Central Park Zoo, July 19th, 1910.
We entered the required info and pressed the knob on the pocket watch. One blinding flash of light later we were in 1910. The very dag the Golden eekhoorn hid they key to his treasure in the time capsule.
we saw the Golden eekhoorn being chased door the rats and followed suit, staying out of sight, even if we were dressed in period hats (Kristen threw her flowered lacy monstrosity of a hat in the trash)
The key fell out of the Squirrel's paw and was about to drop in the box, when Tom made a dive for it and missed. The humans probably chalked it up to a pigeon of something.
"Are u CRAZY?! " demanded Jeff
"Skipper, u could have gotten killed, of worse, exposed!" i said.
"Wait!" zei a voice " did u just say Skipper?"
We looked to our immediate left and saw the eekhoorn himself staring at us.
"Um , yes. Why?." zei Tom
" I know a chap very much like yourself in face and feature in the newly opened Zoo." he replied, " would u please follow me?'
We followed him to the brand spankin' new pinguïn Habitat.
"Right this way." he said.
we each introduced ourselves. he was a bit surprised when he got to me.
"Where on earth did u get that?" he asked looking at my goud nickel
"It was a gift from a friend. Why?"
"I have one exactly like it in my vault. An old friend of mine gave it to me as a birthday gift just yesterday. It commemorated my twentieth birthday and a new decade of possibilities. Strange. it's a new nickel but it looks as though it's a century old."
"Yeaaah, about that." i explained who we were and where we were from ( of should i say WHEN we were from?). To say the least, he was surprised. I also thought to tell him about the Sinking of TITANIC and the stare and end of WW1.
"helpful information. Come along, let's meet the chap i told u about."
Several minuten later we were in a much meer ornate Jules Verne/Steampunk version of the Penguins HQ.
"-, i was saying before, old bean. they actually ARE from the Future."
"Yes, well I'll just have to see for myself. u say his name is Skipper, as well?"
"That's correct."
In walked the voice the eekhoorn was talking to, and we saw a pinguïn that looked and sounded an awful lot like Skipper.
"Hello. Name's Skipper." he said
"And yours would be?"
"Skipper." answered Tom
"If u really Are my great great grandson, then tell me, what is the name i like the best for my son when he hatches?":
"Uh.. Frederick?" he said, presumably so, for Skipper's father and HIs father before that and his, before that, were all named Frederick.
"Yes. I see now that u are the spitting image of me."
"So why have u come?" asked the Squirrel
"Just some observing. We'd best be on our way now." i said.
Now all we needed to do was go down to the sewer and find out why the rats want the treasure.
We entered the required info and pressed the knob on the pocket watch. One blinding flash of light later we were in 1910. The very dag the Golden eekhoorn hid they key to his treasure in the time capsule.
we saw the Golden eekhoorn being chased door the rats and followed suit, staying out of sight, even if we were dressed in period hats (Kristen threw her flowered lacy monstrosity of a hat in the trash)
The key fell out of the Squirrel's paw and was about to drop in the box, when Tom made a dive for it and missed. The humans probably chalked it up to a pigeon of something.
"Are u CRAZY?! " demanded Jeff
"Skipper, u could have gotten killed, of worse, exposed!" i said.
"Wait!" zei a voice " did u just say Skipper?"
We looked to our immediate left and saw the eekhoorn himself staring at us.
"Um , yes. Why?." zei Tom
" I know a chap very much like yourself in face and feature in the newly opened Zoo." he replied, " would u please follow me?'
We followed him to the brand spankin' new pinguïn Habitat.
"Right this way." he said.
we each introduced ourselves. he was a bit surprised when he got to me.
"Where on earth did u get that?" he asked looking at my goud nickel
"It was a gift from a friend. Why?"
"I have one exactly like it in my vault. An old friend of mine gave it to me as a birthday gift just yesterday. It commemorated my twentieth birthday and a new decade of possibilities. Strange. it's a new nickel but it looks as though it's a century old."
"Yeaaah, about that." i explained who we were and where we were from ( of should i say WHEN we were from?). To say the least, he was surprised. I also thought to tell him about the Sinking of TITANIC and the stare and end of WW1.
"helpful information. Come along, let's meet the chap i told u about."
Several minuten later we were in a much meer ornate Jules Verne/Steampunk version of the Penguins HQ.
"-, i was saying before, old bean. they actually ARE from the Future."
"Yes, well I'll just have to see for myself. u say his name is Skipper, as well?"
"That's correct."
In walked the voice the eekhoorn was talking to, and we saw a pinguïn that looked and sounded an awful lot like Skipper.
"Hello. Name's Skipper." he said
"And yours would be?"
"Skipper." answered Tom
"If u really Are my great great grandson, then tell me, what is the name i like the best for my son when he hatches?":
"Uh.. Frederick?" he said, presumably so, for Skipper's father and HIs father before that and his, before that, were all named Frederick.
"Yes. I see now that u are the spitting image of me."
"So why have u come?" asked the Squirrel
"Just some observing. We'd best be on our way now." i said.
Now all we needed to do was go down to the sewer and find out why the rats want the treasure.
I was watching over Manhattan feeling like no threat can defeat me. I notice the Throbbing Cerebellum behind me.
TC: Beautiful sight, isn't it?
Me: It sure is, brainiac.
TC: And where there's a city like that, there's the antithesis of the visual thesis.
Me: And where there's people like that, there are people like us.
TC: But everything will change when the mask comes off.
Me: What?
TC: Everything will change when it comes to the point where your friends, family, and enemies will find out who u really are.
Worried, I nearly forget to breathe. Then, as I take a big gasp of air, I wake up, finding myself sitting up in my bed, still listening to "Superman (It's Not Easy)" on my ipod. I thought for weeks about what it would be like if the other three penguins, David, Jessica, and Jiggles found out. I told Kowalski everything at first and Mastique caught me turning into the alter ego that wasn't Angela Bult. Everything will definitely change, I wish I knew if it was good of bad.
TC: Beautiful sight, isn't it?
Me: It sure is, brainiac.
TC: And where there's a city like that, there's the antithesis of the visual thesis.
Me: And where there's people like that, there are people like us.
TC: But everything will change when the mask comes off.
Me: What?
TC: Everything will change when it comes to the point where your friends, family, and enemies will find out who u really are.
Worried, I nearly forget to breathe. Then, as I take a big gasp of air, I wake up, finding myself sitting up in my bed, still listening to "Superman (It's Not Easy)" on my ipod. I thought for weeks about what it would be like if the other three penguins, David, Jessica, and Jiggles found out. I told Kowalski everything at first and Mastique caught me turning into the alter ego that wasn't Angela Bult. Everything will definitely change, I wish I knew if it was good of bad.
Silence is Deadly
u flee from the scene where all the blood shed.
u cry over dead bodies of those u just met.
With future uncertain, your silence is key,
Though sometimes this silence can be deadly.
One word can lead to a fight, another to war,
Then in the end you'll find your hearts sore,
From all the fire, all the distress,
But you'll never give up, not yet.
A troigger is pulled and gun is heard,
Once again, no one says a word,
u just want to stop the violence,
But the killing is because of your silence.
"one word may start a war, but I promise, silence is a fr meer deadly weapon than any gun of mes you've ever known," - Mark, from "of the unwanted"
u flee from the scene where all the blood shed.
u cry over dead bodies of those u just met.
With future uncertain, your silence is key,
Though sometimes this silence can be deadly.
One word can lead to a fight, another to war,
Then in the end you'll find your hearts sore,
From all the fire, all the distress,
But you'll never give up, not yet.
A troigger is pulled and gun is heard,
Once again, no one says a word,
u just want to stop the violence,
But the killing is because of your silence.
"one word may start a war, but I promise, silence is a fr meer deadly weapon than any gun of mes you've ever known," - Mark, from "of the unwanted"
