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I tried to scream her name, but all that escaped my throat was a croaking sound due to my hart-, hart clogging my airways. It was as if I’d found Marlene and then lost her all over again. When I turned to go to her, I found a group of lobsters blocking my path.

“Oops,” one of the five zei to me, though he obviously couldn’t care less. Rage churned in my stomach and simmered into my cheeks and I started forward.

“You son of a—!”

Let’s just say that the last part of that sentence was censored when all he was able to hear was the sound of my fist making vrienden with his jaw. I don’t think I need to explain that it wasn’t difficult to take out the other four lobsters. When u have the determination that I had at the moment, the Devil himself wouldn’t stand in your way.

After fighting the lobsters out of my way, I sprinted to the staircase that lead to the floor below and slid to her so fast that I honestly hardly remember doing it.

When I reached her, I dropped to my knees at her side. Yeah, I know, cliché much? But who zei I cared? Marlene was unconscious and lying motionless on her side, but she was still alive. Seeing the rise and fall of her chest indicating that she was still breathing was a relief, but it still didn’t tell me if she was okay of if she was going to be. I gently shook her shoulder in hopes of receiving a response, but Marlene was out cold.

“You’re pathetic, Skipper.”

I turned around at the sound of Blowhole’s voice and found him standing behind me on his segway.

“Blowhole, I swear, u do not want to be in my peripheral vision right now,” I warned with the muscles in my body tensing with agitation as I got to my feet.

“Ooh, I’m so scared,” Blowhole sneered. “I’m actually very surprised at you, Skipper. I can’t believe you’re actually in love,” he zei teasingly.

“And u know the meaning of the word?” I shot back.

“We villains only know of a different kind of love. It’s called power,” Blowhole answered. His smile widened so much that all I wanted to do was rip it off his face and cram it down his throat. Trust me, if u were in my situation and seeing the sadistic glee on his face, u would’ve felt the same way. Before I could say anything, he hit a button on his segway and a moment later, I was surrounded.

There was Mason, Phil, Ringtail, Maurice, Sad Eyes, Becky, and Stacy all standing around me, awaiting the order to rip my guts out. But just when I thought that was it…My team trailed in behind them.

They were wearing the same expression that the others were.

I don’t know how he managed to inject my men with that Serum, but I didn’t really care. All that mattered was that he did it in the first place.

“I’d like to see u love your way out of this one, Skipper. Oh, how marvelous it will be to see u finally meet your doom. And door your own friends, of all things,” Blowhole taunted.

“You’re a coward! Why don’t u fight me yourself instead of sending someone to do it for you?!” I retorted.

“As much as I would absolutely adore pummelling u into the ground, Skipper, I’m afraid I have a show to watch. But don’t worry, I will be the one with the pleasure of finishing u off once and for all. Look on the bright side, you’ll get to say goodbye to your vrienden before u die. meer of less, that is,” Blowhole zei moving to the other side of the lair.

I desperately clawed at different solutions in my mind, but my adrenaline was so high that I could barely make sense of what I was trying to find a solution to. Each seconde that ticked door was another seconde wasted. Was this really how it was going to end for me? Being pounded into dust door my own friends? The thought made me sick to my stomach. I heard Blowhole laugh from across the room.

“It’s so amusing to see u indefinitely helpless, Skipper. But, I’m afraid I’ve grown quite bored of just watching u fidget. Minions, bring Skipper to me on his knees,” he ordered them.

Becky and Stacy both lunged at me simultaneously and I duif to the side, sliding away from Marlene. I didn’t want her to accidentally get hurt in the middle of my fight. of one-sided fight, rather.

I didn’t get far before someone else was on top, boven of me. I drove my elbow into a ribcage and was able to grab a precious seconde to get to my feet just as Mason’s fist crashed down where my head had been just a seconde ago. Had he always been that strong?

I’ve battled the strongest of foes before, been surrounded door far worse, and never have I been so frightened. Yes, u heard me. I was frightened. Not of losing, not of my friends, but the fact that if I did lose, who knows what Blowhole would do to them? That, and the fact that I didn’t know how to win this without harming any of them. Blowhole was right, I couldn’t love my way out of this one.

When I turned back around I barely had time to react before Kowalski made a jab for my jaw, but I did manage to block the attack and push him back a few feet. In the volgende second, I was somersaulting between Phil and Mason’s grasp and backflipping over Sad Eyes. Unfortunately, the attacks were just coming too fast and I couldn’t dodge the fierce blow that Rico delivered to my temple and I was thrown on my backside with stars exploding in my vision.

Before I could regain my footing, Kowalski had me pinned to the ground door my shoulders. I struggled against his grip, but I underestimated Kowalski’s strength and he reared his fist back and brought it down into my jaw, causing me to black out for a second. As I tried to regain my sight, I heard something, along with the tickle of air brushing past my ear hole.

“Sorry, Skipper, but I had to do that.”

It took me a moment to realize that it was Kowalski. I turned my numb head around to see him and through my groggy vision, I could see him shaking his head at me before he lurched back when a pair of hands pushed him off of me.

Finally, my vision cleared enough to see what was going on and I rolled out of the way before Rico caught my gut with a lead hammer. When I pushed myself to my feet, my eyes found Kowalski, who was poising himself for another attack.

Of course what’d I’d heard was just the fuzziness of my mind getting to me. How convenient would it be for Kowalski to not be affected door the Serum? It was too good to be true. Then again, there was something about his expression that separated himself from the others…

It wasn’t blank.

In fact, it looked concentrated. His eyes flitted back and forth between my opponents and I. I had to avert my curiosity when Mort pounced on my back and pulled at the feathers on my head…And I think he was biting me…

I cried out in frustration and thrashed back and forth, trying to shake him off, but the little guy had a death grip onto me. I felt a few of my feathers pluck free and an extremely annoying itchy sensation replaced them. I was so frustrated that I wasn’t watching where I was going and stumbled right into Ringtail’s fist.

And I thought Mort was bothering me. Now I was being beaten up door Ringtail? That was not going to fly. Finally, I managed to wrench Sad Eyes off of me and before I could react, Becky and Stacy got their chance to take me to the ground.

I was too outnumbered. One against ten. And I was the one covered in lacerations and running out of breath. Me thinking that I had a chance at winning without hurting them was like thinking that Alice would be elected President of the United States: unlikely.

After a couple meer minutes, I realized that they were just toying with me because the chimps grabbed my flippers and restrained me. They could’ve done that before now, but I suppose they were getting bored. As I pulled and thrashed to free myself, Kowalski strided up to me and drove his fist into my gut, knocking the wind out of me. With his fist still digging into my abdomen, he leaned into the side of my face.

“Hang in there, Skipper,” he whispered, “once we get close enough to Blowhole, this will all be over.” He pulled back and turned to follow the others, who were making their way to Blowhole’s position. Phil and Mason yanked at my flippers and dragged me along. I was too weak to object.

When we reached Blowhole, the simians threw me forward, causing me to land on my knees in front of him. Just like he wanted. I kept myself propped up door my flippers and took deep breaths. Blowhole’s satisfaction was so great that I could feel it door just being near him, as if he was crawling inside my head.

“This was much simpler that I thought it’d be,” I heard Blowhole say. I lifted my head slowly, first seeing the wheel of his segway, then his body, then his face. I didn’t know it was possible to smile that wide…Or that demonically. My anger was so vehement that I swear I could feel heat radiating off of my body like a demon with a fever. I jerked vooruit, voorwaarts slightly with intention of barrelling into him, but stopped abruptly when Blowhole waved his flipper side to side and said, “Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

At first I was confused, but a sound caught my attention from my left. A couple of lobsters were holding Marlene—still unconscious—and had a blade to her jugular. My breath caught in my throat and I glanced at Kowalski, who was doing his best to keep his eyes blank and emotionless. When I turned back to Blowhole, his expression was unchanged. I felt like a small child being bullied door a kid four times my own size—powerless. I could only think to do one thing, something that I’d never imagined that I’d be forced to do for any enemy of mine. I pleaded.

“Blowhole, leave her out of this. Leave them all out of this! Just take me instead!”

Blowhole’s eyes twinkled with cruel glee and he threw his head back laughing. When he regained his composure, he looked back to me with a sigh.

“First, I get to watch u get beaten into a pulp and now you’re begging? Oh, this is certainly one of the greatest dag of my life door far.”

I shook my head. “Nobody deserves to die because of me. Blowhole, please let them go.”

I fought back the tears that were pooling in my eyes and swallowed the lump in my throat. The volgende words that I allowed to leave my beak felt like I was barfing up hot coals and I couldn’t bring myself to say it to his face. So, I looked down and zei to the floor instead.

“I’ll do anything.”

And I meant it. I know it was taking a risk, considering Blowhole was never one to keep his word, but I didn’t have many options. I would do anything to keep my vrienden safe. I would sell my soul to Satan himself if it were the only way to keep them from harm.

“Anything, u say?” Blowhole purred. “How noble of you. But I already told u that I don’t negotiate with my enemies.”

“Then do it! Kill me! What are u waiting for!?” I screamed. I really don’t know why I was rushing it. I think I was just so exhausted—and possibly suffering from a concussion—to realize what I was saying.

“And make it so quick? Where’s the fun in that? The longer I make u suffer, the meer satisfying my revenge will be,” Blowhole cooed.

I looked back to Marlene, who was still resting in a lobster’s claws and a blade poised to lacerate her throat. My eyes found the lemurs, who were standing a few feet away. Then I turned to my right, where the badgers and chimps were. Finally, I let my eyes find Rico and Private, who were awaiting their orders from behind me. When I looked back to Blowhole, I got to my feet.

“Let me tell u something, Blowhole. There’s something you’ll never understand. It’s called sacrifice. It’s new, u should look it up sometime. And when u truly care about someone, you’ll do anything to protect them. No matter what it takes,” I said.

“Is there supposed to be some kind of point in telling me this? Because I’m starting to get a little bored,” Blowhole zei with a fake yawn.

“No real point. I just wanted u to make a little meer sense on what’s gonna happen next,” I answered, unable to hold back the grin forming on my face. Blowhole’s expression went from mock fatigue to confusion just as Kowalski—who’d snuck away from the group and made his way to the upper platform about four minuten ago—pounced down onto him.

Without seeing how it played out, I charged for the kreeft threatening Marlene’s life and took him and his friend out in the midst of their shock. I whipped around and kicked Rico in the gut as he advanced, causing him to regurgitate a smoke bomb. It was unintentional, but I was glad it happened. Unable to see a thing, I picked Marlene up and took off in a direction seeking clean air and light. When I got clear of the smoke, I laid Marlene down and turned back. The smoke was starting to fan out and I could make out figures stumbling into each other.

This was going to end now.

I turned and saw a kreeft minion retreating to bring back reinforcements. I charged after him and took him to the ground.

“Tell me how to stop it!” I ordered into his ear.

“Stop what?!” he asked struggling against my grip.

“The Serum! How do u counteract it?!” I answered.

“You think I know?!”

“Don’t give me that! Why wouldn’t you?!” I asked pressing his face harder into the cold, concrete floor.

“Only Dr. Blowhole knows! I just work for him! Why would he give valuable information like that to me!?”

I leaned in closer to his face and hissed, “Look, crustacean, I happen to know what Blowhole threatens u with when u vraag him. Don’t think I don’t know about that pot of boiling water he keeps in the back. So, unless u want to go for a quick swim, you’d better talk.”

For a moment, he looked at me out of the corner of his eye, surveying the seriousness of my expression. He cursed under his breath.

“The trigger word is ‘mastermind’. But it only works if it comes from Blowhole’s voice pattern,” he told me. I nodded.

“Much obliged,” I zei before I knocked his lights out.

I turned around and saw that the smoke had cleared and my vrienden were just now realizing that Kowalski was attacking Blowhole and were advancing to help him—Blowhole, I mean. I charged forward, knowing that I only had a few precious seconden to stop them before it was over. As much as I hated doing what I had to do, I had no other alternative. At least, not one that I could fulfill before it was too late. I had to take out all nine of Blowhole’s minions.

And door Blowhole’s minions, I mean my friends.
A Skilene-Filled September
Scenario 2: “Dating Practice”
Thursday, September 2, 2010


Just shy of nine months since she had gone on that infamous datum with Fred, Marlene chuckled to herself as she recalled the whole escapade. She found it funny that she had found him funny, only to learn too soon that her “Bobo” was just a run-of-the-mill buffoon. In fact, she had all but sworn off dating ever again the very volgende day.

But could she truly hold out on dating again forever? Marlene soon pondered such a question.

Forever certainly is an awfully long time,” she then thought to herself. “Maybe...
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After watching Driven to the Brink, I NEEDED to write this. Enjoy!


Skipper walked through the dark zoo alone. It was well after midnight. He was tired after a long dag of training, but he had to make sure the rest of the team was asleep. Especially Kowalski.

"Doris!" He whispered, "I'm here!" A head poked out of the dolfijn tank. Doris looked around, clearly nervous. "Are u alone?" she asked. Skipper nodded.
Doris looked relieved. "Remember, we can't let ANYONE know about this. They could tell Kowalski!"

"No one will know," Skipper promised.

"Are u sure we're doing the right thing here?...
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Kowalski’s beak hurt.

He was afraid of the dentist, and had been putting it off for some time now. He saw a zoo ad for “Painless Dentistry” and decided to give it a go. After all, if it was painless, it might help him get over his fear of dentists. He walked into the waiting room. The sign read that the dentist was out at twelve o’clock. It was eleven fifty now.

In the back, Skipper is putting away his instruments. His secretary, Marlene, buzzed in.

“There’s one meer customer to see you, Skipper. Kowalski Houseman. He says its an emergency.”

“Houseman, u say? Kowalski?” he...
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posted by beastialmoon
Master of Puppets

Hey, its time for a new chapter! Hope u all like it! It’s one of my longest yet, seeing as this is one of the Longest (and best) rock songs of all time.

Lulu told them why she was here. “My habitat in Hoboken is damaged, and I’m staying here for a spell.”
“We’re happy to have u back, Lulu. It seems Phil is rather excited.” Skipper said. Eyes turned on Phil, who was busy kissing Lulus feet. He stopped, blushed, and backed into the crowd.

I’m your bron of self destruction

The penguins rolled away, giving the chimps some alone time. Truth be told, she was doing...
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posted by theWOLFPACK15
 run as fast as u can and don't stop for any reason.
run as fast as you can and don't stop for any reason.
Dark clouds romed the winter night sky of New York. a cold rainy night was coming. Down below in Central Park a mother vos, fox was watching her pup playing up ahead as she walked behind.

"Ok little one, i think its time to head back to the den." The mother zei in amuzment as she got close to her kit.

" Aww, but mama its not that late" The kit protested.

"No, but it will rain soon and i don't want to get wet when its this cold out." She pointed out. "now come on." she turned and started to walk the way where their hol, den was.


" Okay!" the kit zei as she pranced her way beside her mom.

There was silence...
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Lester yawned loudly and began to tinker with Dexter's sunglasses, knowing that it annoyed him. Suddenly, Hexter burst into his room. "Lester, bro, can I borrow those?" He asked and motioned to the sunglasses in Lester's flipper. Lester looked up sleepily. "Sure, I but they're not mine, they're Dexter's," Lester handed Hexter the glasses. Hexter grinned evilly, "I know that," He laughed wickedly. "I know that," He repeated and left.

Lester knew that Hexter was up to something, perhaps another prank. He hoped it wasn't going to be on their father, Blowhole, because last time, he got overly angry...
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(These are the first commentaren I have gotten)
-First commentaar ever made when I joined myspace, was like a fun greeting-
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Col. Skipper
(Apr. 21,2010 6:55PM):
"1Ah...Blowhole! My arch nemesis!
Finally made an account I see...It's obvious that weare NOT friends!"
•__________________
-That was a wounderful welcoming was it not? Ahahaha...anyways,
Yet that was not such a bother this was-
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Lyn Cassady
(Apr. 22,2010 7:55PM):
*Cassady smirks* "Well....never thought I'd see u here."
•_____________________
-I got suspisous knowing I did not know...
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posted by krazy4kowalski
Skipper: Well, boys, Private’s out having thee with the chimps. Let’s say have a little fun. Rico! I’m gonna need some explosives! (No answer, Rico’s not there) Kowalski, where’s Rico?
Kowalski: I don’t know! He was here a seconde ago!
Rico (off screen): Imiheeah!
Skipper: What are u doing in here?
Rico: Mumbahaho!
Kowalski: What is that you’re holding? (Gasp) Marijuana? Where on earth did u find it?
Rico: (points in general direction)
Skipper: Rico, u know we agreed not to use drugs!
Kowalski: Yes, give us one good reason for its use.
Rico: Floombago.
Skipper: Hmmm, that does make...
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It was a warm morning in the New York zoo.
three out of four penguins were asleep, Kowalski, Rico, and Private.

The leader of the group Skipper, planned on not wakeing them up yet.

And was too busy trying to fix the coffee maker.

And door all notes, the boys knew Skipper was not a morning person without coffee.

"SWEET MOTHER MCARTHER! WHY WON'T u WORK?" Skipper yelled.

"HUH?" Kowalski banged his head on the top, boven bunk.

"CUPIT??" Private zei and woke up and noticed he was kissing his pillow.

"zzzz" Rico snored.

"Oh hello boys, why are u guys up this early?" Skipper asked with a secret smile.

"Hrmm. I'm sure u know.." Kowalski mumbled.

"Well, since u soldiers are up, how about helping me fix the coffee maker?"

Private pretended to sleep again.

Kowalski had no chance to pretend to sleep again, and he dreaded to help Skipper with the coffee maker.
the last time he had to help him.. he almost lost a flipper...
OPERATION: home pagina SWEET HOME
CHAPTER THREE
~ Of Thursday and the Times ~


“All right, men, none of us want to see Marlene shipped out of here, so we need to come up with the right plan to block it,” Skipper declared as he took his zitplaats, stoel at the tafel, tabel with the other penguins. “I want to hear every possible option.”

Rico grinned at the thought of every possible option, and promptly regurgitated a stick of dynamite.

“Kaboom! Kaboom!” he mumbled as he pulled the stick from his mouth. “Ha, ha, ha!”

Skipper shook his head.

“I like your attitude, Rico,” he said, “but what would we blow...
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posted by skipperluvs
Well, it is 1:52 AM and I am so freaking bored. What does an auteur like myself do? She writes a story. So, I was drawing something for Deviant Art, and for some reason, I just got that idea stuck in my head…so…Here ya go! Please Review, and give me ideas for future chats you'd like me to post on here, thanks! -^_^-

So here are the chat names!

Skipper: Classified

Kowalski: Einstein2

Rico: Kablamoo

Private: LittleWinky

Julien: RingtailRocks

Maurice: MauriceYO

Mort: IheartFeet

Marlene: Marlene3

Chat Number UNO!

Classified is Online

LittleWinky is Online

LittleWinky: Hey, Skippah!

Classified: -_-!

LittleWinky:...
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posted by ThatDamnLlama
Skipper jolted up in fright. He looked around. At first his vision was blurry and he was unfamiliar with his surroundings. After a few seconds, his vision cleared and reconized the comfort of his bunk. It was dark. It must have still been early in the morning.

His hart-, hart was still racing. What a nightmare! He was relieved it was all just a dream, and he relaxed. His dream felt so real, like it actually happened. Much meer real then any of his other dreams. He could've swore it really happened. He was even surprised that he was asleep in his bed instead of actually running from Marlene.

Skipper...
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posted by Icicle1penguin
(Have no idea if I should make this a one-shot of not)


"It's Valentine's day!" Private yelled cheerfully. "...well tomorrow."

At the middle of the room, Skipper just rolled his eyes. "Private, what's so great about that?"

"It's a dag about ♥'s, and love, and...♥'s! I can't wait!" he said, "Who knows, maybe [1]you'll[/1] find a datum Skippa'!"

"Private, No. I'm not ever, ever, EVER! going to datum again!" he yelled. "I'm not even sure love exist anymore."

"Skipper, Love does exist," zei Kowalski, "It's inside our bodies. Which is located somewhere in the circulatory system."

"You too Kowalski?"...
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posted by skipperluvs
Chapter 7

Rico’s eyes scrolled over the room, searching for the items that would be necessary for his rescue. He kept looking around but he couldn’t stay looking at something too long, the longer he took, the farther Marlene and Richard got. His stomach was feeling sick at the thought of Marlene and Richard EVER being together. That was just wrong. To Rico, he was some kind of molester…and he knew he probably was to anybody else.

The crazy pinguïn shook his head and tried to get focused on what he was doing again, but it was pretty hard to concentrate when his doll was watching him every...
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posted by Tripenguinman
Here is part two. It features Julene (JulienxMarlene), Prilene (PrivatexMarlene), and Martino (MarlenexAntino). The last one we have never seen these two together but who cares. We might as well analyize the facts on it.

Julene- I'm sorry to all the fans of this but no way. It will crash and burn. Julien obiviously has feelings for Marlene but there are too many holes in it. One, Julien is meer important to himself than Marlene is. Marlene needs full and utter attention which also explains a problem with skilene and marski. Not enough time for Marlene. Plus Marlene has made it clear that she...
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posted by ggreen7295
Blazing Love

-NYFD, 2300 Hours

An alarm rang, the brand men sprang to the pole and slid down to the 1st floor. And most immediately went to the brand trucks. One ran to another.

“What's the diagnoses?” One fireman asked

“A brand at the Central Park Zoo.” The other said.

The first fireman lowered his head, closed his eyes, and sighed in disappointment. “Jesus, people trying to kill animals these days?”

“I don't know if that was the cause of the problem.” Then he started to run towards a firetruck. Then he turned and put his arms out towards the fireman. “But there's only one way to...
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posted by Icicle1penguin
[Skipper]

Septenber 3, 2019.

It was peaceful...too peaceful. Normaly I'd hear Julien dancing to muziek as usual. But then again, I was gone for 9 years. Maybe he'd changed...well, u never know.

The zoo was the same as when I left it. Exactly the same. Except there is no one crying and begging me to stay. And yes, that was my team who was crying and begging.

I wonder if they missed me. Do they still remember me?...I thought to myself. Maybe I'm just a distant memory to them. I sent them letters, but they never send any back. Don't they know that I'm comming? Maybe they're angry at me for leaving....
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posted by knocktimerico
Skipper barged into the pinguïn HQ, Kowalski still close behind, his head hung low with dejection. The first thing he noticed was Private lying on the table, bandaged, bruised, and unconscious, with Rico hovering around him.

He made a B-line to where the young pinguïn lay and visually assessed his injuries. After deciding that his wounds although serious, weren’t life threatening, Skipper demanded to know what happened.

Kowalski began to explain how Private had climbed the boom to rescue the kitten, how he was so close to saving zei kitten, and how the branch gave out under his weight. His...
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posted by knocktimerico
Skipper’s eyes slowly opened; his vision still blurry from sleep. He blinked twice to regain his focus. For a seconde he forgot where he was, he wasn’t in his bunk, and he wasn’t in the HQ. A brown figure lying volgende to him caught his attention. It was Marlene. He remembered telling her he would spend the night, knowing that his team could take care of themselves. He shrugged and returned back to a prone position and went back to sleep.

Fifteen minuten later he awoke again, but this time to the smell of vis coffee brewing on the table. He sat up and put his face in his flippers and let...
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posted by KowalskiTheLich
Three days passed and Skipper finally decided that the late night training exercises were not doing anyone any good. No one really knew why he had come to this conclusion, but perhaps he thought it was affecting Kowalski’s mind, as Kowalski had changed throughout the last three days.

Kowalski used to hate muziek and generally only tolerated it if it was soft and not repetitive and annoying. Now, he already listened to every record the penguins owned and even played them while he was fiddling with an invention. On dag three, he finally packed up all of his inventions and threw them into a corner,...
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