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Ashley opened his eyes, on what he thought might be the volgende day. He tried to look for the villainous scum, (or big meanie as Ashley called him) who tortured him yesterday. The room was a bit lighter today, and realised he was in a massive room, the walls covered with millions of weapons ranging from big to small. There were poison vials, machine guns, grenades, and even an old fashioned kanon in one corner. Ashley gulped, and his breathing quickened. The lights suddenly went out and his stomach lurched as he heard a horribly evil laugh coming from somewhere in front of him. The laugh echoed...

   "Dylan!! Wake up!!!" a voice shouted. Dylan groaned, turned over and pulled his cape over his head. He was slowly starting to fall back to sleep when someone shook him awake. "Dylan!!!" the voice zei again. He opened one eye to find Lexii standing over him. He yawed and slowly sat up. "Good morning to u too." he zei sleepily. Lexii jumped up and down and pulled at his cape. "Get up get up get up!!! The kettle maïs guy is coming!!!" she zei excitedly. 
   Dylan jumped up, now fully awake. "Kettle corn?!?!" he zei smiling. "Where??" 
    "I just saw him over door the pond about ten...

Chapter 2: Marlene Finds Out.
Marlene padded along the path she always took to the penguins’ habitat. As she neared it, she felt a change in the atmosphere. She quickened her pace, feeling something was wrong.
Jumping down the fish-bowl door, she scanned the HQ for the penguins. The only ones she saw were Rico and Skipper. They were each holding two round balls.
“What’s going on?” she asked. “Where are Kowalski and Private? What are those?”
“Do u always have to ask so many questions?” Skipper demanded. Marlene crossed her arms. Skipper sighed.
“These are eggs, they were transferred...

It was a hot, sunny dag in the Central Park Zoo and the city was experiencing one of it's usual Summer heat waves. The penguins were barely making it door with a single paper fan. "Rico! Stop hogging that thing! Im going to die of a heat stroke!" Kowalski scolded, snatching the fan from Rico and attempting to cool himself off. Rico just grumbled and crossed his flippers. Skipper looked at Kowalski, Rico, and Private. "Where the heck is Lilly?" He asked, scanning the area. Kowalski then pointed down at the dried up pool, and Skipper looked down to see Lilly laying at the bottom, pretending to...

"Good greetings, sir," zei the shivering penguin, "My name is Jing Loiu, vice general of the Korean Army, how can we be of your eloquent assistance?" Telow then held the flag of his nation, red silk, and a small corner with the recognizable hammer and sickle, a small ster above the two, and riddled with many holes, suggesting it has seen many battles in it's duration. "Honor back to Russia, I wish that she may be liberated," zei Telow. "From Damion, per usual?" asked Jing. "Da, and the return of Moscow into our graceful love," zei Telow. "Very well then, my executive's army will help you...

Dr. Damion made full preparations for the attack, but the battle tactics and fighting was to be his general's problems, his own problems however, were greater. He had finally cracked the code, use only thoughts that he needed in his research, and extract them from the brains to study. "This invention of mine will extract all the thoughts of Vladimir Lenin that I require to completely wipe out the resistance of the south, and insert them into my already brilliant mind," zei Dr. Damion, putting Lenin's brain into the machine's holding area and hooking it to wires. He then took Stephen Hawking's...

OK. So here are the ages:
Kowalski: 23
Rico: 22
Skipper: 21
Private: 20

After Private says "Don't blame it on the.." then the other penguins say "boogie/sunshine/moonlight" at the same time.
Also, after Private says a line, and then - appears, they say "sunshine/moonlight/goodtimes/boogie" also.

Private:
My baby's always dancin'
And it wouldn't be a bad thing
But I don't get no loving
And that's no lie

We spent the night in Frisco
At every kind of disco
From that night I kissed
Our love goodbye

CHORUS:
Don't blame it on sunshine
Don't blame it on moonlight
Don't blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie

Don't...

Forgive me if this is a bad story...I have read, watched and reacted the amazing tale of Romeo and Juliet many times, but mostly door mysef though. This will be a spin-off version of Romeo and Juliet using some of my many friends. :)

Here we go.....

Kowalski, Rico and myslef were sleeping uptop tonight. I guess gosip got around that someone was fighting with someone and the fight was happening as I speak inside the Hq. I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I tryed my best, but just laid there confused. About 2 hours passed and I couldn't stand just laying there antmore so...Bravely I walk inside....

Skipper: relax Rico is around here somewhere

Kowalski: found him!

Skipper: where?

Kowalski: over there on that block of ice

Private: hes sleeping

Kowalski: meer like knocked out

Skipper: lets go check it out

(the guys swim to the ice block)

Skipper: ok but what about Rico?

Kowalski: he'll be fine (checking rico out for injurys)

Private: we're lost!

Skipper: Kowalski try find the map in Rico's belly

Kowalski: what!? I'm not putting my flipper in his belly!

Skipper: fine I'll do it *pushes on Rico's belly*

Rico: *spits out a map*

Skipper: that was easy as cutting pie

Private: where are we then?

Kowalski:...

"Just another round, once things get calmer, I can pull over, I don't see any other civilization outside this asshat's territory," zei Kat, driving further out and seeing her gas meter arrow drop lower and lower. "Gotta find a damn gas station, of kegs of gas at least. So long as I have at least 17 gallons of so," zei Kat, slowing her Aston Martin slightly. She looked around, not a single gas station in view at all, until she saw a small patch of pavement, and to her eyes, a single gas pump, rising out of the pavement, and seven gas cans laying on their sides, fully closed. "This seems promising,"...