Left by themselves, lost in a world which they failed to understand, forgotten by all, the three penguins were wandering around in a dark corridor within a giant white cubicle building with no windows and no doors. They were failing to comprehend why Piero della Francesca whom they consider as a quasi-divinity could have failed them in such a manner in their quest of a disappeared ice-cap. At the very precise moment when they had reached a no-return point in their endless depression a noise erupted and colours descended upon them. They thanked Piero and asked where the ice-cap was. A voice which they could not decipher sang a song with no meaning; at least insofar they were concerned. It did not matter very much, they were happy to believe in something, whatever it was.