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Off the Shelf
A Penguins of Madagascar fanfic
Chapter 1: "Operation: No مزید Foolish Risks"

It was a typical morning at the Central Park Zoo. The birds in the air were singing; their flightless cousins below were smiling and waving. Julien was kicking Mort off his feet; Alice had her feet on her desk. Mason and Phil were playing chess. Leonard was asleep. Marlene was out of her habitat and running toward the Zoovenir shop.

"Well, that's unusual," Private کہا as he saw Marlene بتھ, مرغابی behind a garbage can. She was about three-quarters of the way between her habitat and the Zoovenir دکان entrance.

"I agree, Private," Skipper said, pointing at one of the visitors in front of the پینگوئن, پیںگان habitat. "That is a very strange-looking mustache."

"Not that," Private said, pointing toward Marlene. "That."

Marlene was peeking out from behind the can to see when it was clear enough around her to advance. "Calamari!" Skipper exclaimed. "We all know not to be out of our habitats when there are so many people around! Rico, give me a distraction so I can make an exit."

Rico nodded and then waddled over to the مچھلی bowl. There were twelve herring inside, three intended for each penguin, but Rico swallowed them all in one gulp. سیکنڈ later, he let out a mighty burp that shook the ground like a small earthquake and sent the stench of مچھلی into the air for a fifty-foot radius.

The visitors got one whiff and quickly turned around. "Eww!" "Disgusting!" "Gross!" "My eyes are burning!" they could be heard saying as they covered their noses and hurried away.

Once the visitors were gone, Skipper jumped from the iceberg to the habitat's fence and then down to the ground, where he slid on his belly until he was in front of the Zoovenir shop. He then hid under an A-frame sign near the entrance and waited.

A few سیکنڈ later, Marlene left the cover of the trash receptacle and took off toward the Zoovenir shop's entrance. A visitor had just entered, and the closing door was still open just wide enough for her.

But she never got that far. "Aaahh!" she screamed as she was suddenly grabbed from behind. Her دل began to race.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Skipper کہا as he took her underneath the sign. "Where do آپ think you're going?"

Marlene relaxed a little, relieved that it was only Skipper. She rolled her eyes. "I'm going to send all my secret intel on آپ to that Dr. Holeblow guy. Where does it look like I'm going?"

Skipper eyed her suspiciously.

Marlene sighed. "Relax, Skipper. I'm just going inside the Zoovenir دکان to get my paws on the latest Enrico Guitaro CD before they're all sold out. I've been watching people walk out with copies all morning."

"Enrico Guitaro? Isn't he the Spanish گٹار player we took آپ to see last سال but then آپ turned into a nervous Nellie after one song and we had to go back ہوم and then hunt down your isolated wild side, Littlefoot?"

The وٹر, اوٹار let out a little groan. "Yes, thank آپ for that sensitive exposition. But now I can hear all the songs I missed because the whole کنسرٹ was recorded."

"Well, you'll have to wait until the Zoovenir دکان is closed to get your copy. You'll get caught if آپ go in when there are people around."

"But all the copies might be sold سے طرف کی then!"

"I doubt it. I mean, how مقبول is Spanish گٹار موسیقی anyway?"

Marlene growled.

"Hey! I'm not saying I don't like it. I can play myself, remember?" The پینگوئن, پیںگان thought for a moment. "Tell آپ what. If all the copies have been sold سے طرف کی closing time, the boys and I will find آپ one somewhere else. یا we'll swipe Alice's credit card again and order one from Amazon. Do آپ need anything else? We can get free shipping if we spend مزید than twenty-five dollars. Unless Alice has a Prime account."

"But that's the thing, Skipper. Enrico Guitaro: Live in Central Park is available only at the Zoovenir دکان and in an extremely limited quantity. It's what the sign we're standing under says."

Skipper poked his head out to look at the sign, which had that information written on it in blue liquid chalk along with drawings of a yellow Spanish گٹار and purple musical notes. He pulled his head back in. "OK, OK. But آپ still can't go inside."

Marlene took three steps out from under the sign. "I'll only be a minute!"

Skipper grabbed her arm, halting her progress. "Marlene!"

"Come on, Skipper! What's the worst that could happen?"

"You don't want to know. آپ wouldn't even want to know the second- یا third-worst thing that could happen. But the fourth worst is that آپ get seen سے طرف کی one of the humans, he یا she screams, the other humans start screaming and panicking because they don't know what's going on, Alice comes running and catches آپ with a net if she's having a good دن یا سے طرف کی shooting آپ with a dart if she's having a bad day—and when does she ever have a good day?—you get taken back to your habitat, your habitat gets new security features to prevent آپ from escaping again, Alice decides to inspect all the other habitats at the same time, she discovers our HQ, and—worst of all—she finds my embarrassing collection of cowboy hats, tailless chaps, and other Sheriff Skipper role-playing accessories."

Marlene tried not to laugh. She failed. "Sheriff Skipper. Haha! Really?"

Skipper shot Marlene a look of mild reproach. "Oh, come on. آپ have embarrassing secrets too. Like how آپ like to—"

"Aah!" Skipper's revealing of Marlene's once-private habit was interrupted سے طرف کی something that made the وٹر, اوٹار even مزید uncomfortable. "Another copy that should've been mine!" she کہا as she saw a woman walk out with Enrico's newest album. She then saw a married couple about to enter the shop, the husband pushing a stroller with identical twin boys. "I'm sorry, Skipper, but I've got to go!" She jumped into the storage area at the bottom of the passing stroller before Skipper could stop her again.

"Marlene!" Skipper poked his head out to see if the coast was clear and then entered the دکان directly behind the wife.

"All right, ہاتھی toys, ہاتھی toys," the husband کہا a short distance into the store. "Ah, I think I see some stuffed animals down there." He pushed the stroller a little farther and stopped in front of a long shelf with stuffed animals of all shapes and sizes and species. He turned to his wife. "Oh, and ہاتھی pajamas. Why don't آپ pick out some nice matching ones for the boys, and I'll meet آپ at the counter?"

"OK," she said.

As the woman started to walk away with her husband still looking at her, Skipper knew he was about to be exposed, so he quickly jumped onto the shelf to avoid being seen. Though he was the only living creature there, he blended in well among the Noah's Ark of plush. He knew he'd be safe—he was an average-size penguin, not an unusually small elephant.

It took no مزید than a few moments for the man to pick out identical elephants for his identical boys. He set the toys on the stroller canopy and started to اقدام away.

Achoo!

The man stopped. "Eww," he said. He looked into the stroller and saw that his sons were no longer quite identical, his minutes-older boy now in desperate need of a nose wiping from Daddy.

Hearing the boy sneeze and his father's reaction, Marlene knew the man was going to need a baby wipe. She also knew where the wipes were—inside the stroller's storage area, right under her tail.

Marlene turned to her left and her right, looking for an escape. To her left was the main area of the room; it was the direction from which the father would probably reach in. To her right was the shelf of stuffed animals. She could feel the man's hand just graze the tip of her tail as she jumped out to safety, landing between a plush lion and a plush zebra.

A منٹ passed, the nose was wiped, and the man moved on. As she watched the stroller disappear, Marlene was relieved. She had successfully avoided discovery.

"Aaah!" There was a sudden touch on her shoulder.

"At ease, plushie," Skipper said. "But not too at ease. We've got to stay sharp so no human walks out with one of us as a plaything before we are able to execute our escape plan."

"You have an escape plan?"

"Technically, I have four escape plans, but three of them would inflict heavy collateral damage. We'll talk about them only if they become unavoidable. For now, we're going to go with Operation: No مزید Foolish Risks."

Marlene sighed. She had a feeling Skipper had named his operation after her actions that got them trapped in the Zoovenir دکان in the first place. "I'm sorry, Skipper. I let my love of Spanish گٹار put our safety at risk."

Skipper smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry. We all do crazy things for love. Uh, I mean, don't be so hard on yourself. If unexpected situations didn't happen every دن in our zoo, I'd be stuck in some boring ڈیسک job." He pointed at some plushes toward the rear of the shelf. "Today's operation will be a little on the boring side, though. While our natural پینگوئن, پیںگان and وٹر, اوٹار camouflage works well to blend in with these stuffed toys, we won't last long pretending to be inanimate objects at the front of the shelf. We're just too darn cute. So what we need to do is اقدام to the back of the shelf so we're barely seen if seen at all. We'll then wait patiently until the Zoovenir دکان closes and then we'll be free to leave."

Marlene nodded. "Sounds like a plan." She moved the plush lion over a little so she could start moving back.

Skipper turned around to start moving back himself, but he turned back toward the room when he heard footsteps. "Psst, Marlene. Someone's coming. Keep very still."

Marlene was facing the shelf and her tail was facing the rest of the room. Her body wasn't مزید than a few inches deeper than the lion toy as a mother and her young daughter walked closer.

"Animals!" the brown-haired five-year-old, wearing a mint green T-shirt and blue jeans, کہا as she skipped toward the shelf with arms wide open. She hugged all the creatures in her wingspan not far from where Skipper and Marlene were. "I love you!"

"Aww," the mother کہا as she caught up to her daughter. She had a deep blue T-shirt with a business logo on the back and ھاکی, خاکی pants. "They love آپ too, sweetie. Pick out your پسندیدہ one and I'll buy it for you."

The child started looking through the animals in front of her and picked up a plush لومڑی and a plush rabbit. Unlike all the other toys, these two were wearing clothing. The red fox, a male, was dressed in a green Hawaiian شرٹ, قمیض with a فرن, فارن pattern and the سب, سب سے اوپر button unbuttoned, a loose navy necktie with red and light blue diagonal stripes, and gray pants. He had green eyes that were half shut, a dark purple nose, and a sly expression. The rabbit, a gray-furred female, was wearing a form-fitting police uniform, her شرٹ, قمیض light blue, her pants navy. A سونا badge on her navy bulletproof vest completed the purple-eyed officer's outfit. The girl chuckled. "I guess anyone can be anything."

Suddenly, the mother laughed. "I don't believe it!" She picked up Marlene. "It's one of those old وٹر, اوٹار dolls!"

Her daughter looked up at her, confused. "Huh?" She set the لومڑی and rabbit back on the shelf.

"You were just a baby then, the last time we were here," the mother continued. "I was going to buy آپ one of these وٹر, اوٹار dolls, but—" She squeezed Marlene's chest. "Hmm." She squeezed a few مزید times and then stopped. "Well, the heads on the وٹر, اوٹار dolls back then kept popping off when آپ squeezed them. This one seems to be a better quality." She ran her fingers over Marlene's cheek, inspected the thickness of her "plush," closed and reopened her eyelids, flexed her tail, and wiggled her toes. "Much, much better quality. This وٹر, اوٹار is so realistic that I can almost feel her little heartbeat." She handed Marlene to her daughter. "Would آپ like to take her ہوم with you?"

The little girl hugged Marlene and smiled. When she nodded to her mother, Marlene shot Skipper a look of worry. Sure, the child seemed nice, but Marlene was not some toy!

Skipper kept still but winked in acknowledgement. He had already been thinking about which of his three remaining escape plans to execute from the moment Marlene had been picked up.

Unfortunately, the wink was also a bit misleading—he was currently down to zero. Two of the three required a partner, and there was just no way to brief Marlene in time; the third he had to reject after determining that the plush rabbit police officer carried no real weapons.

He needed a new fourth option, and quick.

He couldn't turn off the lights because the light switch was all the way across the room. The closest آگ کے, آگ alarm he couldn't pull because it was blocked سے طرف کی a rack of T-shirts in a blatant violation of city regulations. He couldn't even let out a stinky مچھلی burp because he didn't have any breakfast that morning.

Skipper then considered his original fourth option—Operation: No مزید Foolish Risks—and how he and Marlene were going to pretend to be stuffed animals at the back of the shelf until it was محفوظ to get away. He realized that the plan could still be salvaged if he redefined objectives. The mission was no longer about preventing himself and Marlene from being purchased; it was now about keeping Marlene محفوظ and preventing her from having to experience the unknown alone.

Quickly, Skipper grabbed a nearby stuffed porcupine that had a 50% off sticker on its head. He peeled the sticker off and stuck it to his own chest. He knew that many humans buy things they don't need when they are on sale. He hoped that this mother would be just as impulsive as he rolled off the shelf, landing between the two humans with a definite thud but no broken bones.

The mother laughed as she bent down to pick Skipper up. "Aw, poor little guy! آپ thought آپ could fly, didn't you?"

"Huh?" the daughter said.

"Penguins," the mother کہا as she held Skipper in front of her daughter, "are flightless birds." She flapped Skipper's flippers up and down. "They use their wings for swimming, not for flying."

The girl giggled. "He looks so cute when آپ do that, Mom." She tucked Marlene under her arm and took Skipper from her mother. "Cute and cuddly." She hugged the penguin. "Can I have him too?"

The mother shook her head. "Sorry, Chelsea. آپ can only have one stuffed animal. You'll have to choose."

Chelsea stopped hugging Skipper and held him in her left hand. She held Marlene in her right. She was about to start thinking about which one she wanted مزید when her mother took Skipper away.

"What?" Chelsea asked.

"This پینگوئن, پیںگان is half off," she said, looking at the sticker. She thought for a moment. "Tell آپ what. آپ can have both on one condition."

"Uh-huh."

"Bedtime means bedtime. No fussing."

Seven thirty still seemed too early when there was so much left to see and talk about and play with each night, but the child agreed. For now. "OK!" she کہا with a smile.

The mother smiled back. "Great," she said. She gently took Marlene from her daughter, exchanging the وٹر, اوٹار for her own hand. "Come on. Let's go pay for your friends."

The line at the counter was short. Just one man was ahead of them, and he was buying only one item—Enrico Guitaro: Live in Central Park. Marlene saw this but kept her feelings to herself, knowing it was an inopportune time to complain.

"Have a good day," the friendly cashier girl said, handing him his receipt. "Enjoy the music. It's his best yet."

Marlene died a little مزید inside.

"Hello," the cashier کہا as the mother and Chelsea stepped up.

"Hi," the mother replied. She set Skipper and Marlene on the counter.

The cashier picked up Marlene first. "Huh, I didn't know we still had any of these." She held Marlene behind the counter and squeezed her—she didn't want to sell a customer a defective product. When Marlene's head stayed on, she reached for her laser scanner and turned Marlene around and then upside down twice. "Huh, no tags," she کہا as she put Marlene back on the counter. She then picked up Skipper and lifted each of his flippers and then turned him upside down. She put him back on the counter too. "No ٹیگز on this one either. Just a discount sticker." She looked at the mother. "You didn't take them off, did you? They don't even have their fiber content tags."

The mother shook her head. "No. I didn't even notice that they were missing."

"Let me see if I can find a پینگوئن, پیںگان and an وٹر, اوٹار plush that I can scan." She left the counter.

About ninety سیکنڈ later, the cashier returned empty-handed. "Looks like آپ found the last وٹر, اوٹار doll and the last پینگوئن, پیںگان of that style." She looked at Chelsea and chuckled. "You're not trying to take ہوم two of our real animals, are you, sweetie?"

The accusation took Chelsea سے طرف کی surprise. Her blush was adorable as she shook her head. "No!"

The cashier chuckled again and then looked back at the mother. "We don't usually sell merchandise without price tags, but I'll give آپ the same price for the وٹر, اوٹار as we're charging for a similarly sized badger—$12.95—and half off the $10.95 the other penguins are being sold for." She pressed some keys on her cash register. "Your total with tax is $20.07."

The mother took out her wallet and handed the cashier a twenty-dollar bill and a dime.

The cashier pressed a few مزید keys before handing the mother three pennies and a receipt. "Would آپ like a bag?"

The mother shook her head. "No thank you. I think my daughter wants to carry them." She handed Skipper and Marlene to Chelsea. "Have a good day."

"Thanks! آپ too."

Chelsea hugged her new دوستوں as she began walking away from the counter with her mother.

"Skipper," Marlene whispered, her mouth barely open as if she were a ventriloquist, "what do we do now?"

"Not to worry, Marlene." Skipper slowly took a breath so Chelsea wouldn't feel it. "You heard the mother: bedtime means bedtime. We'll sneak away tonight after the little girl falls asleep."

The وٹر, اوٹار took a small breath. "Yeah, if we don't get caught. That was pretty close at the cash register."

"We'll be fine as long as we continue to breathe very slowly and quietly around the humans"—he paused for a breath—"and control bodily noises when they can hear us and not blink when they're looking at us."

"That last one's getting a bit hard. She won't stop looking at us."

"I can fix that. Difficult things are always less challenging with a good mission name." He took a breath. "Commence Operation: Staring Contest."

♦ ♦ ♦

"Still no sign of them, Kowalski," Private reported while looking at the Zoovenir دکان through binoculars. Chelsea and her mother then exited the store. "Huh, I didn't know the Zoovenir دکان started ذخیرہ وٹر, اوٹار dolls again." He lowered the binoculars and turned to Kowalski. "Do آپ think Skipper and Marlene are all right? Maybe we should go over to see if they need any help."

"No, we have to stay here, Private," Kowalski replied. "There are too many people right now in the—Did آپ just say 'otter dolls'?"

"That's ri—" Private began as Kowalski grabbed the binoculars from him.

Kowalski scanned the humans near the Zoovenir دکان and focused on Chelsea. "That's not a toy! That is Marlene!" Chelsea then shifted Marlene a little in her arms, revealing that the وٹر, اوٹار wasn't alone. "And Skipper too! That girl must think they're stuffed animals!"

"Not again! First I get mistaken for a dog chew toy, then Mort accidentally ends up at the factory when his plush toys are recalled, and now this? Kowalski, what do we do?"

"I can come up with a few options, but first I'm going to need your help."

"Absolutely."

"Good." Kowalski stopped looking through the binoculars and held them out for Private. "Hold these, please. I can't get my options board out and hold them at the same time."

Private sighed silently, hoping to do something مزید important, but he took the binoculars as Kowalski pulled out a whiteboard and a marker from the secret space behind his back. The young پینگوئن, پیںگان watched the سیکنڈ in command scribble on his board for a moment and then turned his attention back to the young girl and her mother. They had stopped walking, and the mother had her smartphone out.

Private zoomed the binoculars in on the screen. "'Busy, Liz?' 'Just leaving the zoo with Chelsea.' 'I hate the zoo.' 'What! How can anyone hate the zoo?'"

Kowalski looked up from his board. "What was that, Private?"

"I started looking at the mother and daughter again. The mother is texting with someone. The other person asked if she was busy, and the mother replied that she was just leaving the zoo. The other person apparently doesn't like the zoo."

"Hmm. What else are they saying?"

"Let's see. The other person replied, 'Never mind. I just locked my keys in my car. But I know Mother kept a set when she got a new car and gave me her old one. Any chance آپ can give me a ride to her apartment?' Then the mother said, 'Sure. If there's no traffic, we'll be at the car wash in 20 minutes.' The other person just said, 'Thank آپ so much. See آپ soon.' And now the mother is putting her phone back in her pocket."

"Car wash?" Kowalski said. He paused for a moment and then his eyes lit up. "Private! Quick! What does it say on the back of the mother's shirt?"

"Uh . . ." He zoomed out a little and then zoomed back in just a bit. "Borough's Best Something Something Something."

"What?"

"I can't make it all out, Kowalski. The little girl's blocking the rest of the words." Then, after a moment, "OK, got it! Borough's Best Automatic Car Wash!"

"Yes! She was probably texting with someone she works with." Kowalski wiped away his whiteboard scribbles with a flipper and drew a crude picture of a car with shine lines radiating from it. He turned the board to Private. "I think we have our option."

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posted by Kowalskyman1
 kowalski and marline were in love
kowalski and marline were in love
in the پینگوئن, پیںگان habitat, Skipper is trying to enjoy` his moring cuppa مچھلی joe, but every time he trys for a sip, a horrible wail makes him jump, followed سے طرف کی a series of bangs "agh, rico, private, take care of kowalski, im trying to drink my joe here!!" he moans, and as they open the door to kowalskis lab, they see kowalski سے طرف کی his mixing میز, جدول sobbing, trying to perfect a chemical, but his tears keep dripping into his chemicals and causing an explosions, and he has to try again, rico, thinking its an explosives party, vomits out a stick of dynamite, but before he can throw it, private shakes...
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Put this on fanfiction, on Deviantart...
So I want it here too. c:
But I think it's kind of bad.
And the reason why he killed Manfredi and Johnson is stupid.

Written سے طرف کی me
Translated سے طرف کی my sister
Design about Manfredi and Johnson سے طرف کی LittleEliot


„Skipper please ransom us…" کہا Manfredi afflicted. The chiefpenguin just starred with a shocked face at his two teamcollegues. Should he really give them the death blow? It would be better for both, they didn´t look like someone could save them. But he couldn´t…He couldn´t kill his team collegues!
Why did that dansk snake do that?! He trusted the...
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میز, جدول of Contents:
1. The New Cadet (Drama, Action, Friendship)
2. The End (Suspense, Horror, Drama, Action, Thriller)
3. The مثلث (Suspense, Science Fiction, Action, Thriller, Survival)
4. Skipper 2 (Horror)
5. Argh! (Friendship, Adventure)
6. ہوم (Friendship, Drama, Survival)
7. Transformed Book One: Scattered (Humanized, Science Fiction)
8. Transormed Book Two: Changing (Humanized, Science Fiction, Friendship)
9. Transformed Book Three: Difficulties (Humanized, Drama, Science Fiction)
10. Transformed The Final Book (Humanized, Science Fiction, Drama)
The New Cadet:
The penguins are in for an event,...
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posted by peacebaby7
Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock...

The clock read 2027 hours. Just four hours and thirty-three منٹ until October 31st, Halloween. The zoo was scheduled to be open for only half a دن tomorrow. Children would come in little ghost, ghoul, and goblin costumes, poised to scare the living daylights out of the passerby's.

"Alright boys. What did we talk about?" Skipper asked his team in the HQ.

"Um..." Private began, but Skipper cut him off.

"Remember Private, I don't like it when آپ start your sentences with 'Um'."

"Aye. Sorry Skipper."

"'s alright. Stay frosty. Now back to my question."...
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posted by RockOnPenguin
Skipper stood silently at the edge of the overhang that eventually lead to the pool. The wind was strong, like rocks being thrown at you. Wind being so strong, Skipper still stood there, staring into space.

Kowalski rose from the HQ, giving Skipper a curious look.

"Skipper, what are آپ doing?"

No answer.

"Skipper? Hello? آپ there?" Kowalski asked again.

Still no answer.

"I wonder what's up with him." Kowalski thought.
Kowalski presented Skipper to the others.

"Is Skippah OK?" Private asked with a worried look.

"Not sure what it is, but he's been standing there all morning, just staring into the atmosphere."...
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Dear Readers,
If آپ expected this to be another chapter of Crossroads, I am sorry to say that this is not what آپ expected. The song 'Shadows of the Past' is a song I wrote that has a whole lot to do with the Crossroads story. If you're sick of موسیقی and tired of trying to imagine what the tune may be, I'm not asking آپ to do anything آپ don't want to. If you're in the mood, then سے طرف کی sweet dandy candy I'd say sit back and enjoy it! X3

--
I was a kid with bigger plans and bigger slips than the اگلے guy.
I had some دوستوں who'd trip آپ up, then make for the sky.
Every kid has a time when they...
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posted by legendary7
Kowalski sighed. All Skipper did while Private had left was complain. That night, he was extremely crabby, and when Skipper's not happy, no one dares to be happy یا even tries. Well, it all seemed to be over, since he was heading to بستر so that made the tension on Kowalski ease up.
"Rico, make sure Skipper stays in bed." Kowalski whispered to his compadre. Rico nodded virgorously. Skipper was lying down, drinking دودھ from his mug. Skipper's eyelids grew heavy under his sleeping cap. His eyes blinked for extra seconds.
Rico lightly placed Skipper's mobile over his leader's bunk. He hit each...
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With a certain picture being shown on here for a third time--technically, only part of a picture (with Doris the ڈالفن and Kowalski) as one, but nonetheless, it was still part of the picture, so this counts for that as well--I think this needs to be cleared up for EVERYONE on this site. If آپ know this, great. If آپ don't, here it is simply. The picture for the (possibly) دکھائیں finale "The پینگوئن, پیںگان Who Loved Me" as shown on Bob Schooley's twitter is for Twitter and twitter only! Bob Schooley made it clear that he only wanted it kept on that site and for it not to be anywhere else online....
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The penguins finally made it to JFK International. As they suspected, the power was out. It wasn't hard to sneak through the airport with the civilians distracted with panic, crying children, and others who were demanding their money back for the plane tickets that they obviously couldn't use anymore. Once they made it to the shoreline, Skipper gave the orders. "Okay men! We go in two man teams! Kowalski! آپ and Rico scope out the-" Chink! "What was that?" Kowalski's eyes widened. "Skipper! Behind yo-"

It was too late. The small object that had fallen behind Skipper erupted, a white gas released...
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A سیکنڈ later, he is out of my flippers in a dash. I glance down to my feet. He's gone. Fear bubbles inside my body, but soon ceases as I hear a jolly giggle.
"Wh-" I stare down to my left, bending over. Another cackle cuts off my sentence. Hiding behind my right leg, Private grins from earhole to earhole.
"I wonder where Private went. Hmmmm. Is he over … here?!" I play along, and quickly turn my head. He's not there.
"Huh?" I ponder, but once again his laughter makes me smile. I just know he's behind the other one.
I take a step آگے and turn around, catching him off guard. I سوئنگ, جھول down,...
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Don't worry...there's a translation.
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(Malaysian Version)

Apa palang pintu ialah?

Oleh haiwan Tengah taman Zoo (kecuali untuk پینگوئن, پیںگان dan lemur)

Apakah raket?
Apakah derapan?
Kami berada di bawah seranganIa adalah satu perkara hidup atau mati

Saya adalah impian kacang dalam tidur nyenyak
Saya mendengar apa yang saya percaya menjadi jeritan
Bahawa bukan saya yang Bada
Hei yo saya adalah adil, Terkejut!

Tetapi apakah cahaya ini
Di tengah-tengah malam
Anda mempunyai di sisi andaIa belakang saya
Apa palang pintu ialah?
Apa palang pintu ialah?

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posted by Skiparah
I slowed my pace, but I could hear wing-beats and heavy footsteps behind me. I looked over my shoulder. Hans was hot on my trail, anger and hatred burning in his eyes. Further behind him were at least two-dozen guards. I couldn't stop here. I sped up, kicking the pavement behind me with my feet. I ducked underneath a vehicle as it sped by. I swear it just about made me have an early molt. I focussed ahead, forgetting the truck. A lady's high-heeled feet stood in my way. I braced myself, shooting like a blackand white bullet right between her legs. The woman shrieked like a headless chicken...
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posted by legendary7
Private's سوال stung. It seemed as if she hadn't anticipated him asking. She closed her eyes and reminisced painfully. A کڑوا, تلخ taste formed in her beak. It was like she could feel the cold hands grasping her again.
"Scientists," She answered simply, covering up her past.
"What intentions would they have in caging up a پینگوئن, پیںگان in a lab for years?" Private wondered naïvely. Skipper elbowed Kowalski in the ribs.
"Uh… I'll explain later, Private." Kowalski said.
"No, it's fine. آپ see, there are some scientists. Evil scientists, who test chemicals out on animals. Sometimes, like in my case,...
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The men storm in. I peek from under the dangling sheets under my bed. They تقسیم, الگ کریں up.
"We know you're in here, kid. If we have to come, and find آپ it's going to be a very long and painful death." He warns, and inches closer to the bed. "You're hiding like a coward, but we'll gut آپ like a fish!" He says slicing the sheet.
No one's there. I breathe a sigh of relief from beneath the other bed. I hear them march out. As I wriggle out from under the bed.
A strange feeling of heat touches my face. In the corner, is a glowing light. I stagger over, following the hot light. There I see something...
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June 27, 2004
1352 Hours


    Amanda was in her bathroom in her and her husband’s London apartment. She was pacing back and forth. She was nervous, not knowing what to expect. She looked at her watch again. The 15 منٹ were up. She picked it up and examined it. She beamed and began crying tears of joy. She couldn’t wait to tell Hans. He was stationed in Denmark at the moment but was scheduled to be back tomorrow afternoon.

1824 Hours

    Amanda was in the living area of her 5th floor apartment reading. She heard the light pattering of rain outside,...
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March 06, 2000
0739 hours


"Hey! Are آپ okay?" Fahlcon crouched low to avoid gunfire, and ran to the man on the ground hidden behind a slope clutching his shoulder. Once he got to him, he lied his gun down and examined his wound. It was deep. He couldn't even see the bullet. Blood covered his entire shoulder and he was sweating. There was sign of infection. "What's your name soldier?" Fahlcon asked. "Hans...Hans Gruber." The man answered. He spoke with a Danish accent. He had dark hair and hazel eyes. Fahlcon swung his رائفل on his back and helped him up. Half carrying him, he managed to get...
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posted by mostar1219
A deserted, wrecked Central Park Zoo was shown and there are screens with Blowhole's face on them. It looked like an apocylyptic wasteland Skipper was talking about a long time ago. A periscope came out of the hole of the پینگوئن, پیںگان habitat. In the پینگوئن, پیںگان HQ, Kowalski put the finishing touches on his new mobile Chronotron.
"Alright, it's complete," Kowalski said.
When Private heard that, he locked every entrance in the HQ so that Blowhole wouldn't hear. He was مزید frightened than usual.
"Are آپ sure this'll help save us?" Skipper asked while punching the دیوار from anger.
"I did some research, Skipper,...
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"Gin." Private کہا as he put his hand of cards on the table. "GAH!" Kowalski exclaimed as he threw his cards on the table. That was the 7th time in a row Private had beaten him. "Oh Kowalski! Don't be a sore loser!" Skipper told him from across the room. He was busy sorting through some classified files. "I'm not a sore loser!" Kowalski told him. "Then why are آپ so upset!?" Skipper asked. Kowalski looked down a little and muttered: "...Because...I just taught him how to play this morning..." Skipper and Rico held back a laugh as best as they could. "Oh...It's not that big a deal Kowalski!"...
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posted by legendary7
As soon as the reached their humble habitat, they entered the lab. Kowalski and Rico were still transporting the creature. She was only about Private's size and age and as thin as paper, but as heavy as Skipper.
"Private, if آپ could roll this examing میز, جدول to us I'd greatly appreciate it. Rico, we're going to lift her up on three." Kowalski strained as they struggled under the weight of the little penguin.
The chubby پینگوئن, پیںگان pushed the میز, جدول in front of his friends.
"Three ... two ........ one!" Kowalski ordered.
The two strong penguins managed to put her soundly on the میز, جدول without awakening...
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posted by NintendoPenguin
(Marlene's POV)

I sat in a corner in my habitat, tears pouring down my face. I was just too depressed to do anything right now. Not even the penguins could cheer me up.

I choked out a sob. No one ever liked me. No one would ever fall for me, no one had, یا ever would even kiss me.

I would always be alone... even in death...

"Marlene?" I heard a voice say.

I looked up and saw Kowalski, the brains of the penguins at the entrance of my habitat. I quickly wiped my tears, and took a breath.

"Hey Kowalski." I said.

"Are آپ okay, Marlene?" He asked, his voice full of concern. "I was walking by, and I heard...
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