Mr. Popper's Penguins

move the furniture first,” said Bill.
     

Chapter XV

Popper's Performing Penguins
     
     
     T THAT MOMENT they were interrupted by the manager, who came in with a groan.
    “What’s the matter?” asked Mr. Greenbaum.
    “The Marvelous Marcos, who close the program, haven’t turned up, and the audience are demanding their money back.”
    “What are you going to do?” asked Mr. Greenbaum.
    “Give it to them, I suppose. And here it is Saturday night, the biggest night of the week. I hate to think of losing all that money.”
    “I have an idea,” said Mrs. Popper. “Maybe you won’t have to lose it. As long as it’s the end of the program, why don’t we just have the penguins rehearse in there on a real stage? We’d have more room, and I think the audience would enjoy it.”
    “All right,” said the manager. “Let’s try it.”
    So the penguins had their first rehearsal on a real stage. The manager stepped out on the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, raising his hand, “with your kind indulgence we are going to try out a little novelty number tonight. Owing to unforeseen circumstances, the Marvelous Marcos are unable to appear. We are going to let you see a rehearsal of the Popper Performing Penguins, instead. I thank you.”
    In a dignified way the Poppers and the penguins walked out on the stage, and Mrs. Popper sat down at the piano.
    “Aren’t you going to take off your gloves to play?” asked the manager.
    “Oh, no,” said Mrs. Popper. “I’m so used to playing with them that I’ll keep them on, if you don’t mind.”
    Then she started Schubert’s “Military March.” The penguins began to drill very nicely, wheeling and changing their formations with great precision, until Mrs. Popper stopped playing in the middle of the piece.
    The audience clapped vigorously.
    “There’s more to it,” explained Mrs. Popper, half to the manager and half to the audience, “where they form in a hollow square and march in that formation. It’s so late we’ll skip that tonight and jump to the second part.“
    “You’re sure you don’t want to take your gloves off, madam?” asked the manager.
    Mrs. Popper smilingly shook her head and began the “Merry Widow Waltz.”
    Ten of the penguins now formed in a semicircle as Nelson and Columbus in their midst put on a wild sparring contest. Their round black heads leaned far back so that they could watch each other with both round white eyes.
    “ Gork, ” said Nelson, punching Columbus in the stomach with his right flipper, and then trying to push him over with his left flipper.

     
    “Gaw,” said Columbus, going into a clinch and hanging his head over Nelson’s shoulder as he tried to punch him in the back.
    “Hey! No fair!” said the manager. Columbus and Nelson broke loose as the other ten penguins, looking on, applauded with their flippers.
    Columbus now sparred politely with Nelson until Nelson hit him on the eye, whereupon Columbus retreated with a loud “Or^.” The other penguins began to clap, and the audience joined them. As Mrs. Popper finished the Waltz, both Nelson and Columbus stopped fighting, put down their flippers and stood still, facing each other.
    “Which bird won? Who’s ahead?” shouted the audience.
    “ Gook!” said all the ten penguins in the semicircle.
    This must have meant “Look!” for Nelson turned to look at them, and Columbus immediately punched him in the stomach with one flipper and knocked him down with the other. Nelson lay there, with his eyes closed.
    Columbus then counted ten over the prostrate Nelson, and again the ten other penguins applauded.
    “That’s part of the act,” explained Janie. “The other penguins all like Columbus to win, and so they all say ‘Gook!' at the end. That always makes Nelson look away, so Columbus can sock him good.”
    Nelson now rose to his feet, and all the penguins formed in a row, and bowed to the manager.
    “Thank you,” said the manager, bowing back.
    “Now comes part three,” said Mr. Popper.
    “Oh, Papa,” said Mrs. Popper. “You forgot to bring the two painting stepladders and the board!”
    “That’s all right,” said the manager. “I’ll get the stagehands to bring some.”
    In no time at all a pair of ladders and a board were brought in and Mr. Popper and the children showed them how the ladders had to be set up with the board resting on top. Then Mrs. Popper began playing the pretty descriptive piece “By the Brook.”
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