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 puffin. He was a part of this team, he belonged to the family.
But now he changed his position and hurted Manfredi and Johnson very bad…too bad… Where did this sudden-change came from?
With shivering moves he walked to both penguins till he stood right in front of them. Johnson weakly smiled and کہا to Skipper „forgive me…" he coughed out a lot of blood „please forgive me that I sometimes was so unbearable…"
Skipper went on his knees now, sat اگلے to both to سہارا up them a little bit. „Johnson, no", noticed Skipper with a sad mood. He couldn´t held back a few tears anymore. „I am the worst man of us two. In addiction I failed as the chiefpenguin. I wasn´t able to محفوظ you…"
„Skipper! آپ are a great chiefpenguin and آپ know that!" noticed Manfredi angry, which was a big mistake. He closed his eyes „gngh…"
That excitement wasn´t good for him. „We have been too careless. آپ teached us always to be alert. We weren´t…" Manfredi sighed quitly. The chinstrap پینگوئن, پیںگان remembered how Hans attacked them…
„You do not have another choice… آپ have to kill them", کہا a cold voice. It was also a puffin. Hans growled. He didn´t like the situation. „give me one reason why I should kill my friend", he کہا angry. He couldn´t move. His flippers and legs were chained. „You know that ordenary آپ are working for us. آپ just betrayed us. It was a mistake that آپ were in this team" noticed the کڑوا, تلخ sound of the voice.
„My suggestion is: kill them and then آپ can go out of here. And if آپ don´t kill them… we have rougher methods, آپ know that exactly", smiled the puffin, پففان evil.
The younger puffin, پففان was starring at him. He was right. He knew that these guys doen´t treat آپ softly. He had to do it. He had to kill Manfredi and Johnson.
„And… Skipper stays well?", Hans asked fearly. Why they wanted to kill Manfredi and Johnson was still a mistery for him. A headnoding confirmed his question. „How… how should I kill them?" The head of the dansk mainbase looked at him. „How?", he had to laugh. „Normally it would be up to آپ but if آپ ask like that…", with this words he pushed a button and the chains were getting off. „There آپ are", he gave a butcher چھری in the flippers of the younger puffin.
Hans starred at the چھری in his fins and had to swallow. Skipper would hate him… „i will be talking through the walkie talkie, as soon as I killed them", he promised and was gone.
Full of thoughts, the atlantic puffin, پففان walked through Kopenhagen, not noticing anything.
The moment was filled too much with sadness. He could just hope, that it would go over fast. The dansk shaked his head. Mourning and making allegations, he could do later. He had to be strong now!
He was waiting around the corner as he heard a known voice. Manfredi and Johnson. The puffin, پففان looked around. Where was Skipper?
But it was better this way. Maybe the chiefpenguin will find them both dead. And he? He would probably run away. But obviously his chiefpenguin would find him also.
„Hans" a friendly voice کہا and took the puffin, پففان out of his thoughts. „Where have آپ been? Skipper is searching for آپ and…" The chinstrap پینگوئن, پیںگان couldn´t finish talking, because Hans pushed his چھری in stomache. Always a little bit deeper inside. „Hans, what…", asked the پینگوئن, پیںگان with a painfull voice.
The puffin, پففان was quiet and pulled out the چھری slowly but safety out of his stomache, while Manfredi went down to earth. He watched the blood coming out of the chinstrap penguin´s stomache and looked at his bloody knife. Manfredis blood…. Again he looked to Manfredi and moved towards him. He placed the knifepeak near his heart. „I will make it fast for you, my friend…", he whispered. But before he could do anything, Johnshon pushed him away. Hans closed his eyes. „Johnson, آپ could have been rest a little longer in آپ shok rigid. That would have made everything a little easier."
Hans stood up again and took the butcherknife in his fins. „What did suddenly happen to you, Hans?", Johnson asked angry. The dansk smiled shortly. „…You have to know… there are are things, that آپ wouldn´t understand." He ran towards Johnson with the چھری in the flippers, but he avoided successfully. He didn´t thought about Manfredi this time, because he layed on the bottom very weakly.
„Well, آپ didn´t give me that easy, what?" grinned the dansk at the yellow-eyed penguin. Johnson was now covered in blood on the floor. He was worse off than Manfredi, who had participated in the struggle from time to time and even got hard injuries.
The puffin, پففان looked first to Manfredi and then to Johnson. The fin of the yellow-eyed پینگوئن, پیںگان got very bruised. It depended on a piece… If the پینگوئن, پیںگان would continue living, آپ would probably have to take off the fin.
"Forgive me, brothers", smiled the puffin, پففان sadly. "I wish it would not have come so far. Now please keep quiet and let آپ redeem."
With the butcher چھری in the fins now he leaned down to Johnson and also wanted to stab… He felt something on his leg caught. "Fredi", he sighed.
"I wanted to make this quick and painless for you. But when you… huh?" What did the chinstrap پینگوئن, پیںگان there? Why did he embrace him? For this moment he couldn´t move.
"What´s wrong with you, Hans? Why are آپ doing that? I thought we were friends. We are brothers. We are like a family. Even one of us is no penguin, but a puffin…" Hans starred at his little brother stunned. "Heh…", the puffin, پففان began to smile. Now he pricked the چھری in Manfredis heart. " Don´t embrace nobody, if he´s holding a چھری in his hands?", grinned Hans. His coldness and his grinning were just there to hide his sadness. "I think no…" He watched as Manfredi fell back on the ground. Now he would finish it. Both were already weak enough. They should not suffer anymore. He went straight to Manfredi… Just to get pushed aside. He let the sword fell down. "nnngh…", he was getting pushed very hard and just rubbed his painfull head. "Skipper…", he noticed very surprised. Why now?! He hoped that his head پینگوئن, پیںگان would stay away a little bit longer…
"There´s just one moment to look at آپ and آپ judge a bloodbath? I want answers, right now!", آپ could see, that the head پینگوئن, پیںگان was really angry. He didn´t expect something like that from the puffin.
The dansk looked around insecure. "I´m sorry, Skipper", he began, "but I already told it Manfredi and Johnson. I can´t tell آپ the reason." He looked again to Manfredi and Johnson. Both will die in a little time. "Goodbye, my friends!"
Without Skipper could prevent something he sprung away. He had to go from here… Normally the head پینگوئن, پیںگان would run after the dansk but he got stopped from Manfredi. "Skipper…no.", babbled the chinstrap پینگوئن, پیںگان quitly. "Please stay with us, at our last minutes…" The head پینگوئن, پیںگان looked to Manfredi shocked. "Last minutes? Manfredi, what are آپ talking? آپ wouldn´t die! I will save you. I won´t admit…" Johnson shook his head very weakly. "We lost too much blood. Our hearts were hit and other organs aggrieved." Johnson choked out blood and looked to Manfredi. He nodded weakly. "You have to do a favour for us… The knife… please ransom us, Skipper…"
"Don´t hate him", sighed the naïve پینگوئن, پیںگان quiet. "I don´t know why he did that. But my feeling says to me, that it was not his fault. He doesn´t seemed happy with the situation and…"
"Not happy?", Skipper broke in angry. "Did آپ look at your injuries? I guess that dansk snake is happy! Almost overhappy , yes! He deceived us and I realised too late, that he played on the wrong side. This….." He stopped talking as he saw Manfredis imploring look and let out a sigh. He could become exasperated with the atlantic puffin, پففان later. That should not happen in front of them both. They seemed to hang still on their comrade.
He looked shocked how Manfredi and Johnson started to cough and spit blood. "This pain…", Manfredi whined. "Please Skipper. Bring it to the end. I don´t know how long it rests, but I think I am speaking for both, if I am saying, that we don´t want to be exposed to the torments any longer.
Again the youngest پینگوئن, پیںگان coughed out a blood gush and Johnson started talking. "We know, that this won´t be easy for you. But we will be thankful for that. Thankful, that آپ are the one, who ransomed us from the torments. Our best head پینگوئن, پیںگان which we could wish", smiled the yellow-eyed پینگوئن, پیںگان weakly.
Skipper looked at them both silently. Why did it come so far? Why did Hans do that to them? He would never get an answer on this question…
He layed down both of them carefully and stood up. He noticed drops. So it began to rain. He stopped in front of the چھری and looked at it. His first murder… and also his last. He always had the attachment not to kill somebody. Even his worst enemy he wouldn´t kill. That he just had to kill his own family hurted him very bad. The head پینگوئن, پیںگان picked up the چھری and turned to his brothers. Once again he went to them and stopped in front of Johnson. He bent slowly آگے and placed the knifepoint at his heart. Tears were rolling down his cheek. "Damned…!" He looked up again. His face was full of tears.
"Even when the headquarter allots me a new team… I will never forget you!", he کہا snivelling. Manfredi and Johnson smiled. "Of course no…As if آپ would forget us", both were laughing weakly, "so much things we messed up." Skipper smiled weakly. "Bye bye, loved brothers!"
The head پینگوئن, پیںگان raised the چھری again to prick faster. Johnson closed his eyes and a smile built on his beak. While the prick he jerked for a moment. Now it was Manfredis turn…
He did it. He killed them both. The پینگوئن, پیںگان starred with big eyes at the dead bodies of his both team members. A desperate scream clung trough Copenhagen…
While this scream the puffin, پففان kept his earholes shut. He was hiding the whole time in front of them and watched everything. The torments of Manfredi and Johnson, how Skipper had to suffer… just everything!
It just broke his heart. Sightly he took his Walkie Talkie. "Hans to the head quarter, the both penguins are done." After he کہا this words he threw away the Walkie Talkie angry. He would not return to the dansk headquarter. He went out of his ambush. He just want to go away. The puffin, پففان took a short look back to Skipper. "The اگلے time we´ll see each other, we will be enemies. But for me, آپ will always stay my friend… my frienemy…"
He wiped away the little tears and disappears.
But if he really could برداشت, ریچھ down these tears…?
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 puffin. He was a part of this team, he belonged to the family.
But now he changed his position and hurted Manfredi and Johnson very bad…too bad… Where did this sudden-change came from?
With shivering moves he walked to both penguins till he stood right in front of them. Johnson weakly smiled and کہا to Skipper „forgive me…" he coughed out a lot of blood „please forgive me that I sometimes was so unbearable…"
Skipper went on his knees now, sat اگلے to both to سہارا up them a little bit. „Johnson, no", noticed Skipper with a sad mood. He couldn´t held back a few tears anymore. „I am the worst man of us two. In addiction I failed as the chiefpenguin. I wasn´t able to محفوظ you…"
„Skipper! آپ are a great chiefpenguin and آپ know that!" noticed Manfredi angry, which was a big mistake. He closed his eyes „gngh…"
That excitement wasn´t good for him. „We have been too careless. آپ teached us always to be alert. We weren´t…" Manfredi sighed quitly. The chinstrap پینگوئن, پیںگان remembered how Hans attacked them…
„You do not have another choice… آپ have to kill them", کہا a cold voice. It was also a puffin. Hans growled. He didn´t like the situation. „give me one reason why I should kill my friend", he کہا angry. He couldn´t move. His flippers and legs were chained. „You know that ordenary آپ are working for us. آپ just betrayed us. It was a mistake that آپ were in this team" noticed the کڑوا, تلخ sound of the voice.
„My suggestion is: kill them and then آپ can go out of here. And if آپ don´t kill them… we have rougher methods, آپ know that exactly", smiled the puffin, پففان evil.
The younger puffin, پففان was starring at him. He was right. He knew that these guys doen´t treat آپ softly. He had to do it. He had to kill Manfredi and Johnson.
„And… Skipper stays well?", Hans asked fearly. Why they wanted to kill Manfredi and Johnson was still a mistery for him. A headnoding confirmed his question. „How… how should I kill them?" The head of the dansk mainbase looked at him. „How?", he had to laugh. „Normally it would be up to آپ but if آپ ask like that…", with this words he pushed a button and the chains were getting off. „There آپ are", he gave a butcher چھری in the flippers of the younger puffin.
Hans starred at the چھری in his fins and had to swallow. Skipper would hate him… „i will be talking through the walkie talkie, as soon as I killed them", he promised and was gone.
Full of thoughts, the atlantic puffin, پففان walked through Kopenhagen, not noticing anything.
The moment was filled too much with sadness. He could just hope, that it would go over fast. The dansk shaked his head. Mourning and making allegations, he could do later. He had to be strong now!
He was waiting around the corner as he heard a known voice. Manfredi and Johnson. The puffin, پففان looked around. Where was Skipper?
But it was better this way. Maybe the chiefpenguin will find them both dead. And he? He would probably run away. But obviously his chiefpenguin would find him also.
„Hans" a friendly voice کہا and took the puffin, پففان out of his thoughts. „Where have آپ been? Skipper is searching for آپ and…" The chinstrap پینگوئن, پیںگان couldn´t finish talking, because Hans pushed his چھری in stomache. Always a little bit deeper inside. „Hans, what…", asked the پینگوئن, پیںگان with a painfull voice.
The puffin, پففان was quiet and pulled out the چھری slowly but safety out of his stomache, while Manfredi went down to earth. He watched the blood coming out of the chinstrap penguin´s stomache and looked at his bloody knife. Manfredis blood…. Again he looked to Manfredi and moved towards him. He placed the knifepeak near his heart. „I will make it fast for you, my friend…", he whispered. But before he could do anything, Johnshon pushed him away. Hans closed his eyes. „Johnson, آپ could have been rest a little longer in آپ shok rigid. That would have made everything a little easier."
Hans stood up again and took the butcherknife in his fins. „What did suddenly happen to you, Hans?", Johnson asked angry. The dansk smiled shortly. „…You have to know… there are are things, that آپ wouldn´t understand." He ran towards Johnson with the چھری in the flippers, but he avoided successfully. He didn´t thought about Manfredi this time, because he layed on the bottom very weakly.
„Well, آپ didn´t give me that easy, what?" grinned the dansk at the yellow-eyed penguin. Johnson was now covered in blood on the floor. He was worse off than Manfredi, who had participated in the struggle from time to time and even got hard injuries.
The puffin, پففان looked first to Manfredi and then to Johnson. The fin of the yellow-eyed پینگوئن, پیںگان got very bruised. It depended on a piece… If the پینگوئن, پیںگان would continue living, آپ would probably have to take off the fin.
"Forgive me, brothers", smiled the puffin, پففان sadly. "I wish it would not have come so far. Now please keep quiet and let آپ redeem."
With the butcher چھری in the fins now he leaned down to Johnson and also wanted to stab… He felt something on his leg caught. "Fredi", he sighed.
"I wanted to make this quick and painless for you. But when you… huh?" What did the chinstrap پینگوئن, پیںگان there? Why did he embrace him? For this moment he couldn´t move.
"What´s wrong with you, Hans? Why are آپ doing that? I thought we were friends. We are brothers. We are like a family. Even one of us is no penguin, but a puffin…" Hans starred at his little brother stunned. "Heh…", the puffin, پففان began to smile. Now he pricked the چھری in Manfredis heart. " Don´t embrace nobody, if he´s holding a چھری in his hands?", grinned Hans. His coldness and his grinning were just there to hide his sadness. "I think no…" He watched as Manfredi fell back on the ground. Now he would finish it. Both were already weak enough. They should not suffer anymore. He went straight to Manfredi… Just to get pushed aside. He let the sword fell down. "nnngh…", he was getting pushed very hard and just rubbed his painfull head. "Skipper…", he noticed very surprised. Why now?! He hoped that his head پینگوئن, پیںگان would stay away a little bit longer…
"There´s just one moment to look at آپ and آپ judge a bloodbath? I want answers, right now!", آپ could see, that the head پینگوئن, پیںگان was really angry. He didn´t expect something like that from the puffin.
The dansk looked around insecure. "I´m sorry, Skipper", he began, "but I already told it Manfredi and Johnson. I can´t tell آپ the reason." He looked again to Manfredi and Johnson. Both will die in a little time. "Goodbye, my friends!"
Without Skipper could prevent something he sprung away. He had to go from here… Normally the head پینگوئن, پیںگان would run after the dansk but he got stopped from Manfredi. "Skipper…no.", babbled the chinstrap پینگوئن, پیںگان quitly. "Please stay with us, at our last minutes…" The head پینگوئن, پیںگان looked to Manfredi shocked. "Last minutes? Manfredi, what are آپ talking? آپ wouldn´t die! I will save you. I won´t admit…" Johnson shook his head very weakly. "We lost too much blood. Our hearts were hit and other organs aggrieved." Johnson choked out blood and looked to Manfredi. He nodded weakly. "You have to do a favour for us… The knife… please ransom us, Skipper…"
"Don´t hate him", sighed the naïve پینگوئن, پیںگان quiet. "I don´t know why he did that. But my feeling says to me, that it was not his fault. He doesn´t seemed happy with the situation and…"
"Not happy?", Skipper broke in angry. "Did آپ look at your injuries? I guess that dansk snake is happy! Almost overhappy , yes! He deceived us and I realised too late, that he played on the wrong side. This….." He stopped talking as he saw Manfredis imploring look and let out a sigh. He could become exasperated with the atlantic puffin, پففان later. That should not happen in front of them both. They seemed to hang still on their comrade.
He looked shocked how Manfredi and Johnson started to cough and spit blood. "This pain…", Manfredi whined. "Please Skipper. Bring it to the end. I don´t know how long it rests, but I think I am speaking for both, if I am saying, that we don´t want to be exposed to the torments any longer.
Again the youngest پینگوئن, پیںگان coughed out a blood gush and Johnson started talking. "We know, that this won´t be easy for you. But we will be thankful for that. Thankful, that آپ are the one, who ransomed us from the torments. Our best head پینگوئن, پیںگان which we could wish", smiled the yellow-eyed پینگوئن, پیںگان weakly.
Skipper looked at them both silently. Why did it come so far? Why did Hans do that to them? He would never get an answer on this question…
He layed down both of them carefully and stood up. He noticed drops. So it began to rain. He stopped in front of the چھری and looked at it. His first murder… and also his last. He always had the attachment not to kill somebody. Even his worst enemy he wouldn´t kill. That he just had to kill his own family hurted him very bad. The head پینگوئن, پیںگان picked up the چھری and turned to his brothers. Once again he went to them and stopped in front of Johnson. He bent slowly آگے and placed the knifepoint at his heart. Tears were rolling down his cheek. "Damned…!" He looked up again. His face was full of tears.
"Even when the headquarter allots me a new team… I will never forget you!", he کہا snivelling. Manfredi and Johnson smiled. "Of course no…As if آپ would forget us", both were laughing weakly, "so much things we messed up." Skipper smiled weakly. "Bye bye, loved brothers!"
The head پینگوئن, پیںگان raised the چھری again to prick faster. Johnson closed his eyes and a smile built on his beak. While the prick he jerked for a moment. Now it was Manfredis turn…
He did it. He killed them both. The پینگوئن, پیںگان starred with big eyes at the dead bodies of his both team members. A desperate scream clung trough Copenhagen…
While this scream the puffin, پففان kept his earholes shut. He was hiding the whole time in front of them and watched everything. The torments of Manfredi and Johnson, how Skipper had to suffer… just everything!
It just broke his heart. Sightly he took his Walkie Talkie. "Hans to the head quarter, the both penguins are done." After he کہا this words he threw away the Walkie Talkie angry. He would not return to the dansk headquarter. He went out of his ambush. He just want to go away. The puffin, پففان took a short look back to Skipper. "The اگلے time we´ll see each other, we will be enemies. But for me, آپ will always stay my friend… my frienemy…"
He wiped away the little tears and disappears.
But if he really could برداشت, ریچھ down these tears…?
Everyone went crazy including Skipper and Rico. the lemurs cannot stop. Just then, Private saw his CD that he downloaded from the internet. "Kowalski, I got an idea."Private briefly explained and Kowalski found it interesting.
Meanwhile, everyone went to the HQ. Suddenly, Private and Kowalski started the music.
Private: My hot dog's dead..
My pizza's dead.
My نہیںملتیں is dead.
Kowalski: Oh, uh, my doughnut's dead. My burger's dead.
My milkshake is dead.
Finn: All of our پسندیدہ foods
are totally dead.
They can not procreate in little food beds.
We'll eat them up
and turn them into stuff.
Kowalski: And we'll cry over their graves,
but ya can't cry enough...
Private and Kowalski: When آپ miss someone آپ love آپ can't cry enough.
Everyone stopped. The curse broke and everyone cheered for them even Skipper and Rico. Soon, they never forgot the دن ever again.
Meanwhile, everyone went to the HQ. Suddenly, Private and Kowalski started the music.
Private: My hot dog's dead..
My pizza's dead.
My نہیںملتیں is dead.
Kowalski: Oh, uh, my doughnut's dead. My burger's dead.
My milkshake is dead.
Finn: All of our پسندیدہ foods
are totally dead.
They can not procreate in little food beds.
We'll eat them up
and turn them into stuff.
Kowalski: And we'll cry over their graves,
but ya can't cry enough...
Private and Kowalski: When آپ miss someone آپ love آپ can't cry enough.
Everyone stopped. The curse broke and everyone cheered for them even Skipper and Rico. Soon, they never forgot the دن ever again.