“School is in Session”
April 26, 2014
"Come on, please?" Marlene begged.
"I don't know, Marlene. I mean, when are آپ ever going to have the need to drive, anyway?" Skipper asked.
"Well, um, what if I get in some trouble and need a fast getaway?" she suggested.
"Why would آپ get in trouble for anything?" Skipper pointed out.
Marlene shrugged. "I don't know. Probably for something Julien did," she answered nonchalantly. "Please teach me how to drive?" she begged again while engaging her saddest pouty face.
Skipper sighed. "All right. Hop in," he permitted.
With a celebratory yip, Marlene skipped to the side of the car and sat behind the wheel as Skipper took his place in the passenger seat.
"To turn it on, just —"
"I know that much, Skipper," Marlene said, turning the key in the ignition. "It's just everything afterward."
"Right. Put your foot on the brake, which is the left pedal," Skipper instructed. "Then shift the gear from 'P' for 'park' to 'D' for 'drive' سے طرف کی pulling that stick down."
Marlene did as instructed.
“Good, now gently let off the brake and push on the gas pedal.”
Marlene let off the break, but underestimated the sensitivity of the gas pedal and the car jerked forward. She pressed the brake on impulse, causing her and Skipper to slump back into the seat. She pressed her lips together and slowly turned to Skipper.
“Sorry,” she کہا awkwardly.
Skipper shook his head. “It’s fine, just try again,” he said.
Marlene took a deep breath and pressed the gas gently and the car eased forward.
“All right, so far, so good,” Skipper encouraged. “Now try going a bit faster.”
The car gradually gained speed and Marlene smiled.
“Hey, I’m doing it,” she کہا proudly.
“So آپ are, Marlene,” Skipper concurred with a smile. “Now try taking a right up here.”
Marlene drove to the اگلے intersection and turned the wheel, causing the car to jerk to the right.
“Whoa!” both of them cried as the momentum caused Marlene to pull off the gas and slide into the door, with Skipper sliding into her.
With their faces barely an inch apart, Skipper and Marlene locked eyes for a moment and laughed nervously.
“Sorry,” Marlene کہا breathily.
Skipper fought off a smile. “It’s fine,” he کہا before sliding back into the passenger seat. “Let’s just continue. Just like with the gas pedal, don’t be so rough with the wheel, either. آپ have to slow down a good bit before آپ turn, at least until آپ get a little مزید advanced.”
“All right,” Marlene acknowledged as she positioned herself for another go.
After a few مزید hours of trial and error, Marlene found herself driving the car with ease. Skipper found himself enjoying the ride, no longer worried Marlene would hit a trashcan یا spin out of control.
“How am I doing?” Marlene asked.
“You’ll kill us both,” Skipper کہا with a humorous smile.
Marlene’s jaw dropped and she half-scoffed, half-laughed. “Jerk,” she کہا with a laugh.
“Lady Driver,” Skipper shot back, fighting off a grin.
“Hey!” Marlene exclaimed with a smile. “I will turn this thing around!”
“Well, if you’re gonna do that, at least have the decency to give me a chance to hold on for dear life,” Skipper said, looking over at her.
“Okay, that is it,” Marlene laughed, parking the car and turning to مککا, عجیب الخلقت him in the shoulder.
Skipper grabbed her fist and laughed as she struggled against his strength.
“You — are — such — a — jerk!” Marlene کہا with a grin.
Skipper just laughed and continued to fight her off. Finally, he pushed her back into the car seat.
“Will آپ stop, already?” he asked, chuckling.
Both of them gradually stopped laughing and locked eyes. After a few moments, Skipper nervously smiled and backed off as Marlene cleared her throat awkwardly.
“We should — get the car back to the garage,” Skipper said.
Marlene slid back into the driver seat. “Heh, yeah. We should — do this again,” Marlene suggested, bashfully not meeting his eye.
Skipper kindly smiled and glanced at her. “Absolutely.”
April 26, 2014
"Come on, please?" Marlene begged.
"I don't know, Marlene. I mean, when are آپ ever going to have the need to drive, anyway?" Skipper asked.
"Well, um, what if I get in some trouble and need a fast getaway?" she suggested.
"Why would آپ get in trouble for anything?" Skipper pointed out.
Marlene shrugged. "I don't know. Probably for something Julien did," she answered nonchalantly. "Please teach me how to drive?" she begged again while engaging her saddest pouty face.
Skipper sighed. "All right. Hop in," he permitted.
With a celebratory yip, Marlene skipped to the side of the car and sat behind the wheel as Skipper took his place in the passenger seat.
"To turn it on, just —"
"I know that much, Skipper," Marlene said, turning the key in the ignition. "It's just everything afterward."
"Right. Put your foot on the brake, which is the left pedal," Skipper instructed. "Then shift the gear from 'P' for 'park' to 'D' for 'drive' سے طرف کی pulling that stick down."
Marlene did as instructed.
“Good, now gently let off the brake and push on the gas pedal.”
Marlene let off the break, but underestimated the sensitivity of the gas pedal and the car jerked forward. She pressed the brake on impulse, causing her and Skipper to slump back into the seat. She pressed her lips together and slowly turned to Skipper.
“Sorry,” she کہا awkwardly.
Skipper shook his head. “It’s fine, just try again,” he said.
Marlene took a deep breath and pressed the gas gently and the car eased forward.
“All right, so far, so good,” Skipper encouraged. “Now try going a bit faster.”
The car gradually gained speed and Marlene smiled.
“Hey, I’m doing it,” she کہا proudly.
“So آپ are, Marlene,” Skipper concurred with a smile. “Now try taking a right up here.”
Marlene drove to the اگلے intersection and turned the wheel, causing the car to jerk to the right.
“Whoa!” both of them cried as the momentum caused Marlene to pull off the gas and slide into the door, with Skipper sliding into her.
With their faces barely an inch apart, Skipper and Marlene locked eyes for a moment and laughed nervously.
“Sorry,” Marlene کہا breathily.
Skipper fought off a smile. “It’s fine,” he کہا before sliding back into the passenger seat. “Let’s just continue. Just like with the gas pedal, don’t be so rough with the wheel, either. آپ have to slow down a good bit before آپ turn, at least until آپ get a little مزید advanced.”
“All right,” Marlene acknowledged as she positioned herself for another go.
After a few مزید hours of trial and error, Marlene found herself driving the car with ease. Skipper found himself enjoying the ride, no longer worried Marlene would hit a trashcan یا spin out of control.
“How am I doing?” Marlene asked.
“You’ll kill us both,” Skipper کہا with a humorous smile.
Marlene’s jaw dropped and she half-scoffed, half-laughed. “Jerk,” she کہا with a laugh.
“Lady Driver,” Skipper shot back, fighting off a grin.
“Hey!” Marlene exclaimed with a smile. “I will turn this thing around!”
“Well, if you’re gonna do that, at least have the decency to give me a chance to hold on for dear life,” Skipper said, looking over at her.
“Okay, that is it,” Marlene laughed, parking the car and turning to مککا, عجیب الخلقت him in the shoulder.
Skipper grabbed her fist and laughed as she struggled against his strength.
“You — are — such — a — jerk!” Marlene کہا with a grin.
Skipper just laughed and continued to fight her off. Finally, he pushed her back into the car seat.
“Will آپ stop, already?” he asked, chuckling.
Both of them gradually stopped laughing and locked eyes. After a few moments, Skipper nervously smiled and backed off as Marlene cleared her throat awkwardly.
“We should — get the car back to the garage,” Skipper said.
Marlene slid back into the driver seat. “Heh, yeah. We should — do this again,” Marlene suggested, bashfully not meeting his eye.
Skipper kindly smiled and glanced at her. “Absolutely.”
The penguins were doing their daily cleaning around their HQ. "Hello silly penguins!" king Julien کہا as he walked into their HQ. "Ringtail? What is with the jogging outfit?" "There is a race soon!" "Ok then...Have fun with that." "But آپ don't understand! There are prizes!" " Ooo! CANDY!" Shouted Private. "Fine! We'll take آپ on in a race ringtail. And I can tell آپ that were going to win!" "Hey guys! Did آپ say something about a race?" Asked Marlene.
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ggreen7295 here! So I had this crazyish idea. To celebrate the authors, stories, OCs, and other PoM things created on FF, I wanted to have a "Academy Awardish thing" for آپ guys. Like, there would be categories such as
Best Author
Best Fanfic
Best T rated Fanfic
Best M rated Fanfic
Best Romance
Best Horror
Most Depressing fanfic
Best Humanized fanfic
Best One shot
Yeah those are just the one's off the سب, سب سے اوپر of my head. Of course I can't do this سے طرف کی myself. I need no co workers some other people to help my make decisions. Like first of all... What should we call this? Write a review explaining why آپ should help me do this. Well that's all...Hmm I should write my story... Hey, Xbox! :/ (Must play Borderlands)
Best Author
Best Fanfic
Best T rated Fanfic
Best M rated Fanfic
Best Romance
Best Horror
Most Depressing fanfic
Best Humanized fanfic
Best One shot
Yeah those are just the one's off the سب, سب سے اوپر of my head. Of course I can't do this سے طرف کی myself. I need no co workers some other people to help my make decisions. Like first of all... What should we call this? Write a review explaining why آپ should help me do this. Well that's all...Hmm I should write my story... Hey, Xbox! :/ (Must play Borderlands)