“He was the one putting eye drops in just an uur ago!He’s taking the night shift the day he finds out Skipper was going to be fine! How could I have been so blind?!”

“Eve! Who are u talking about!?” Private called after her, him and Kowalski trying to keep up with her fast pace.

“Manor! Gah! I’m such an idiot!”

“You’re not an idiot, Eve! I should’ve suspected, too!” Kowalski pointed out.

Once they arrived at the prison, Eve stopped and turned to them. “You two stay out here.”

“What?!” Kowalski and Private zei simultaneously.

“I know my way around the infirmary;...

Day 7

“Guys, we have a serious problem.” Kowalski reported. He, Eve, and Private were in the hut early the volgende morning.

“What’s that then?” Private asked, a look of concern on his face.

“This guard named Manor is getting suspicious. I think he knows we’re up to something.”

“Well what do u suggest we do?” Eve asked.

“This needs to go down soon.” Private instructed.

“Well, obviously, do u have a plan?” Eve asked.

“Not quite. I just need a little meer time. Kowalski, do u think u could tap into the prison security?”

“Ha! With my eyes closed and half my brain...

Private dashed into a hiding place, grasping the knife. The rocking chair was perfect! As he sat down, the door opened. Skipper shut it gently behind him. Anxiety portrayed on Skipper's face. Because he got closer, Skipper's footstep's got louder. Each thump made Private quiver.
Although it seemed Skipper was searching for something, his footseps stopped. Private poked his head out. He saw Skipper's back on his own bed. When Skipper reached for his nightstand, Private gasped. Instead of rummaging through the droor for his knife, he took a corded phone that was set on top. Private sighed in...

"Beware of False Prophets Who Come Disguised as Harmless schapen But Are Really Vicious Wolves" - Matthew 7:15

Hey, peeps! Wazzup? To give u as much as the spooky experience as I can, I have linken to themes from freaky movies.
Nightmare on Elm Street: link
Dead Silence: link
Halloween: link
There u go, guys! Um just in case the linken just send u to youtube, just type in the titles/title I wrote in the box and put in after it "main theme". If u have any vragen post them in the comments. I hope u enjoy! ;) Boo!

Later that same day, Private laid in bed and listened to the rain pour onto...

Day 3

Skipper paced back and forth in the narrow walkway. He’d look out the small window in the door, and he began humming to fill the silence. Hans started to get irritated. “What’s the matter with you? Are u having a seizer?” He asked smart-allecky.

“No! It’s just killing me not knowing what’s going on!”

“So in other words you’re starting to go crazy?”

“In a way I guess.”

“Well don’t get your feathers in a twist we’ll be out of here door tomorrow afternoon.”

“Seems like years away.”

“What did Eve say to you?”

“All she was able to tell me is that my team...

It took only a few seconden for me to process her words before I realized she'd let go of my foot. In less than two seconden I hit the freezing water. I couldn't see..I couldn't breathe. You'd think a pinguïn would know how to swim. I hadn't really gegeven it much thought up 'till now. My hart-, hart nearly stopped when I realized I couldn't swim..and the surface of the water above me was getting further and further away. I paddled my flippers wildly trying to get to the surface. No use. I didn't make much distance and I was running out of what little breath I'd had in the first place. My lungs screamed...

The reason why I'm writing these again is because, the chapters were too far apart for anyone to read them and I'm now writing them different than last time. And yes I know that that this is the same concept as high moltage but just to make it clear I publiceer my old ones before High Moltage was even annouced. I hope u enjoy.

----Chapter 1 Introduction----

It was normal sunny Sunday morning at the Central Park zoo, and Kowalski had something important to do. Kowalski: " All right, everyone get out." Skipper: "Whoa! Hold on there. Before u can kick people out of their own house's, you've got...

Chapter 2: A Mistaken Chosen One

Once again, Private wrote down everything about the dream again. Who is this close person that will be mistakenly picked as the chosen one? he thought. He hid it under his hoofdkussen, kussen and went to sleep again.

Later in the morning, Messenger Xai Lang arrived. "Mail for Skipper."he said. Xai Lang dropped the scroll and then flew away. Then, Skipper got it. He opened it and read to see a happy news.

Dear Skipper,

Congratulations! u are chosen to be the chosen one according to your ascendants. u will fight, die and save the world. Leave your city tomorrow. Once again,...

I eventually found out why they called the ship 'The Green Bucket'. After a few days I was as sick as a dog. What's worse I had to stay down in the ships' hold where no one on board could see me. After a few days spent in a rocking boot I either got used to it of just simply ran out of stuff to barf up. Either way, I felt a bit better after while. Then one unexpecting morning some wise crack came down into the hold to my level. Let me just say he wasn't standing up down there too much. Every time he'd wake up I'd slaan, smack him into volgende tuesday. Finally I had to start hitting the other eye because...

I saw the sun flash off of the mes and into my eyes. I clamped my eyes shut and waiting for my life to end. Nothing happened. I opened my eyes to find Hans staring at me with resentment in his eyes. "What's the matter Hans? You'd rather turn me in?" I scoffed. It's not like I wanted to get killed door this demented dane, but I was a bit confused at him. He sat up, "Skipper..I can't kill you..you're the only friend still alive." he admitted with a sob I knew was fake. I narrowed my eyes in paranoid suspicion.
"Hans, let me get this straight. u set me up as though I had actually KILLED one of...

The tallest and the smartest pinguïn locked himself in his lab again. Not always is he the sharpest mes in the drawer. He tried drilling the door but last time he did this, he was stupid enough to replace the door with one of the hardest material know to man.

“Dang it!” Kowalski zei drilling the door. It didn't even make a dent in the door. “Why did I even use this material??”

“Alright time for another theory.” Kowalski picked up one of Rico's brand guns that he was making modifications to and adding meer tools to use. “Fire in the hole!” Kowalski yelled blasting the door....

Skipper, the brave fierce leader, zei he would never cry. Obviously, he hadn't had this happen yet. On the ground infront of him was the craziest pinguïn of them all Rico. His fallen comrad was to injured to be fixed.

"Rico!" Skipper zei shaking the wounded penguin. "Don't u dare die on me! Be strong!"

Rico's eyes looked like they were glued shut. They wouldn't open no matter what. Blood from where the lazer had hit him. "Rico please!"

"Well Peng-you-in." The phychotic Dr.Blowhole smirked, moving volgende to the very depressed penguin. "Looks like your team is one short. Once again I have become...

    The penguins were now making their way through the streets of New York. Skipper was on point, signaling for his men to go when the time was right. So far so good. Not a soul has seen them yet…well…except for a rottweiler that an unfortunate dog-walker had to deal with as it barked for what seemed like forever.

    Skipper made another signal for the other three to pass. Kowalski constantly stumbled over his feet, considering he didn’t remember any of the training he’d had. But Private, being as concerned as expected from the young cadet, was...

While the other penguins fished on the boat, Private sat on the dock, sticking his feet in the water. The pinguïn felt the vis dash under his legs. A gust of wind nearly blew him over, scattering his Peanutbutter Winkies out of their bag.
Something smooth bumped his legs. Squinting, he peered into the water. An unfamiliar face stared into his. It was deeply sadden and filled with despair. The eyes were unforgettably a milky white. She was an astonishing creature.
Private was stunned. The rest of the team noticed.
"Private, u okay, over there?" Skipper called.
The shivering pinguïn didn't and...

Not many guys think about what it would be like to be utterly bored. Some don't even know the feeling. I recall a few dull momments in my chickhood, but the boredom I was under was ridiculas. I'd undergone torture in the battle station, but I was sure that, that night in that cell had to be the worst torture yet. It's bad enough to have to sleep on the cold, wet floor with nothing to do, no one to talk to, and only the rats to keep u company, but when the gaurd starts singing..sweet mother macarthur I think that's got to be well exceding agony. He wasn't a talented singer either. He was awful....

The Lemurs' conversation 

Julien: Maurice, I wanna smoothie so gimme!

Maurice: Coming right up. *starts blender*

Ten seconden later…

Julien: Maurice! Where is my smoothie! What part of gimme do u not understand?! Gim of Me!

Maurice: u asked ten seconden ago. It takes up to two minuten to make a smoothie.

Julien: Then do it as quickly as u can!

Maurice: *puts banaan in the blender* Okay, your majesty.

Mort: Can I help?

Maurice: Just stay away from Julien's feet.

Mort: I'll try! *runs over and hugs the Julien's feet* Oops! 

Julien: Maurice! Get him off me!

Maurice: I thought u wanted a smoothie....

Finally the lights flashed on, and without having any contact with the door, Skipper and Private witnessed it slam open before their own eyes. "Come on," Skipper said. "No, no, I can't go in there! No!" Private whined like he was in a trance. Skipper grasped his flipper, and dragged him inside. Skipper kept his grip tight until he found Kowalski and Rico door the stairs. "Are u both all right?!" Skipper asked startled. "Yes, but something happened in the basement." Kowalski zei out of breath. "All right, Rico, take Private upstairs and keep an eye on him. Kowalski, you're coming with me."...

I remember that still moment when near father and son gazed into each other's eyes. Leeland's gray eyes were filled with so many emotions I could hardly understand; yet I had quite a few feelings milling around inside of me as well. Leeland seemed as though he could almost say, 'What the heck..' Then he really DID say it. His voice trailed off and his beak zei something inaudible. I looked down at my blood-stained feathers. Then it hit me. This looked perfectly clear that I'd killed the general. I knew full well that I hadn't, but Leeland and his armed companions didn't know so. I didn't have...

Still Skipper's View

"Yes!" the man cried. "I knew it! Time is frozen!"
I tell door tone on voice that the man was Kowalski.
"Hey, how did I get all the way up here?" the man (Kowalski) asked himself. 
He pulled up his new hand and looked at it. 
"Ahhh!! Fingers!" he screamed.
"Told ya it wasn't the Stopwatch," Johnson said, who had got out of a bunk.
"And that is why u shouldn't disobey my orders," I joked. 
By now, we were all out of our hiding spaces. 
"Stop making all those weird noises, Skipper and Johnson," Kowalski said. "I can't understand a word u two are saying!"
"Of course!" Ivy said....

I looked around the clearing. My eyes falling on a black and white form beside me. He was soaked in blood. I put a flipper on the penguin's chest. He was dead as doornail. I couldn't have been wrong. I'd kissed death before. I knew death when it was present in a body. And it was in this penguin's body. I shivered. Who had killed him? Then it hit me like a tidal wave. Where was Hans? Had he been shot too? I looked around. No one was there. I got to my feet and walked a distance. If Hans had been shot surely he wouldn't have gotton this far. Then another thought entered my mind. I froze. Was...