but Charlie interrupted her. He said, “Wait, and don’t tell me. I’ve been looking for my fancy hat so long that I missed graduation, haven’t I.” “Umm…no” The teacher responded,” I was just going to tell you that you look good in your costume.” “I know.” Charlie said shaking nervously and blushing.
He looked over at his parents. Flash! A white bright light blinded Charlie! Charlie blinked fast and hard and saw that it was actually just his mom proudly taking a picture. What a relief!
After this whole graduation thing, Charlie hoped to skip the rest of school up to college and become an Astronaut/Pro Baseball Player/Writer/President of the United States/King of England. If that didn’t work out he would decide to become a young NBA Basketball Player like LeBron James.
Charlie enjoyed graduation. He sang his loudest, smiled his hardest, and showed off as much as possible. His favorite graduation song was one about being an awesome Tater Tot Student. The best part was seeing his parents smile and giving them a big hug afterwards
Something else happened that was special later that day. Charlie saw his favorite teddy bear while in his car seat. The teddy smiled brightly at him and said, “Charlie!” warmly and softly.
It’s Raining Cats and Dogs Today
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s…a dog? Or maybe even a cat. It’s both! It is raining cats and dogs hard today. And to think that this is happening just because of my dog. Did you say that you don’t understand? Oh, that’s right. You don’t know the amazing story of my old pet, do you? Allow me to explain thoroughly…
Agnes, my vicious and horrible, yet somewhat caring dog passed away only one short month ago. Aggie was known for being terribly selfish, but under her fluffy golden fur was still a huge heart. After this dog’s fatal accident with a shopping cart, she was sent to a mysterious place called Dog and Cat Heaven. This heaven was thick with mist, green and blowing everywhere. The place was full of wispy clouds that filled the whole gigantic kingdom.
Although this heaven sounds haunting, it was really quite a fun place to be. The citizens were kind and gentle. There were large stores and enjoyable sights to see. There was also a royal palace where the king and queen lived. Aggie was the queen. How could such an evil dog become queen? Well, since this dog could be so persuasive and selfish, once she got to the wonderful kingdom, she had already ordered citizens of the land to elect her to be the ruler of the vast nation, or she would bite the weak and defenseless animals. Grr… ha-ha!
Once elected as queen, everyday Agnes would order her loyal and poor cat servants to get her the tastiest and most mouth watering treats that they could get their paws on. The cat servants always said, “You have had way too many treats, your majesty.” Aggie just ignored them. She got greedier and greedier.
One day, the queen “accidentally” tripped an un-coordinated servant, not knowing that the worker was about to present the old beast a tray full of her scrumptious treats. Down to the earth the bone shaped treats fell, and the queen leaped after them. Hoping to stop their leader, all the devoted cats and dogs jumped for their almost gone ruler.
Agnes became upset when she never got her delicious desert. She was even more upset when no one even successfully saved her. So, the old queen was never found again, even in Dog and Cat Heaven.
Legend has it that Aggie’s last words were, “I’m so sorry.” That was enough for the animals. Since the deceased dogs and cats forgave Agnes, every dead dog and cat across America plunges from the sky every once and a while, hoping to spot their golden retriever leader. Yeah, there have even been numerous spottings of the queen, and there are dogs who say that they still hear her familiar bossy bark.
Everybody wins too because owners of dead pets now look upward to try to spot their forgotten dogs and cats. Nobody has seen Aggie yet, but everyone is looking. We know that she is (hopefully) in an even better place. And if I wasted five minutes talking to you about a made up story that I am still rambling on about, then I am sincerely sorry for that.
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