Pennington heard a knock on the door. He put down his book, and pulled out his Snow Shooter. He fired it at a red button near the door. It hit its mark spot-on, and the door latch released its grip on the door, and it opened. A yellow penguin walked inside.

"My name is Penny. I'd like to interview you, Mr, um, Pennington, if you don't mind."

Pennington gestured for her to start asking questions. Penny checked her clipboard.

"This first question requires you to look behind you. Can you do that?"

Pennington turned around, and decided to put his book away. A devious grin swept across Penny's face, and she pulled out a razor-sharp snowflake, and hurled it at the penguin, but it missed him, as he bent down to put it into one of the drawers. The flake hit the igloo's wall, and it was stuck there.

"So, how many fingers am I holding up?" Penny asked.

"Hmm, from what I know about penguins, I would say...NONE! I am clearly a penguin, and don't appear to possess fingers of any sort! We have flippers, madam." Pennington deduced, turning around as he stood straight up again.

"Correct!" Penny cried, checking a box on her clipboard. "The next question also requires you to turn around. Do you mind, once again?"

Pennington looked hesitant, then turned around to see a snowflake jammed in the wall of the igloo. Penny quickly rolled a bomb at where Pennington was standing, but he ended up plucking the snowflake from the wall very carefully, and walked to the bin, out of the blast radius which knocked everything from the shelves down. Pennington gasped, then ran back over after deposing of the snowflake, and started putting the books, weights, pans, pots and rocks back up on the shelves.

Penny sighed.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to take the direct approach." Penny mumbled, charging at Pennington and slamming him against the igloo wall below the shelves. Some of the stuff that was put on the shelves started to fall on Penny, and before you knew it, a dumbell had smashed Penny on the head, knocking her out. Pennington just stood there, taking in what happened.

"Hmm...it appears she was trying to murder me...how perplexing..."