Crumpling up a failed plain, Hans crossed his fins and threw the paper across the room furiously. Hans had been scribbling down ideas of how to abolish Skipper and his team, but mostly Skipper.
He pondered, 'Maybe I should get a hobby? No, there had to be something I haven't tried yet.'
The tafel, tabel in front of him was covered with scattered papers.
It had been meer than two months after he had met his nemeisis last. His flippers rummaged through the sheets of paper. The left fin met a hidden red button. He seized it with an evil grin.
"Oh, I forgot about you."
Pushing down on the button, before his own eyes on the TV screen, was the penguin's H.Q. He was seeing everything Skipper was at that time exactly. He had forgotten about the tracking device he had ever so slyily attached to Skipper when he wasn't paying attention.
Private was gazing up into the TV watching the lunacorns as he usually did at that time. Kowalski was in his lab, and Rico was reading a comic.
Hans was about to turn it off due to the lack of juicy intel, but suddenly Marlene burst through the door. His beak dropped into a foolish, earhole to earhole smile that was full of exultation. She was beautiful, and Hans' sight was gripped tight on her.
"Guys, come quick, Mort is stuck in the plastic volcano!" She exclaimed.
"Commence operation: 'Hot Lava'!" Skipper ordered. They raced to the lemur habitat.
"Rico, rope!" Skipper cried. Rico reguriated a sturdy rope, and Kowalski tied it around his waist. Private lowered Kowalski, careful not to drop him down hard.
Once the mission was sucessfully accomplished, the penguins headed home. The TV returned blank, when Hans hit the button for the seconde time. The idea flew through his head. Who zei he couldn't get the girl and achieve victory?
The plan was simple and sweet: He would kidnap Marlene, which also was a trap for Skipper. Then, when Skipper and the others reached his lair they would be too late and probably too exhausted to fight. But one thing he hadn't thought of yet: How would he kidnap Marlene? Other than that, it was foolproof!
That night, at the zoo, the penguins were invited to the weekly zoo meeting.
"So what's this meeting about?" Private pondered.
"I don't have the slightest." Skipper said.
"Ooh, maybe it's about Doris coming to the zoo!"
Kowalski groggily exclaimed.
"Really, Kowalski? Really?" Skipper sighed.
"I know, I know, she just wants to be ... friends." Kowalski discouragely muttered. Skipper groaned.
"Poor, Kowalski." Private whispered to Skipper. In an instant, the lemurs bursted the door open, and strutted in.
"Hello, my people! Saturday night your king is hosting the first ever 'Zoo Dance.' Anybody who's anybody is gonna be there with a date."
Marlene glanced at Skipper not trying to seem desperate, but to gain a bit of his attention. It worked, but that gesture caught the attention of another that wasn't so pleased.
"Well, I'm not going. That's for sure." Roy remarked.
"Maybe, this pinata will change your minds." Maurice pulled out the pinata.
"Ooh," the whole crowd awed in desire for the pinata.
"May I add some meer ... let's just say less ... partyish matters?" Mason suggested, "A new arrival will be present tomorrow a.k.a Tuesday, and Phil and I expect a perfect romance to blossom."
Kowalski's eyes beamed. "D-Doris?"
"No, another otter, but a male!" Mason explained.
"A guy otter?" Skipper asked.
"No duh, that's what male means. Besides, it doesn't matter, anyway. I will give Marlene the fantistic honor, to be taking her king to the dance."
"Actually, Julien, I might be going with some one else." Marlene admitted.
"Don't be silly, u know there are no other guys equal to my requalness and mascularity." Julien edged on.
"She can go with whoever she wants, Julien. This is the zoo meeting not a time for u two to argue." Skipper agitatedily remarked.
"Meeting's over!" Kowalski pronounced.
When the lemurs and everyone else left, Marlene walked up to Skipper.
"Thanks for that help back there." Marlene zei sheepishily.
"Anytime, I can tell off ringtail and stick up for a friend is a great time, so are u ... huh, nevermind."
"Well, see u guys later!"
"Bye, Marlene." Private called out.
He pondered, 'Maybe I should get a hobby? No, there had to be something I haven't tried yet.'
The tafel, tabel in front of him was covered with scattered papers.
It had been meer than two months after he had met his nemeisis last. His flippers rummaged through the sheets of paper. The left fin met a hidden red button. He seized it with an evil grin.
"Oh, I forgot about you."
Pushing down on the button, before his own eyes on the TV screen, was the penguin's H.Q. He was seeing everything Skipper was at that time exactly. He had forgotten about the tracking device he had ever so slyily attached to Skipper when he wasn't paying attention.
Private was gazing up into the TV watching the lunacorns as he usually did at that time. Kowalski was in his lab, and Rico was reading a comic.
Hans was about to turn it off due to the lack of juicy intel, but suddenly Marlene burst through the door. His beak dropped into a foolish, earhole to earhole smile that was full of exultation. She was beautiful, and Hans' sight was gripped tight on her.
"Guys, come quick, Mort is stuck in the plastic volcano!" She exclaimed.
"Commence operation: 'Hot Lava'!" Skipper ordered. They raced to the lemur habitat.
"Rico, rope!" Skipper cried. Rico reguriated a sturdy rope, and Kowalski tied it around his waist. Private lowered Kowalski, careful not to drop him down hard.
Once the mission was sucessfully accomplished, the penguins headed home. The TV returned blank, when Hans hit the button for the seconde time. The idea flew through his head. Who zei he couldn't get the girl and achieve victory?
The plan was simple and sweet: He would kidnap Marlene, which also was a trap for Skipper. Then, when Skipper and the others reached his lair they would be too late and probably too exhausted to fight. But one thing he hadn't thought of yet: How would he kidnap Marlene? Other than that, it was foolproof!
That night, at the zoo, the penguins were invited to the weekly zoo meeting.
"So what's this meeting about?" Private pondered.
"I don't have the slightest." Skipper said.
"Ooh, maybe it's about Doris coming to the zoo!"
Kowalski groggily exclaimed.
"Really, Kowalski? Really?" Skipper sighed.
"I know, I know, she just wants to be ... friends." Kowalski discouragely muttered. Skipper groaned.
"Poor, Kowalski." Private whispered to Skipper. In an instant, the lemurs bursted the door open, and strutted in.
"Hello, my people! Saturday night your king is hosting the first ever 'Zoo Dance.' Anybody who's anybody is gonna be there with a date."
Marlene glanced at Skipper not trying to seem desperate, but to gain a bit of his attention. It worked, but that gesture caught the attention of another that wasn't so pleased.
"Well, I'm not going. That's for sure." Roy remarked.
"Maybe, this pinata will change your minds." Maurice pulled out the pinata.
"Ooh," the whole crowd awed in desire for the pinata.
"May I add some meer ... let's just say less ... partyish matters?" Mason suggested, "A new arrival will be present tomorrow a.k.a Tuesday, and Phil and I expect a perfect romance to blossom."
Kowalski's eyes beamed. "D-Doris?"
"No, another otter, but a male!" Mason explained.
"A guy otter?" Skipper asked.
"No duh, that's what male means. Besides, it doesn't matter, anyway. I will give Marlene the fantistic honor, to be taking her king to the dance."
"Actually, Julien, I might be going with some one else." Marlene admitted.
"Don't be silly, u know there are no other guys equal to my requalness and mascularity." Julien edged on.
"She can go with whoever she wants, Julien. This is the zoo meeting not a time for u two to argue." Skipper agitatedily remarked.
"Meeting's over!" Kowalski pronounced.
When the lemurs and everyone else left, Marlene walked up to Skipper.
"Thanks for that help back there." Marlene zei sheepishily.
"Anytime, I can tell off ringtail and stick up for a friend is a great time, so are u ... huh, nevermind."
"Well, see u guys later!"
"Bye, Marlene." Private called out.
