Kowalski

Chapter 2: A Mistaken Chosen One

Once again, Private wrote down everything about the dream again. Who is this close person that will be mistakenly picked as the chosen one? he thought. He hid it under his travesseiro and went to sleep again.

Later in the morning, Messenger Xai Lang arrived. "Mail for Skipper."he said. Xai Lang dropped the scroll and then flew away. Then, Skipper got it. He opened it and read to see a happy news.

Dear Skipper,

Congratulations! You are chosen to be the chosen one according to your ascendants. You will fight, die and save the world. Leave your city tomorrow. Once again,...

I eventually found out why they called the ship 'The Green Bucket'. After a few days I was as sick as a dog. What's worse I had to stay down in the ships' hold where no one on board could see me. After a few days spent in a rocking barco I either got used to it or just simply ran out of stuff to barf up. Either way, I felt a bit better after while. Then one unexpecting morning some wise crack came down into the hold to my level. Let me just say he wasn't standing up down there too much. Every time he'd wake up I'd beijoca, smack him into seguinte tuesday. Finally I had to start hitting the other eye because...

I saw the sun flash off of the faca and into my eyes. I clamped my eyes shut and waiting for my life to end. Nothing happened. I opened my eyes to find Hans staring at me with resentment in his eyes. "What's the matter Hans? You'd rather turn me in?" I scoffed. It's not like I wanted to get killed por this demented dane, but I was a bit confused at him. He sat up, "Skipper..I can't kill you..you're the only friend still alive." he admitted with a sob I knew was fake. I narrowed my eyes in paranoid suspicion.
"Hans, let me get this straight. You set me up as though I had actually KILLED one of...

The tallest and the smartest pinguim locked himself in his lab again. Not always is he the sharpest faca in the drawer. He tried drilling the door but last time he did this, he was stupid enough to replace the door with one of the hardest material know to man.

“Dang it!” Kowalski said drilling the door. It didn't even make a dent in the door. “Why did I even use this material??”

“Alright time for another theory.” Kowalski picked up one of Rico's fogo armas that he was making modifications to and adding mais tools to use. “Fire in the hole!” Kowalski yelled blasting the door....

Skipper, the Valente fierce leader, said he would never cry. Obviously, he hadn't had this happen yet. On the ground infront of him was the craziest pinguim of them all Rico. His fallen comrad was to injured to be fixed.

"Rico!" Skipper said shaking the wounded penguin. "Don't you dare die on me! Be strong!"

Rico's eyes looked like they were glued shut. They wouldn't open no matter what. Blood from where the lazer had hit him. "Rico please!"

"Well Peng-you-in." The phychotic Dr.Blowhole smirked, moving seguinte to the very depressed penguin. "Looks like your team is one short. Once again I have become...

    The penguins were now making their way through the streets of New York. Skipper was on point, signaling for his men to go when the time was right. So far so good. Not a soul has seen them yet…well…except for a rottweiler that an unfortunate dog-walker had to deal with as it barked for what seemed like forever.

    Skipper made another signal for the other three to pass. Kowalski constantly stumbled over his feet, considering he didn’t remember any of the training he’d had. But Private, being as concerned as expected from the young cadet, was...

While the other penguins fished on the boat, Private sat on the dock, sticking his feet in the water. The pinguim felt the peixe dash under his legs. A gust of wind nearly blew him over, scattering his Peanutbutter Winkies out of their bag.
Something smooth bumped his legs. Squinting, he peered into the water. An unfamiliar face stared into his. It was deeply sadden and filled with despair. The eyes were unforgettably a milky white. She was an astonishing creature.
Private was stunned. The rest of the team noticed.
"Private, you okay, over there?" Skipper called.
The shivering pinguim didn't and...

Not many guys think about what it would be like to be utterly bored. Some don't even know the feeling. I recall a few dull momments in my chickhood, but the boredom I was under was ridiculas. I'd undergone torture in the battle station, but I was sure that, that night in that cell had to be the worst torture yet. It's bad enough to have to sleep on the cold, wet floor with nothing to do, no one to talk to, and only the rats to keep you company, but when the gaurd starts singing..sweet mother macarthur I think that's got to be well exceding agony. He wasn't a talented singer either. He was awful....

The Lemurs' conversation 

Julien: Maurice, I wanna smoothie, batido so gimme!

Maurice: Coming right up. *starts blender*

Ten segundos later…

Julien: Maurice! Where is my smoothie! What part of gimme do you not understand?! Gim or Me!

Maurice: You asked ten segundos ago. It takes up to two minutos to make a smoothie.

Julien: Then do it as quickly as you can!

Maurice: *puts banana in the blender* Okay, your majesty.

Mort: Can I help?

Maurice: Just stay away from Julien's feet.

Mort: I'll try! *runs over and hugs the Julien's feet* Oops! 

Julien: Maurice! Get him off me!

Maurice: I thought you wanted a smoothie....

Finally the lights flashed on, and without having any contact with the door, Skipper and Private witnessed it slam open before their own eyes. "Come on," Skipper said. "No, no, I can't go in there! No!" Private whined like he was in a trance. Skipper grasped his flipper, and dragged him inside. Skipper kept his grip tight until he found Kowalski and Rico por the stairs. "Are you both all right?!" Skipper asked startled. "Yes, but something happened in the basement." Kowalski said out of breath. "All right, Rico, take Private upstairs and keep an eye on him. Kowalski, you're coming with me."...

I remember that still moment when near father and son gazed into each other's eyes. Leeland's gray eyes were filled with so many emotions I could hardly understand; yet I had quite a few feelings milling around inside of me as well. Leeland seemed as though he could almost say, 'What the heck..' Then he really DID say it. His voice trailed off and his beak said something inaudible. I looked down at my blood-stained feathers. Then it hit me. This looked perfectly clear that I'd killed the general. I knew full well that I hadn't, but Leeland and his armed companions didn't know so. I didn't have...

Still Skipper's View

"Yes!" the man cried. "I knew it! Time is frozen!"
I tell por tone on voice that the man was Kowalski.
"Hey, how did I get all the way up here?" the man (Kowalski) asked himself. 
He pulled up his new hand and looked at it. 
"Ahhh!! Fingers!" he screamed.
"Told ya it wasn't the Stopwatch," Johnson said, who had got out of a bunk.
"And that is why you shouldn't disobey my orders," I joked. 
By now, we were all out of our hiding spaces. 
"Stop making all those weird noises, Skipper and Johnson," Kowalski said. "I can't understand a word you two are saying!"
"Of course!" Ivy said....

I looked around the clearing. My eyes falling on a black and white form beside me. He was soaked in blood. I put a flipper on the penguin's chest. He was dead as doornail. I couldn't have been wrong. I'd kissed death before. I knew death when it was present in a body. And it was in this penguin's body. I shivered. Who had killed him? Then it hit me like a tidal wave. Where was Hans? Had he been shot too? I looked around. No one was there. I got to my feet and walked a distance. If Hans had been shot surely he wouldn't have gotton this far. Then another thought entered my mind. I froze. Was...

Alex & Maurice...

Alex & Maurice raced through the jungle, following the sound of the weeping. The sound grew slightly louder the closer they got. They finally stopped when they realized that they heard the weeping coming from behind them. "Alex! How could we have missed him? Mort! Where are you?!" Maurice said as they turned around & began walking in the other direction. "I am here!" They heard Mort cry, but they still did not see him. "Mort! Where are you!? We still can't see you!" Maurice yelled. "I am in this hole & I can't get out!"

Alex & Maurice found where Mort was....

I did not make this up. It is in a book I bought.

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Now to start the story:

Meet the Penguins

Skipper, Kowalski, Private, and Rico may look like four cuddly ________- but ...

Antarctica

Skipper: "I don't know what you'r--"

Private: *--brings fist around & wallops Skipper*

Skipper: *blocks seguinte punch* "What are you doing!? Explain yourself!"

Private: *starts fight*

*Skipper & Private begin fighting*

Skipper: *pins Private* "Explain yourself!!!"

Private: "You were there! It's all your fault!"

Skipper: "I was where!? Private! I still don't know what you're talking about!"

Private: "You were there! When my mother died! If you hadn't been there she'd still be alive!"

Skipper: "Look, kid! I don't know what you're talking about! I wasn't even conscious when my parents died!"...

Antarctica

The Flock's Return

*hiding in an old abandoned home, the trio of penguins watch the penguins coming into the living grounds*

*all whispering*

Kowalski: "Hey! There's my parents! And...They're..."

Skipper: *looks* "Oh. I'm sorry, amigo."

*they see Kowalski's parents holding another hatchling*

Rico: "Hey! Therine!" (Translation: "Hey! There's mine!") *starts to go to them, but stops when Lithia & Jordan start laughing*

Kowalski: "I'm sorry, Rico. I know how you feel."

Skipper: "Hey! Don't look so upset! There's gotta be another explanation for this...I'm sure they still mis--"

Kowalski:...

Antarctica

The Feeding Grounds...

Private: *sits isolated from the group, looking at the water, thinking*

I can't believe this happened. I lost my Dad before I even knew him...Now my Mom is gone too. All I have left is Uncle Nigel. And he's gone most of the time. I wonder what happened to her--WAIT! I don't even want to know. Why? Why did you have to go. Why couldn't you have stayed. I wish you were here. Oh, how I wish you were here....

Steve: "Hey, Private. You feel like playing?"

Private: "Sorry guys. I'm just not in the mood right now. Maybe later."

Jake: "Hey, sorry about your mom, dude. She...

Antarctica

2 Days Before Migration...

*a 15 ano old Rico was waddling along when he heard something...*

KABOOM!

Rico: "Whoa! What was that?!" *curious, he followed where the sound came from*

KABOOM! KABOOM!

Rico: *kept going & stopped suddenly when he saw lights exploding in the sky* "Whoa...Cool..." *he just kept watching when he saw large creatures sending these exploding lights into the sky* "Hey, my mom told me about these beings, they're humans!" *he went back to his início as fast as he could go*

Rico: "Mom! Dad! You'll never believe what I just saw! These exploding lights were in the sky!...

Rico climbed up the assento and luggage, that was in his way to the brief false comfort of land. Kowalski wasn't far behind him. For them at that moment it was every pinguim for himself. Skipper soon made his way out, not realizing that one of his men was still in the death trap.
A frightened voice called out from the descending car. It was Skipper's worst nightmare. "Help, Skippah, don't let me fall!" Private yelped helplessly from the backseat, holding his lunacorn with his foot jammed and stuck under the crushing weight of all the luggage. "I'm stuck!" He cried.
Skipper lunged at the back of...