“So…this is it?” کہا Marlene, obviously under whelmed. She turned to Kowalski, who was standing اگلے to her, surveying his lair proudly.
“What, آپ don’t like it?” کہا Kowalski sadly.
“No, no!” کہا Marlene quickly, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “It’s just…it’s in the sewer…”
“After a bit, آپ can’t really notice the smell,” کہا Kowalski, taking a deep breath to prove her wrong. An unbearable smell crashed into his nostrils and he groaned and put a flipper over his beak. “I stand corrected.”
“So, where is this organ?” she said, looking around. “Is that is over there?” She pointed towards a large block of wood standing in the corner.
“Yes, that would be it,” کہا Kowalski. “I know it’s not much, but it I thought it was pretty good considering what I had to work with.”
“Mmm” کہا Marlene, nodding without really paying attention. “So, does it work?”
“Yes, but I would appreciate if آپ didn’t play it…it’s rather loud,” کہا Kowalski.
“Oh, I get you!” کہا Marlene. “This is مزید about your stupid fight with Skipper.”
“Yes, it is. Now please don’t بیجر, بادگار me, I would rather not discuss it,” کہا Kowalski grumpily.
Marlene sighed; she hated being involved in other people’s conflicts. At least Kowalski wasn’t asking her to do anything against Skipper, but she was pretty upset that she couldn’t play the organ; she had always liked the way they sounded but obviously had never been allowed to mess with one before.
“Are آپ sure آپ don’t want to go to my habitat, Kowalski?” کہا Marlene, wanting to leave. “I’ve got snacks!”
“Oh, that’s okay. I raided the zoo storage facility the other دن and brought back two crates packed full of nice, fresh fish.” Kowalski licked the edges of his beak. “I put them behind the organ. Here, I’ll go get one…”
Marlene sighed. She did not at all want to stay in this smelly sewer, but also did not want to hurt Kowalski’s feelings. She walked over to a cinder block Kowalski used as a chair and sat down on it. It was very uncomfortable, but she did not say anything.
“Here we go!” کہا Kowalski, dragging a large box towards Marlene. “Dinner is served!”
“Dinner? It’s almost twelve o’clock at night!” کہا Marlene, who was not one to stand for improper use of words.
“Well, midnight snack then, it doesn’t matter!” کہا Kowalski bitterly, opening the box. He pulled out about a dozen مچھلی and dumped them on the floor. “Eat up!”
“Kowalski, why are آپ wearing that on your face?” کہا Marlene suddenly. Kowalski froze just as he was about to نگلنا a مچھلی whole.
“Just noticed that did you?” کہا Kowalski, putting the مچھلی down with some reluctance.
“Not really…I noticed it ever since آپ started giving your little monologue behind the warehouse. I know آپ were impersonating the Phantom of the Opera, but seriously, can آپ take it off now?”
“Um…no” کہا Kowalski casually. “Now how about those singing tips so آپ can go off to bed? It’s getting very late…”
“Kowalski, you’re really starting to bug me. You’re not the Phantom, okay. Take it off.”
“Alright” کہا Kowalski. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Kowalski pulled the cloth off his face and dropped it on the floor. Marlene gasped.
“Oh Kowalski, what did آپ do to your face?” کہا Marlene sympathetically.
“Acid. Another long story, which I don’t have time to recount. Now eat something یا not, but I would like to get these singing tips over with.”
Marlene felt like running over to Kowalski and giving him a big hug. A wound that deep…that showed the bones in the face…couldn’t have been painless. But Kowalski wasn’t complaining.
“Kowalski, I’m so sorry!” کہا Marlene pitifully.
“For what? آپ didn’t do anything,” شدہ تبصرہ Kowalski as he swallowed a fish. “Gonna eat any of these? No? Okay then!”
Kowalski kicked the کریٹ, کھوکھا out of the way and walked over to Marlene.
“Okay. Now these tips aren’t to make آپ sound better, they’re to cause less stress on your vocal cords and give آپ a louder singing voice which آپ will be able to wow the judges with. Of course, آپ probably won’t even be able to see the effects of them, but they’re fun anyway.” Kowalski کہا this all very quickly while tying the cloth back over his face.
“Huh?” کہا Marlene.
“Now Marlene” کہا Kowalski, “When آپ are about to start singing stand erect, don’t slouch over, and keep your head tilted آگے exactly 65.3 degrees, like this…”
Kowalski grabbed Marlene and manipulated her body into the proper position. “Standing like this and keeping your head in the exact proper position allows your voice to be projected مزید effectively and causes less stress on the larynx…”
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The اگلے morning, the chimps made an announcement.
“For all of آپ people that were interesting in our ‘musical theater’ presentation, we are officially changing the performance,” کہا Mason. “It was just too much of a hassle to inform everyone about what the Barber of Seville actually was, and since most of the lyrics aren’t even in English…”
Phil کہا something in sign language. “No Phil, I’m pretty sure it was your idea to do this play. I wanted to see Macbeth, remember?”
“Anyway,” Mason continued, “We are changing the performance to a play that people will probably be much مزید familiar with, seeing as it is performed several times every night throughout New York. Yes, I am talking of the Phantom of the Opera!”
Phil کہا something else in sign language. “I know Phil, that’s why I chose it,” کہا Mason.
“So there آپ have it, folks. The remaining auditions will be held tomorrow night at the plaza we did them in the first time. After those, we will contact the people who we think are deserving of roles in the performance, and rehearsal for the play will begin a few days later. Thank آپ for your time.”
The group of animals began to disperse. “Is it just me, یا does anyone else think that ghosts and opera shouldn’t go together?” remarked Burt the elephant.
Marlene had been standing in the back of the group of animals and when everyone began to leave, she tried to get back to her habitat as quickly as possibly without looking conspicuous.
“Kowalski!” کہا Marlene, sliding into the tunnel that served as the entrance to her den. “I’ve got news…”
“Careful!” کہا Kowalski, holding up his flipper as she neared the end of the tunnel. “I’m testing the infra-red security system, but there are still a few…bugs in the programming. Observe.”
Kowalski picked up a rock off the floor and carefully dropped it on سب, سب سے اوپر of one of the laser beams. For a second, nothing happened, but then the rock simply disintegrated into powder.
“What the heck was that?” کہا Marlene. “Are آپ saying that anyone coming through here is going to be turned into dust?”
“Well, the beams are supposed to increase body temperature so rapidly when triggered that the intruder will pass out within سیکنڈ due to intensely high body temperature.”
“Isn’t that a little…I dunno…extreme?” کہا Marlene, staring at one of the lasers.
“Possibly, but the only other thing I could think of off the سب, سب سے اوپر of my head was a سر کاٹنے, گلوٹین blade trap. Give me a little credit!” کہا Kowalski.
“And no,” کہا Kowalski, as Marlene opened her mouth. “This will not cause any lasting damage to their brain یا vital organs. At least, I don’t think so.”
Marlene gasped. “I’m just playing with you,” کہا Kowalski. “Just let me adjust the thermal factors on this control panel and then I’ll turn it off for آپ to pass.”
Marlene simply stepped over the laser beams, none of which were above three inches off the ground, and watched Kowalski press buttons on the control panel.
“It would be much easier if I knew what all of these buttons did!” تبصرہ Kowalski in a frustrated tone. “What the heck, I’ll mess with these later. Now just let me turn this off for آپ and…”
Marlene tapped Kowalski on the shoulder. He jumped slightly and turned around. “How did you…oh,” کہا Kowalski, looking sadly at the beams.
“Come on Kowalski, take a break. How long have آپ been working on that again? Like five hours?”
“Actually I’ve only been working on this for fifteen minutes. I was working on that for the other four hours and forty-five minutes.
Kowalski pointed towards the manhole in the middle of the den. Marlene shrugged.
“It’s a manhole,” remarked Marlene.
“Yes, it is” agreed Kowalski. “One which I installed with over seventy-four different types of intruder-deterring features. For example, say someone tries to simply shove the manhole open like my ex-troop always seems to do. If the manhole is fully separated from its little hole in the ground here for مزید than one and a half seconds, sensors around the hole will be triggered and a spray of various fumes will issue out, none of which are lethal but they are potent enough that a miniscule amount would be enough to knock out a grown human for two hours and fifty three minutes.”
Marlene wasn’t sure she liked Kowalski visitor-proofing her habitat. She had invited Kowalski to spend some time at her habitat, feeling bad about leaving him in his miserable little lair in the sewer, and he had asked her permission to put up some ‘security features’ while she was away listening to the announcement. She had agreed very quickly without thinking, since Kowalski had been delaying her with several last-minute singing tips (even though she reminded him the auditions were not till tomorrow) and she was anxious that she would miss the announcement.
“Of course. Nothing with آپ penguins is ever easy,” کہا Marlene. She had been simply thinking it but somehow it had slipped out, one of her bad habits. Kowalski chuckled a little.
“What, سے طرف کی security features آپ thought I meant a little lock on the manhole and perhaps a door for the tunnel? No, no, no, no, no! A little lock and a door is not going to keep my old team out. When they want in, they get in, if there’s something in the way, they remove it. Rico would easily pick in a lock about a second, and there’s no way they would bother to knock on a door. These security features are very inconspicuous, Marlene. The manhole appears normal from both sides, as آپ saw yourself, and the laser beams are so منٹ that no one would be able to see them without careful inspection. Get it now?”
Marlene did not really approve of Kowalski’s methods, but she was getting tired of the penguins always popping in without warning. Still, there was one سوال that had been bugging her since she had seen Kowalski last night…
“Kowalski,” کہا Marlene, “Didn’t you…get sick of science یا something?”
“Good heavens no!” کہا Kowalski, as though Marlene had just uttered a disgusting curse word. “Are آپ mad? I could never, ever tire of science. Science is…”
“Okay, okay, I don’t need to hear a speech. It’s just that, didn’t آپ claim that آپ were getting tired of science?”
“Well yes, I کہا that, but I didn’t actually mean it. Yes, موسیقی can be nice at times, but it pales in comparison to the greatness of science. Just understand, Marlene, that this whole plot is far to elaborate for آپ to likely understand, and…”
“What plot?” کہا Marlene, becoming stern. “You little liar!”
“Calm down, Marlene” کہا Kowalski timidly as Marlene began to advance threateningly towards him. “And tell me, just what have I lied about?”
“Well I suppose آپ never directly stated that آپ weren’t plotting, but it was heavily implied during our conversation last night,” کہا Marlene. “I have no idea what آپ and Skipper got into such a big fight about, but I’m sure not going to let آپ do anything to hurt him یا the others!”
“Wait! I haven’t told آپ my plan! I certainly don’t mean to hurt anyone, especially Skipper and my old team!” کہا Kowalski, backing away from Marlene. Unfortunantly for him, Marlene wasn’t buying it.
“Come here you!” کہا Marlene, darting towards Kowalski. Kowalski dodged and made a break for the tunnel.
“All I wanted was to help آپ with your singing, Marlene…AARGH!”
Kowalski stopped in his tracks and slumped over onto the ground the moment he ran into the tunnel.
“Kowalski?” کہا Marlene. She walked over and poked him. He lay completely still, his eyes closed and his face frozen into a pained expression.
“The security system!” کہا Marlene, slapping herself. “Oh, Kowalski…”
Kowalski’s foot had indeed gently brushed a laser beam. “At least he didn’t turn into powder,” کہا Marlene. She felt his forehead and sure enough, it was intensely hot to the touch.
“Well, I guess I’d better take آپ to Skipper. He might be able to help, and most importantly, maybe آپ two can settle this silly fight of yours when آپ come round.”
She picked up Kowalski and, carefully stepping around the lasers, made her way out of her habitat.
“What, آپ don’t like it?” کہا Kowalski sadly.
“No, no!” کہا Marlene quickly, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “It’s just…it’s in the sewer…”
“After a bit, آپ can’t really notice the smell,” کہا Kowalski, taking a deep breath to prove her wrong. An unbearable smell crashed into his nostrils and he groaned and put a flipper over his beak. “I stand corrected.”
“So, where is this organ?” she said, looking around. “Is that is over there?” She pointed towards a large block of wood standing in the corner.
“Yes, that would be it,” کہا Kowalski. “I know it’s not much, but it I thought it was pretty good considering what I had to work with.”
“Mmm” کہا Marlene, nodding without really paying attention. “So, does it work?”
“Yes, but I would appreciate if آپ didn’t play it…it’s rather loud,” کہا Kowalski.
“Oh, I get you!” کہا Marlene. “This is مزید about your stupid fight with Skipper.”
“Yes, it is. Now please don’t بیجر, بادگار me, I would rather not discuss it,” کہا Kowalski grumpily.
Marlene sighed; she hated being involved in other people’s conflicts. At least Kowalski wasn’t asking her to do anything against Skipper, but she was pretty upset that she couldn’t play the organ; she had always liked the way they sounded but obviously had never been allowed to mess with one before.
“Are آپ sure آپ don’t want to go to my habitat, Kowalski?” کہا Marlene, wanting to leave. “I’ve got snacks!”
“Oh, that’s okay. I raided the zoo storage facility the other دن and brought back two crates packed full of nice, fresh fish.” Kowalski licked the edges of his beak. “I put them behind the organ. Here, I’ll go get one…”
Marlene sighed. She did not at all want to stay in this smelly sewer, but also did not want to hurt Kowalski’s feelings. She walked over to a cinder block Kowalski used as a chair and sat down on it. It was very uncomfortable, but she did not say anything.
“Here we go!” کہا Kowalski, dragging a large box towards Marlene. “Dinner is served!”
“Dinner? It’s almost twelve o’clock at night!” کہا Marlene, who was not one to stand for improper use of words.
“Well, midnight snack then, it doesn’t matter!” کہا Kowalski bitterly, opening the box. He pulled out about a dozen مچھلی and dumped them on the floor. “Eat up!”
“Kowalski, why are آپ wearing that on your face?” کہا Marlene suddenly. Kowalski froze just as he was about to نگلنا a مچھلی whole.
“Just noticed that did you?” کہا Kowalski, putting the مچھلی down with some reluctance.
“Not really…I noticed it ever since آپ started giving your little monologue behind the warehouse. I know آپ were impersonating the Phantom of the Opera, but seriously, can آپ take it off now?”
“Um…no” کہا Kowalski casually. “Now how about those singing tips so آپ can go off to bed? It’s getting very late…”
“Kowalski, you’re really starting to bug me. You’re not the Phantom, okay. Take it off.”
“Alright” کہا Kowalski. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Kowalski pulled the cloth off his face and dropped it on the floor. Marlene gasped.
“Oh Kowalski, what did آپ do to your face?” کہا Marlene sympathetically.
“Acid. Another long story, which I don’t have time to recount. Now eat something یا not, but I would like to get these singing tips over with.”
Marlene felt like running over to Kowalski and giving him a big hug. A wound that deep…that showed the bones in the face…couldn’t have been painless. But Kowalski wasn’t complaining.
“Kowalski, I’m so sorry!” کہا Marlene pitifully.
“For what? آپ didn’t do anything,” شدہ تبصرہ Kowalski as he swallowed a fish. “Gonna eat any of these? No? Okay then!”
Kowalski kicked the کریٹ, کھوکھا out of the way and walked over to Marlene.
“Okay. Now these tips aren’t to make آپ sound better, they’re to cause less stress on your vocal cords and give آپ a louder singing voice which آپ will be able to wow the judges with. Of course, آپ probably won’t even be able to see the effects of them, but they’re fun anyway.” Kowalski کہا this all very quickly while tying the cloth back over his face.
“Huh?” کہا Marlene.
“Now Marlene” کہا Kowalski, “When آپ are about to start singing stand erect, don’t slouch over, and keep your head tilted آگے exactly 65.3 degrees, like this…”
Kowalski grabbed Marlene and manipulated her body into the proper position. “Standing like this and keeping your head in the exact proper position allows your voice to be projected مزید effectively and causes less stress on the larynx…”
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The اگلے morning, the chimps made an announcement.
“For all of آپ people that were interesting in our ‘musical theater’ presentation, we are officially changing the performance,” کہا Mason. “It was just too much of a hassle to inform everyone about what the Barber of Seville actually was, and since most of the lyrics aren’t even in English…”
Phil کہا something in sign language. “No Phil, I’m pretty sure it was your idea to do this play. I wanted to see Macbeth, remember?”
“Anyway,” Mason continued, “We are changing the performance to a play that people will probably be much مزید familiar with, seeing as it is performed several times every night throughout New York. Yes, I am talking of the Phantom of the Opera!”
Phil کہا something else in sign language. “I know Phil, that’s why I chose it,” کہا Mason.
“So there آپ have it, folks. The remaining auditions will be held tomorrow night at the plaza we did them in the first time. After those, we will contact the people who we think are deserving of roles in the performance, and rehearsal for the play will begin a few days later. Thank آپ for your time.”
The group of animals began to disperse. “Is it just me, یا does anyone else think that ghosts and opera shouldn’t go together?” remarked Burt the elephant.
Marlene had been standing in the back of the group of animals and when everyone began to leave, she tried to get back to her habitat as quickly as possibly without looking conspicuous.
“Kowalski!” کہا Marlene, sliding into the tunnel that served as the entrance to her den. “I’ve got news…”
“Careful!” کہا Kowalski, holding up his flipper as she neared the end of the tunnel. “I’m testing the infra-red security system, but there are still a few…bugs in the programming. Observe.”
Kowalski picked up a rock off the floor and carefully dropped it on سب, سب سے اوپر of one of the laser beams. For a second, nothing happened, but then the rock simply disintegrated into powder.
“What the heck was that?” کہا Marlene. “Are آپ saying that anyone coming through here is going to be turned into dust?”
“Well, the beams are supposed to increase body temperature so rapidly when triggered that the intruder will pass out within سیکنڈ due to intensely high body temperature.”
“Isn’t that a little…I dunno…extreme?” کہا Marlene, staring at one of the lasers.
“Possibly, but the only other thing I could think of off the سب, سب سے اوپر of my head was a سر کاٹنے, گلوٹین blade trap. Give me a little credit!” کہا Kowalski.
“And no,” کہا Kowalski, as Marlene opened her mouth. “This will not cause any lasting damage to their brain یا vital organs. At least, I don’t think so.”
Marlene gasped. “I’m just playing with you,” کہا Kowalski. “Just let me adjust the thermal factors on this control panel and then I’ll turn it off for آپ to pass.”
Marlene simply stepped over the laser beams, none of which were above three inches off the ground, and watched Kowalski press buttons on the control panel.
“It would be much easier if I knew what all of these buttons did!” تبصرہ Kowalski in a frustrated tone. “What the heck, I’ll mess with these later. Now just let me turn this off for آپ and…”
Marlene tapped Kowalski on the shoulder. He jumped slightly and turned around. “How did you…oh,” کہا Kowalski, looking sadly at the beams.
“Come on Kowalski, take a break. How long have آپ been working on that again? Like five hours?”
“Actually I’ve only been working on this for fifteen minutes. I was working on that for the other four hours and forty-five minutes.
Kowalski pointed towards the manhole in the middle of the den. Marlene shrugged.
“It’s a manhole,” remarked Marlene.
“Yes, it is” agreed Kowalski. “One which I installed with over seventy-four different types of intruder-deterring features. For example, say someone tries to simply shove the manhole open like my ex-troop always seems to do. If the manhole is fully separated from its little hole in the ground here for مزید than one and a half seconds, sensors around the hole will be triggered and a spray of various fumes will issue out, none of which are lethal but they are potent enough that a miniscule amount would be enough to knock out a grown human for two hours and fifty three minutes.”
Marlene wasn’t sure she liked Kowalski visitor-proofing her habitat. She had invited Kowalski to spend some time at her habitat, feeling bad about leaving him in his miserable little lair in the sewer, and he had asked her permission to put up some ‘security features’ while she was away listening to the announcement. She had agreed very quickly without thinking, since Kowalski had been delaying her with several last-minute singing tips (even though she reminded him the auditions were not till tomorrow) and she was anxious that she would miss the announcement.
“Of course. Nothing with آپ penguins is ever easy,” کہا Marlene. She had been simply thinking it but somehow it had slipped out, one of her bad habits. Kowalski chuckled a little.
“What, سے طرف کی security features آپ thought I meant a little lock on the manhole and perhaps a door for the tunnel? No, no, no, no, no! A little lock and a door is not going to keep my old team out. When they want in, they get in, if there’s something in the way, they remove it. Rico would easily pick in a lock about a second, and there’s no way they would bother to knock on a door. These security features are very inconspicuous, Marlene. The manhole appears normal from both sides, as آپ saw yourself, and the laser beams are so منٹ that no one would be able to see them without careful inspection. Get it now?”
Marlene did not really approve of Kowalski’s methods, but she was getting tired of the penguins always popping in without warning. Still, there was one سوال that had been bugging her since she had seen Kowalski last night…
“Kowalski,” کہا Marlene, “Didn’t you…get sick of science یا something?”
“Good heavens no!” کہا Kowalski, as though Marlene had just uttered a disgusting curse word. “Are آپ mad? I could never, ever tire of science. Science is…”
“Okay, okay, I don’t need to hear a speech. It’s just that, didn’t آپ claim that آپ were getting tired of science?”
“Well yes, I کہا that, but I didn’t actually mean it. Yes, موسیقی can be nice at times, but it pales in comparison to the greatness of science. Just understand, Marlene, that this whole plot is far to elaborate for آپ to likely understand, and…”
“What plot?” کہا Marlene, becoming stern. “You little liar!”
“Calm down, Marlene” کہا Kowalski timidly as Marlene began to advance threateningly towards him. “And tell me, just what have I lied about?”
“Well I suppose آپ never directly stated that آپ weren’t plotting, but it was heavily implied during our conversation last night,” کہا Marlene. “I have no idea what آپ and Skipper got into such a big fight about, but I’m sure not going to let آپ do anything to hurt him یا the others!”
“Wait! I haven’t told آپ my plan! I certainly don’t mean to hurt anyone, especially Skipper and my old team!” کہا Kowalski, backing away from Marlene. Unfortunantly for him, Marlene wasn’t buying it.
“Come here you!” کہا Marlene, darting towards Kowalski. Kowalski dodged and made a break for the tunnel.
“All I wanted was to help آپ with your singing, Marlene…AARGH!”
Kowalski stopped in his tracks and slumped over onto the ground the moment he ran into the tunnel.
“Kowalski?” کہا Marlene. She walked over and poked him. He lay completely still, his eyes closed and his face frozen into a pained expression.
“The security system!” کہا Marlene, slapping herself. “Oh, Kowalski…”
Kowalski’s foot had indeed gently brushed a laser beam. “At least he didn’t turn into powder,” کہا Marlene. She felt his forehead and sure enough, it was intensely hot to the touch.
“Well, I guess I’d better take آپ to Skipper. He might be able to help, and most importantly, maybe آپ two can settle this silly fight of yours when آپ come round.”
She picked up Kowalski and, carefully stepping around the lasers, made her way out of her habitat.
I am stuck with the other lovers
Trying to hold on
Feel like PoM is never coming back
Will someone lift me up?
And I ask myself
What do I love?
Do I want to give up on PoM
And love another fandom
And I tell myself
No, No, No
Don't want to be
Anything
But a fanguin
آپ are stuck with the other lovers
Trying to hold on
Feel pressured سے طرف کی the rumors
Will someone relive you?
ASK yourself....
What do I love?
Do I want to give up on PoM
And love another fandom
آپ need to tel yourself
No, No, No
Don't want to be
Anything
But a fanguin
Your life stays low as people give up around آپ
آپ ask around if PoM is still alive, the answer stays the same
آپ wonder what PoM's future is, and wonder
آپ feel determination in your blood and keep PoM in your heart
No, No, no
Don't want to be
No, No, No
But A fanguin
آپ are stuck with the other lovers
Trying to hold on
Feel like PoM is never coming back
Will someone lift me up?
And I ask myself
What do I love?
Do I want to give up on PoM
And love another fandom
And I tell myself
No, No, No
Don't want to be
Anything
But a fanguin
آپ are stuck with the other lovers
Trying to hold on
Feel pressured سے طرف کی the rumors
Will someone relive you?
ASK yourself....
What do I love?
Do I want to give up on PoM
And love another fandom
آپ need to tel yourself
No, No, No
Don't want to be
Anything
But a fanguin
Your life stays low as people give up around آپ
آپ ask around if PoM is still alive, the answer stays the same
آپ wonder what PoM's future is, and wonder
آپ feel determination in your blood and keep PoM in your heart
No, No, no
Don't want to be
No, No, No
But A fanguin
آپ are stuck with the other lovers