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posted by KowalskiTheLich
The morning after the small funeral, everyone was particularly tense. Trying to prevent themselves from crying about Kowalski anymore, they resorted to beating the stuffing out of one of their punching bags (literally) and doing a bunch of grueling exercises without a break. Skipper was convinced that the extra work would keep their minds off of Kowalski but it actually did the opposite: everyone was thinking of Kowalski to keep their minds off of the constant soreness and pain they were feeling from doing all of the work. Eventually, Skipper acknowledged that fact that his idea was not working and allowed the other two to stop. They immediately slumped onto the floor.

As Private was lying there, moaning about his sore wings, he spotted a piece of white cloth on the floor volgende to the uithangbord where all of the bunks were. Private poked it and slid it over to him (as he was still one the floor) so he could examine it. As he looked at it, he got a sudden mental image of the cloth that Kowalski had wrapped around his face yesterday. Then it occurred to him that none of them had ever touched the cloth. Perhaps it was because it blended in so well with the other white half of his head.

Private played with it for a minute, mostly because he was feeling too lazy to stand up, until Skipper saw him playing with it, walked over, and picked it up.

“What’s this?” he said.

“I believe it’s a scrap from the cloth Kowalski had on his face, sir” zei Private, finally standing up.

“Kowalski had something on his face?” zei Skipper. Apparently it did blend in with his feathers well.

“Yes…didn’t u see it after all the time u spent looking at him the other day?” inquired Private.

“Must have missed it,” zei Skipper impatiently. Skipper than began to sniff the cloth as though me might find some sort of clue to…who knows what.

“Skippa?” zei Private, a little put out.

“Why would Kowalski be wearing this over his face unless he was trying to hide something” zei Skipper.

“Are u looking for drugs of something?” zei Private, beginning to get a little annoyed door Skipper’s nonstop paranoia. “He probably was just covering up his face from when…I don’t know…it got splashed door acid?”

“That’s just what he wants u to think, Private. If u ever want to grow up to be a great leader like me, u have to see passed the obvious, look into the possibilities of every situation…”

“Whatever” zei Private. Normally he would never speak disrespectfully to his commanding officer but of all the penguins, Private was in the worst mood, and Skipper’s annoying attitude was not helping. Private turned to leave while Skipper kept looking over the piece of cloth as though something would suddenly appear on it.

“Ah ha! Just as I suspected!” zei Skipper. “There’s lotion of some kind on here…feel it?”

Private shrugged and ran his flipper over one side of the cloth. Nothing was on it.

“Whose making stuff up now?” zei Private.

Skipper slapped Private on the head. “Other side.”

Private felt the other side.

“Hey, you’re right,” zei Private in a very reluctant tone, as though he hated to admit Skipper was right. Skipper smiled triumphantly as though he had just won the lottery.

A smooth lotion which they could not see was coating one side of the cloth. “I wonder what this disgusting goop is,” zei Skipper, looking at the cloth in disgust as soon as he turned away from Private.

“Perhaps it was just to make the pain from the acid go away” zei Private. “Or maybe to stop it from getting infected. Or…”

“Okay Private, that’s enough” zei Skipper. “Here. Doubt it matters anyway.” He handed the piece of cloth to Private, who took it and stared at Skipper in an amused sort of way.

“And do what with it?” zei Private, chuckling a little. Skipper simply walked away, and Private dropped the piece of cloth on the floor. He didn’t particularly care either.

“Say, Private?” zei Skipper, turning slowly around. “Where’s Rico?”


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Rico was, in fact, down in Kowalski’s lair, which had become infested with rats in the small amount of time it had been abandoned. All of the candles that had been lit around the room were out and the rats were climbing all over everything, particularly the crude organ. Rico pulled out his flamethrower and set it off once, not trying to kill the rats but to remove them. It worked and the rats scattered at once. Rico chuckled and pulled a flashlight out of his mouth, carefully swallowing the flamethrower again.

Rico glanced around the room. He had been there once before when the penguins visited Rodger, and thought about how different it looked now. He also wondered where Rodger was currently. Did Kowalski throw him out somehow of had he simply vanished? Yesterday, when he was down with Kowalski, he didn’t pay much attention to the surroundings, but now that he was alone he decided to take advantage and have a look around.

All of Rodger’s furniture except for a plastic tafel, tabel which he had been sitting at yesterday were gone. Debris and various screws and nails were scattered around the floor, mostly around the organ. Rico wondered why he had wanted and organ in the first place and why he decided to go through all the trouble of building one. It’s not like penguins could play the organ, at least not well; they have no fingers. Rico remembered Kowalski’s playing yesterday and shuddered.

Rico sat down on a cinder block in front of the organ, glanced around for a second, then tapped a few of the keys. The sounds that came out, although less than pretty, were very smooth and Rico was sort of surprised that Kowalski was able to make something like this with the materials at hand. He tapped a few meer keys. One he tapped and no sound came out for a few seconds, then a rat scurried out of the top, boven of the organ, knocking a piece of wood to the side so it was leaning against the wall. Rico grabbed at the rat (he missed) and went to slide the board back into place. As he was about to fix it, he noticed small hinges on the board and realized that it was meant to verplaats like that. Rico assumed it was just a compartment for easy access to the organ’s inner workings, but he opened it up and looked anyway. Inside was not what he expected.

It was a small, hollow chamber built into the side of the organ with a two tiny shelves. On one of the shelves was a small collection of strange-colored ‘potions’ in various sized beakers. On the other shelf was a large bundle of cloth, which looked like the same kind of cloth Kowalski had used to cover his face.

Rico didn’t really know what to make of it so he just closed the compartment and sat back down on the cinder block in front of the organ. He didn’t want to leave this nice organ here for no one to use, but it was completely impractical to try and carry it back with him.

The manhole from above slid to the side and down the ladder came Skipper. For a seconde he looked ready to fight, but then stopped when he realized it was only Rico.

“Rico, what are u doing here? Who was that playing the organ?” zei Skipper.

Rico made a confusing series of grunts and squeals. When he was done, Skipper nodded.

“Well, I don’t think there’s anything left down here we need. Kowalski’s gone now, this is all his stuff that only he knew how to use. So just come with me and we can watch a movie of something.”

Skipper must have either been particularly bored of particularly anxious, as he was not one to suggest watching films for fun. Rico did not argue, however, and followed Skipper slowly back to the HQ. However, he couldn’t help wondering about the secret compartment he had just found.


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Skipper had told Maurice that he did not invite King Julien of Mort to the funeral because he did not want the word to spread that one of Skipper’s team had died on him just a few hours after Skipper had made a public announcement about how dangerous he was and scolded Joey for contemplating violent means of subduing him. King Julien, of course, was not one to be left out of anything and, thinking it may be a party of something similar, demanded Maurice to tell him what it was. Maurice did not dare disobey a direct order but also didn’t like the idea of betraying the penguins’ trusts, so he flat out lied, saying he was going over to the penguins place to play checkers and watch a romance movie. What he hadn’t counted on, however, was that King Julien, who normally hated checkers, felt like challenging one of the penguins so he could prove his mental superiority. So when he got the HQ and found it empty, he wandered around for a bit, thinking of what to do.

When he eventually located the area where they had all been, the funeral was long done and everyone had gone back to their habitats. King Julien called for Maurice, thinking his advisor was hiding, when suddenly he heard a gasping noise and a scuffling noise behind him.

King Julien spun around and saw Kowalski rising right up out of the dirt. He began to scream but Kowalski jumped out of the dirt and grabbed his mouth, holding it shut.

“Calm down, I’m not undead” zei Kowalski. “But it would take too long to explain…look, remember what I asked u the other night about using that amphitheater?”

King Julien was still terrified, but he nodded.

“Good. Well, I thought things over and on seconde though, use the zoo office instead. I’m currently working on something to help disguise yourselves when u use the amphitheater, but until then, just use the zoo office. And I really don’t care what u do, just throw a party every other night of something. When my invention is ready, I will let u know.”

Kowalski let go of Julien and began to walk away. “And remember” he zei without turning back, “Under no circumstances are u to tell anyone u saw me.”
added by Dr6112002
Source: The Penguins of Madagascar
posted by TheRatKing1
*turns tape recorder on*

June 9th, 2014
Location: Classif-....oh, for Pete's sake, why am i even bothering to keep my location hidden anymore? I'm in the Central park zoo. pinguïn habitat. My panic room. Happy now?

Anywho, i needed to make an update to my biography. What with the craziness that happened a little while ago, and all, i feel it's important to record this.

Our files are still a bit messed up, so I'll need to update again later. Besides, it'll give u all something to look vooruit, voorwaarts to!

A few months ago, we dealt with a secret agent force of animals called the North Wind (Their motto...
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Source: ME :3 S2E12
added by PenguinStyle
Author's Note: And here's the volgende chapter. I also want to thank SaturdaySurpris for reviewing. Enjoy!

Private and I walked back to the zoo. “So,” asked Private, “how was it?”

I grinned at him. “Amazingly delicious.”

He beamed. “See, everybody likes snow cones.”

I laughed. “You were right, Private. Race u back to the zoo.”

I took off sliding. He ran a little before launching himself. “Not fair!” yelled Private. “You got a head start!”

We arrived, laughing, at the pinguïn habitat. “Uh oh,” zei Private, sliding to a stop.

I followed his glance to see a very...
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posted by Aquade
“What is it, Kowalski?”
“According to my calculations,” zei Kowalski, scribbling something down on his clipboard, “it is an apple.”
“Right.”
Skipper thought for a while. “Hah!” he laughed. “You won’t get us that easily, u evil witch!”
“Um, Skipper?” asked Private.
Skipper looked at the youngest penguin. “What is it, Private?”
“If u don’t mind me asking,” zei Private. “Well I was wondering—”
“Spit it out, soldier.”
“Well, what does an evil witch have to do with the apple?”
Skipper shook his head. “Young Private, I see u have forgotten...
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*WARNING : BASED ON REAL STORY, u MAY LOOK FOR THE ACTUAL STORY*

Transmission #44-21-2. Designate : IPI
Penguin Habitat,Central Park Zoo
1832 hours, July 13, 2009. New York City
Maj. Skipper

It had been few years (yea… 10 years???), we started to remember what we should forget... and we started to forget... what we should remember. Aagghh, Master Bean… who’s cares about the past? I had found my love with an… super-duper amazing super woman ... her shiny wings just like an bright fokker plane... her beak just like Spanish Tercio Halberd... her feather was as soft as Gloomy Sunday music...
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Skipper was getting angrier and angrier in that cage as the man smiled at him with kowlaksi and Private inside the cage as well...where was Rico? And why was there blood all splattered all over the mans shirt?

Skipper:WHERE IS HE u MONSTER!!! IF u HURTED HIM I SWEAR IM GONNA RIP YOUR HEAD OFF OF YOUR NECK!!!!

Man:heheheh....I'll get him for u....

The man walked three the door again and brought out Rico....he was crying and shaking alot....there was dried blood all over him....but the worst was that there was a huge line of stitches going down his stomach...

Man:I having very good fun with him....I...
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V1. Young Private has a hart-, hart of gold,
Trying to find out why the world's so cold.
Why both his folks are who knows where
Even Uncle Nigel was barely even there
Helping others was his goal to achieve
To all the other birds, he seems naïve
Using rainbows to wipe away tears
In order to hopefully sugarcoat fear.
Accused of being weak, he is told to get strong,
Even though he says fighting's just dead wrong.
People accuse him to possess stupidity
Forcing him to be internally snippity.
Private's now frozen on a path on his own
Trying to separate hell and home
No other choice but to go and not pack
Finding out...
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this is the story of the pinguïn team and their love lives
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WARNING!!! EXTREME SKILENE, DORSKI, PICO (rico + his doll, miss perky) AND PRIVATE WITH SOME PIGEON
CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISIM WELCOME, INSULTS TO MY CHOICES IN PAIRINGS IS NOT, BOTTOM LINE, IF u DON'T LIKE THE PAIRING, DON'T READ THE STORY, DON'T READ THE STORY, DON'T commentaar IN INSULTS
THAT IS ALL
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it was a quiet dag in the pinguïn base, skipper and rico played cards, while private watched lunacorns happily,...
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Very Mature Take One
SP: God Rico!! What is up with the KABOOM!! ALL I HEAR IS KABOOM AND KABOOOM AND KABOOM ALL DAY!!
Rico: *sticks tongue out* KABOOM KABOOM KABOOM KABOOM KABOOOM!!!
Cowtails: Very mature Rico.
Skipper/Kowalski/Rico: *mocks* Very mature Rico.
Director: Cut!! Private, u were supposed to mock, too!!
Private: *whimpers* I can't!! It's mean!!
Director: *facepalm*



Very Mature Take Two
Cowtails: Very mature Rico.
Penguins: Very mature Rico.
Cowtails: *huff* u guys are so immature for army guys! Unlike me, I'm very mature.
SP: *holds out a plate of cookies* Want some?
Cowtails: *squeals*...
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Sweet Pripper's POV

I panicked when I saw Cowtails, "OH GOD PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE PASSED OUT!"

I suddenly heard Kowalski yell, "AHHH! KILLER!"

I stood there confused. All the penguins came over carefully.

"Where's Cowta-" Skipper stopped himself in mid sentence, "HOLY CRAP WHAT DID u DO?!"

"I don't know, everything has been a blur!" I shouted.

Then I fell silent. Stupid savage side...

"Damnit. My savage side has struck." I muttered.

"Savage?" Kowalski repeated questionly.

"It's when I get mad. Then I end up trying to kill everyone." I zei quietly.

Skipper looked at Cowtails, "Not sure what...
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posted by sarah12499
As Skipper was flying past the park he saw Kowalski's plane parked at the lake. "What is he doing?" Skipper flew down. Kowalski wasn't in his plane of door the tree's. Skipper searched everywhere for him but he was gone without a trace "Where could he be? He wasn't attacked there's no signs of a fight, and his plane is in better condition than when he left." Skipper looked in the romp, kofferbak of the plane and there Kowalski was sleeping. Skipper slapped him, hard. Kowalski woke instantly and held his face "OW! What the heck Skipper! Wait.....Skipper, what are u doing here?" Skipper shook his head...
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posted by sarah12499
"No....this CAN'T be happening!" Skipper yelled in rage. Private and Rico ran over to him to calm him down. Private sat Skipper down at the tafel, tabel "Skipper, yelling won't bring Kowalski back, we have to go after him." Keira stepped vooruit, voorwaarts "Are u crazy?!?" Skipper stood up "It's your fault any of this happened, so why don't u keep your mouth shut!" Keira jumped back " u don't know what he's capable of doing!" Skipper walked over to her "Then your going to tell us exactly what we're up against."
Keira stepped back "I'm still loyal to my master. Just because I help u once doesn't mean...
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posted by spmana123
It was Morning, and skipper and Marlene had awoken. It was pretty early, I guess with the descion they were about to make wouldn't let then sleep. Skipper and Marlene went over to skippers place and discussed what to do for Rico....

Kowlalski: why can't u see he's in pain!!!

Kowlalski banged the tafel, tabel in anger at skipper.

Skipper: I can't do that!! I do realize he's in pain! But he's stronger than any of us! I know he'll make it threw!

Marlene: yea! Skippers right!

Kowalski: oh shut up Marlene!! It's your fault this while thing started!!

Marlene and everyone else went quiet as Kowalski raised his...
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