"Bye! Bye!" Private calls, still waving his fins in his mother's flippers.
"Nigel! Come here! Private's okay!" She cheers, and brings him closer. "I amor you, Private! I'm so sorry!" She whispers.
"I amor you, too; mummy." Private smiles. That's when Nigel waddles up. Private jumps out of her fins and into his uncle's.
"Uncle Nigel!"
"Private! Hello, lad! My it seems like you've grown!"
"Uncle Nigel,"
"I'm serious." Nigel lovingly rubbed the topo, início of Private's head. He giggles, and removes Nigel's flipper.
"Private, who was that?" His mom ponders.
"Oh, that's Skippah!" Private points.
"Skippah?" The female pinguim repeats.
"That's a uncommon name. I've only heard that… Could it be?" Nigel put together, lodging an avalanche of thoughts.
"Ex-prince Skipper, son of the past King Ahaz and Ex-queen Marie?" His mother contuines.
"But that's not possible. He's…" Nigel trails off.
"Dead." She sighs.
"How did he die, mum?" Private wonders, looking up at his mother with his baby blues. With one glance to Nigel, she entreats for assistance. Nigel shakes his head. Their cover blows, as Private looks to Nigel.
Nigel smiles. "I can assure that whatever it was, it will never happen to you. You've got a loving mum and… uncle who care about you mais than life itself." Nigel swoops Private up in his fins. The plump, little pinguim nestles into his uncle's chest.
"Besides, if he was even the slightest bit related to King Cain; he would never help." Nigel assumes.
"Nigel!" She scolds.
"I can't help being predijudice against those central colony scoundrels. They forced us to flee our home, killed innoncent baby boys, and you know what they did to your husband…" Nigel goes on.
"Nigel! Hush!" She shouts. "They didn't cause us to leave, remember? We chose to. We chose letting Private live, and I couldn't imagine it any other way!" She exclaims.
"So what are you saying?" Nigel questions.
She shrugs, "I don't know, anymore. Maybe, they're not all like that."
"Come on, I'll show you what I put together." Nigel says, and they head farther onto the boat.
"Nigel! Come here! Private's okay!" She cheers, and brings him closer. "I amor you, Private! I'm so sorry!" She whispers.
"I amor you, too; mummy." Private smiles. That's when Nigel waddles up. Private jumps out of her fins and into his uncle's.
"Uncle Nigel!"
"Private! Hello, lad! My it seems like you've grown!"
"Uncle Nigel,"
"I'm serious." Nigel lovingly rubbed the topo, início of Private's head. He giggles, and removes Nigel's flipper.
"Private, who was that?" His mom ponders.
"Oh, that's Skippah!" Private points.
"Skippah?" The female pinguim repeats.
"That's a uncommon name. I've only heard that… Could it be?" Nigel put together, lodging an avalanche of thoughts.
"Ex-prince Skipper, son of the past King Ahaz and Ex-queen Marie?" His mother contuines.
"But that's not possible. He's…" Nigel trails off.
"Dead." She sighs.
"How did he die, mum?" Private wonders, looking up at his mother with his baby blues. With one glance to Nigel, she entreats for assistance. Nigel shakes his head. Their cover blows, as Private looks to Nigel.
Nigel smiles. "I can assure that whatever it was, it will never happen to you. You've got a loving mum and… uncle who care about you mais than life itself." Nigel swoops Private up in his fins. The plump, little pinguim nestles into his uncle's chest.
"Besides, if he was even the slightest bit related to King Cain; he would never help." Nigel assumes.
"Nigel!" She scolds.
"I can't help being predijudice against those central colony scoundrels. They forced us to flee our home, killed innoncent baby boys, and you know what they did to your husband…" Nigel goes on.
"Nigel! Hush!" She shouts. "They didn't cause us to leave, remember? We chose to. We chose letting Private live, and I couldn't imagine it any other way!" She exclaims.
"So what are you saying?" Nigel questions.
She shrugs, "I don't know, anymore. Maybe, they're not all like that."
"Come on, I'll show you what I put together." Nigel says, and they head farther onto the boat.
I am composição literária a pom and Twilight Zone crossover with 6 episodes, I'll make 3 mais if it becomes popular. There will be death, smoking (the show is KNOWN 4 smoking), and randomness.
Rod Serling: I welcome you to-
Me: mover IT ROD! I'M HOSTING HERE NOT YOU!
Rod: I always host this show.
Me: TO BAD THIS IS UNDER MY COMMAND NOW!!!
*duck tapes Rod to the chair and throws him in the closet*
Me: As I was saying...Episode 1 is under way, so wait tommorow for it, Thank you for waiting
You unlock this door with the key to imagination, a dimension of sound, and a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind, as you travel along the sweep of imagination, and of things and ideas, you've crossed over into. The Twilight Zone.
Rod Serling: I welcome you to-
Me: mover IT ROD! I'M HOSTING HERE NOT YOU!
Rod: I always host this show.
Me: TO BAD THIS IS UNDER MY COMMAND NOW!!!
*duck tapes Rod to the chair and throws him in the closet*
Me: As I was saying...Episode 1 is under way, so wait tommorow for it, Thank you for waiting
You unlock this door with the key to imagination, a dimension of sound, and a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind, as you travel along the sweep of imagination, and of things and ideas, you've crossed over into. The Twilight Zone.
OK, as you might know, Spongebob beat POM in the KCA. Well, I say we challenge those jerks over at the Spongebob fansite! To a fanfiction contest!
Here's the plan: We post something on their site telling them about the contest. Then, we nominate our best writer to represent us. Representative writes fanfiction and posts it on either our site or theirs (we'll decide that later). We find an impartial person and ask him/her to decide which fanfiction they like better. Loser has to write an artigo to be posted on their own site about how great the other show is.
If you like the plan, comment and give suggestions. We need peaople to represent us also. Remember: This is a contest for true fans. This is a test of your faith. And if you don't agree with this, then please, we respect your opinion but this contest doesn't hurt anyone. So don't sabbatoge us. All right then. Commence Operation PAYBACK!
Here's the plan: We post something on their site telling them about the contest. Then, we nominate our best writer to represent us. Representative writes fanfiction and posts it on either our site or theirs (we'll decide that later). We find an impartial person and ask him/her to decide which fanfiction they like better. Loser has to write an artigo to be posted on their own site about how great the other show is.
If you like the plan, comment and give suggestions. We need peaople to represent us also. Remember: This is a contest for true fans. This is a test of your faith. And if you don't agree with this, then please, we respect your opinion but this contest doesn't hurt anyone. So don't sabbatoge us. All right then. Commence Operation PAYBACK!