Shelah's Final Fan Fiction

Gunter the Ice Emperor

A dark, frigid day begins once more in the dreaded east of the Land of Ooo. The Ice Mountains, majestic and cold, stare silently at their boisterous inhabitants.

The Ice Kingdom

"Gunter!" a nasally voice wheedled, "Where is my crown?! You know I can't do magic without my crown! Oh, where did it go?!"

"Wenk." Gunter replied.

"What do you mean you don't know?!" the voice demanded.

Gunter stared unblinkingly at his master and replied once more, "Wenk."

"Grah! I. Am. The. Ice. King. I need my crown because kings wear crowns and I am the Ice King!" The Ice King bellowed with a snarl on his blue-skinned, white bearded face.

"...Wenk." 

"Gunter! You're not helping! Just, go look for my crown or something!" 

At his master's command, Gunter the penguin exited the ice cave. As he quietly waddled away from the whines and complaints of the Ice King, Gunter's expression darkened. 
He slowed next to a small opening not far from his master's dwelling, an opening just big enough to fit Gunter himself. 

He entered the small cave, and spoke as he waddled towards the centre, "Wenk. Wenk wenk wenk. Wenk." 

His master was truly a fool. To bestow himself with the title of 'Ice King', how ridiculous. That blue idiot doesn't even know the true power of the crown. No, he, Gunter, would show him. He would show everyone! The Land of Ooo will proclaim him as their new ruler! 

Gunter stopped at the centre of the little ice cave, "Wenk." 

There it was, his one way ticket to ultimate power. The Ice King's crown. His crown. Gunter's  crown. It was beautiful. With it's three-pointed golden stature and blood-red rubies, it was perfect. So powerful, so persuasive; and it was all his.

"Wenk. Wenk wenk." He would rule with this. No more will his people be at the mercy of the blue buffoon. His first step would be to eradicate the Ice King. Then that irritating human and his yellow dog. Loser Finn and Thick-headed Jake. From there it would be too easy. 

Gunter reached for the crown resting on the make shift podium. It was time to start the plan. Today is the day, that he, the Ice Emperor, is born!

Gunter's true nature

Flippers slightly shaking in anticipation, Gunter touched the sides of the gleaming crown. Yes, yes! Oh, he could feel it. Such delicious power! All his!

He tightened his grip on the crown and proceeded to lift it, Gunter grinned.

As he gently raised the crown, the unthinkable yet slightly expected happened. Clang! Gunter gaped in shock, "...wenk?"

What? What just happened? The crown fell? No, it slipped. Yes, it slipped. Of course. How silly of him. Right, he just needed to pick it up again. No big deal. Beginners nerves. Right.

Gunter reached for the crown again, a determined glint in his big penguin eyes. However, it slipped once more. Clang!

"Wenk!" 

Gunter angrily grabbed the crown with his flippers, yet it slipped again. Clang! Grab, clang, grab, clang. Gunter had inevitably started a pattern of grabbing and dropping the crown. Grab! Clang! Grab! Clang!

His anger and frustration grew steadily. A manic expression had fixed itself on his face. Poor Gunter, his lack of opposable digits, or any digits at all, would be his biggest obstacle.

"WENK! WENK!" Gunter honked.

What is this?! Why can't I hold the crown?! I am your new master, crown! Let me hold you! 

As Gunter continued his struggle within the cave, a second presence had taken notice of the rowdy noises.

"What is that noise? Gunter!" the Ice King called. He had been drawn to the boisterous sounds and had decided to investigate. "Gunter! What is going on here?"

The Ice King lowered himself to the his knees and crawled towards the opening. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this." he muttered, "Gunter!" 

The Ice King shoved his head in the opening and gasped loudly at what he saw. Gunter froze. He gradually turned to the passage. The Ice King and Gunter silently gazed at each other.

Gunter's thoughts swiftly turned into panic driven drivel. How? How did he find me?! I was so careful, damn this fool! I must cover my tracks! I need an excuse! Damn it all to the icy pits of penguin hell!

Meanwhile, the Ice King's thoughts were filled with a much more simple tune. Is that my crown? My glorious crown! Oh, come to daddy!

As the Ice King's eyes grew larger and sparkled with delight, Gunter greeted his 'master', "Wenk."

"You did find my crown Gunter, didn't you? Oh, you are such a good penguin!" the Ice King cooed, "Yes, you are." 

Gunter decided to play along, for now. He reached for the crown and tapped it with his flipper, "Wenk."

"Yes that is my crown! Now, Gunter, I'm going to go back out and you're going to pass it to me okay? Be a good boy now Gunter!" the Ice King instructed and proceeded to pull his head out of the entrance.

"Come on Gunter, give daddy his crown." the Ice King repeated.

Gunter stared at the crown, with it's golden stature and gleaming rubies. He would give it up for now, he would wait until he had the opportunity for the crown to be placed upon his head. The crown's true and rightful place was never with that blue sad sack. But it was the 'Ice King's crown', for now. Yes...for now, he would be the dutiful penguin servant.

Gunter and The Ice King - a happy ending?

Gunter blinked and slapped the crown until it slid outside. He followed and was greeted with the sight of the Ice King dancing and hooting, all the while showering his crown with kisses. 

Gunter grimaced, "Wenk." Loathsome blue twit.

The End.