Sorry about the long wait. Here's the اگلے chapter. It's short, but I hope آپ enjoy!
Rico had debated whether he should keep what he saw to himself یا tell his leader. In the end, he dismissed it as a hallucination produced سے طرف کی his hunger. The پینگوئن, پیںگان stuffed another مچھلی into his beak. “This is good fish,” he grunted, mouth full.
Leroy چرا لیا, چوری کی a glance at him before laughing. Soon, the کچھی was on the ground, his body shaking with laughter. Private stared at him curiously, unable to stop a smile from breaking out into his features. “What’s so funny?”
Leroy took in a deep breath. He opened his mouth to answer, but choked on his words as he relived what was so funny to him. Tears of laughter glistened in his eyes. Skipper raised a non-existent brow and nudged him with his foot. “S-stop it,” Leroy chocked out. “I-it tic-tickles.”
Skipper looked at Kowalski, a سوال in his eyes. The scientist shook his head. “There is a 82.9% that he will continue laughing and a 5.2% chance that he will suffocate.”
Skipper’s brow rose higher. “That’s another way to kill someone.”
Leroy stopped laughing for a while. “You wouldn’t dare. Oh, and I think your eyebrows are trying to fly off your face.”
He continued laughing, Private joining him before he saw his leader’s fierce glare. He got up quickly and nudged Leroy. The کچھی looked up at him, cross. “What is it? I was having a blast!”
He caught Skipper’s glare. “Oh,right.”
Before Skipper could utter a single word, their sonar system began ringing. Private looked over at it, fear in his eyes. “What is it?”
“Only one way to find out.” Skipper nodded to Rico.
The psychopath waddled to the panel before urgently shouting something in gibberish. Skipper frowned. “Slow down! What were آپ saying? A bye hipster? What does that mean?”
Kowalski’s brow furrowed. “A high deed ring? A dry weed king? My bead spring? A sky seed swing? A lie freed ding?” He raised his flipper up in defeat. “I can’t work in these conditions!”
At that moment, something slammed against the sub, rocking the whole thing. Everybody was knocked off their feet. Skipper slowly got up. “What in the name of Alaskan smoked salmon? Kowalski, analysis!”
“It would appear that something hit the sub at full velocity.”
“Is there anything that I don’t know?”
Before Kowalski could answer, Private pointed outside the window. “Skipper! Look!”
Kowalski gasped. “An injured civilian!”
Rico had debated whether he should keep what he saw to himself یا tell his leader. In the end, he dismissed it as a hallucination produced سے طرف کی his hunger. The پینگوئن, پیںگان stuffed another مچھلی into his beak. “This is good fish,” he grunted, mouth full.
Leroy چرا لیا, چوری کی a glance at him before laughing. Soon, the کچھی was on the ground, his body shaking with laughter. Private stared at him curiously, unable to stop a smile from breaking out into his features. “What’s so funny?”
Leroy took in a deep breath. He opened his mouth to answer, but choked on his words as he relived what was so funny to him. Tears of laughter glistened in his eyes. Skipper raised a non-existent brow and nudged him with his foot. “S-stop it,” Leroy chocked out. “I-it tic-tickles.”
Skipper looked at Kowalski, a سوال in his eyes. The scientist shook his head. “There is a 82.9% that he will continue laughing and a 5.2% chance that he will suffocate.”
Skipper’s brow rose higher. “That’s another way to kill someone.”
Leroy stopped laughing for a while. “You wouldn’t dare. Oh, and I think your eyebrows are trying to fly off your face.”
He continued laughing, Private joining him before he saw his leader’s fierce glare. He got up quickly and nudged Leroy. The کچھی looked up at him, cross. “What is it? I was having a blast!”
He caught Skipper’s glare. “Oh,right.”
Before Skipper could utter a single word, their sonar system began ringing. Private looked over at it, fear in his eyes. “What is it?”
“Only one way to find out.” Skipper nodded to Rico.
The psychopath waddled to the panel before urgently shouting something in gibberish. Skipper frowned. “Slow down! What were آپ saying? A bye hipster? What does that mean?”
Kowalski’s brow furrowed. “A high deed ring? A dry weed king? My bead spring? A sky seed swing? A lie freed ding?” He raised his flipper up in defeat. “I can’t work in these conditions!”
At that moment, something slammed against the sub, rocking the whole thing. Everybody was knocked off their feet. Skipper slowly got up. “What in the name of Alaskan smoked salmon? Kowalski, analysis!”
“It would appear that something hit the sub at full velocity.”
“Is there anything that I don’t know?”
Before Kowalski could answer, Private pointed outside the window. “Skipper! Look!”
Kowalski gasped. “An injured civilian!”
If King Julien Ruled the World...
"No" کہا Skipper, "why would that help?" He crumpled the paper. "Wait!" He said.
"What?!" asked Private.
"I know what happend!"
Abigail's past 1st person
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I could hardly see through the tears. "Skipper!" I cried, pulling away from my mother. I ran after Skipper and my unfaimiliar father. I knew I could save my younger brother. After all dad wanted both of us. Our parents had divorced right after Skipper was born. Our mom got both of us and ever since then our dad wanted one of us.
It's my bedtime now I'll write مزید later.
"What?!" asked Private.
"I know what happend!"
Abigail's past 1st person
......................................................................................................
I could hardly see through the tears. "Skipper!" I cried, pulling away from my mother. I ran after Skipper and my unfaimiliar father. I knew I could save my younger brother. After all dad wanted both of us. Our parents had divorced right after Skipper was born. Our mom got both of us and ever since then our dad wanted one of us.
It's my bedtime now I'll write مزید later.
