TDL's note: Hi. Uh, read and review. It's short.
Skipper bolted upright.
Private fell out of his bunk.
"Oof." He landed on his back. "Did u hear that, Skippa'?"
Skipper glanced down nervously at the young private. His breathing settled, and he jump out of his bunk, almost landing on Private.
"We got no time to lose. Roll out, team!"
Skipper turned to face the bunks. Rico and Kowalski were still snoring in their beds. Skipper sighed. He grabbed some extra pillows and chucked them at the sleeping soldiers.
Rico squealed and rolled awkwardly out of his bunk, landing on all fours. Kowalski yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"What is it now, Skipper?" The tallest pinguïn sighed sleepily.
"Another scream! We have to leave the HQ now." Skipper hastily pointed a flipper towards the exit.
The sleep left the lieutenant's eyes, and he climbed out of his bunk.
"Roll out, team!" Skipper yelped again.
---
The four were once again waddling in the darkness.
"Where do u suppose the scream came from, Skippa'?" Private fixed his eyes on the leader.
"Uh, that way." Skipper looked ahead of him.
"The lemur exhibit? Are u sure?" Kowalski flashed a skeptical glare at Skipper.
"Affirmative."
"Well..." Kowlaski's train of thought left him.
There was one thing each of the penguins know for sure: a lemur is dead.
They snuck into the lemur habitat, and slid on their bellies towards the platform.
Skipper heard sobbing coming from the bouncer. He slowly waddled up to it with the other three close behind. He paused to listen. Nothing.
Skipper stood still for another minute, and the sobbing came back. Skipper slid onto the boucer.
There, he saw Maurice sleeping soundlessly. Mort curled into a ball, hiding behind his tail.
"Sad Eyes...?" Skipper took one step at a time towards the muis lemur.
Mort pulled his tail in front of his face and started wimpering.
"Tell us a fully detailed beschrijving of what u saw." Kowalski pulled out is clip board and stared intently at him.
Mort wimpered a little more, took a deep breath, and spoke.
"Cold and heartless." Mort rocked back and forth. "Cold and heartless. Cold and heartless. Cold and heartless. Cold and heartless." He twitched and kept repeating the same thing over and over again.
"I don't think he's in his right mind. Must be the shock." Kowalski examined him.
"Poor guy," Skipper muttered.
"Who's 'cold and heartless'?" Private asked.
Mort twitched and rocked, not answering.
Rico squaked. "The throne. King's on the throne."
Skipper and Rico climbed up onto the platform, while Kowalski and Private stayed behind to try to calm Mort down.
What the two saw was horrifying.
Rico gasped and passed out. Skipper gulped.
He sat on the throne, his ribs sticking outward. Blood was gushing out. The hart-, hart was missing. His eyes were wide, staring at nothing, and his mouth hung open, blood oozing out. The kill was the same as Darla's.
Skipper turned around, grabbed Rico, and waddled towards the other three.
Kowalski looked up at the leader. "News?"
Skipper sighed. "The King is no more."
Mort's behavior never changed. He was still rocking back and forth. "Cold and heartless. Cold and heartless. Cold and heartless..."
"Mort's been driven into madness. He's uncurable." Kowalski heaved a sigh. "What he witnessed must've been-"
"-Hell. Mort saw Hell right before his innocent eyes." Skipper glanced sadly down at the sick lemur.
Mort wimpered. "Cold and heartless. Cold and heartless."
"The vraag is, who is he referring to?"
Julien certainly was now cold and heartless. And same with the killer.
Skipper bolted upright.
Private fell out of his bunk.
"Oof." He landed on his back. "Did u hear that, Skippa'?"
Skipper glanced down nervously at the young private. His breathing settled, and he jump out of his bunk, almost landing on Private.
"We got no time to lose. Roll out, team!"
Skipper turned to face the bunks. Rico and Kowalski were still snoring in their beds. Skipper sighed. He grabbed some extra pillows and chucked them at the sleeping soldiers.
Rico squealed and rolled awkwardly out of his bunk, landing on all fours. Kowalski yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"What is it now, Skipper?" The tallest pinguïn sighed sleepily.
"Another scream! We have to leave the HQ now." Skipper hastily pointed a flipper towards the exit.
The sleep left the lieutenant's eyes, and he climbed out of his bunk.
"Roll out, team!" Skipper yelped again.
---
The four were once again waddling in the darkness.
"Where do u suppose the scream came from, Skippa'?" Private fixed his eyes on the leader.
"Uh, that way." Skipper looked ahead of him.
"The lemur exhibit? Are u sure?" Kowalski flashed a skeptical glare at Skipper.
"Affirmative."
"Well..." Kowlaski's train of thought left him.
There was one thing each of the penguins know for sure: a lemur is dead.
They snuck into the lemur habitat, and slid on their bellies towards the platform.
Skipper heard sobbing coming from the bouncer. He slowly waddled up to it with the other three close behind. He paused to listen. Nothing.
Skipper stood still for another minute, and the sobbing came back. Skipper slid onto the boucer.
There, he saw Maurice sleeping soundlessly. Mort curled into a ball, hiding behind his tail.
"Sad Eyes...?" Skipper took one step at a time towards the muis lemur.
Mort pulled his tail in front of his face and started wimpering.
"Tell us a fully detailed beschrijving of what u saw." Kowalski pulled out is clip board and stared intently at him.
Mort wimpered a little more, took a deep breath, and spoke.
"Cold and heartless." Mort rocked back and forth. "Cold and heartless. Cold and heartless. Cold and heartless. Cold and heartless." He twitched and kept repeating the same thing over and over again.
"I don't think he's in his right mind. Must be the shock." Kowalski examined him.
"Poor guy," Skipper muttered.
"Who's 'cold and heartless'?" Private asked.
Mort twitched and rocked, not answering.
Rico squaked. "The throne. King's on the throne."
Skipper and Rico climbed up onto the platform, while Kowalski and Private stayed behind to try to calm Mort down.
What the two saw was horrifying.
Rico gasped and passed out. Skipper gulped.
He sat on the throne, his ribs sticking outward. Blood was gushing out. The hart-, hart was missing. His eyes were wide, staring at nothing, and his mouth hung open, blood oozing out. The kill was the same as Darla's.
Skipper turned around, grabbed Rico, and waddled towards the other three.
Kowalski looked up at the leader. "News?"
Skipper sighed. "The King is no more."
Mort's behavior never changed. He was still rocking back and forth. "Cold and heartless. Cold and heartless. Cold and heartless..."
"Mort's been driven into madness. He's uncurable." Kowalski heaved a sigh. "What he witnessed must've been-"
"-Hell. Mort saw Hell right before his innocent eyes." Skipper glanced sadly down at the sick lemur.
Mort wimpered. "Cold and heartless. Cold and heartless."
"The vraag is, who is he referring to?"
Julien certainly was now cold and heartless. And same with the killer.
a tribute to pinguïn of Madagascar
please commentaar it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
pinguïn of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
kom bij together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I love them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live pinguïn of Madagascar
u will never be forgotten
please commentaar it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
pinguïn of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
kom bij together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I love them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live pinguïn of Madagascar
u will never be forgotten
This is my first fan fiction. Hope u enjoy it! Oh, and if u were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my home pagina could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt of a grocery store. Still, the only good food I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The uithangbord belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my home pagina could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt of a grocery store. Still, the only good food I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The uithangbord belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
