Eyes 04.08.15
Note: This may contain spoilers for the Penguins of Madagascar Movie.
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Dave the octopus grinned as he picked up a ping on his sonar in his submarine. Just as he’d expected.
He turned to one of his octopus henchmen. “Will Smith have my cages ready?” he asked.
The henchman mumbled a response in octopus speak.
Dave smiled. “Excellent. Tell the others to get in position,” he ordered. The henchman saluted with a slimy tentacle and hurried off.
Dave slithered out of the room to his large storage room, where all the penguins from zoos and aquariums around the world were caged. They silenced and shrunk in fear when they saw Dave enter with a pair of henchmen and a cart. They came to the lone cage in the center of the room, where a small pinguim slept, confident that a certain trio of penguins would come rescue him and foil Dave’s evil plans.
“Morning, Private,” Dave said reaching through the bars of the cage and poking his beak. Private woke up and wiped off the slime Dave left behind. He swallowed as Dave’s henchmen picked his cage up and loaded it onto the cart.
“Where are you taking me?” Private asked getting to his feet.
Dave followed behind as the henchmen pushed his carrinho forward. “Well, I was just hoping to congratulate you! Your brothers are coming here, right this very moment! Isn’t that exciting?” he said happily.
Private’s expression hardened with determination. “I wouldn’t be so happy if I were you! I know they have a plan that you’ll never see coming!”
Dave chuckled. “Aw, aren’t you so cute!” he taunted. “How do you—and mais importantly, they—know that I don’t have my own genius plan that none of you will see coming? Hm?”
Private frowned, but swallowed his doubt. He wasn’t going to let this demented octopus try to convince him that his team couldn’t beat him. They were better than that.
They came to a stop por a metal mesa, tabela with straps hanging limp to the sides. Dave’s raio, ray was a few yards away, along with a few henchmen ensuring everything was in order. Dave opened the cage and pulled Private out with a slimy tentacle and a grin.
“Let go of me! What are you doing?” Private said struggling.
Dave held him on the mesa, tabela as his henchmen firmly strapped him down. “Well, once I have your friends, I thought I’d give them a little demonstration of what my Medusa Serum will do,” he said.
Private looked at his raio, ray and swallowed. “You don’t have to do this,” he said softly with his best pair of puppy-dog eyes.
Dave thought for a moment—or at least pretended like he did. “Yeah, I guess I don’t,” he said thoughtfully. Then he leaned in close to Private’s face. “But I am anyway!” he said before erupting into laughter.
Private frowned. Dave wiped a happy tear from his eye and looked at him.
“Aw, don’t be sad. Things will work out!” he encouraged. “Well, for me anyway,” he added.
“Dave,” Private started, “I know what happened to you was horrible, but you can’t take it out on innocent creatures!”
Dave’s expression hardened. “Oh, but I can,” he said through his teeth. “All I ever wanted was to be loved. And I was! Until you—” he prodded him with his tentacle— “took it all away.”
Private looked into Dave’s eyes—his tired, vengeful, hurting eyes. He was just an empty soul with a blackened heart—well, hearts. The pain he harvested inside him seemed to ignite his red eyes with a burning fogo kindled with hatred.
“But Dave,” Private said slowly, “it’s not too late to be loved.”
Dave scowled. “No one could ever amor me,” he said as he turned away and started back for the conning tower.
“I would,” Private called after. Dave stopped and turned back, looking at Private as if he couldn’t believe he’d said that. “Just let the penguins go, Dave,” Private pleaded. “We’ll start things over. What do you say?”
Private waited in anticipation as Dave studied the floor. Then he scowled and turned back to him.
“No. I’ve worked too hard to get this far. You took everything from me, and now I’m taking everything from you,” he growled into the little penguin’s face. He looked past him at a henchman that was checking the raio, ray over. “Jim, carry out Phase One of our plan. Our special guests will be arriving soon,” he ordered before he turned and left without another word.
Private whimpered softly. “Come on, guys,” he whispered. “I know you won’t let me down. I just know it.”
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Note: Technically, octopuses don’t have “tentacles”; rather, they’re called “arms.” I just thought it sounded awkward to say things like, “Dave opened the cage and pulled Private out with a slimy arm and a grin.” That’s just my opinion. Also, they have three hearts, in case you were confused por the making it plural.
So, who caught my celebrity puns?
Note: This may contain spoilers for the Penguins of Madagascar Movie.
— § —
Dave the octopus grinned as he picked up a ping on his sonar in his submarine. Just as he’d expected.
He turned to one of his octopus henchmen. “Will Smith have my cages ready?” he asked.
The henchman mumbled a response in octopus speak.
Dave smiled. “Excellent. Tell the others to get in position,” he ordered. The henchman saluted with a slimy tentacle and hurried off.
Dave slithered out of the room to his large storage room, where all the penguins from zoos and aquariums around the world were caged. They silenced and shrunk in fear when they saw Dave enter with a pair of henchmen and a cart. They came to the lone cage in the center of the room, where a small pinguim slept, confident that a certain trio of penguins would come rescue him and foil Dave’s evil plans.
“Morning, Private,” Dave said reaching through the bars of the cage and poking his beak. Private woke up and wiped off the slime Dave left behind. He swallowed as Dave’s henchmen picked his cage up and loaded it onto the cart.
“Where are you taking me?” Private asked getting to his feet.
Dave followed behind as the henchmen pushed his carrinho forward. “Well, I was just hoping to congratulate you! Your brothers are coming here, right this very moment! Isn’t that exciting?” he said happily.
Private’s expression hardened with determination. “I wouldn’t be so happy if I were you! I know they have a plan that you’ll never see coming!”
Dave chuckled. “Aw, aren’t you so cute!” he taunted. “How do you—and mais importantly, they—know that I don’t have my own genius plan that none of you will see coming? Hm?”
Private frowned, but swallowed his doubt. He wasn’t going to let this demented octopus try to convince him that his team couldn’t beat him. They were better than that.
They came to a stop por a metal mesa, tabela with straps hanging limp to the sides. Dave’s raio, ray was a few yards away, along with a few henchmen ensuring everything was in order. Dave opened the cage and pulled Private out with a slimy tentacle and a grin.
“Let go of me! What are you doing?” Private said struggling.
Dave held him on the mesa, tabela as his henchmen firmly strapped him down. “Well, once I have your friends, I thought I’d give them a little demonstration of what my Medusa Serum will do,” he said.
Private looked at his raio, ray and swallowed. “You don’t have to do this,” he said softly with his best pair of puppy-dog eyes.
Dave thought for a moment—or at least pretended like he did. “Yeah, I guess I don’t,” he said thoughtfully. Then he leaned in close to Private’s face. “But I am anyway!” he said before erupting into laughter.
Private frowned. Dave wiped a happy tear from his eye and looked at him.
“Aw, don’t be sad. Things will work out!” he encouraged. “Well, for me anyway,” he added.
“Dave,” Private started, “I know what happened to you was horrible, but you can’t take it out on innocent creatures!”
Dave’s expression hardened. “Oh, but I can,” he said through his teeth. “All I ever wanted was to be loved. And I was! Until you—” he prodded him with his tentacle— “took it all away.”
Private looked into Dave’s eyes—his tired, vengeful, hurting eyes. He was just an empty soul with a blackened heart—well, hearts. The pain he harvested inside him seemed to ignite his red eyes with a burning fogo kindled with hatred.
“But Dave,” Private said slowly, “it’s not too late to be loved.”
Dave scowled. “No one could ever amor me,” he said as he turned away and started back for the conning tower.
“I would,” Private called after. Dave stopped and turned back, looking at Private as if he couldn’t believe he’d said that. “Just let the penguins go, Dave,” Private pleaded. “We’ll start things over. What do you say?”
Private waited in anticipation as Dave studied the floor. Then he scowled and turned back to him.
“No. I’ve worked too hard to get this far. You took everything from me, and now I’m taking everything from you,” he growled into the little penguin’s face. He looked past him at a henchman that was checking the raio, ray over. “Jim, carry out Phase One of our plan. Our special guests will be arriving soon,” he ordered before he turned and left without another word.
Private whimpered softly. “Come on, guys,” he whispered. “I know you won’t let me down. I just know it.”
— § —
Note: Technically, octopuses don’t have “tentacles”; rather, they’re called “arms.” I just thought it sounded awkward to say things like, “Dave opened the cage and pulled Private out with a slimy arm and a grin.” That’s just my opinion. Also, they have three hearts, in case you were confused por the making it plural.
So, who caught my celebrity puns?