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The Truth, Lies, and Doris - A Dorski fã fiction: Part 2 - Coney Island
    *Sniff, sniff*
    (Sea salt, rollercoaster grease and all-beef franks?)
    Kowalski quickly stood up, still half-asleep, and looked around. He moved a step closer to costa to get a better view and tripped over something small. He picked it up, "A crushed soda can?"
    Kowalski realized he had washed up onto Coney Island based on the colorful machines and the carousel, and with this he also remembered yesterday's drama. Skipper's betrayal,...

After an hour, Kowalski began to smoke his cigarretes. After the 5th one, he imediately got bored and placed his cigar in the ash tray. He pondered on and looked out the window. There was something on the wing, Kowalski wiped his eyes, assuming he is seeing things. Bravely, he looked again saw a gremlin with the creepiest smile, that looked ghastly, and empty. 'AAAHHHH!!! ATTENDANCE!' yelled Kowalski. Then the gremlin vanished before the flight attendant came. 'What's wrong sir?' asked the flight attendant. 'There's a man or something on the wing, some....thing,' said Kowalski. 'Sir, are you...

Me and Penguin11 are in a little...argument. She think SHE belongs with Kowalski...but you know. I don't think that's true! Kowalski belongs with Rico! We are each making artigos on who we think should win for the pick we have up. Read both of ours, then go vote!

Reason 1: Their friendship. Kowalski and Rico have been friends for, like, FOREVER. Wouldn't it be so easy to transition into something more?

Reason 2: Their work well together. Rico is like Kowalskis right hand man. If Kowalski needs anything to do an experiment, who is gonna have it tucked away in his belly? Rico of course! And also,...

Chapter 1: A depressing end, and an even mais depressing beginning

Life

Birth

Animation

Every living thing lives to strive in life. To experience danger, and amor and to gain wisdom to pass on to an new generation. In life there are hopes and dreams, adventure and exploring, and danger. But at some point of live there is death, is it of old age? Murder? Suicide?

A boy was fiddling his thumbs as his mother was driving down a colina toward an intersection, when they both stopped the light was still red. The two was about to visit the boy's grandmother in Boston. Nothing of any significance were wondering...

Skipper followed Maurice to the lémure, lemur exhibit, where Julien was standing on topo, início of the plastic volcano. Standing around underneath him were various animals, most of which were looking confused or simply bored. Julien was looking slightly nervous, especially when he saw Skipper arrive. As Julien glanced around the crowd, Maurice left Skipper and walked up to the base of the vulcão and rapped on it three times with his fist.

“Order!” he said authoritatively like a judge. “Now presenting King Julien with an…important announcement. It better be, for all the trouble I had to go through to...

Chapter 4-Assualt

    Skipper and Kowalski were very tired after training together. They went to cama early, before the sun even set. Since the others were gone, Skipper got a bunk this time. They plopped down in their beds like cold turkeys and curled up under their covers.
    “I have never been so overworked in my whole life,” Skipper moaned.
    “Eh, you will get used to it,” Kowalski assured him. “It is normal training for me.”
    “Does Mr. Halloweentown train you all the time?” he wondered. “And...

    The realization of reality was like a soco to the face…For the segundo time today.

    Had I been injected with the same thing he'd injected into the other animais or was it strictly to knock me out? What was being injecting into the other animals? What the hell was going on here?!

    "Skipper?!"

    I snapped back into attention and realized that I'd been staring at the needle with my beak hanging open.

    "Skipper, you really need to stop doing tha—!"

    "I was injected...

Author's note: yes, i realize this story may be far-fetched, but this was one of my best ideas at the time, and i'm happy with the way it turned out despite my having no knowledge of how the actual voice actors act in real life, nor how they'd behave in a situation like this. This is my version of them, and my take on the show. I'm just here to tell my stories and do my own thing. if you don't like it, shaddap and don't say nuthin'. but if you like it, por all means, comment! I hope you enjoy this!

-Adam (AKA @NumismatistNut on twitter)



Tom McGrath's Point of view (Skipper's voice actor, in case...

'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...

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....

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,...