Everyone was gathered around the billboard. A sign, legible only سے طرف کی the chimps, had been tacked on the billboard.
“Excuse me, coming through, excuse me.” Marlene pushed her way to the front of the crowd. she tried to make sense of the markings, but could not.
“What’s it say?” she asked Mason.
“There is a guest speaker this Sunday for the morning service. Although who, it doesn’t say.”
The crowd murmured. Who could be speaking? They wondered. their best speaker so far had been a توتا, ماکیو from the Washington Zoo, and even he stumbled a bit.
Sunday came, and the whole zoo crowded around the bell. The figure remained hidden behind the bell.
“Gentlemen and Ladies of Central Park” the figure کہا “Please, do not be afraid.”
“Why would we be afraid?” asked Burt
“Yeah, just come on out!” cheered Private.
“Okay…” The figure stepped out from the shadows. The short commanding پینگوئن, پیںگان stepped forward, Bible in hand.
“It is the Ghost of da Bossy one! He is come to take our precious jewels and women!” he looked at Marlene.
“On سیکنڈ thought, آپ can have her.”
“Hey!”
“Relax, guys. It’s me. Skipper. I’m not a ghost.”
“But the گھنٹی, بیل – it fell right on سب, سب سے اوپر of you!”
Kowalski exclaimed.
“I know, Kowalski. Let me explain. It fell AROUND me, barely missing me. The dirt underneath the concrete was unstable, and when the گھنٹی, بیل fell, the surrounding dirt fell as well. Underneath our feet right now is a massive tunnel. I met the makers of کہا tunnel. I’ll tell آپ مزید about it some other time. For now, lets turn to Ephesians.”
Everybody was smiling. Skipper was back, the past had been defeated.
“Oh, and before I forget… Private.”
Private looked up.
“Your girlfriend is down there. She misses you, and still loves you.”
He gasped. How could he know about Barbara? He had told them a little about her when he had a run-in with the میں armadillo, آرمدالو Kid, but not enough to tell them who she really was. His girlfriend in a covert operation.
Maybe It’s time I told them, he thought. Skipper obviously already knows. In fact, I think I will. Tonight. Before I get scared and Emotional.
But that’s a story for a different time.
“Excuse me, coming through, excuse me.” Marlene pushed her way to the front of the crowd. she tried to make sense of the markings, but could not.
“What’s it say?” she asked Mason.
“There is a guest speaker this Sunday for the morning service. Although who, it doesn’t say.”
The crowd murmured. Who could be speaking? They wondered. their best speaker so far had been a توتا, ماکیو from the Washington Zoo, and even he stumbled a bit.
Sunday came, and the whole zoo crowded around the bell. The figure remained hidden behind the bell.
“Gentlemen and Ladies of Central Park” the figure کہا “Please, do not be afraid.”
“Why would we be afraid?” asked Burt
“Yeah, just come on out!” cheered Private.
“Okay…” The figure stepped out from the shadows. The short commanding پینگوئن, پیںگان stepped forward, Bible in hand.
“It is the Ghost of da Bossy one! He is come to take our precious jewels and women!” he looked at Marlene.
“On سیکنڈ thought, آپ can have her.”
“Hey!”
“Relax, guys. It’s me. Skipper. I’m not a ghost.”
“But the گھنٹی, بیل – it fell right on سب, سب سے اوپر of you!”
Kowalski exclaimed.
“I know, Kowalski. Let me explain. It fell AROUND me, barely missing me. The dirt underneath the concrete was unstable, and when the گھنٹی, بیل fell, the surrounding dirt fell as well. Underneath our feet right now is a massive tunnel. I met the makers of کہا tunnel. I’ll tell آپ مزید about it some other time. For now, lets turn to Ephesians.”
Everybody was smiling. Skipper was back, the past had been defeated.
“Oh, and before I forget… Private.”
Private looked up.
“Your girlfriend is down there. She misses you, and still loves you.”
He gasped. How could he know about Barbara? He had told them a little about her when he had a run-in with the میں armadillo, آرمدالو Kid, but not enough to tell them who she really was. His girlfriend in a covert operation.
Maybe It’s time I told them, he thought. Skipper obviously already knows. In fact, I think I will. Tonight. Before I get scared and Emotional.
But that’s a story for a different time.
The penguins were doing their daily cleaning around their HQ. "Hello silly penguins!" king Julien کہا as he walked into their HQ. "Ringtail? What is with the jogging outfit?" "There is a race soon!" "Ok then...Have fun with that." "But آپ don't understand! There are prizes!" " Ooo! CANDY!" Shouted Private. "Fine! We'll take آپ on in a race ringtail. And I can tell آپ that were going to win!" "Hey guys! Did آپ say something about a race?" Asked Marlene.
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ggreen7295 here! So I had this crazyish idea. To celebrate the authors, stories, OCs, and other PoM things created on FF, I wanted to have a "Academy Awardish thing" for آپ guys. Like, there would be categories such as
Best Author
Best Fanfic
Best T rated Fanfic
Best M rated Fanfic
Best Romance
Best Horror
Most Depressing fanfic
Best Humanized fanfic
Best One shot
Yeah those are just the one's off the سب, سب سے اوپر of my head. Of course I can't do this سے طرف کی myself. I need no co workers some other people to help my make decisions. Like first of all... What should we call this? Write a review explaining why آپ should help me do this. Well that's all...Hmm I should write my story... Hey, Xbox! :/ (Must play Borderlands)
Best Author
Best Fanfic
Best T rated Fanfic
Best M rated Fanfic
Best Romance
Best Horror
Most Depressing fanfic
Best Humanized fanfic
Best One shot
Yeah those are just the one's off the سب, سب سے اوپر of my head. Of course I can't do this سے طرف کی myself. I need no co workers some other people to help my make decisions. Like first of all... What should we call this? Write a review explaining why آپ should help me do this. Well that's all...Hmm I should write my story... Hey, Xbox! :/ (Must play Borderlands)
I love The Penguins of Madagascar!
The only سوالات I ever ask are:
Why don't مزید people watch this show?
Those who don't like it need a tread on the toe!
It's so good, it should have it's own day!
14th of July? یا the 5th of May?
This دکھائیں is the ultimate key
to laughter, joy and NYC!
The مزید I watch this show, the مزید I see
the similarities between Mort and me!
I'm a sheep! Cockadoodledoo!
And I can be an easel, too!
I hope آپ all enjoyed this little rhyme!
Because, now, I've ran out of words that... rhyme.
The only سوالات I ever ask are:
Why don't مزید people watch this show?
Those who don't like it need a tread on the toe!
It's so good, it should have it's own day!
14th of July? یا the 5th of May?
This دکھائیں is the ultimate key
to laughter, joy and NYC!
The مزید I watch this show, the مزید I see
the similarities between Mort and me!
I'm a sheep! Cockadoodledoo!
And I can be an easel, too!
I hope آپ all enjoyed this little rhyme!
Because, now, I've ran out of words that... rhyme.