[b] Let me make this clear, this is a PARODY of all the crazy amounts of OC's on this site. If I missed your OC, sorry. I did the best I could. [b]
Skipper and Marlene were walking in the zoo one day. A brown lontra ran por in the direction of the Lemur's habitat. "Hi, Brandon!" Skipper called him out. Brandon yelled hi, not once looking back. Skipper and Marlene kept on walking. Four little animais were running in a straight line behind him.
“Eggy, Peanut, Marshal, Buttons…” Marlene counted. Skipper looked over to her.
“I’m going to get some of Private’s amor Smoothies out of the HQ.” he said. Marlene just smiled, and watched as he crawled into the base. It took him a few minutes, but he managed to squeeze his way down into the hole.
Inside, Skipper was having a hard time breathing. This was NOT an exaggeration. There were penguins (and a few other animals) EVERY WHERE. Skipper shoved his way past hundreds of the chatting OC’s. Finally he just gave up and called out for Private.
“Over here, Skippa!” came the reply to his left. Skipper threw two intellectual-looking penguins having with blue-rimmed glasses. One had a red headband, the other a blue ponytail. Private turned around from his smoothie, batido machine. “Hey, where’d Icicle and MixMaster go?” He asked.
Skipper just shrugged. “Thanks for the smoothies, Private!” He shouted over the roar of the room. Skipper headed back into the black and white.
He managed to swim his way through to the other side. Once over there, he looked down at his empty flipper. Somewhere along the way, he had dropped one of the Smoothies. Ah, well, it wasn’t that big of a loss. They could always share. Or she could just have it, it didn’t matter either way. Skipper poked his head out of the hidden lair.
He gasped in horror at the sudden scene before him. Marlene was roped between two poles, creating a badly made sacrifice/worship altar. Hundreds of animais – mostly Otters, all of them fanboys – were kneeling. All of them chanted her name in a synchronized rhythm. Tiki torches were lit all around.
“Sweet Merian Cooper!” exclaimed Skipper “What’s going on?” Immediately, all the animais in the crowd stood up and turned to face him.
“Oh, bugger.” Skipper ran over their heads, jumping from pinguim to lontra to lobo and others. He leapt up onto the stage with a frontwards flip, and sliced Marlene’s bonds before she could even see him. He grabbed her arm and jumped over the back of the ‘altar’. The hundreds of fanboys created a massive tidal wave after the two of them, with shouts and cries of “Die SKILENE!” and “She’s MIIIIINE!!” filling the air.
Skipper held Marlene Bridal style, using the heads of their ‘fans’ to jump dramatically in SLOW MOTION! over the Zoo walls. The wave of animais crashed against the brick, leaving the hundreds of fanboys screaming in pain and vengeance.
Skipper and Marlene stumbled on the grass. They got up, and brushed each other off. “Well, that was weird.” Marlene said. Skipper nodded in agreement. The two of them watched as Kowalski ran by, tons of fã girls nipping at his heels. “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” He screamed, narrowly missing being tripped por a lunatic with black hair sticking everywhere.
“Should we help him?” asked Marlene “They’ve been going at it for days.”
“Naaaah, let them go, he needs the exercise from his doces Binge Tuesday.” Skipper replied nonchalantly.
Suddenly Crates started falling from the Sky. “We have mais pressing concerns right now, Marlene!”
He yelled, the two of them running from the bombs of wood and staples. animais swarmed out of the crates. “Hi! We’re new here!” they chanted.
“How weird is this dia going to get?!?” Skipper yelled at no one in particular. Crates exploded left and right, falling out of nowhere from the sky.
“I hope there’s a logical explanation for this!” Marlene yelled over the crashing sounds.
As they ran, the ground started shaking.
“Oh, now what is this?!” The Skipper, fully frustrated, yelled in anger. The ground cracked open, and a human hand clinged to the earth… about as big as a human. Its nails were painted pink, and looked dainty, even if they were as big as Bada or Bing. The entire form pulled itself out of the ground, looking ‘sweetly’ at Skipper and Marlene.
“I UNDERSTAND YOUUUUU!” It roared. “I – HELP! ME VERY GOOD HUMAN! PENGUINS GOOD! I SPEAK AM-IMALS-MIM!!!”
“What the heck is that?!” Marlene asked in terror.
“Well, it appears to be a giant human…”
“RUN!”
“Shouldn’t we have woken up por now?” Skipper
thought aloud
“WHAT?! What are you talking about?” Marlene asked confusedly
“Well, none of this would happen in real life… surely it’s all just a dream!”
“Makes sense!” Marlene agreed
“ There’s no place like home, There’s no place like home, There’s no place like home!!” They chanted, just as the giant’s hand came upon them, and everything went black.
0.o.0.o.0.o.0
Skipper woke up in his bunk. He jumped out of bed, slamming his head on the concrete above him. He groaned in agony as he fell onto the floor. He shook himself off and looked at the bunk. They were all empty! Where was everybody?
Sunlight streamed in through a crack in the fishbowl entrance. Was it daytime already? Why didn’t they wake him?! He climbed up into the sun to find his three recruits huddled over a small feathery mass.
“Awwww!” said Kowalski “A-gootchie gootchie goo!”
Private giggled as the little pinguim smiled.
“What’s going on here, men?” Skipper asked.
“Sorry, Skipper. But this is our new roommate, Michael! Isn’t he ADORABLE?” Private explained
Memories of the last night’s nightmare passed through his mind.
“Noooooo!” he cried out, giving little baby pinguim Michael a rápido, swift kick out of Rico’s flippers, and all the way out of Central Park. “My car!” a voice cried out.
“That looks like fun!” Mort grabbed Julien’s feet, and soon he was following the projected path of Michael.
"Today, we're going to learn how to defend ourselves from our fans..." Starte Skipper, atuação like nothing had happened.
Skipper and Marlene were walking in the zoo one day. A brown lontra ran por in the direction of the Lemur's habitat. "Hi, Brandon!" Skipper called him out. Brandon yelled hi, not once looking back. Skipper and Marlene kept on walking. Four little animais were running in a straight line behind him.
“Eggy, Peanut, Marshal, Buttons…” Marlene counted. Skipper looked over to her.
“I’m going to get some of Private’s amor Smoothies out of the HQ.” he said. Marlene just smiled, and watched as he crawled into the base. It took him a few minutes, but he managed to squeeze his way down into the hole.
Inside, Skipper was having a hard time breathing. This was NOT an exaggeration. There were penguins (and a few other animals) EVERY WHERE. Skipper shoved his way past hundreds of the chatting OC’s. Finally he just gave up and called out for Private.
“Over here, Skippa!” came the reply to his left. Skipper threw two intellectual-looking penguins having with blue-rimmed glasses. One had a red headband, the other a blue ponytail. Private turned around from his smoothie, batido machine. “Hey, where’d Icicle and MixMaster go?” He asked.
Skipper just shrugged. “Thanks for the smoothies, Private!” He shouted over the roar of the room. Skipper headed back into the black and white.
He managed to swim his way through to the other side. Once over there, he looked down at his empty flipper. Somewhere along the way, he had dropped one of the Smoothies. Ah, well, it wasn’t that big of a loss. They could always share. Or she could just have it, it didn’t matter either way. Skipper poked his head out of the hidden lair.
He gasped in horror at the sudden scene before him. Marlene was roped between two poles, creating a badly made sacrifice/worship altar. Hundreds of animais – mostly Otters, all of them fanboys – were kneeling. All of them chanted her name in a synchronized rhythm. Tiki torches were lit all around.
“Sweet Merian Cooper!” exclaimed Skipper “What’s going on?” Immediately, all the animais in the crowd stood up and turned to face him.
“Oh, bugger.” Skipper ran over their heads, jumping from pinguim to lontra to lobo and others. He leapt up onto the stage with a frontwards flip, and sliced Marlene’s bonds before she could even see him. He grabbed her arm and jumped over the back of the ‘altar’. The hundreds of fanboys created a massive tidal wave after the two of them, with shouts and cries of “Die SKILENE!” and “She’s MIIIIINE!!” filling the air.
Skipper held Marlene Bridal style, using the heads of their ‘fans’ to jump dramatically in SLOW MOTION! over the Zoo walls. The wave of animais crashed against the brick, leaving the hundreds of fanboys screaming in pain and vengeance.
Skipper and Marlene stumbled on the grass. They got up, and brushed each other off. “Well, that was weird.” Marlene said. Skipper nodded in agreement. The two of them watched as Kowalski ran by, tons of fã girls nipping at his heels. “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” He screamed, narrowly missing being tripped por a lunatic with black hair sticking everywhere.
“Should we help him?” asked Marlene “They’ve been going at it for days.”
“Naaaah, let them go, he needs the exercise from his doces Binge Tuesday.” Skipper replied nonchalantly.
Suddenly Crates started falling from the Sky. “We have mais pressing concerns right now, Marlene!”
He yelled, the two of them running from the bombs of wood and staples. animais swarmed out of the crates. “Hi! We’re new here!” they chanted.
“How weird is this dia going to get?!?” Skipper yelled at no one in particular. Crates exploded left and right, falling out of nowhere from the sky.
“I hope there’s a logical explanation for this!” Marlene yelled over the crashing sounds.
As they ran, the ground started shaking.
“Oh, now what is this?!” The Skipper, fully frustrated, yelled in anger. The ground cracked open, and a human hand clinged to the earth… about as big as a human. Its nails were painted pink, and looked dainty, even if they were as big as Bada or Bing. The entire form pulled itself out of the ground, looking ‘sweetly’ at Skipper and Marlene.
“I UNDERSTAND YOUUUUU!” It roared. “I – HELP! ME VERY GOOD HUMAN! PENGUINS GOOD! I SPEAK AM-IMALS-MIM!!!”
“What the heck is that?!” Marlene asked in terror.
“Well, it appears to be a giant human…”
“RUN!”
“Shouldn’t we have woken up por now?” Skipper
thought aloud
“WHAT?! What are you talking about?” Marlene asked confusedly
“Well, none of this would happen in real life… surely it’s all just a dream!”
“Makes sense!” Marlene agreed
“ There’s no place like home, There’s no place like home, There’s no place like home!!” They chanted, just as the giant’s hand came upon them, and everything went black.
0.o.0.o.0.o.0
Skipper woke up in his bunk. He jumped out of bed, slamming his head on the concrete above him. He groaned in agony as he fell onto the floor. He shook himself off and looked at the bunk. They were all empty! Where was everybody?
Sunlight streamed in through a crack in the fishbowl entrance. Was it daytime already? Why didn’t they wake him?! He climbed up into the sun to find his three recruits huddled over a small feathery mass.
“Awwww!” said Kowalski “A-gootchie gootchie goo!”
Private giggled as the little pinguim smiled.
“What’s going on here, men?” Skipper asked.
“Sorry, Skipper. But this is our new roommate, Michael! Isn’t he ADORABLE?” Private explained
Memories of the last night’s nightmare passed through his mind.
“Noooooo!” he cried out, giving little baby pinguim Michael a rápido, swift kick out of Rico’s flippers, and all the way out of Central Park. “My car!” a voice cried out.
“That looks like fun!” Mort grabbed Julien’s feet, and soon he was following the projected path of Michael.
"Today, we're going to learn how to defend ourselves from our fans..." Starte Skipper, atuação like nothing had happened.
It was a warm morning in the New York zoo.
three out of four penguins were asleep, Kowalski, Rico, and Private.
The leader of the group Skipper, planned on not wakeing them up yet.
And was too busy trying to fix the coffee maker.
And por all notes, the boys knew Skipper was not a morning person without coffee.
"SWEET MOTHER MCARTHER! WHY WON'T YOU WORK?" Skipper yelled.
"HUH?" Kowalski banged his head on the topo, início bunk.
"CUPIT??" Private said and woke up and noticed he was beijar his pillow.
"zzzz" Rico snored.
"Oh hello boys, why are you guys up this early?" Skipper asked with a secret smile.
"Hrmm. I'm sure you know.." Kowalski mumbled.
"Well, since you soldiers are up, how about helping me fix the coffee maker?"
Private pretended to sleep again.
Kowalski had no chance to pretend to sleep again, and he dreaded to help Skipper with the coffee maker.
the last time he had to help him.. he almost lost a flipper...
three out of four penguins were asleep, Kowalski, Rico, and Private.
The leader of the group Skipper, planned on not wakeing them up yet.
And was too busy trying to fix the coffee maker.
And por all notes, the boys knew Skipper was not a morning person without coffee.
"SWEET MOTHER MCARTHER! WHY WON'T YOU WORK?" Skipper yelled.
"HUH?" Kowalski banged his head on the topo, início bunk.
"CUPIT??" Private said and woke up and noticed he was beijar his pillow.
"zzzz" Rico snored.
"Oh hello boys, why are you guys up this early?" Skipper asked with a secret smile.
"Hrmm. I'm sure you know.." Kowalski mumbled.
"Well, since you soldiers are up, how about helping me fix the coffee maker?"
Private pretended to sleep again.
Kowalski had no chance to pretend to sleep again, and he dreaded to help Skipper with the coffee maker.
the last time he had to help him.. he almost lost a flipper...
