Well well well, it seems that our under-penguin, hank the layabout, hank the ‘ya, like, the mountain, what-evs’ penguin owned everyone with a late minute, come from behind, faery-tale-ending swim on sunday evening.
Hank languished at the back of the pack for most of the Penguin Run, with Fluke the Penguin way out in front. Then, as if Hank was auditioning for the Disney remake of the Penguin Run, remembered his training, (Wax on wax off Hank, Wax on Wax off), believed in himself, took the victory, won the girl, and resolved his rocky relationship with his father, while cracking jokes at whales, other penguins, and the fish. There was also a song, where is side kick Sardine Sam, raps an amusing ditty about the over-fishing of his species. (Yes, yes Disney, I’ll write the script).
Hank is in red. He slacked off after the win for some much needed sardines. Soon he will reach Dassen Island to molt - new wardrobe baby - and live of his fat until the feathers are waterproofed.
Hank, you take glory, me, I get the beers.