#1Rat who needs a lema when ur someone awesome, like me?
Gender: Male, 26 years old Country: anywhere i wanna be. Websites: ur on the only one i got right now. Favorite TV Show: don't have a tv. Favorite Movie: still don't have a tv. Favorite Musician: not big on music. Favorite Book or Author: don't read much. well, at all, really.
I was awaiting his decision I had wanted to make to save my two friends and get then out of this hell hole, and make them not suffer anymore, but then blowhole had that grin on that face that made me cringe, I knew what was about to happen.
Blowhole:actually I have a better idea, and idea that I like a whole lot better...minion, go get my favorito weapon.
The minion then smiled at all of us, that terrible grin on. There faces were bothering me, god, why can't they leave us alone, haven't we suffered enough. The minion stopped smiling and ran out of the room to go get this "special weapon"
Ch. 3 "What did you do to Kowalski, Blowhole," Skipper demanded. "Why don't you ask him yourself," the golfinho chuckled as Kowalski stepped out from behind him. "Kowalski?" Private asked in surprize, "What are you doing with Blowhole?" "You brain-washed him!" Skipper snapped at Blowhole. "I'm not brain-washed," Kowalski stated, his voice was flat. "That's just what he wants you to think," Skipper said in denial. "Kowalski's correct Skipper," Blowhole chipped in, "he joined me of his own choice." Kowalski shot a sharp glance at Blowhole as if intending to say something, but he stayed quiet and...
As the figure got closer Private shut his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Skipper emerged out of the fog and rushed to Private's side. S: "Private! Private, wake up! Please speak to me!" Skipper put his head to Private's ice cold chest. A faint heartbeat caught his attention. His raced through the treacherous blizzard. He concluded his sprint when they reached a cave. Skipper held Private tight in his trembling flippers. He strode deeper into the cave with Private in his grasp firmly. Even though the immense cave seemed dank and mysterious, Skipper felt comfortable in it. After all, this was...
I do not know how long I will be able to keep up this fanfiction, but it's based off of a strange dream I had a couple weeks ago- so enjoy!
I yawned as I climbed under the blanket on my cama and laid down. I had just finished watching a new episode of The Penguins of Madagascar, was a exhausted. Before closing my eyes for sleep, I looked over at my clock for the time. 23:57 Although I knew I was the only one in the house awake, I wasn't surprized the hear noises in the hallway. I assumed it was our beagle, Poppy. It wasn't. I closed my eyes. When I opened them I found three little penguins...
As the sun rises, morning light shines like a gem in the Central Park Zoo. In the pinguim habitat, a large explosion awakes everyone. The explosion lets Kowalski flying in air, landing in the water. Skipper comes outside in rage, while Private and Rico comes out to watch.
"Kowalski! Have you been up all night again?" yells Skipper.
A/N: *These poems may/may not seem like poesia and mais like responses, but what do you expect….penguins' wrote it, lol. XD
Also, each chapter will be a poem written in the characters own P.O.V. [Point Of View] and as IF they, THEMSELVES, knew how to read and write decent poems in their own 'PenguinWay', and the text inbetween these text characters [EXAMPLE: / ... /] are additional side comments that will be provided por The Penguins—for humorous reasons...because there is plot behind these poems...[To Sum Up. Private thought it'd be an excellant idea that each member of the pinguim Team...
Skipper and Marlene smiled as they finished decorating the small natal árvore in her habitat. Once they’d finished wrapping thin garlands and LED lights around it and hanging tiny hand-made ornaments, they stood back and admired their work.
“Well,” Skipper said, taking her por the waist from the side, “I think it turned out pretty well.”
Marlene smiled and rested her paw on his chest. “I think so too. I had a good time decorating it with you.”
Skipper looked back to the tree. “You too, Marlene,” he replied. “Let’s turn off the lights...
Operation: Skilene Author’s Note: I started on these a while ago, and have decided to finally publicar them. Most of these shorts were inspired por a game on fanpop called “What would Skipper say (WWSS) Game” on pages 40-43. Thank you to 27Kowalski (on Fanpop), also known as SierraTangoEcho on deviantArt, for helping me with ideas and scenarios. Credit goes to her for the few drawings. I hope you enjoy leitura them as much as I enjoyed composição literária them. They are in no particular order, other than the sequence they were written. Please review!
PS, for those following my “Operation: Challenge,”...
I sighed and did a facepalm. My least favorito subject! "Oh! Oh! I'll go first!" Becky exclaimed, waving her hand in the air. "I like the beavers! They're so hot!" "Yeah! So hot!" Stacey exclaimed. "I thought you were just friends?" Michelle said. "Well, yeah! We're friends!" Becky exclaimed. "Boyfriends and girlfriends!" Stacey cried. "Do they even know that?" Marlene asked. "Um, uh. Who wants to go next?" Stacey said. No one raised a hand, paw, or flipper. "How about, Shelly!" Becky said. "Eh, okay. As you all know, I have my-" Shelly started. "It's Rico, I knew it!" Darla cried. Michelle blushed....
Skipper and Marlene searched high and low for Rico in every place they would think where Rico would be, but had no luck. They searched threw New York, going threw each ally way, store and street, seeing if they could find him, but still no luck.
Skipper: ugh....where is he?
Marlene: who knows?
Skipper then turned around and stopped Marlene in her tracks and got up in her face.
Skipper:who knows?! Who knows?! Don't you care about him?! I don't amor you?! I never had!! But Rico did!! He had a happy face on every time he came home!! He cared about you, hell, he wouldn't shut up about you!!
Sorry, this is a comparatively short part. Though, enjoy!
Rico let go of Kowalski and got two bats, one for him, and one for Urka. Ru grabbed Kowalski and pulled him out into the main room. Private was hiding under the mesa, tabela (or at least was trying), while Johnson was watching the fight, ready to jump in when he must. Ru looked over at Ivy. She was panting, one flipper holding her swollen belly. Ru set Kowalski down and ran over to her. "Ivy, is it happening?" Ru asked. Ivy used her strength and gave a nod. "We need some help!" Ru exclaimed. Johnson came over, and Ru explained everything as...
i was standing there, seguinte to ricos corpse, tears coming down my cheeks, knowing that ill never see him again, never see hm smile, or do anything with me anymore, and i couldnt get here in time to save him, kowalksi and private were sitting seguinte to his body, crying out loud. i snapped, and started running towards blowhole.
skipper:ILL KILL YOU!!!!
he dodged my attack and ran straight to the door, along with his minion, and locked us in so we couldnt get out.
skipper:OPEN THE DAMN DOOR YOU COWARD!! WHEN I GET OUT IM GONNA KILL YOU!!!!
i was banging on that door as hard as i could, hoping to get...
My story begins here: inside a crate, in the back of a van, on the very busy roads of Manhattan. Uncle Nigel told me it was time I moved on, and I could only presume the scribbles on this letter he had given me said I was going to community college. But alas, no matter how overwhelming this change felt, it was too late now to turn back; the Central Park Zoo was expecting me. It was time to say goodbye to Texas.
The zookeeper left me alone, atop an icy platform surround por water: the pinguim habitat.
My tummy growls in hunger very loudly, and I'm sure glad nobody is around to hear...