King Julien's crowns

Private: Can we get out of this one, Kowalski?
Kowalski: We are in a 6 por 8 inch cage made of steel with a model 40 lock. Wait, since when did you call the shots, Private?
Private: Skipper has a bad case of doctor hysteria. (Looks over in Skipper’s direction.)
Skipper is in fetal position, staring out into the distance and rocking back and forth slowly. Skipper: I have been captured por some unknown enemy. Walls closing in. The bars…squeezing in. Can’t breathe. General: the fifth squadron has been captured. May day. Man…down! (leaps up to strangle the bars) I know who has done this. It...

Author's note: yeah. My OC Ruthless has an iPhone. Anyway, no stealz, no sue, and ENJOYZ!!!

Ringtone short #1: Skipper
Ruthless: oi guys, have you seen my iPhone?
Private: not that I know of Ruthless.
Ruthless: ok. I got it! Skipper call me.
Skipper: sure. (calls Ruthless's phone)
iPhone: (says Skipper on it and plays "Jaws" theme)
K/R/P/S: (stares at Ruthless)
Ruthless: what?
*CUT*

Ringtone short #2: Kowalski
Skipper: commence operation: Call Me! Kowalski your first!
Kowalski: alright skipper, calling Ruthless.
Ruthless's iPhone: (says Kowalski on it and plays "Get Smart" theme)
Ruthless: do I even have...

“Really Together”
November 18, 2014

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...

“Tuckered Out”
November 1, 2014

Marlene yawned. “Thanks for taking me to that Enrique Guitaro concert, guys,” she said to the penguins as they drove her home. “It went a lot better than last time. And going backstage? That was”—she yawned again as if she hadn’t slept in days—“really awesome,” she finished.

Skipper chuckled from his place to the right of her. “I don’t think staying up all the way to one in the morning is a good idea for you.”

Marlene shook her head. “No, no, I’m awake.” She fought off another yawn and rubbed her eyes. “Tack as a sharp.”

Skipper...

“I Remember”
January 3, 2014

Note: I’ve typically been composição literária notes at the end, but for this case, I must make an exception as to be clear to you, or at least the ones who haven’t read my anterior works. I have been thinking about doing a sequel to one of my stories, but never did because I didn’t think I could make anything long and commendable out of it. But with this project, I received some inspiration and motivation to do so in a short story. So, this short is a little sequel to “Skipper’s Curse.” If you haven’t read it before and plan to, be aware that this will contain...

“Reflecting On Doubts”
December 29, 2013

    “Hidy-ho, Marlene! Sound off,” Skipper called as he entered Marlene’s cave.

    “Right here, Skipper,” Marlene called back.

    Skipper found Marlene standing in front of her mirror with an uneasy look in her eye, smoothing back her pele, peles and tracing over her cheekbones with her fingers.

    “You’ve been cooped up in here all day. Is everything all right, Marlene?” Skipper asked, coming up behind her. Marlene kept her eyes on her complexion.

    “Skipper,...

“Bad Timing”
December 03, 2013

    “Hey, Skipper! Where’s the team?” Marlene asked as she entered the HQ.

    Skipper shifted between cameras on his surveillance screen. “Oh, they’re out doing some recon while I watch the cameras. Unfortunately, natal is a time for crime. So, we’re cracking down until the holidays are over. What brings you here?” he replied.

    “I was getting a little cold in my habitat and was hoping if it’d be cool if I stayed here until Alice bothered to turn up the heat,” Marlene told him....

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,”...

Breaking the Rules 08.10.15

“All right,” Kowalski said, shuffling the card deck. “We’re playing a game called ‘Obtenir Encore.’”

Skipper arched a brow. “What?”

“It’s French. Don’t worry about it,” Kowalski said. He dealt four cards to each player. “Dealer goes first and we mover counter-clockwise from there,” he explained, picking up his hand and sliding the deck to the center of the table. He studied his cards and placed an ace of spades face-up seguinte to the deck.

After studying his cards carefully, Private picked a card and placed a four of diamonds on topo, início of Kowalski’s...

Author’s Note: This is my fifth installment of POM skits. My first was regular link, segundo was link skits, third were link skits, and the fourth showcased link in various antics. For this installment, they will all be humanized scenarios. Any título with a Roman Numeral seguinte to it has a skit note associated with it at the end. I hope you enjoy!

41) The King of Rock and Roll [XXI]

Julien strutted down Park Avenue with his manager, Maurice, at his side. He wore a two hundred dollar pair of jeans, a leather jaqueta over a purple slim-fit silk polo shirt, and a pair of black Maui Jim sunglasses....

Five Years Later

“Are you nervous?” Laura asked as she adjusted Harold’s cap.

“Nah,” Harold answered with a smile. Laura crossed her arms and gave him a look. “Okay, fine!” Harold admitted. “Maybe a little.”

Laura smiled.

“You’ll do fine. Now, go! They’re waiting for you,” she said ushering him toward the stage.

“And now,” said a man at the podium, “our August Martin High School valedictorian of 2020, Harold Chance!”

Harold smiled and waved at the audience in the auditorium as they applauded.

“Thank you, everyone,” he said into the microphone. The audience silenced...