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"I have not any new information. At the moment they are simply doing training. The club is doing well. I think one of the members is almost on our side," I said.
"Okay then. Good work. Keep a close eye on them. Especially that Annabella and Ivy. I don't trust any of them neither should you," Dr. Blowhole said.
"Okay, this is agent Scar, signing out."
I shut down my Spycon and headed to my elevator. Great, my daily reports were done, and it was only noon. I still had time to hand out the remaining invitations! 
The doors opened and I stepped up and out. I took a short climb up the volcano. I scanned the habitat. Julien was sunbathing, Maurice was making him another smoothie, and Mort was playing with Rodney (his tail). 
I jumped down on the platform. Julien took one of the cucumbers off his eyes and looked at me. 
"Hey, Pam? Want a smoothie, batido too?"
"No, I have things to do. Besides, I don't appreciate working Maurice," I said.
"Your loss." Maurice gave him the morango smoothie, and he sucked it in through the straw.
"What are you going to do, I really need an excuse to take a break," Maurice asked me as I sat down at the bar.
"Girl stuff, passing out the party invitations," I said, which was true.
"Did someone say party?!" Julien exclaimed, looking up and taking his vegetables off. 
"No, I, uh, said hearty! Now go back to whatzitcalling."
Julien sighed and heaved back down in his chair. Maurice sucked his cheeks in.
"Rodney!" Mort called, chasing his tail. "Come back here!" 
I smiled. He was the cutest little thing. 
I glanced over at the pinguim habitat. They were doing some training, like I had said. The chick, Annabella, sat at a distance, watching them, and listening closely.
I grabbed the invitations off my hammock. The zoo-kart drove up to the habitat.
Perfect timing, I thought. I jumped over the short wall, with my many letters, and jumped in. Keeper P was driving, so it was okay.
Keeper P is the newest zookeeper at the zoo. She has been working with animais all her life, and better yet, she can talk and understand them! After the penguins had a visit to her, she switched zoos and now works here with Alice. But it gets better, she is also one of Blowy's spies, the only human one! At the moment, her and I share share the título of 'spies of the month', for 6 months straight! Parker's really jealous...
Anyway, I ask Keeper P if she can give me a ride to the habitats I need to pass the invitations to. She agrees, and I give one of them to her. She let's me take over driving while she reads it.
"Girls night out! Come all! No need to contact if you're coming! In Central Park tomorrow night! Bring snacks and yourselves! See you there! P.S., don't tell any of the guys!"
"Okay, I'm coming!" Keeper P says, and goes back to driving and steers us away from the mural I almost hit (sorry! I'll never be good at driving!).
After about half an hora of giving and explaining the invitations, (can anyone in this zoo read!) we finally get back to the lémure, lemur habitat. I have invited: Marlene, Ivy, Annabella, Keeper P, Henna (the blue hen), Shelly, Darla and the baboons, Becky, Stacey, the bunnies from the petting zoo, and all the other girls I failed to mention.
I still had one invitation when we were finished. I jumped out of the card and opened the invitation. I had saved one last one for me. For me.
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,”...
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posted by Mother-of-PoM
'Big..Brothah..'

He opened his eyes to see that male pinguim who he remembered correctly...HAD NO FLIPPING EYE.

"So you're awake?"

Private sat up, he was in his bed? Thankfully, the male had a bandage on.

"Don't worry, I am your ally."

"What?"

"Sorry I scared you earlier.. I guess I'm not used to showing up to normal people."

"Your missing eye...Did my brothah do that to you?"

"That's in the past."

Private sighed, "Evahyone seems to have it for him. But, you hate him too, right?"

"Because of our hate, we can't rest in peace. But I can save you. We need to get you out of here." He grabbed Private's flipper...
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added by Denicy_Menes
Sorry about the long wait. Here's the seguinte chapter. It's short, but I hope you enjoy!

Rico had debated whether he should keep what he saw to himself or tell his leader. In the end, he dismissed it as a hallucination produced por his hunger. The pinguim stuffed another peixe into his beak. “This is good fish,” he grunted, mouth full.

Leroy roubou a glance at him before laughing. Soon, the tartaruga was on the ground, his body shaking with laughter. Private stared at him curiously, unable to stop a smile from breaking out into his features. “What’s so funny?”

Leroy took in a deep breath....
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posted by peacebaby7
Author’s Note: So, this is kind of a spin-off of the movie, A Thousand Words (starring Eddie Murphy). It’s not going to be like the movie with the árvore losing its leaves, though. It will be a little different. Hope you enjoy! Please review!

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    “Maurice! Where is my smoothie?!” Julien impatiently called from his throne. Maurice rolled his eyes and picked up his pace.

    “It’ll be done in a minute, your highness. I’m trying to get it to blend evenly,” he explained as he watched the fruits in the blender mix into one color.

    “Well,...
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........ugh....
???:what the.....where am...I-ugh! I must have twisted my leg.
Julien was inside a room, clustered with dusty and dirty chairs, where was he?

Julien:ugh... Where am I?

Julien began to walk around the room looking for clues as to where he was, on the other side of the classroom was Maurice lying on the ground.

Julien:!!!!, Maurice, Maurice answer me!

Julien couldn't reach him because of all the stuff in the way. He decides to leave the room to check to see if Maurice was ok. While leaving the room to check the other side, julien tripped and sprained his ankle even more.

Julien:...
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"I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General", or " The Major-General's Song"was written por the playwrights Gilbert and Sullivan in 1879. The song is famous, and you've probably heard it before.


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Blowhole: I am the very model of an evil golfinho mastermind
I treat my minions fairly and to them, i think I'm very kind
I know those stupid peng-yoo-ins would try to claim the contrary
And then I'd say to Private, "Lunacorns are imaginary".
I'm very well acquainted, too, with evil schemes to rule the world,
I understand the way to win the amor of not just any girl
And Skipper's awful cooking can make...
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Skipper, julien, Marlene, and Rico were all getting frustrated because they felt like they were going in a complete circle, they have no luck finding either private or kowalski, skipper was starting to get worried.

Rico: what if they got injured or worse because if spirits, or that huge guy who attacked me, I mean hell, I barely got away from that guy!

Skipper: enough! I know there both fine, there both strong, and they know not to give up so easily, now calm down , think positive!

Rico then realized that he was overreacting, he knew that they were both fine.

Marlene: but where could they be? I...
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posted by Metallica1147
Author’s Note: Sorry for the long wait. School’s been a pain for me as of late since I’m a Senior in high school and I need to do all these Senior things and get ready for the big dia and all. And writers block really didn’t help either. XD But I want to say thank you to stlouisfan who helped me in the composição literária of this chapter. Thanks dude!

Chapter 4: The Final Clue

After a dia and a half of waddling, Private could make out something in the distance along the rocky landscape. It was large and gray, but at this distance he couldn't tell what it was. But as he got closer, he could make...
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The seguinte thing Private knows, he is on the ground; at his mother's feet. Something laid on topo, início of the little penguin. It has to be what had pushed him. It begins to get up.
It is Nigel! He lifts him into his fins.
"Private!" His mother cries, and hugs him tightly.
"There's no time! We need to get out of here!" Nigel says sternly. His voice had no emotion, except urgency. Private had never seen his uncle so serious. He was always so light-hearted and cheery. Goofy uncle Nigel, Private's mother's older brother.
They rush between people and their legs. Most scream, while some men shove through the...
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"Help!" Private screamed. Shock supressed his body so much-he could barely stand. The car came to a screeching stop. The headlights flickered off, and the side door began opening. As the pinguim began getting out, Private began recognizing him mais and more. "Oh my gosh!" Private gasped.
Skipper laid firm. Ramona circled in closer and closer. His eyes followed her to the best of their ablitities. "Sorry, must have dropped my ax. Better get it out." Ramona teased, and grasped the weapon with both flippers. She wedged it in even tighter, inflicting pain, which caused him to wince even more.
Skipper...
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Private dashed into a hiding place, grasping the knife. The rocking chair was perfect! As he sat down, the door opened. Skipper shut it gently behind him. Anxiety portrayed on Skipper's face. Because he got closer, Skipper's footstep's got louder. Each thump made Private quiver.
Although it seemed Skipper was searching for something, his footseps stopped. Private poked his head out. He saw Skipper's back on his own bed. When Skipper reached for his nightstand, Private gasped. Instead of rummaging through the droor for his knife, he took a corded phone that was set on top. Private sighed in...
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