The FEW are barely able to sleep now, but somehow they manage to drift off. Boogie is perplexed by their behavior... don't they want to kill the penguin? He was used to the FEW having a little more fight in them. He curled up beside one of them for the long night ahead.
DuckDodgers had been here before, he'd seen some shit. He wandered off to throw rocks in a stream, wishing his ploy to sniff out the penguins had worked... but he knew he was safe, the penguin wouldn't dare kill him now, he thought. He heard a rustling in the leaves, and then the worst sound known to man, the squawk of a penguin! DuckDodgers ran towards the swamp, hoping he could lose the penguin, but it was no use. Neil deSquawk Tyson leapt on DuckDodger's back and dragged him to the ground. He sank is fangs into DuckDodgers and the life drained out of him.
Boogie howled.
The FEW, went looking for DuckDodgers with dread in their hearts. They found him sitting on a stump. A candy corn in each ear.
DuckDodgers, one of the FEW, is dead.
DAY BREAKS.