What Happens When a Penguin Moves to the Desert?

Life was simple — iceberg naps, fish snacks, and lots of waddling. The usual.

But one day, after she shed her fluffy down, Peggotty wandered farther than usual. She was feeling adventurous. Curious. Maybe a little too curious.

She spotted a strange-looking rock off in the distance — flat, gray, square. Very un-rock-like. So naturally, she waddled toward it.

The "rock" had a hollow middle and a missing side. Peculiar. Peggotty hopped up on a smaller rock nearby, then climbed inside. The deeper she waddled, the darker it got. Her flippers echoed on the hard surface. She was about to leave when —
CRASH.
The missing side wasn’t missing anymore.

She slipped and landed on her back.
Now it was pitch black.
And vibrating.

Sometimes she floated upward without trying.
Sometimes her belly flipped upside down.

It was a long, rattly, confusing time in the dark.

And then —
Another crash.
Suddenly the wall was gone again, and sunlight flooded in. But not the cold, distant sun she knew.

This sun was hot. Blinding. And very not-penguin.

When she could finally move, she waddled slowly into the dry air and loose, red dust. It burned her feet. Towering green things (cactus?) loomed above. Tiny lizards zipped past her flippers.

Peggotty blinked.
"This is not very penguin," she mumbled.
"Not penguin at all… but what an adventure this will be."

Welcome to Arizona.

Peggotty might be a long way from the iceberg, but she’s thriving in the desert — lifting weights, melting in the sun, and offering totally unqualified life advice.
Waddle over to the shop to bring a bit of desert weirdness home. Totes, tanks, stickers, and sass — all officially penguin-approved.