The Penguins of Madagascar. It's the televisie toon under which we are bannered as one, and it is slowly becoming a memory. Even with those few episodes left to air, the Final Season is pretty much over. So where does that leave us?
I've been a part of this club since April of 2010. For an entire jaar I was on forums, chatting and laughing with the rest of you. I gradually grew out of it, and found myself visiting this site less and less, to the point where it had been months since I had been here.
Last night, my brothers took out an official Penguins DVD I had bought years ago. As I laughed with them during the episode "It's About Time", I remembered all the good times I had had here. The art, the craziness, the absolute insanity of the fans, but most of all, the joy.
I decided to check back in on this club, and u know what I found?
That same joy that had been there three years geleden is still here today. Sure, most of u are new faces. Most of the people I knew are long gone. But the fact remains that u enjoy this show, and u aren't afraid to be here to celebrate it. Some of u come from difficult situations, and this is your moment of relaxation and stability during troubled storms. Others of u are meer fortunate and come here as mere recreation. Some of u ship characters, such as Skilene and Dorski. Others of u just like chatting about episodes and going-ons at nickelodeon.
In the end, we are all here for the Penguins. The toon that brought us together and left us wanting meer of them every saturday morning. The toon that gave some of us a reason to be sociable to others that we didn't even know, complete strangers with one common interest.
I look back on my times in the fandom one last time, wondering where those experiences had gone, and I realize that they never left. I can still feel the passion of this club. Your joy and your togetherness are what truly separates u from other fandoms.
I will admit, I've found other stuff much meer interesting than the Penguins of Madagascar during the three years I've been gone. I've graduated, obtained my Eagle Scout Award, and even went to Haiti twice. But fanpop is one of my roots, and I will always come back home.
To you, the fans of The Penguins of Madagascar.
Stay true. Stay zoo.
I've been a part of this club since April of 2010. For an entire jaar I was on forums, chatting and laughing with the rest of you. I gradually grew out of it, and found myself visiting this site less and less, to the point where it had been months since I had been here.
Last night, my brothers took out an official Penguins DVD I had bought years ago. As I laughed with them during the episode "It's About Time", I remembered all the good times I had had here. The art, the craziness, the absolute insanity of the fans, but most of all, the joy.
I decided to check back in on this club, and u know what I found?
That same joy that had been there three years geleden is still here today. Sure, most of u are new faces. Most of the people I knew are long gone. But the fact remains that u enjoy this show, and u aren't afraid to be here to celebrate it. Some of u come from difficult situations, and this is your moment of relaxation and stability during troubled storms. Others of u are meer fortunate and come here as mere recreation. Some of u ship characters, such as Skilene and Dorski. Others of u just like chatting about episodes and going-ons at nickelodeon.
In the end, we are all here for the Penguins. The toon that brought us together and left us wanting meer of them every saturday morning. The toon that gave some of us a reason to be sociable to others that we didn't even know, complete strangers with one common interest.
I look back on my times in the fandom one last time, wondering where those experiences had gone, and I realize that they never left. I can still feel the passion of this club. Your joy and your togetherness are what truly separates u from other fandoms.
I will admit, I've found other stuff much meer interesting than the Penguins of Madagascar during the three years I've been gone. I've graduated, obtained my Eagle Scout Award, and even went to Haiti twice. But fanpop is one of my roots, and I will always come back home.
To you, the fans of The Penguins of Madagascar.
Stay true. Stay zoo.
Chapter 1: Surprises
Skipper yawned and took a drink of his vis coffee. The lemurs turned their boom box up way too loud for Skipper's liking. The muziek was still on. Skipper was confused. All night was too long to dance, even for the lemurs.
"Kowalski!" Nothing.
"Kowalski?" Skipper yelled. Skipper slid over to the lemurs habitat. Spooky background muziek came on. Skipper decided to investigate. He found the boom box with a note taped to it.
"Say goodbye to your BFF (Julien) and team. Mwahahahaha!"
"Blowhole!"
"Skipper! Help!" Private's voice pierced through the wind. Skipper turned around. A ginormous truck was behind Skipper! There were cages in it that were filled with Skipper's and the lemurs! Skipper tried to save them, but a ninja pinned him to the ground! The truck drove away.
Skipper yawned and took a drink of his vis coffee. The lemurs turned their boom box up way too loud for Skipper's liking. The muziek was still on. Skipper was confused. All night was too long to dance, even for the lemurs.
"Kowalski!" Nothing.
"Kowalski?" Skipper yelled. Skipper slid over to the lemurs habitat. Spooky background muziek came on. Skipper decided to investigate. He found the boom box with a note taped to it.
"Say goodbye to your BFF (Julien) and team. Mwahahahaha!"
"Blowhole!"
"Skipper! Help!" Private's voice pierced through the wind. Skipper turned around. A ginormous truck was behind Skipper! There were cages in it that were filled with Skipper's and the lemurs! Skipper tried to save them, but a ninja pinned him to the ground! The truck drove away.
(This may be stupid, I don't write stories much)
"Red? Dave? Rhonda? Any body? Hello?" I looked around curiously but seen nothing but darkness. Hearing only the sounds of myself echoing throught the small room and the splashing of the water as I moved around trying to figure out were I was. Slowly moving my flippers accrose uithangbord to uithangbord trying to find something but only felt smooth concrete. "What on earth is going on here?!" I started to yell loudly getting frustrated which began to turn into panic when a bright light flashed above forcing me to covering my face with my flippers. "W-what i-is this?"
"Hello, Dr.Blowhole." A mysterious voice zei out of no where when removing my flippers from my face to look around once meer seeing this time that I was completely trapped.
"Uhm, h-hello? Who are you? W-where am I?" I zei back to the voice which just replied with a not so pleasant laughter.
"Red? Dave? Rhonda? Any body? Hello?" I looked around curiously but seen nothing but darkness. Hearing only the sounds of myself echoing throught the small room and the splashing of the water as I moved around trying to figure out were I was. Slowly moving my flippers accrose uithangbord to uithangbord trying to find something but only felt smooth concrete. "What on earth is going on here?!" I started to yell loudly getting frustrated which began to turn into panic when a bright light flashed above forcing me to covering my face with my flippers. "W-what i-is this?"
"Hello, Dr.Blowhole." A mysterious voice zei out of no where when removing my flippers from my face to look around once meer seeing this time that I was completely trapped.
"Uhm, h-hello? Who are you? W-where am I?" I zei back to the voice which just replied with a not so pleasant laughter.