It was currently eleven o’clock at night, so Kowalski decided to visit the city and see what there was to see for a bit, as most of the people would either be início or in seedy nightclubs which Kowalski made ever effort to stay away from. Since the other animais would all be sound asleep and Kowalski had no access to any science books or materials since they were all back at the HQ, he didn’t have much else to do. He went down into the sewers since it was quicker and he was less likely to be spotted por a human and set off towards the town.
After a few minutes, Kowalski came upon Rodger’s sewer ‘house’. The alligator was nowhere to be found but the antro, den was a mess and things were scattered everywhere. Sitting on topo, início of a small wooden mesa, tabela was a lone rat. Kowalski snuck up behind the rato and booted it into the water. The rato swore as he dog paddled to shore.
“Rodger?” said Kowalski, wondering where the gator could be. He tried a little louder and still got no response. Eventually, he concluded that the alligator was simply away doing something (despite all evidence) and decided to just keep walking.
He walked for a few mais minutos until he heard cars overhead, which meant that he was probably right underneath the city. He popped his head out of a manhole and saw that he was surrounded por a bunch of nightclubs on all sides of the road. He ducked back underground and walked away quickly; he didn’t want to find out what people in nightclubs flushed down toilets.
About ten minutos later, Kowalski began to hear a noise coming from somewhere nearby. He followed it and it got louder and louder…it was the voice of a woman singing. Bah, thought Kowalski, and he was about to leave when suddenly an organ began to play. In spite of himself, Kowalski had always secretly liked evil-sounding organ música and was instantly drawn back to the sound.
He popped out of a manhole nearby the sound and found himself in front of a large stone building. He slipped inside of an air conditioning vent and crawled along inside until he was directly above the music. He looked down a vent and saw an orchestra pit full of people playing various instruments. The organ música suddenly stopped and Kowalski felt ripped off, but then a beautiful horn solo began and Kowalski found himself rooted to the spot. He was entranced por the music.
“Is this what I’ve been missing all this time?” said Kowalski to himself. A single tear formed in his right eye.
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“Hey guys,” said Kowalski as he walked back in to the pinguim HQ. His intelligent accent did not seem to be as noticeable as usual, and, although it was not por that much, everyone noticed.
“Did you have fun?” asked Skipper. Kowalski nodded.
“Well that’s’ good, because we resume training now!” said Skipper. “Kowalski, we stopped the archery exercises so now we are going to resume them. Go grab your bows and I’ll set up the target.”
“Where did you go, Kowalski?” asked Private, reluctantly picking up his bow.
“I just…hung around in the city for a bit,” said Kowalski. Private seemed to sense that he was hiding something but didn’t say anything more. Kowalski retrieved his bow without a fuss and walked over to the ‘shooting line’.
“Okay Private, you can go first,” said Skipper. Skipper then walked over and stood seguinte to Kowalski in case Private’s Arqueiro hit the mural or floor and began to bounce around.
“Hey Skipper…you didn’t turn on the music!” said Kowalski.
“What, the William Tell…you just told me to turn it off!” said Skipper.
“No, turn it on, turn it on!” said Kowalski. Skipper glanced at Kowalski as though fearing for his health but complied and turned on the music. Kowalski seemed to like it, and when his turn came around he was so distracted that Skipper had to poke him with one of his arrows to snap him out of his trance.
“Ow!” said Kowalski.
“Your turn, Kowalski. Remember, aim for their heads.”
Kowalski shot all of his arrows and missed every time. Private was up again (Skipper was overseeing the exercise, not participating) and carefully aimed his shot to hit a ninja. However, Rico was busy dancing to the música behind him and accidentally whacked Private’s bow, nudging it slightly. The Arqueiro went flying and smashed into the CD player, impaling it slightly. Then the force caused por the hit caused the CD played to fall back ever so slightly, but it was enough to knock it to the floor, and it smashed everywhere.
“AAH!” said Kowalski, running to the CD player. “You broke it…how could you?”
“Erm…sorry?” said Private.
After a few minutes, Kowalski came upon Rodger’s sewer ‘house’. The alligator was nowhere to be found but the antro, den was a mess and things were scattered everywhere. Sitting on topo, início of a small wooden mesa, tabela was a lone rat. Kowalski snuck up behind the rato and booted it into the water. The rato swore as he dog paddled to shore.
“Rodger?” said Kowalski, wondering where the gator could be. He tried a little louder and still got no response. Eventually, he concluded that the alligator was simply away doing something (despite all evidence) and decided to just keep walking.
He walked for a few mais minutos until he heard cars overhead, which meant that he was probably right underneath the city. He popped his head out of a manhole and saw that he was surrounded por a bunch of nightclubs on all sides of the road. He ducked back underground and walked away quickly; he didn’t want to find out what people in nightclubs flushed down toilets.
About ten minutos later, Kowalski began to hear a noise coming from somewhere nearby. He followed it and it got louder and louder…it was the voice of a woman singing. Bah, thought Kowalski, and he was about to leave when suddenly an organ began to play. In spite of himself, Kowalski had always secretly liked evil-sounding organ música and was instantly drawn back to the sound.
He popped out of a manhole nearby the sound and found himself in front of a large stone building. He slipped inside of an air conditioning vent and crawled along inside until he was directly above the music. He looked down a vent and saw an orchestra pit full of people playing various instruments. The organ música suddenly stopped and Kowalski felt ripped off, but then a beautiful horn solo began and Kowalski found himself rooted to the spot. He was entranced por the music.
“Is this what I’ve been missing all this time?” said Kowalski to himself. A single tear formed in his right eye.
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“Hey guys,” said Kowalski as he walked back in to the pinguim HQ. His intelligent accent did not seem to be as noticeable as usual, and, although it was not por that much, everyone noticed.
“Did you have fun?” asked Skipper. Kowalski nodded.
“Well that’s’ good, because we resume training now!” said Skipper. “Kowalski, we stopped the archery exercises so now we are going to resume them. Go grab your bows and I’ll set up the target.”
“Where did you go, Kowalski?” asked Private, reluctantly picking up his bow.
“I just…hung around in the city for a bit,” said Kowalski. Private seemed to sense that he was hiding something but didn’t say anything more. Kowalski retrieved his bow without a fuss and walked over to the ‘shooting line’.
“Okay Private, you can go first,” said Skipper. Skipper then walked over and stood seguinte to Kowalski in case Private’s Arqueiro hit the mural or floor and began to bounce around.
“Hey Skipper…you didn’t turn on the music!” said Kowalski.
“What, the William Tell…you just told me to turn it off!” said Skipper.
“No, turn it on, turn it on!” said Kowalski. Skipper glanced at Kowalski as though fearing for his health but complied and turned on the music. Kowalski seemed to like it, and when his turn came around he was so distracted that Skipper had to poke him with one of his arrows to snap him out of his trance.
“Ow!” said Kowalski.
“Your turn, Kowalski. Remember, aim for their heads.”
Kowalski shot all of his arrows and missed every time. Private was up again (Skipper was overseeing the exercise, not participating) and carefully aimed his shot to hit a ninja. However, Rico was busy dancing to the música behind him and accidentally whacked Private’s bow, nudging it slightly. The Arqueiro went flying and smashed into the CD player, impaling it slightly. Then the force caused por the hit caused the CD played to fall back ever so slightly, but it was enough to knock it to the floor, and it smashed everywhere.
“AAH!” said Kowalski, running to the CD player. “You broke it…how could you?”
“Erm…sorry?” said Private.
Well you guys, i wuz on myspace and found out dat da penguins have 4 myspaces... 1 for all of dem n 3 individual ones (private dont got one cuz he too young) its like sooo awesome! if yall wud like to chek it out antro, den here are da links to all of em!!! enjoy peoples!!!
Penguins of Madagascar (all of them) :
link
Skipper:
link
Kowalski:
link
Rico:
link
To me Kowalski's is da awesomest cuz he spent ALOT of time on his, antro, den Skippers but his dont got info on it and antro, den rico's it has nutin on it really but oh well...dan all together is awesome as well...
KOWALSKI'S MYSPACE RAWWWKKSSS!
Penguins of Madagascar (all of them) :
link
Skipper:
link
Kowalski:
link
Rico:
link
To me Kowalski's is da awesomest cuz he spent ALOT of time on his, antro, den Skippers but his dont got info on it and antro, den rico's it has nutin on it really but oh well...dan all together is awesome as well...
KOWALSKI'S MYSPACE RAWWWKKSSS!
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