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link if آپ would like to access the first chapter.

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Off the Shelf
A Penguins of Madagascar fanfic
Chapter 2: "Career Change"

Liz glanced at her daughter in the back نشست through the rearview mirror of her silver Subaru Outback. "So, have آپ named your little دوستوں yet?"

"Yes." Chelsea held Skipper up. "This is Mr. Penguin." And then held up Marlene. "And this is Mrs. Penguin."

"No, no, sweetie. The brown one is an otter. Remember the story I told آپ in the gift shop?"

"I know she's an otter, Mom. But she changed her name when she got married."

"Married?" Liz said.

"Married?" Skipper and Marlene whispered.

"Mr. پینگوئن, پیںگان and Mrs. پینگوئن, پیںگان are madly in love." The child held Skipper and Marlene سے طرف کی the backs of their heads. "They kiss each other all day!" Beak and lips then collided repeatedly as she moved Skipper back and forth to smooch the وٹر, اوٹار as though he weren't a پینگوئن, پیںگان but a woodpecker.

Liz laughed. "Well, آپ certainly have an interesting imagination." She thought for a moment and then turned the radio on, tuning to a local love songs station.

Chelsea smiled as Lionel Richie and Diana Ross sang about endless love.

A few blocks later, Liz glanced at her fuel gauge as she approached a gas station she sometimes stopped at. She was glad she did—it was nearly on E. "Hope my boss won't mind waiting just a little longer, but I need to stop for gas," she کہا as she put her turn signal on. "Better a few منٹ مزید than not get there at all."

"Can I stop in the bathroom?" Chelsea asked.

Liz turned to her back نشست passenger. "You have to go? Why didn't آپ go at the zoo?"

"I didn't have to go then."

Kids never do. "All right," Liz said. "I'll take آپ inside."

A منٹ یا so later, Chelsea set the interspecies couple down in the middle of the back seat, their flippers and arms positioned around each other in an expression of love that knew no taxonomic bounds. She then followed her mother into the gas station.

Skipper let go of Marlene, and Marlene released Skipper. The two stared at each other without a word, فر, سمور and feathers trying and failing to conceal their blushing, both too in shock to realize that they now had an opportunity to get away from the humans early.

After a full minute, the پینگوئن, پیںگان finally broke the silence. "Well, that happened," he said. He didn't اقدام at all.

"Yes," Marlene said, still not blinking. "Yes, it did."

They stared at each other for about twenty سیکنڈ مزید until they simultaneously burst into laughter.

Skipper playfully poked Marlene's arm. "Mrs. Penguin!" he said, barely able to breathe. "You're my—you're my wife!"

"We kiss each other all day!" Marlene added, laughter tears filling up her eyes. "All day! It's all we do!"

"There aren't enough hours in the دن for all our kissing, Marlene!"

"We'd need a thousand lifetimes because we're so madly in love!"

"Ha! Oh, Marlene, my sides are splitting!"

"My lips are splitting, what with all our kissing!"

Skipper smacked a flipper against the نشست of the car. "Stop it! Stop it! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

After a منٹ یا so, they were able to bring their laughter under control.

Marlene licked her lips. "Actually, I think my bottom lip is splitting a little. I know that a kiss can be called a peck, but kissing shouldn't really involve actual pecking like that."

"Let me see."

Marlene opened her mouth and pulled her lower lip down slightly.

"It's not too bad. Just a small cut. I'll be مزید careful اگلے time, Mrs. Penguin."

Marlene laughed lightly. "Well, as awkward as that was, if I have to be paired with another stuffed animal سے طرف کی a little girl, at least it's with you. I'm so glad it wasn't Julien who went into the Zoovenir دکان after me."

Skipper nodded. "I hear you. But that kid's gotta go easy on us before we end up with a son named Harry."

"Harry?"

"Do آپ have a better name for a potter?"

"A what?" She thought for a few سیکنڈ and then it came to her. She shook her head. "No, no, no! That's not even possible! We're adopting!"

The car doors opened, and Skipper and Marlene quickly embraced each other just like Chelsea had left them. They closed their mouths and kept their eyes open.

Chelsea sat down in her booster seat. She patted Skipper and Marlene on their heads but otherwise let them be for the moment.

Liz turned around to check that Chelsea's نشست بیلٹ, پٹی was buckled and then started the car. The radio came back on, about two منٹ into Savage Garden's "I Knew I Loved You." Two مزید songs followed, Johnny Rivers's "Swayin' to the موسیقی (Slow Dancin')" and Faith Hill's "This Kiss," before the station went to a commercial break.

"Borough's Best Automatic Car Wash isn't just a name," a man کہا to begin the first commercial. His voice was deep and tough, but he was trying to sound friendly.

"Hey, it's my boss!" Liz said. She turned up the volume a little.

"Our KomondorKlean brushes remove مزید dirt with a gentler touch."

Suddenly, Skipper felt a feeling in his gut he hadn't felt since Alice had mixed up the fish and the spoiled fish buckets. He glanced at Chelsea for a moment to be sure she wasn't looking at them and then looked back at Marlene. "Something's wrong, Marlene," he whispered.

"What?" Marlene asked.

"That voice. I know that—"

"Tell them Mr. X sent آپ and receive a free upgrade when آپ purchase a bronze یا silver wash."

Skipper nearly jumped as his suspicions were confirmed. "Officer X! He changed careers again! This changes everything. We can't wait until tonight to get away. We'll have to knock them out at a red light and escape now."

Marlene's eyes widened. "What! آپ can't do that. آپ can't knock out a little girl. Especially not a sweet one who loves us."

"She'll be fine. Kids are very resilient."

"Skipper!"

"I'll be gentle."

Marlene let out a little growl and grabbed Skipper سے طرف کی the neck. "And let me be gentle. Don't do it یا Mrs. پینگوئن, پیںگان will file for divorce."

Suddenly, the car stopped. In their disagreement over tactics, Skipper and Marlene hadn't noticed that the car had already pulled into the car wash parking lot.

Marlene gripped Skipper tighter and shook him. "Skipper! We're here! What do we do?"

"We have no choice. Looks like I'll be paying آپ half my مچھلی in alimony."

Marlene sighed. "I'll do it."

"What?"

"You can't hit girls, Skipper. But I can."

"Marlene, آپ have no experience with—"

Whack.

Whack.

Plop.

Plop.

"Well, uh," Skipper said, "I guess now آپ do have experience."

"Don't worry," Marlene کہا as she pulled on the door handle, "I was gentle, and kids are very resilient. They'll be conscious again in half an hour." She pushed the door open. "Let's go!"

Marlene and Skipper jumped out the left rear door.

The first thing they saw were his boots.

The former animal control officer, former exterminator, former temporary zookeeper, former fishmonger, former convenience store clerk, former dentist, former florist, and current car wash manager couldn't believe his eyes. "I hate the zoo."

"Run!" Skipper yelled. The two took off toward the street.

X started after them, pulling a squeegee out from behind his back. "Every job! Every time! But not anymore!" He wound up his arm and released the squeegee; it struck the fleeing پینگوئن, پیںگان and otter, knocking them down, before returning to X like a boomerang. He laughed as he went over to the animals, who were conscious but dazed. "We have the best automatic car wash in the borough—it's in our name—but sometimes a good پرانے زمانے, قدیم شکل squeegee is all آپ really need."

Skipper and Marlene could offer no resistance as X picked them up.

"This اگلے part really sucks," X said.

Through blurry vision, Skipper could see that X was carrying them toward a row of vacuums. The پینگوئن, پیںگان groaned, half from the cheap pun and half from the squeegee strike.

"Free vacuum with every wash," the man of many careers کہا as he grabbed the hose on one of the vacuums. With a quick button press, the unit roared to life with industrial-strength suction power. The motor strained only slightly when instead of air being sucked through the nozzle, a penguin's back was sucked against it, preventing escape. X set Skipper down—he couldn't اقدام beyond the length of the hose—and did the same with Marlene with a vacuum three units down from the one Skipper was attached to, preventing any possibility of the two working together to free each other. "That ought to hold آپ until animal control arrives to see I'm not crazy—I mean, to give me my old job back. And to take آپ away!" He pulled out his smartphone and started to dial Supervisor Eubanks's direct line but then stopped and opened the camera app instead. If anything happened before animal control arrived, this time he would at least have proof.

He was about to take a picture when something metal crashed behind him. He turned around.

Six blue eyes stared from the سب, سب سے اوپر of the storm drain at what was in front of them. A pair of sunglasses stared back.

"Kowalski," Private said, "isn't that former animal control officer, former exterminator, former dentist—"

Private suddenly found Kowalski's flipper in his beak. "Don't say the D-word, Private," the dentophobic پینگوئن, پیںگان said. "But yes, it's him."

"The reinforcements!" X shouted as he charged toward the three penguins in the drain. He pulled out his squeegee again and launched it.

Kowalski and Private ducked for cover. Rico just opened his beak and swallowed the squeegee.

And then regurgitated a chainsaw.

X stopped dead in his tracks.

"Private," Kowalski said, "go help Skipper and Marlene. Rico and I will take care of the former oral butcher."

Private nodded. "Got it."

Kowalski and Rico jumped out of the drain, and Rico tossed Kowalski a crowbar. They took two steps toward X, and X took off toward the entrance of the main building.

He was almost there when an elderly man standing سے طرف کی the door gripped the door handle. X knew him—he was a regular on Tuesdays. He was frail and moved like a sloth and probably should have دیا up driving a decade ago, but he loved to brag at the senior center about having the shiniest car in the parking lot.

It would be another three منٹ before old Edgar, age ninety-eight, would make it all the way into the building. There would be no escaping inside for X from the two weapon-wielding penguins right behind him.

"Kowalski! Rico!" Skipper shouted to them, now free of the vacuum. "Forget him! Let's blow this popsicle stand—er, car wash!"

Rico revved his chainsaw menacingly at X one last time and then he and Kowalski followed the others down the storm drain.

"I hate the zoo," X repeated as Rico pulled the grate back over the drain. He would normally pursue, but he knew Liz and Chelsea were waiting for him. He looked toward Edgar for a moment, who had managed to open the door about a foot and was staring at him. "Afternoon, Edgar," he کہا with a small wave.

"Afternoon," Edgar said.

"You're probably wondering what just happened here."

The old man laughed as well as he could with his chronic shortness of breath. "Nah. I fought the penguins in the war."

♦ ♦ ♦

Skipper climbed into the penguins' گلابی car, joining Marlene and Private in the back seat. "Excellent timing, boys! آپ really saved Marlene's and my tail feathers back there."

"It was a true team effort," Kowalski said. "Private's observations through binoculars, my expert analysis, and Rico's mad driving through the sewer system all got us here. X was a surprise, but he's always a surprise."

"You'd think in all this time آپ would've come up with an X detector یا something. Get on that, will you?"

Marlene sighed.

"Hey," Skipper said, "I don't like that sound. What's wrong, Marlene?"

"We need to go back."

Skipper's eyes widened. "What! آپ want to go back up there? With X? I'm sure سے طرف کی now he's found another squeegee. یا worse. Much, much worse. Besides, he's probably already found that Chelsea and her mother are unconscious in the car, and he knows we're responsible."

"Chelsea is exactly why we have to go back up there, Skipper."

"Huh?"

"That little girl didn't do anything wrong, but she's going to feel so sad in a short time when she wakes up and finds her new stuffed دوستوں are gone. She loves us. I don't want her to be sad."

"I don't want her to be sad either, but we can't go live with her. We're not stuffed toys."

"We don't have to go live with her, Skipper. But I do know something we can do. And how to get X out of the way."

Skipper was still hesitant. "I don't know."

"What if I gave it a cool mission name?"

♦ ♦ ♦

منٹ later, behind the dumpster کی, ڈمپسٹر of the پیزا restaurant that was اگلے to the car wash, The One and Only Ray's Pizza, Private sat down in the driver's نشست of the penguins' car.

"Any questions?" Marlene asked.

Private pulled a pair of goggles over his eyes. "Nope."

"Hey, Private," Skipper said.

Private turned to him. "Yes, Skipper?"

Skipper laughed. "Don't forget to wash behind your earholes!"

Private started the car and began to drive away. Operation: Gentle Touch had officially begun.

In the car wash parking lot اگلے to Liz's car, X had his finger on the 9 button of his phone, beginning to dial 911 after finding his employee and her daughter unconscious inside, when he heard a small motor followed سے طرف کی two short blasts of a car horn. He turned toward the noise, seeing a پینگوئن, پیںگان wearing goggles waving at him from behind the wheel of a گلابی toy car with flowers painted on it. "Penguin! I knew آپ no-good birds were responsible!"

Private tooted the horn twice مزید and then started driving again, heading in the direction of the automatic car wash machine.

"All right, let's move!" Marlene کہا to the others behind the dumpster, seeing that X was now in pursuit of Private in the adjacent parking lot. The others nodded, and they all hurried through the small flowerbed that separated the two properties.

Private stopped the car a few feet into the car wash machine. He jumped out and entered deeper into the machine on foot. X was right on his heels.

"C'mere!" X yelled as he reached for Private, barely missing him as the پینگوئن, پیںگان disappeared behind an eight-foot-tall vertical brush. "You won't wax me this time. That's a three-dollar upgrade."

As X started walking around the brush, Private jumped into it for cover. The long blue and red fibers, shaped and sized like locks of فر, سمور on the corded کوٹ of a "mop dog," hid him well. X passed right سے طرف کی and started walking to the brush across from it.

Like a بادل passing سے طرف کی the sun, the amount of natural light entering the machine suddenly became less. X turned his head toward the car wash entrance as the گیراج door that closed off the machine at night slammed shut. He did the same in the other direction a moment later when the door that closed off the exit came down. "Hey!" the manager yelled as he started running toward the closed exit door.

Private began counting in his head. Forty-five سیکنڈ to get into position. One Winky, two Winky, three Winky, four Winky. Still hidden among the fibers, the پینگوئن, پیںگان began making his way up inside the brush. Eleven Winky, twelve Winky, thirteen Winky. When he reached the top, he emerged from the fibers and sat on سب, سب سے اوپر of the brush. He whistled to draw X's attention.

"There آپ are!" Getting out was no longer a priority. X charged back to the brush and thrust his hands into it, grabbing the brush's core. He shook and shook and shook. When Private didn't fall down, the manager started climbing up.

Forty-three Winky, forty-four Winky, forty-five Winky.

Private jumped down just as the brushes began to rotate and the water jets turned on. Kowalski had been successful hacking the keypad outside that customers used to enter their wash codes.

X would normally say that KomondorKlean brushes have a gentle touch. When he was attached to one, though, all he could say was, "Aaaaaaaahhhh!"

Round and round and round he went, blasted سے طرف کی streams of water with each revolution. Fifteen terrifying سیکنڈ passed before the brush released him, flinging him off as if he were mud on a Jeep. He landed farther down the car wash, in a space where no brushes یا water jets touched him.

Not that he would know, however, since he was no longer conscious.

Private looked at X for a moment and then waddled back to where he had parked the car سے طرف کی the entrance, being careful to avoid becoming entangled in any machinery himself. He blew the horn twice, and Skipper and Marlene opened the entrance door. Private put the car in reverse and drove out.

"Great work being the bait, Private," Marlene کہا as she walked up to the car.

"As always, soldier," Skipper added.

"Thanks," Private replied.

"I have to ask," Skipper said. "How were his puns?"

"He made only one. He said, 'You won't wax me this time. That's a three-dollar upgrade.'"

Skipper put a flipper to his lower beak. "Hmm. It's a little better than the vacuum one he made to Marlene and me earlier, but still pretty weak."

Kowalski turned to Skipper. "Actually, Skipper, the joke's on him. My hacking set the car wash to run every available option. Undercarriage wash. Tire shine. The wax is being applied right about . . . now."

Skipper laughed. "Good thing he wears sunglasses to protect his vision from his shiny new look!"

"Rico," Private said, "did آپ finish your part of the mission?"

Rico mumbled and gestured that he had regurgitated a plush پینگوئن, پیںگان and a plush وٹر, اوٹار for Chelsea and put them in the unconscious child's arms.

"Well," Skipper said, "we don't have long here. The little girl and her mother are going to wake up any minute. Let's go."

The penguins and Marlene climbed into the car. Private remained in the driver's seat, with Skipper اگلے to him and Kowalski, Rico, and Marlene in the back. The وٹر, اوٹار waved goodbye to the sweet girl who would soon wake up as they drove past Liz's car on the way out of the parking lot.

As Private stopped at the end of the driveway, a city bus was driving سے طرف کی on the same side of the street. "Hey look, Marlene!" he said, pointing at the bus after noticing the ad that was on the side of it. "Isn't that—"

Skipper's left flipper cut off Private and his right stretched to the back نشست to cover Marlene's eyes. "Nope."

"Hey, c'mon," Marlene کہا as she pushed Skipper's flipper away. "Let me see."

The bus had already passed, but the back had an ad for the same advertiser as the one on the side. It was still close enough for Marlene to make out the most important words. And the man's face.

"Enrico Guitaro!" Marlene exclaimed. "He's coming back to Central Park in June!"

♦ ♦ ♦

Thirty-seven منٹ later, X opened his eyes. His vision was a bit blurry, but he could feel that he was sitting down somewhere comfortable.

"Mr. X!" Liz said. "Are آپ all right?"

X rubbed his head. It felt sore. And . . . waxy? "Liz? Where am I?"

"You're in my car. A customer found آپ passed out in the car wash, and he and I carried آپ here. What happened?"

As his vision began to unblur, he saw Chelsea standing اگلے to her mother, holding her toys. He jumped a little in his seat. "The penguins! The penguins! And the otter!"

Liz pointed at the stuffed bird. "There's just one penguin. Chelsea's souvenir from the zoo. آپ hit your head pretty hard; you're probably seeing double."

"Four penguins!"

"Or quadruple. Just relax. The paramedics should be here any منٹ now."

Chelsea was too young to understand everything that was going on around her, but seeing her mother's boss that way filled her with confusion and worry. She hugged her پینگوئن, پیںگان and وٹر, اوٹار extra tight for comfort.

Boiiiing!

Maybe a little too tightly.

"Aaahh!" X shouted as the head of a plush وٹر, اوٹار struck his chest and bounced into his lap.

Chelsea gasped. "Sorry, Mr. X! I didn't mean to!"

Liz looked at the plush وٹر, اوٹار head in her boss's lap and then at the now-decapitated plush وٹر, اوٹار in her daughter's hands, a vibrating spring where a neck used to be. "Oh, honey. I'm so sorry. I really thought they were making better-quality otters now." She thought for a moment. "It won't be easy, but I might be able to fix her. Commence Operation: Sewing Kit!"

Chelsea looked up at her, confused. "Huh?"

"Call me crazy, but Mr. پینگوئن, پیںگان strikes me as a military man," Liz کہا with a smile as she pointed at Chelsea's other plush. "He'd say that difficult things are always less challenging with a good mission name."
posted by Kowalski1321
The reason why I'm writing these again is because, the chapters were too far apart for anyone to read them and I'm now writing them different than last time. And yes I know that that this is the same concept as high moltage but just to make it clear I کریں شائع my old ones before High Moltage was even annouced. I hope آپ enjoy.

----Chapter 1 Introduction----

It was normal sunny Sunday morning at the Central Park zoo, and Kowalski had something important to do. Kowalski: " All right, everyone get out." Skipper: "Whoa! Hold on there. Before آپ can kick people out of their own house's, you've got...
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Chapter 2: A Mistaken Chosen One

Once again, Private wrote down everything about the dream again. Who is this close person that will be mistakenly picked as the chosen one? he thought. He hid it under his تکیا and went to sleep again.

Later in the morning, Messenger Xai Lang arrived. "Mail for Skipper."he said. Xai Lang dropped the scroll and then flew away. Then, Skipper got it. He opened it and read to see a happy news.

Dear Skipper,

Congratulations! آپ are chosen to be the chosen one according to your ascendants. آپ will fight, die and save the world. Leave your city tomorrow. Once again,...
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posted by Skiparah
I eventually found out why they called the ship 'The Green Bucket'. After a few days I was as sick as a dog. What's worse I had to stay down in the ships' hold where no one on board could see me. After a few days spent in a rocking کشتی I either got used to it یا just simply ran out of stuff to barf up. Either way, I felt a bit better after while. Then one unexpecting morning some wise crack came down into the hold to my level. Let me just say he wasn't standing up down there too much. Every time he'd wake up I'd ذائقہ, مارنا him into اگلے tuesday. Finally I had to start hitting the other eye because...
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posted by Skiparah
I saw the sun flash off of the چھری and into my eyes. I clamped my eyes shut and waiting for my life to end. Nothing happened. I opened my eyes to find Hans staring at me with resentment in his eyes. "What's the matter Hans? You'd rather turn me in?" I scoffed. It's not like I wanted to get killed سے طرف کی this demented dane, but I was a bit confused at him. He sat up, "Skipper..I can't kill you..you're the only friend still alive." he admitted with a sob I knew was fake. I narrowed my eyes in paranoid suspicion.
"Hans, let me get this straight. آپ set me up as though I had actually KILLED one of...
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The tallest and the smartest پینگوئن, پیںگان locked himself in his lab again. Not always is he the sharpest چھری in the drawer. He tried drilling the door but last time he did this, he was stupid enough to replace the door with one of the hardest material know to man.

“Dang it!” Kowalski کہا drilling the door. It didn't even make a dent in the door. “Why did I even use this material??”

“Alright time for another theory.” Kowalski picked up one of Rico's آگ کے, آگ guns that he was making modifications to and adding مزید tools to use. “Fire in the hole!” Kowalski yelled blasting the door....
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Skipper, the brave fierce leader, کہا he would never cry. Obviously, he hadn't had this happen yet. On the ground infront of him was the craziest پینگوئن, پیںگان of them all Rico. His fallen comrad was to injured to be fixed.

"Rico!" Skipper کہا shaking the wounded penguin. "Don't آپ dare die on me! Be strong!"

Rico's eyes looked like they were glued shut. They wouldn't open no matter what. Blood from where the lazer had hit him. "Rico please!"

"Well Peng-you-in." The phychotic Dr.Blowhole smirked, moving اگلے to the very depressed penguin. "Looks like your team is one short. Once again I have become...
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posted by peacebaby7
    The penguins were now making their way through the streets of New York. Skipper was on point, signaling for his men to go when the time was right. So far so good. Not a soul has seen them yet…well…except for a rottweiler کا, روٹویلر that an unfortunate dog-walker had to deal with as it barked for what seemed like forever.

    Skipper made another signal for the other three to pass. Kowalski constantly stumbled over his feet, considering he didn’t remember any of the training he’d had. But Private, being as concerned as expected from the young cadet, was...
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posted by legendary7
While the other penguins fished on the boat, Private sat on the dock, sticking his feet in the water. The پینگوئن, پیںگان felt the مچھلی dash under his legs. A gust of wind nearly blew him over, scattering his Peanutbutter Winkies out of their bag.
Something smooth bumped his legs. Squinting, he peered into the water. An unfamiliar face stared into his. It was deeply sadden and filled with despair. The eyes were unforgettably a milky white. She was an astonishing creature.
Private was stunned. The rest of the team noticed.
"Private, آپ okay, over there?" Skipper called.
The shivering پینگوئن, پیںگان didn't and...
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posted by Skiparah
Not many guys think about what it would be like to be utterly bored. Some don't even know the feeling. I recall a few dull momments in my chickhood, but the boredom I was under was ridiculas. I'd undergone torture in the battle station, but I was sure that, that night in that cell had to be the worst torture yet. It's bad enough to have to sleep on the cold, wet floor with nothing to do, no one to talk to, and only the rats to keep آپ company, but when the gaurd starts singing..sweet mother macarthur I think that's got to be well exceding agony. He wasn't a talented singer either. He was awful....
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posted by SuperRico
The Lemurs' conversation 

Julien: Maurice, I wanna اسموتھی, سموتی so gimme!

Maurice: Coming right up. *starts blender*

Ten سیکنڈ later…

Julien: Maurice! Where is my smoothie! What part of gimme do آپ not understand?! Gim یا Me!

Maurice: آپ asked ten سیکنڈ ago. It takes up to two منٹ to make a smoothie.

Julien: Then do it as quickly as آپ can!

Maurice: *puts کیلا in the blender* Okay, your majesty.

Mort: Can I help?

Maurice: Just stay away from Julien's feet.

Mort: I'll try! *runs over and hugs the Julien's feet* Oops! 

Julien: Maurice! Get him off me!

Maurice: I thought آپ wanted a smoothie....
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Finally the lights flashed on, and without having any contact with the door, Skipper and Private witnessed it slam open before their own eyes. "Come on," Skipper said. "No, no, I can't go in there! No!" Private whined like he was in a trance. Skipper grasped his flipper, and dragged him inside. Skipper kept his grip tight until he found Kowalski and Rico سے طرف کی the stairs. "Are آپ both all right?!" Skipper asked startled. "Yes, but something happened in the basement." Kowalski کہا out of breath. "All right, Rico, take Private upstairs and keep an eye on him. Kowalski, you're coming with me."...
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posted by Skiparah
I remember that still moment when near father and son gazed into each other's eyes. Leeland's gray eyes were filled with so many emotions I could hardly understand; yet I had quite a few feelings milling around inside of me as well. Leeland seemed as though he could almost say, 'What the heck..' Then he really DID say it. His voice trailed off and his beak کہا something inaudible. I looked down at my blood-stained feathers. Then it hit me. This looked perfectly clear that I'd killed the general. I knew full well that I hadn't, but Leeland and his armed companions didn't know so. I didn't have...
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Still Skipper's View

"Yes!" the man cried. "I knew it! Time is frozen!"
I tell سے طرف کی tone on voice that the man was Kowalski.
"Hey, how did I get all the way up here?" the man (Kowalski) asked himself. 
He pulled up his new hand and looked at it. 
"Ahhh!! Fingers!" he screamed.
"Told ya it wasn't the Stopwatch," Johnson said, who had got out of a bunk.
"And that is why آپ shouldn't disobey my orders," I joked. 
By now, we were all out of our hiding spaces. 
"Stop making all those weird noises, Skipper and Johnson," Kowalski said. "I can't understand a word آپ two are saying!"
"Of course!" Ivy said....
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posted by Skiparah
I looked around the clearing. My eyes falling on a black and white form beside me. He was soaked in blood. I put a flipper on the penguin's chest. He was dead as doornail. I couldn't have been wrong. I'd kissed death before. I knew death when it was present in a body. And it was in this penguin's body. I shivered. Who had killed him? Then it hit me like a tidal wave. Where was Hans? Had he been shot too? I looked around. No one was there. I got to my feet and walked a distance. If Hans had been shot surely he wouldn't have gotton this far. Then another thought entered my mind. I froze. Was...
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posted by peacebaby7
Alex & Maurice...

Alex & Maurice raced through the jungle, following the sound of the weeping. The sound grew slightly louder the closer they got. They finally stopped when they realized that they heard the weeping coming from behind them. "Alex! How could we have missed him? Mort! Where are you?!" Maurice کہا as they turned around & began walking in the other direction. "I am here!" They heard Mort cry, but they still did not see him. "Mort! Where are you!? We still can't see you!" Maurice yelled. "I am in this hole & I can't get out!"

Alex & Maurice found where Mort was....
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posted by queenpalm
I did not make this up. It is in a book I bought.

To play: fill in the spaces with the word it tells آپ to, then use those same words to fill in the story in the same order.

Plural noun ________
Adjective __________
Part of the body______
Adjective ___________
Noun ______________
Adjective ___________
Noun ______________
Adjective ___________
Adjective ___________
Plural noun__________
Adjective ___________
Noun ______________
Adjective ___________
Plural noun__________
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Now to start the story:

Meet the Penguins

Skipper, Kowalski, Private, and Rico may look like four cuddly ________- but ...
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posted by peacebaby7
Antarctica

Skipper: "I don't know what you'r--"

Private: *--brings fist around & wallops Skipper*

Skipper: *blocks اگلے punch* "What are آپ doing!? Explain yourself!"

Private: *starts fight*

*Skipper & Private begin fighting*

Skipper: *pins Private* "Explain yourself!!!"

Private: "You were there! It's all your fault!"

Skipper: "I was where!? Private! I still don't know what you're talking about!"

Private: "You were there! When my mother died! If آپ hadn't been there she'd still be alive!"

Skipper: "Look, kid! I don't know what you're talking about! I wasn't even conscious when my parents died!"...
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posted by peacebaby7
Antarctica

The Flock's Return

*hiding in an old abandoned home, the trio of penguins watch the penguins coming into the living grounds*

*all whispering*

Kowalski: "Hey! There's my parents! And...They're..."

Skipper: *looks* "Oh. I'm sorry, amigo."

*they see Kowalski's parents holding another hatchling*

Rico: "Hey! Therine!" (Translation: "Hey! There's mine!") *starts to go to them, but stops when Lithia & Jordan start laughing*

Kowalski: "I'm sorry, Rico. I know how آپ feel."

Skipper: "Hey! Don't look so upset! There's gotta be another explanation for this...I'm sure they still mis--"

Kowalski:...
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posted by peacebaby7
Antarctica

The Feeding Grounds...

Private: *sits isolated from the group, looking at the water, thinking*

I can't believe this happened. I lost my Dad before I even knew him...Now my Mom is gone too. All I have left is Uncle Nigel. And he's gone most of the time. I wonder what happened to her--WAIT! I don't even want to know. Why? Why did آپ have to go. Why couldn't آپ have stayed. I wish آپ were here. Oh, how I wish آپ were here....

Steve: "Hey, Private. آپ feel like playing?"

Private: "Sorry guys. I'm just not in the mood right now. Maybe later."

Jake: "Hey, sorry about your mom, dude. She...
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posted by peacebaby7
Antarctica

2 Days Before Migration...


*a 15 سال old Rico was waddling along when he heard something...*

KABOOM!

Rico: "Whoa! What was that?!" *curious, he followed where the sound came from*

KABOOM! KABOOM!

Rico: *kept going & stopped suddenly when he saw lights exploding in the sky* "Whoa...Cool..." *he just kept watching when he saw large creatures sending these exploding lights into the sky* "Hey, my mom told me about these beings, they're humans!" *he went back to his ہوم as fast as he could go*

Rico: "Mom! Dad! You'll never believe what I just saw! These exploding lights were in the sky!...
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