Patrick, reunited with his sister

Our hero penguin has been quiet(ish) recently.  No, we have not been drugging him or keeping him in solitary confinement. Since the female toddler pretty much ignored the poor chap (how could a grandmother be so heartless?) he had been sulking. However, the arrival of Linda and her very heavy bag cheered Patrick up a lot.

Why?  Well,  Linda brought Polly, his sister, all the way from Weymouth to see him. Happy penguin faces ensued and they went into a conspiratorial huddle:

To help you,  Patrick is the one with the grubby tummy on the right.  He also looks a little fatter than his sister.  We probably need to check his diet and grooming regime.

Patrick has been trying to ingratiate himself with us again, firstly by feigning toothache in sympathy with the captain, wrapping a serviette around his mouth and chin(s). Poor chap didn't seem to realise that he doesn't have any teeth to ache.  Nice try though.  Of course, when we passed the bank in Tighnabruaich (the one that he cased carefully a couple of years ago hoping that one bank heist could set him up for life) he attempted to hide behind his flippers. Funnily, no one paid any attention to him anyway.  Must be lots of folks in Tighnabruaich who overtly plan bank jobs.

His behaviour went downhill though when Polly had to go home. He gave her the expected farewell cuddle:

However, when she packed her little rucksack, he got most distressed and hid:

We finally coaxed him out of the corner but he spent the rest of the day sniffling into a tissue. He was inconsolable:

Penguin parenting is tough and we are not tooled up for this kind of stuff. Perhaps we should ship him off to Amanda in Australia after all?