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Note: The following is the first of three samples I will be posting here of my FanFiction.net writing project “A Skilene-Filled September.” In the project, I will write and publiceer one short story daily in the maand of September 2010 which will explain one possible way that Skipper and Marlene could get together for the first time. My personal writing style has always been to portray Skipper and Marlene as just really good vrienden and to only “hint” at something more, but I have decided to exempt this project -- and only this project -- from that standard.

On FanFiction.net, a much longer outline of this project’s goals and background was geplaatst ahead of the first actual story, but to avoid folks here from having to read through the whole doctrine, I have instead placed it at the end of this article. I would encourage u to read it if u want to so that u may better understand the project and my intentions therein.

Thank u for reading my brief note. The first Skilene scenario will now begin.

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A Skilene-Filled September
Scenario 1: “Save the Last Dance for Me”
Wednesday, September 1, 2010


Marlene was taking a nighttime stroll through the zoo one evening when an odd display suddenly caught her attention. The peculiar sight was something she had never seen before, and not wanting to draw attention to the fact that she was observing, she stood off in the distance as she looked on bewildered.

“My, my, Skipper, I never knew u had it in you,” Marlene whispered to herself as she watched Skipper dancing back and fourth, appearing to shuffle to a beat that couldn’t be heard, as the lemurs, baboons, and other penguins surrounded him.

Then suddenly, Skipper shifted from grooving solo to some sort of strange routine with Julien, which involved Skipper seemingly using his talent to attack the lemur.

“A little violent for my taste,” Marlene then commentaar gegeven as Skipper began spinning on his head and kicking Julien in the face with his feet, “but I’m still impressed.”

Not long after, Marlene watched whatever dance performance she had just seen come to an end. It was becoming late, so she thought it best to then return to her habitat for the night.

When she arrived, Marlene sat and thought about what she had seen for a short while. She was quite impressed at the degree of her friend’s hidden talent, and wanted to tell him how awestruck she had become door it. She smiled when she decided she would do just that the volgende morning, then got up to prepare to get ready for bed.

At around 11 a.m. the volgende morning, Marlene strolled over to the penguins’ HQ in hopes of talking to Skipper about his dancing skills. Upon arrival, she found him alone at the tafel, tabel stamping file folders with a big red “CLASSIFIED” stamp.

“Say, Skipper,” she zei as she walked up to him, “I hope I’m not interrupting something important, but could I ask u about something?”

“No, u can’t ask what’s inside these folders,” Skipper replied.

“Um, yeah,” Marlene responded as she rolled her eyes. “Actually, I came to ask u about all that dancing u were doing last night. Why have u never–”

“You saw all that, Marlene?” Skipper inquired. “Well, first of all, it wasn’t the real me doing all that nonsense. u should know that I was temporarily the victim of some of Darla’s magic, though I would describe it meer as a curse.”

“Skipper, I know u believe in some pretty far-out conspiracies, but surely u must know that magic isn’t real,” Marlene responded.

“Is too!” Skipper declared. “Mad at Ring-tail, Darla used her witchcraft -- I mean magic -- to take away his groove, and it accidentally ended up inside of me until I used the skills to force Julien into apologizing to her so the ‘groove’ would verplaats back into him. But I am happy to say that I’m now 100 percent cured of that nightmare.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” Marlene sighed. “I was going to compliment u on your talent. I was even thinking about asking u if u would– Oh, forget it.”

Skipper sensed that Marlene was quite disappointed, so he reached over and put a flipper on her back.

“Go ahead, Marlene,” he said. “You can still ask me what u wanted to.”

Marlene smiled a little, then nervously proceeded with her question.

“I … was wondering, … might u be willing … to dance with … me?” she asked.

“Wait, with me?” Skipper asked. “Just because u saw me dancing last night?”

“Well, that’s not the only reason,” Marlene answered. “I actually like u a little, too.”

Skipper was speechless.

“I’m sorry if I zei something wrong,” Marlene apologized after a few moments went by. “I just–”

But before she could finish her sentence, Skipper pulled her door the paw to the middle of the room, smiled, and began to slowly dance a few steps with the otter.

“Is this anything like how u pictured it?” Skipper asked after they had danced for a minute.

“No, Skipper, it’s better than I could have ever imagined,” Marlene replied. “But what about the magic?”

“Who needs magic when I have you,” Skipper replied.

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Thank u for reading the first of the 30 scenarios that will be part of my project. Two meer samples will be geplaatst here on Fanpop; u may click link to access the volgende one. The 27 others will be only on FanFiction.net, but u can easily access the project there door clicking link.

For those who wanted to read the full outline and explanation of my project, here it is, the same way it is presented on FanFiction.net:


An important message on how to read the stories of this project:

For a while now, I have been a fan of the “Skilene” concept, which, of course, pairs together the characters of Skipper and Marlene. However, my personal style as a fan fiction writer has been to never write stories that directly set the two up together, and to instead portray Skipper and Marlene as really close vrienden who upon occasion just “hint” at the possibility of something more. I have always done so for three principal reasons: first, to keep my writing meer in line with canon; second, to give readers the ability to draw their own conclusions; and third, in order to maintain a degree of “personal continuity” among all of my stories, ensuring that nothing I write conflicts with something else I’ve written. Consequently, no matter how much I may believe that Skipper loves Marlene, putting the words “I love you” in his mouth has never been an option for me. Until now.

No, I have not decided to abandon my precedented writing style; I still believe that Skilene must first have a strong friendship at its foundation. I have, however, decided to exempt this project from my self-imposed limitations on direct Skilene material and continuity. Here’s how this project will be run:

If u are a fan of Skilene, have u ever wondered just exactly how Skipper and Marlene would fall in love? Each dag during the maand of September 2010, I will write and publiceer one short story outlining one possibility of how the two could theoretically get together. In total, there will be 30 of these fictional scenarios in this project, but they will all be independent of each other and of any other thing I have ever written of ever will write. In other words, each story is just one idea of how Skipper and Marlene could have gotten together -- no one scenario is held to a greater of lesser level of truth of fictional validity. Unlike with my two drabble projects, there are no restrictions on the number of words I can use in each story, but they still must be written on the datum I present them as. (I may still think of ideas ahead of time, as long as I don’t write any of the actual stories beforehand.) I will also be publishing each story as an individual chapter and will, unless there are situations preventing me from doing so, publiceer a new chapter each dag for the 30 days of this project.
Chorus: This is 10% freaky, 20% fear, 15% good looking Kowalski is here, 5% skilene, 50% test and 100% reason POM is the best.
V1. Kowalski, he doesn't need his brain taking heights, he just wants to be heard inventing at the speed of light. He knows he's unlike everybody else, alone, in spite of the fact that the penguins still think that they know him. Forget them, he knows the drill, it's not about reality, it's all about insanity, and paranoia, making success, keep creations in control. That means, when they explode, Rico's on a roll.
What the heck is he tryin' to say? He never speaks clear...
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THE MYSTERY OF THE HAUNTED HALLWAY

Warning: This story may contain spooky details like haunted dolls, ghosts and blood.

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11 years ago…

“Manfredi, report.”Skipper ordered. The six penguins were investigating the zoo. “Not yet sir.”Manfredi replied. “Kowalski, status report.”Skipper ordered. Kowalski rolled to Alex’s habitat. “No fishy meld Skipper.”Kowalski said. “Rico, meld on the zookeepers, pronto.”Skipper said. Rico slid to the office. “Nope.” he said. “Johnson,...
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dag 4
Skipper was slumped in his bed. He might have looked peaceful, but inside his mind was torturing him, excessively. Every seconde of his reverie, pained his hart-, hart and caused him to panic.
Skipper woke and gasped. The familar scene was very comforting. The light streamed in through the window. Skipper renewed his cool, and let out a morning yawn.
As he always did, he started his dag with a few stretches. He flexed his flippers. After a firm work-out on his fins, he bent his legs.
Once he was completely finished, he checked on his team. Tangled up in his sheets, Rico thrashed around, sucking...
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posted by werockz
While Doris was out with her kids Amy and Atom, Kowaslki walked to his furnished lab. He and Doris were rich now. They have a mansion and a wide garden. Everything was perfect but something was missing in his heart. I got everything. But what's missing? he thought. He nearly forgot something. It was that "someone" who changed his solid heart. He looked around and discovered a treasure box. "Who would send a treasure box here?"he zei to himself. He carefully opened it and found a lot of stuff. Little door little, he remembered everything but he forgot the boy's name. Was it Peter? John? Mark?...
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kowalski:help me please

Private: What's going on?

*run to Kowalski who on the floor bleeding *

Kowalski : oww help me please

Private: What happened? it hans he and stabed me. please it hurts

Private: *whimpers and pulls mes out of Kowalski*

Kowalski:owwww *bleed more*

Private: Please work begin to * patch up* . I hate to lose u

Kowalski: they no chance for me but i wanted to tell u how i feel*crying *

Private: What is it Kowalski?

Kowalski:i always though of u lot and my action might of change your option of me but i want u know that i will always love u and noting can change that

Private:...
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posted by werockz
"Please, don't haunt me! I have done nothing wrong."Private fearfully said. "Me want brain!"Skipper the zombie said. The zombies came and sucked his brain. "NO!"Private said.

Private woke up. He screamed but the trio did not hear. The others were just snoring. Private just sighed. He needs someone to talk too. He sneaked out of the HQ to the park.

It was a gloomy night and Private just touched the soft leaves. He heard loud scream from the arena. "It must be a concert."Private said. He walked past 3 trees. He was delighted until a slak startled him. "Whoa!"The slak exclaimed. "Dale? What are...
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posted by peacebaby7
Tuesday, May 28, 2012 @ 3:42pm
Baxter’s Incorporated: Manhattan, New York


    Kowalski was working in his office. It was a quaint room with high ceilings that caused your voice to echo when u so much as whispered. 2 windows that looked out onto the busy streets of Manhattan. There was his work bureau that was in the middle of his room, facing the door. A small refrigerator on the uithangbord behind that. His own private restroom at the far corner.

    Other than the small tapping that Kowalski was doing at his keyboard, the room was silent. That silence was...
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posted by peacebaby7
I do not think The Penguins of Madagascar should be cancelled. This toon is my life. Literally, u should see all the foto's I have, all the dvd's I have. I took my time to write a freakin' movie on it for cryin' out loud! (sorry, got a little carried away) There are millions of fans all over the world that loves the show. It's the seconde best toon on Nick (behind SpongeBob SquarePants...which in my opinion is bogus. POM is way better than that show.). They won Best Animated Program. You'd think with all these factors they might try keeping the toon going on for at at least one meer season. Plus they just started season 3. There's only about 20 episodes in it. I think whoever decided the toon should be cancelled should be fired. They don't know what they're talking about because so many people want the toon to continue, I don't understand why they can't see that.
posted by Skiparah
As for school, I liked it about as much as having a
bucket of horse manure dumped on my head. (btw,
some kid did that once- may I add he was from school).
I guess it wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for
guys like that suck-up and nosy, persickity, nerd-
ball teachers. As the smallest guy in my class I was
the picking target for every freak there. I didn't
intend on being a push-over..-and I'm not! It's
just that I was the wrong guy, in the wrong place,
at the wrong time. When I turned rebel I quit school
all together. That was probably around third grade.
I know right? Right down ridiculas is what...
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When they finally reached the yard, four penguins stood with their backs to them. Just that instant, all the penguins turned facing them. Their Expression were like female clones of their own. Skipper was stunned as the majestic leader glared at him. "Ramona, ..... um it's nice to see you, again." Skipper gulped hard. "I wish I could say the same. Well, I see you're late, as always." She rolled her eyes. "You know, I wasn't usually late." Skipper corrected. "For us, u are." She shot back. "If it's an apology u want, ... I have nothing to say." He concluded stalking off. "We're not done...
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posted by peacebaby7
Underground Lair

Skipper: "Um...It's not working..."

Blowhole: "You think I don't know that!" *presses button frantically*

"I think your little contraption will be a little hard to operate without these!"

Blowhole: "Hey! Grab him! Get those wires!"

Skipper: *jumps out of chair & heads toward Kowalski & Rico to untie them* Thank u for that long flashback Blowhole! Gave me just enough time to get the ropes around my flippers untied...

Minions: *tries to stop them, but Skipper & Private take them out*

Skipper: "I was beginning to think u weren't going to follow through with that little...
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posted by peacebaby7
Antarctica

*the foursome are waddling along the frozen desert, well one of them is limping*

Skipper: "So...Private. How did u come to find out about this boot thingy?"

Private: "While I was waddling along, & I saw it there. Humans got in it, & it just started moving away."

Skipper: "If it started moving away, wouldn't that mean it isn't there anymore?"

Private: "Oh, it was at night when I witnessed this. The volgende morning, another boot was there."

Skipper: "So...It's a reoccurring thing then?"

Private: "I suppose. I don't see any other explanation."

Skipper: "Whatever u say..." Something...
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posted by peacebaby7
Underground Lair

Blowhole: "OK, Private. Here's the plan. I've been spying on Skipper for 2 years now. He'll be strong. He's gonna be smart. You, however, look just sweet and innocent enough to trick him into following you. Understand?"

Private: "Yes, but, how do I do that?"

Blowhole: "You'll figure it out when u see them."

Private: "What does he look like?"

Blowhole: *shows him picture* "This is who your looking for. He will be with 2 other penguins. I don't care if they come too. I can find something to do with them."

Private: "Aye."

Blowhole: "It's time. Bring them to me. Do not fail."

Private:...
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posted by peacebaby7
Antarctica

Kowalski: *awakens & sees darkness, then waddling over to Rico* "Rico, wake up!"

Rico: "Wha?" *slowly awakens*

Kowalski: "It's night. But we have a problem. There are too many clouds. I can't see any stars."

Rico: "What are we gonna do?"

Kowalski: "I dunno. I can't wait here for the stars to come out...I'm just too hungry."

Rico: "Yeah. Same here. So what do we do then?"

Kowalski: "I suggest we begin walking. Maybe we can find some food."

*Kowalski & Rico waddle till they find a small opening in the ice*

Kowalski: "Here! Maybe we can find some fish. But stay close to the surface where...
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posted by peacebaby7
Interview Starting in

3...

2...

1...


Me: "So, Skipper, how long have u been in the military?"

Skipper: "Classified."

Me: "O...K. Um, what are some problems u have to deal with on daily basis?"

Skipper: "Classified."

Me: T_T "OK, um, how do your men view u as a leader?"

Skipper: "Classified."

Me: ',: l *sigh* "Who's your volgende in command?"

Skipper: "Classified."

Me: "Where did u go on your first mission?!"

Skipper: "Classified."

Me: >:( "What do u eat for breakfast?!"

Skipper: "Classified."

Me: "IS THERE ANY vraag u WILL ANSWER?!"

Skipper: "Classified."

Me: T_T



Tip: If u want to interview a military operative...don't waste your breath.
posted by peacebaby7
SIDE EFFECTS OF WATCHING THE PENGUINS OF MADAGASCAR MAY INCLUDE:

--Your eyes may explode from too much awesomeness

--You may become so obsessed with the toon u will dedicate your whole life to it

--You may become a sofa spud because u will watch the toon nonstop for literally 24/7

--You may form your own commando team & put yourself & others in mortifying danger

--You may cause yourself to never speak again because u will try to be like Rico

--Your house may explode because u will try to make inventions like Kowalski

--Strained eyes because u will be watching the toon with tape holding up your eyelids so u don't miss a thing


Hospitals worldwide & Insurance agencies worldwide are not responsible for any of these occurances.
In the hart-, hart of Manhattan, near Central Park, is a strange apartment complex. It is made of brick, a century old, and placed between two shiny skyscrapers. The windows all have black bars, the twenty-three stories are all crooked and there is the newest addition of a Madagascar Baobab boom on the roof. The entrance was an arched brick gate way, atop which was an iron sign.

“ Apartments Menagerie. Weird name, but I do like the random old clock. It’s a nice touch. ” The young woman zei to herself. She waited several moments before entering, before taking a deep breath

“ Confidence, Marlene....
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posted by CuteCuddly
The light was dim as Kowalski worked in his lab. Normally he wouldn’t be working in such a dim light, but today he didn’t notice the fact it could damage his eyes. Pouring chemicals into test tubes was his life’s work. There was nothing else he could do. Ever since he was a chick, he would sit alone, working on experiments.

But sometimes, he had felt lonely.

Not that he could help it; he didn’t know how to socialize then. Whenever he tried to make friends, he would start door saying something to do with math, of science. Other chicks would stare at him and walk off laughing.

He never met...
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posted by CuteCuddly
When you’re depressed, what do u do?

I look for help in many places, but I don’t always find it. So what do u do?

Sure, Kowalski’s science is helpful, but I don’t always understand it.
Sure, Rico’s regurgitation is useful, but I don’t always need it.
Sure, Private’s sweet view of life is encouraging, but I don’t always believe it.

So when you’re depressed, what do u do?

I keep looking.

Sure, Maurice’s serving is loyal, but that doesn’t always help me.
Sure, Sad-Eyes’ foot hugging is amusing, but I don’t always like it.
Sure, Ring-Tail’s partying is annoying, but I don’t...
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posted by sweetyKneul
hallo everyone! I have updated :O
Hope u like it ;)

They were still in the first level!
The only thing that had happened was that the playing field has been changed!
They were no longer in the jungle but in a frozen wasteland!
The beautiful soft green was replaced door an icy white!
And the penguins were in the middle of that!
"Oh man! Do anybody have a tanning bed right here?" Kowalski asked, trembling.
"Oh. Sorry! I have unfortunately forgotten it today!" Skipper shouted sarcastically.
"There!" Rico called, pointing to a flag about 20 yards away.
Rico wanted to run to the flag, but was stopped door Skipper....
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