What is Alice doing there?!

( Author's note: I realize there are minor punctuation and capitalization errors. ignore those, and please concentrate on the story.)

“Curse آپ Parker the Platypus!” – A P.o.M پرستار fiction.
August 20th, 2011. Seaville Aqua Fun Park. Staten Island, New York.
Parker the platypus sighed in frustration and utter boredom as he rested his elbows on the stone ledge surrounding his habitat- if آپ could even call it /that/. Did these bozos /actually/ expect him to perform?
“Seaville Aqua Fun Park’s Trained Platypus : Percy!”, the sign above his habitat read. How this place stayed open after...

    I scanned Marlene from head to toe. Her once beautiful eyes were still blank, yet her expression was warped with anger. Her paws were in fists, balled to her sides and she was poised for combat. I’ll admit, Marlene’s extremely attractive when she’s angry—hey, don’t judge me, I’m entitled to an opinion!—but the way she was looking at me at that moment, like she wanted to decorate the room with my insides, never have I longed to see her smile مزید in my life.

    Blowhole must’ve sensed my shock, because his laughter once again pulled...

     Fallout Chapter 2: Following in his Footsteps

Private stepped outside and was greeted سے طرف کی the bright sun. He’s never seen a light so bright before due to the fact he’s lived inside an underground والٹ all his life. His eyes were able to adjust to the bright sunlight, and as soon as he did he saw the outside world. Wasteland, everything around him was destroyed. Roads, nearby houses, the landscape, everything. Private followed the road, thinking it would lead him to where his father is. As he’s waddling, he can’t help but to look at all the destruction around...

I know what you're probably thinking. Why haven't I told her yet? Why haven't I کہا anything to anybody about it? Well, that comes later. Anyway, most of the afternoon isn't that important. It was what happened later on that night that really worried me.

My team and I were away in our bunks, sleeping soundly. Well, at least my team was. Every time I came close to finally drifting into a slumber, I could see Dr. Deranged coming at me with one of those needles and injecting me with some kind of poison. Eventually, I ended up lying on my back staring at the ceiling. I know it's crazy—what reason...

(my first in a series of episode style پرستار fictions. and سے طرف کی that, i mean, the sort of stuff you'd see in an episode)


April 1st, 2013.

The Penguins woke up early that morning. Skipper watched the rest of his team tiredly crawl out of bed. Kowalski was first, followed سے طرف کی Private, and Rico....well, he just sort of rolled out of بستر and hit the floor. He was still asleep.

Several attempts to wake him up were made until Private had the bright idea of placing a مچھلی near Rico's head, intending for him to eat it when the crazed bird woke up, but just before he could place it on the stone floor, Rico's...

Dr Blowhole gazed calmly at the moniters. There was nothing, absolutly NOTHING, going on anywhere. He was starting to get bored. He hadn't schemed against the penguins in a while.
He growled and spun towards the lobsters. There was no plan.

Unless...

Yes. He felt it. It stared at the very corner of his mind and crept slowly along until he was consumed سے طرف کی it. A new plan!
"Lobsters!!" He yelled, smiling slyly.




Dr Blowhole: *singing while slowly driving around the crowd of his lobsters*
I know that your levels of thinking,
are as low as the weakest of tides.
But dull as آپ are, pay attention!...

He was just a پینگوئن, پیںگان with a growing depression. Not a word in the world could take the weight of the infliction off his shoulders. He was a پینگوئن, پیںگان who just needed to run away and have a good cry. But he wouldn't let that happen. He knew he couldn't. I'm a man.I'm a man. He told himself that so many times. Now he walked, head hanging, shoulders drooped. Here could be found no glory, no spirit of freedom, no lack of affliction. Only the mark of an outcast, the weight of regection and hate were seen. Rain clouds were drawn to him overhead. Slowly raindrops began to fall. Not after long rain...

Snackatarium: Take 1

X: This hiding space is not so sweet! >:) *moves salty sweet snacks out of the way to reveal Marlene*

Marlene: Sweet? Really? That's the joke you-I mean, AAAHHH! *jumps away from X's grab*

X: *finds Marlene behind sodas* This spot is fizzed out! >:)

Marlene: Better, but-AAAHHH! *jumps away from X*

X: *kicks over trash can* And that one was-Where is she?

Marlene: I'm not getting in that filthy trash can! >:/

Director: *sigh* I told آپ before, it's just props. It's not real garbage!

Marlene: ...Fine...

Snackatarium: Take 2

X: *finds Marlene behind sodas* This spot is fizzed...

Sorry you, always have to wait so long, I keep struggling to decide what happens اگلے and the it's power outages, exams, etc. All of the sudden my computer won't let me on fanpop and I have to use my dad's computer.

Skipper: Hey, the hatch finally opened!
Marlene: There's the braniac!

They all went for him, but as they jumped 1 سے طرف کی 1 Kowalski paralyzed them. And once the king froze Mort jumped onto his (Skipper's) feet, knowing that Julien can't kick him away now, then he got frozen too.

Julien: Show's آپ for touching the feet!

Kowalski: That's everyone! Wait! I'm missing one!

Skipper: Over here!...

سے طرف کی request of link. Hope آپ enjoy it. :)
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Romantic Guitar: Take 1

Skipper: Somewhere inside that abomination burns some ember of our Marlene. And I know just how to reach it. Rico! گٹار me! Por favor!

Rico: *hacks up guitar*

Skipper: (not realizing that its an electric guitar) *plucks string* *LOUD گٹار SOUND*

Private/Kowalski/Skipper: Aaah! My ears!!!!

Rico: AHHH YEAH!

Director: Rico! Spanish guitar! Not electric!

Kowalski: What about Danish metrics?

Private: No! I think he کہا Famous sitar tactics!

Kowalski: Oh yeah Private! That makes sense!

Skipper: What are we...

“Sorry about that compadre. Not too much I can do about him. Anyway, we are going to help آپ get over this.” Skipper told Kowalski after Julien’s attempted interference. “But how?” Kowalski asked. “Ugh! Enough Kowalski! I’ve had enough of your ‘buts’!” Private suppressed a giggle. “Private! Do آپ have to giggle at every ‘but’ reference?” Skipper asked the young cadet angrily. “Sorry sir.” Private replied. “What do آپ want to do Kowalski?” Skipper asked his lieutenant. “Wallow in self-pity…” Kowalski muttered. Skipper slapped him. “Kowalski! There’s...

Flashback: Take 1

Skipper: "I guess Dr. Blowhole isn't as smart as he thinks he iAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" *small warehouse goes underground*

*penguins wrapped around the spikes*

Private: "I don't think the مونگفلی, مونگ پھلی butte--
Wait! Where's the مونگفلی, مونگ پھلی مکھن winkie?"

Rico: "Wasn't me..."

Private: "Rico! آپ have مونگفلی, مونگ پھلی مکھن on your chin!"

Rico: "Uuuum...would آپ believe coincidence?"

Private: T_T

Flashback: Take 2

Skipper: "I guess Dr. Blowhole isn't as smart as he thinks he iAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" *small warehouse goes underground*

*penguins wrapped around the spikes*

Private: "I don't think the مونگفلی, مونگ پھلی مکھن winkie...

The pengins began to proceed their journey before the sun came up to spare themselves from the blistering sun for awhile. That morning the heat was untoleratentable. سے طرف کی eleven Rico couldn't take walking anymore, so he slid on his belly.


As they inclined up a ہل, لندن Private's eyes randomly began to light up. He daydreamed off into the distance. It wasn't long before Rico and Kowalski joined him in his gaze.


"What are آپ boys looking at? I don't see anything." Skipper questioned.


"Don't آپ see the H.Q.?" Kowalski کہا pointing to nothing.


"No, what are آپ talking about Kowalski? It's a...

Note: This is not the final chapter. There's going to be one یا maybe a couple more. I hope I get مزید تبصرے this time, because last time I didn't get as many تبصرے as anticiapated. Please, comment, if آپ wish, آپ don't have to, though.

The اگلے دن Skipper went fishing again, and Private was alone. Private took the diary and tried to take off from where he had left off.
Dear Diary,
It is the دن before the wedding.
No that wasn't it. He finally reached it.
Dear Diary,
.......................... we decided to name him Private.
Private dropped the book in shock. Then it hit him: his mother's...