"Good greetings, sir," a dit the shivering penguin, "My name is Jing Loiu, vice general of the Korean Army, how can we be of your eloquent assistance?" Telow then held the flag of his nation, red silk, and a small corner with the recognizable hammer and sickle, a small étoile, star above the two, and riddled with many holes, suggesting it has seen many battles in it's duration. "Honor back to Russia, I wish that she may be liberated," a dit Telow. "From Damion, per usual?" asked Jing. "Da, and the return of Moscow into our graceful love," a dit Telow. "Very well then, my executive's army will help you...

The storm outside had grown worse. The five had finished looking over Operation: Maelstrom when Skipper came across a photo of Rico and Sindaj kissing. "and what do we have here how sweet" he said. Sindaj blushed and looked at Rico. He was preoccupied. Skipper danced in a cercle around Sindaj, holding the picture. She was getting mad. "Sindaj loves Rico-o-o Sindaj lo --" Skipper suddenly hit the deck on his knees, groaning and covering the area between his legs. Sindaj had kicked him. "Not necessary" and she walked away. Kowalski chuckled at Skipper. "Not... ugh... funny, Kowalski" he gasped...

“Kowalski!” screamed Loren as she looked away from the sight of the zombie. Because that’s all he was right now. He wasn’t Kowalski. Kowalski wasn’t disfigured and gory. He wasn’t that at all. But somehow, as a zombie, Kowalski could control himself. Mostly because of the injection he gave himself right after to try to cure it. He fought off Marlene. “Today this ends, I’ll face myself, to traverser, croix out what I’ve done!” Yelled Kowalski as he began to fight off the other zombies. Everyone looked away. It was too hard to watch their once friend sacrifice himself.

Five days later…...

It has been a slow week for the zoo. Hannah was in the Lab with Kowalski. When, Suddenly a ruckus come on haut, retour au début of the deck. "Rico, WTF are toi doing?" The fearsome leader said. "Kaboom?" Rico a dit with a sorry look.Just then, I popped out "Aughh I have a major headache a Private's watching the Freaking Lunacorns show," I a dit in disgrace. "Kaitlyn, toi need to watch your language.. Just because I use it doesn't mean toi can say it I'm the commanding officer I can do anything," Skipper warned angrily. I though to myself "Skipper is Hypocritical," so I walked off to see if Hannah and Kowalski...

Dr. Damion made full preparations for the attack, but the battle tactics and fighting was to be his general's problems, his own problems however, were greater. He had finally cracked the code, use only thoughts that he needed in his research, and extract them from the brains to study. "This invention of mine will extract all the thoughts of Vladimir Lenin that I require to completely wipe out the resistance of the south, and insert them into my already brilliant mind," a dit Dr. Damion, putting Lenin's brain into the machine's holding area and hooking it to wires. He then took Stephen Hawking's...

OK. So here are the ages:
Kowalski: 23
Rico: 22
Skipper: 21
Private: 20

After Private says "Don't blame it on the.." then the other penguins say "boogie/sunshine/moonlight" at the same time.
Also, after Private says a line, and then - appears, they say "sunshine/moonlight/goodtimes/boogie" also.

Private:
My baby's always dancin'
And it wouldn't be a bad thing
But I don't get no loving
And that's no lie

We spent the night in Frisco
At every kind of disco
From that night I kissed
Our l’amour goodbye

CHORUS:
Don't blame it on sunshine
Don't blame it on moonlight
Don't blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie

Don't...

Forgive me if this is a bad story...I have read, watched and reacted the amazing tale of Romeo and Juliet many times, but mostly par mysef though. This will be a spin-off version of Romeo and Juliet using some of my many friends. :)

Here we go.....

Kowalski, Rico and myslef were sleeping uptop tonight. I guess gosip got around that someone was fighting with someone and the fight was happening as I speak inside the Hq. I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I tryed my best, but just laid there confused. About 2 hours passed and I couldn't stand just laying there antmore so...Bravely I walk inside....

Okay so this chapter's kinda short.. But I hope toi enjoy! Please comment!! :D

   As soon as the smoke cleared, Lexii and Julien saw Rico standing in the doorway with a stick of dynamite in his flippers. The two lemurs coughed and sat up. 
    Rico up chucked two blankets and Skipper caught them as he ran into the freezer. He wrapped Lexii in a blanket first then did the same with Julien. 
   "Are toi two okay?" Skipper asked  as he quickly led them out of the freezer.  
     "Yeah, we're fine. J-just really cold." Lexii replied, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. She...

Skipper: relax Rico is around here somewhere

Kowalski: found him!

Skipper: where?

Kowalski: over there on that block of ice

Private: hes sleeping

Kowalski: plus like knocked out

Skipper: lets go check it out

(the guys swim to the ice block)

Skipper: ok but what about Rico?

Kowalski: he'll be fine (checking rico out for injurys)

Private: we're lost!

Skipper: Kowalski try find the map in Rico's belly

Kowalski: what!? I'm not putting my flipper in his belly!

Skipper: fine I'll do it *pushes on Rico's belly*

Rico: *spits out a map*

Skipper: that was easy as cutting pie

Private: where are we then?

Kowalski:...

"Just another round, once things get calmer, I can pull over, I don't see any other civilization outside this asshat's territory," a dit Kat, driving further out and seeing her gas meter Arrow drop lower and lower. "Gotta find a damn gas station, ou kegs of gas at least. So long as I have at least 17 gallons ou so," a dit Kat, slowing her Aston Martin slightly. She looked around, not a single gas station in view at all, until she saw a small patch of pavement, and to her eyes, a single gas pump, rising out of the pavement, and seven gas cans laying on their sides, fully closed. "This seems promising,"...

Johnston paced around, watching all the machines add the mechanical parts to Dr. Damion. After about ten minutes, he stopped, Damion was ready to be revitalized. He then added the "skin" which was really just latex, which he put over all the mechanical parts of Dr. Damion, then added the texturing to make it plus like skin. He then stood back and looked at his work. "Marvelous, it appears as if he fell asleep and he's going to wake up later on, rather than deceased," a dit Johnston, marveling at his job. He then attached several wires to Dr. Damion, one at his head, two on each flipper, and...

"Yet another murder from the Crescent Killer, can toi believe how they got my insignia wrong?" the Kid laughed.

"Mhmm~" Red purred softly, nuzzling her head under the Kid's chin.

"Are ya even listening to me baby, ou just having a moment?" the Kid smirked.

"I'm listening..." Red buried her face into his chest.

"You're lusting over me~" the Kid rolled on his back and popped a peck on her cheek.

"Wanna do dat anal?" Red asked with an air of flamboyant swagger.

"Well...."

"Well~?"

"I hope toi realize that..."

"Ye?"

"I'm tired of sex, let's just go kill someone~"

"Come on hooooon~ Why noooot?"

The...

"I would like to have a word with his excellency, Emperor Richard Walter!" Hannah shouted to the gatehouse.

No response, nor sign of life answered her request. 

Hannah got an idea. 

"I'm carrying twenty boxes of cheese pizza!"

Not two minutes afterwards, the wood and steel gate cracked open, the hinges creaking loudly with age and continuous use. A small female manchot, pingouin wobbled into the scene. She wagged her tail feathers happily and smiled. 

"Hai Han-nah!" she shouted joyfully. 

Hannah gave her a quick glance. 

"Kitten?" Hannah asked, returning a welcoming smile. 

"Uh huh, poppa let me for pizza!"...

The masked medics onsite began to unwrap the bandages on the female manchot, pingouin Hannah found earlier, and layered them with cleaner ones. 

"She'll be fine, just give us a few weeks to let the stitches joint, joint d’étanchéité up, alright?" asked one of the anonymous doctors. 

"Alright," Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. 

"They're- Done?" the patient asked. 

"Yes Vic, and thank god, toi Lost so much blo-" Hannah was cut off par a scream from Vic. 

"DON'T SAY WHAT I LOST~! It-It'll only call him back...!!" Vic whimpered, squeezing Hannah's flipper. 

"Shhh... There there, the pain is gone, and he can't touch toi now,...

Hannah swiftly followed the path Kowalski took, recognizing every building, scanning over each rue sign and number, still in the correct direction. She stopped short of a crosswalk, catching her breath and wiping her forehead. 

"Good god, if I can't get to Private, oh my god... I can't ours seeing him in.. So much pain.." Hannah's maternal instinct spiked within her heart, as it blasted to the speed of sound, giving her a renewed strength. 

Hannah raced past bystanders, not giving a care in the world about how rude it was, since her haut, retour au début priority at the moment is finding her de-facto son...

One switch, a loud clack of doors closing tightly. Lockdown. Amongst the screams of psychopaths, hoots of rapists and soft weeping of thieves and other criminals, Damion had smiled again, Charlie was finally transferred to another cell. He hoped he would, knowing that if Charlie ratted him out for breaking his term restrictions, he'd find a way to kill him without hesitation. With a cell to himself once more, Damion was at peace within. One thing remained however. 

"Hannah, if toi fight him alone, you'll get killed... I can't sit in this GOD DAMN JAIL, and let him make toi his.. You're mine...

A calm breeze erupted from a single air vent in the room, bringing a cool flow of air in a relatively hot jour in Fort Grumley, aside from the occasional tick of a perpetually La Reine des Neiges clock, the only sounds made were the light discussions of Hannah, as she began to tend to a distressed Kowalski about his experience.  

"I see he tortured you, but toi a dit on the last day, he was "nice" to you?" asked Hannah, dabbing disinfectant wipes on Kowalski's scrapes and cuts. 

"As in, he really had no intention of hurting me, if anything, he seemed pretty lonely the whole time. I assume from how he behaves...

Voltaire draws chainsaw even closer to Steve
Voltaire: This is too easy! No one can stop me now!
Cat's voice: Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrr....!!!!
Sherlock: What the heck was that?
Cat continues while running on stage furiously
Steve: Cat?
Cat continues and breaks through cage
Voltaire: What the?
Cat: ...aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgh!!! (Tackles and hits Voltaire while riding on him)
Voltaire: Ow! (Drops chainsaw. Chainsaw turns off) Ouch! Ouch! salut get off me!
Cat: Don't touch my boyfriend! (Punches him and gets off)
Voltaire falls and his arms get pulled back par Cat
Voltaire: Yeow! Let go of me!
Cat: First give me the key...

Steve (Enters): Ah, what a beautiful jour in the neighborhood! The pinball tournament is tonight and all my Friends are gonna watch me play!
Mr and Mrs. Travis (enter): Junior! Junior! Where are you! Please come back!!! (Mrs Travis cries)
Steve: Hello Mr. and Mrs. Travis! (Gasp) Why Mrs Travis, what's the matter?
Mrs Travis (crying): Our baby Junior is GONE!!!
Steve: What?! What happened to him?
Mr. Travis: He's been kidnapped! We went to wake him up this morning and he wasn't in his crib.
Mrs Travis (crying): Instead we found this! (Shows baby dummy)
Steve: Oh my gosh! That is strange.
Mrs Travis (crying):...

"Ah, hello Dewey, nice to see ya for the first time, toi don't look too bad yourself," a dit The Kid with a muse.

"Oh, I'm aware of who toi are, you're that crime lord that's been making my boys look bad!" he shouted angrily. 

"That was me? Look bad at what? toi can't prove jack shit fat boy, and who are ya gonna tell, the cops?" asked the Kid with a light chuckle. 

King Dewey's face then turned from one of rage, to a smirk. 

"Nope, I know the cops aren't my guys, but I know one thing for sure, Kid, if that's even your name," a dit King Dewey. 

"Oh yeah, what?" asked the Kid with a wide grin. ...