Skipper's turn to tell about his childhood. "Well, I was born somewhere, out the zoo, life wasn't easy. My family lived on a stormy cliff. One day, I fell into the water. A pele, peles foca, selo went after me, I escaped por boarding a Navy ship. The humans on the ship used me as a spy, to spy against enemies. But a zoo took me away and, here I am,"
Pluma squinted at Skipper. "That can't be your whole story!" Skipper looked uncomfortable. "It's......... classified," He murmured. Pluma understood. "Okay, I'm fine with that, just as long I'm with you...it's okay," She reassured him, seeing his guilty face. Skipper looked up. "Okay, let's let the boys back in," He stood up and opened the hatch. "K', men," Private, Rico, and Kowalski hopped back in.
Meanwhile, Margaret was cleaning her knifes and getting her darts ready. Only a pinguim could kill a penguin. She slipped her weapons into her see-through casaco and waddled out of her little HQ, which was an abandoned, rosa, -de-rosa RV. Margaret waited por the road, waiting. Finally, a truck rolled past. Margaret crouched down and launched herself at the tuck. The trucker turned his head in surprise and saw a pinguim standing on the assento seguinte to him. "Wha-" The man's sentence was cut short por Margaret's quick blades.
Margaret grunted as she shoved the dead truck driver off the seat. She took control of the truck. A few segundos later she pulled up to Central Park Zoo. She bounced out, leaving the door open, allowing ANYONE to see the dead cut up body inside. "Who's gonna guess it was a little penguin?" Margaret chuckled to herself. Now to find Skipper.
Margaret found the Penguin's habitat and knock on the hatch. "Hello? Anyone home?" She used her best helpless voice possible. Private opened the hatch. "Wow," He breathed. "Your not, um, seeing anyone?" He asked. Margaret smiled sweetly. "No, dear, the ones I dated are dead," She answered truthfully, because she had killed them. "Oh, sorry to hear that," Private sniffed sadly.
"PRIVATE! Who's at our door, already!?" Skipper demanded. Private looked nervously up at Margaret and back down at Skipper. "No one, Skippa, just a REALLY pretty penguin," He called back. Margaret smiled to herself. "I suppose SKIPPER is the leader?" She asked causally. Private looked up at her earnestly. "Oh, YES,"
"May I meet your wonderful leader?I am new here," Margaret lied.
Skipper was already up at the hatch at the words "wonderful leader". "Whoa," Skipper jumped up to her level, although she was still taller. "So, what brings you to the Zoo?" "I was moved here,"Margaret lied again. "At first, I VERY resistant to it, but now, seeing you, the most handsomest one in the world, makes me want to stay,"
Skipper was charmed, but not in love-yet. Margaret hid her annoyance. They ALWAYS fell for her eventually. "What is your name?" Skipper asked politely. "Margaret," Margaret replied. "What's yours?"
Suddenly, Rico burst out of nowhere. He regurgitated a chainsaw as he landed in front of Margaret was VERY surprised and leaped back. She almost grabbed one of her daggers, but thought better of it, so she pretended to be terrified. "I'll save you!" Kowalski yelled and became to raced toward Rico. He tripped and fell.
Skipper shook his head. "Rico! Put that away! Kowalski! Quit fooling around! Private! Go back into the HQ!" He ordered. Rico reluctantly swallowed the chainsaw and Kowalski was on his feet again. Skipper turned to Margaret. "So, where were we?" "What's your name, handsome one?" Margaret smirked to herself. "Name's Skipper," Skipper told her. "Skipper....what a nice name," Margaret said silkily. A dreamy look got in Skipper's eyes. Margaret cheered inside. She had won him over. Only a pinguim can kill a penguin. Time for phase two: Kill him.
Pluma squinted at Skipper. "That can't be your whole story!" Skipper looked uncomfortable. "It's......... classified," He murmured. Pluma understood. "Okay, I'm fine with that, just as long I'm with you...it's okay," She reassured him, seeing his guilty face. Skipper looked up. "Okay, let's let the boys back in," He stood up and opened the hatch. "K', men," Private, Rico, and Kowalski hopped back in.
Meanwhile, Margaret was cleaning her knifes and getting her darts ready. Only a pinguim could kill a penguin. She slipped her weapons into her see-through casaco and waddled out of her little HQ, which was an abandoned, rosa, -de-rosa RV. Margaret waited por the road, waiting. Finally, a truck rolled past. Margaret crouched down and launched herself at the tuck. The trucker turned his head in surprise and saw a pinguim standing on the assento seguinte to him. "Wha-" The man's sentence was cut short por Margaret's quick blades.
Margaret grunted as she shoved the dead truck driver off the seat. She took control of the truck. A few segundos later she pulled up to Central Park Zoo. She bounced out, leaving the door open, allowing ANYONE to see the dead cut up body inside. "Who's gonna guess it was a little penguin?" Margaret chuckled to herself. Now to find Skipper.
Margaret found the Penguin's habitat and knock on the hatch. "Hello? Anyone home?" She used her best helpless voice possible. Private opened the hatch. "Wow," He breathed. "Your not, um, seeing anyone?" He asked. Margaret smiled sweetly. "No, dear, the ones I dated are dead," She answered truthfully, because she had killed them. "Oh, sorry to hear that," Private sniffed sadly.
"PRIVATE! Who's at our door, already!?" Skipper demanded. Private looked nervously up at Margaret and back down at Skipper. "No one, Skippa, just a REALLY pretty penguin," He called back. Margaret smiled to herself. "I suppose SKIPPER is the leader?" She asked causally. Private looked up at her earnestly. "Oh, YES,"
"May I meet your wonderful leader?I am new here," Margaret lied.
Skipper was already up at the hatch at the words "wonderful leader". "Whoa," Skipper jumped up to her level, although she was still taller. "So, what brings you to the Zoo?" "I was moved here,"Margaret lied again. "At first, I VERY resistant to it, but now, seeing you, the most handsomest one in the world, makes me want to stay,"
Skipper was charmed, but not in love-yet. Margaret hid her annoyance. They ALWAYS fell for her eventually. "What is your name?" Skipper asked politely. "Margaret," Margaret replied. "What's yours?"
Suddenly, Rico burst out of nowhere. He regurgitated a chainsaw as he landed in front of Margaret was VERY surprised and leaped back. She almost grabbed one of her daggers, but thought better of it, so she pretended to be terrified. "I'll save you!" Kowalski yelled and became to raced toward Rico. He tripped and fell.
Skipper shook his head. "Rico! Put that away! Kowalski! Quit fooling around! Private! Go back into the HQ!" He ordered. Rico reluctantly swallowed the chainsaw and Kowalski was on his feet again. Skipper turned to Margaret. "So, where were we?" "What's your name, handsome one?" Margaret smirked to herself. "Name's Skipper," Skipper told her. "Skipper....what a nice name," Margaret said silkily. A dreamy look got in Skipper's eyes. Margaret cheered inside. She had won him over. Only a pinguim can kill a penguin. Time for phase two: Kill him.
The penguins were doing their daily cleaning around their HQ. "Hello silly penguins!" king Julien said as he walked into their HQ. "Ringtail? What is with the jogging outfit?" "There is a race soon!" "Ok then...Have fun with that." "But you don't understand! There are prizes!" " Ooo! CANDY!" Shouted Private. "Fine! We'll take you on in a race ringtail. And I can tell you that were going to win!" "Hey guys! Did you say something about a race?" Asked Marlene.
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ggreen7295 here! So I had this crazyish idea. To celebrate the authors, stories, OCs, and other PoM things created on FF, I wanted to have a "Academy Awardish thing" for you guys. Like, there would be categories such as
Best Author
Best Fanfic
Best T rated Fanfic
Best M rated Fanfic
Best Romance
Best Horror
Most Depressing fanfic
Best Humanized fanfic
Best One shot
Yeah those are just the one's off the topo, início of my head. Of course I can't do this por myself. I need no co workers some other people to help my make decisions. Like first of all... What should we call this? Write a review explaining why you should help me do this. Well that's all...Hmm I should write my story... Hey, Xbox! :/ (Must play Borderlands)
Best Author
Best Fanfic
Best T rated Fanfic
Best M rated Fanfic
Best Romance
Best Horror
Most Depressing fanfic
Best Humanized fanfic
Best One shot
Yeah those are just the one's off the topo, início of my head. Of course I can't do this por myself. I need no co workers some other people to help my make decisions. Like first of all... What should we call this? Write a review explaining why you should help me do this. Well that's all...Hmm I should write my story... Hey, Xbox! :/ (Must play Borderlands)