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posted by CuteCuddly
So, I decided to insert myself in a fanfic. Yay. Hope toi enjoy:

I rub my eyes. Was I dreaming? The last thing I remember was...well...having writers block over a fan fiction story on my laptop. Now I was somewhere else. Not my room. I knew I was in the USA. When I found out, that's when I knew, things had gotten weird. I don't even LIVE in the US! I'm halfway across the world! Of course, normal days ARE weird, but this is weirder than weird...

I wander around a while, trying to figure out where on earth I am. That's when I notice the zoo. Maybe someone there can tell me.

I enter the zoo ad talk to the first person I meet. A head-haired zookeeper.

"Excuse me," I say, "can toi tell me where I am?"
"We have three rules in this zoo," she replies. "Don't feed the animals, don't touch the animals, and don't ask me stupid questions." And she turned away.
"How very helpful," I mutter. "But where have I heard that before?"

I figure it out when I see the penguins, smiling and waving at the crowds. I push my way to the front and my suspicions were correct.

"I'm in the Central Park Zoo," I screech quietly. I find a place to hide, until the zoo closed.

When the zookeeper, I now know is Alice, closed the gates, I come out of hiding. I make my way to the penguins’ habitat, and climbed over the fence. The penguins were nowhere in sight, so I suspect they are underground in the HQ.

I carefully remove the fish-bowl door and peek inside. I let out a small squeal. The penguins are right below me, the flat-headed one talking to his team.

"My gut's got a weird feeling," he says.
"Indigestion?" the tall one asks. "Or, is something going to happen?"
"Something's going to happen, and I'm not happy about it."
"Is it going to hurt us, Skippah?" the littlest one asks.
"I don't know," the leader replies. "But it's going happen soon."

I can't help but wonder what this thing that's going happen is. I keep watching, as the tall one speaks.

"Can I montrer toi guys the new dance I made up for the cute and cuddly routine?" he asks.
"Sure, go ahead," the flat-headed one says, cheerfully.

The tall one begins to waggle his hips and jiggle and wriggle in the most delightful way. I can't help but giggle quietly. Only, it's not as quiet as I think and the flat-headed one immediately spots me.

"Security breech," he cries and the four of them spring into action.

The suivant thing I know, I am on the ground, being pinned par four penguins. Two holding down my arms, one holding down my legs (they're surprisingly strong) and the flat-headed one standing on my stomach.

"Who are you, and who do toi work for?"
"I am..." I think about this. Should I tell him my name? Then I have an idea.
"Classified," I say, and I see he is taken aback. "As for who I work for, I work for no-one."
"Failing to give me intel, huh?" he says, rubbing his...chin? "I knew it, you're a spy."
"Ok, now THAT'S rediculus," I snap. "Me? A spy? I'm 12 years old. Do toi think I even have the capabilty of being a spy?"
"Skipper," the tall one says, letting go of my right wrist. "She has got a point."

Skipper glares at me, but jumps off my chest al the same.
"Release her," he sighs. The smaller manchot, pingouin let go of my left wrist.
"Aww," says the one holding my feet. "Gvyisn bdyuoe vtys."
"I know toi wanted to cut a human girl up with a chainsaw," the leader says. "Maybe suivant time."

"Ok. now I know about your secret operation and such," I say. "Are toi going to have to wipe my memory?"
"Kowalski?"
"No can do, Skipper," the tall one sighs. "I don't have the technoligy."
"Then I suppose she has to join," the leader considered his remark. "I can always use a new recruit."
My eyes, I'm sure, pop out of my head.
"That'll be amazing," I cry, grabbing the little manchot, pingouin and spinning him around. "I'll be the best recruit ever."

The tall penguin, takes out a ray-gun.
"This will turn toi into a penguin," he says. "It won't hurt excpet for a little pinch."
"Followed par the breif sensation of a thousands suns buringing in her skull?" the British one asks, nervously.
"No, just a pinch, and the feeling of throwing up your guts and unspeakable things from your stomach."
"Yeah, I don't think I can-" before I can finish, I am shot par a blue beam. I feel the a dit pinch, but not the feeling of throwing up my guts and unspeakable things form my stomach.
"How do toi feel?" the leader asks.
"Dizzy," I say. My vision is blurry, but that's probably because my glasses were knocked off when I got ray-gunned.
"Can someone get my glasses? I can't see a dran thing."

The littlest avian hands me my glasses and I put them on. When I could see, I see the penguins had grown. No, I had shruck. Not only that, but I had flippers and feathers and a beak.
"Ok, this is officially weird,"
"You know it, sister," says flatty.

"Ok, now that I'm a penguin, can I know who toi guys are?"
"Fine, I'm Skipper. I am the Skipper. toi can call me Skipper." I hold out my hand, I mean flipper and he shakes it.
"I am Kowalski," the tall, rather handsome one says. "I am the scientist and options guy."
"Hey, I like science...and history...and maths...but not really grammer."
"Good to know," Kowalski says. I think he was being sarcastic, but I'm not sure.
"Rico," the one who wanted to cut me up says. "Hvvus byusfvyu svyucva xsvytcavc vytsvf KABOOM!!!"
"Oookaay," I say.
"He a dit that's he's Rico and he's the weapons specialist and he likes explsions and kabooms." Kowalski said. Wow, even his voice is nice.
And I'm private," the littlest one says, breaking me out of my thoughts. "I'm private first class and I l’amour lunacorns and hugs and friends."
"Aww, you're so sweet," I say.

"Now that toi know who we are, can toi tell us who toi are?"
"Oh yeah," I say. "I'm..." I think for a moment. Should I tell these crazy birds my name? What if they're freaky stalkers? Thne I remember my fanpop account.
"I'm CC," I say.
"What's that stand for?" Skipper asks.
"Nothing, it's just CC."
"I see," he says, eying my suspisously. "I'll buy that."

"Skippah, where will she sleep?" Private whispers.
"Kowalski, bedtime options."
"Well, one of us could give up our bunk for tonight unitl we find better arangments," Kowalski says.
"Any others?"
"No,"
"Then who will give up tehy're bunk?" No-one volenteers. Skipper sighs.
"Fine," he says. "I will."
"No need," I say quickly. "I'm alright sleeping on the floor, over there maybe," I point to the place near the periscope. "I just need a oreiller and blanket.
"Well, that's easy," Private tweets and hurries off to get the wanted items.

When he returns, I set myself up comfortably.
"I must warn you," Skipper says. "We wake up early, at least 0600 hours."
"I useually wake up ay seven, but I'll survive an heure earlier." I say with a yawn.
"You'll be doing trainin with us," Skipper says.
"Ok," I say, closing my eyes. "Sounds fun."

I take off my glasses and put them suivant to me. I crul up under the blanket and I watch the penguins climbed into their assigned bunks. I soon fall asleep and drift off to dreamland.
posted by knocktimerico
Skipper had taken his time to get back from Marlene’s so he could piece together the best words to explain his and Marlene’s relationship, especially to young Private.

He entered through the fishbowl entrance as he usually would, and turned to face his team. Much to his surprise the three were standing facing him, almost as if they expected him.

“Skipper I believe there’s something toi need to tell these two.” Kowalski stated as he motioned his flipper first towards Rico then Private. The two of the stared at Skipper anxiously, waiting to hear what Kowalski was talking about.

“Yea...
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posted by Cornflak
Unfortunate for the chercher to conclude in failure. Of course, one couldn’t complain when two of the three penguins that engaged the mission had been lacking in effort. The third penguin, Rico, had found something rather interesting. A gray crowbar partially stained with blood of seemingly unknown origin. Normally, the explosives expert tended to avaler, hirondelle any sort of object that sparked his interest, which, in this case, was so.

Now, at this point, Skipper and Kowalski really didn’t care for Private’s case, much to the small penguin’s delight. And then, typically, life went on as it had,...
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In fact, that night, Private had much difficulty in falling asleep. Simply the thought of a friend who was in need prevented the manchot, pingouin from sleeping. He wondered if Rico was awake, too. He certainly hoped not. Private only wished the best for the regurgitating penguin.

Suddenly, a noise from below grasped Private’s full attention. On first inspection, it was difficult to determine what the sound was. Luckily, Private merely turned his head to the side and caught the perfect glimpse of Rico’s back. The heavyset manchot, pingouin was slowly heading towards the television. This baffled Private, for...
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posted by Cornflak
Despite the fact that it was well early in the morning, the injured Private was donné a few hours to himself for rest and recovery. Skipper stayed true to his word, being sure as to give Private his privacy throughout the entire day. Having done this, the leader also granted the rest of the team absolute freedom for the day. Hopefully, this would give the other penguins some time to themselves. After Private’s unexpected disappearance, it was probably for the best.

Taking advantage of these moments, Kowalski chose to sit in a corner of the room, écriture all of his thoughts on his notepad....
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hello i'm here to inform the peaple about peinguins. peaple used to think that peinguins only lived in antartica truth is they can be found just about anywere from africa to calafornia infact there are only SIX species of peinguins that actually live in antartica including the peinguins we all know and l’amour who are the only species that has plain orange feet and some times orange bill they can also be black and plain black and white feathers all other species of peinguins like the emporror peinguin the largest species of peinguins at a lenght of up to three feet has an orange near and on the...
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posted by rico911910
..YOU LOOK AT THE suivant PAGE.......................
was nurses and docters all crowded around Skipper how was laying on the hospital lit shacking will the some of them were holding him down. One of the docters puting a oxagen mask on Skipper and held it there so he could breath easier. Then a nurse came in holding a shot with meadisen filled haf way to the top. As the meadisen was injeted into skipper to calm his cœur, coeur rate down the room begian to fall into silence. Slower and slower his
heart started to bet. When the docters looked at the monuter they side in releaf when Skipper's cœur, coeur rate...
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S:Skipper; K:Kowalski; P: Private; R: Rico; M:Marlene; J: Julien; Mau: Maurice; Mort:Mort. A: Alice



Part Two

Alice breaks the bottle against the haut, retour au début of the cage and the glass shatters everywhere. She places the couteau right in front of the cage door. She opens the cage.

A: Now toi can get out! Let’s see if toi are smart enough!!!

She stares at them and waits.

S: We aren’t gonna get out like this! Rico!
R: Blaghhh (he pukes a handglider and they all hold on to some ones leg. Alice watches with fury)
A: toi aren’t off the hook that easy! And I guess toi are wondering what happened to your little...
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The rats lead Skipper away on the steel cage. This time he knew better than to struggle, he might as well save his energy for what was coming. ‘Well,’ thinks Skipper ‘I guess that this is the moment of truth.’ The sound of footsteps and the repugnant smell went away after a while and a few moments later Skipper felt himself being lowered down again. The cover is pulled away; Skipper blinks in the sudden light as his eyes adjust. In front of him stood Kowalski, Rico, and Private, all seeming exceedingly happy. Skipper was back inside his lair. The rats climb back outside chuckling as...
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[Skipper looks around. His manchot, pingouin lair is empty]
    Skipper: Kowalski? Rico? Private? Anyone? All my men seem to be gone. Perhaps they’re at Marlene’s.
[He sneaks over to Marlene’s habitat, careful to not be seen]
    Skipper: Marlene? Marlene! She seems to be gone to! This must be a complot, but from who? The only suspicious activity I have seen came from…[Gasps] Kowalski!
[Skipper quickly rushes to the maki, lémurien habitat. After much searching (even underneath the "RoyalThrone")he finds it empty]
    Skipper: No! Not the lemurs too!...
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Kowalski is walking down the busy sidewalk and stops when he sees Skipper sitting on a rue corner with a tin can to collect change.
Skipper: Spare change for a new lair, please? Over here, I need dough!
Kowalski: Skipper? What are toi doing?
Skipper: Kowalski, I never thought I would be happier to see your brain. How far are we from a new lair?
Kowalski looks in the cup and sees one Candy wrapper along with a button.) At this rate centuries.
Skipper: We are depending on Rico and Private now.
Kowalski: No we’re not.
They see two penguins, Rico and Private, heading toward them.
Skipper: Report....
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added by Kinkystar
posted by midnightangel88
private: uh (wakes up) where are we skippah
pinkie: (pops out of nowhere) hi there my names pinkie
private: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
pinkie: oh i'm sorry
private: skippah skippah where are toi (wimpers)
pinkie: salut whats wrong
private: (crys) skippah
pinkie: (picks him up and brings him to twilights)
private: where am i (wimpers) skippah please come
twilight: who's skipper
private: skippah's m-my brother so are kowalski and rico (wimpers) i don't know where i am i'm scared
fluttershy: aww what a poor thing
meanwhile at the hq
skipper: salut where's private (hears something)
tv: skippah's my brother so are kowalski and rico (wimpers) i don't know where i am i'm scared
they travel there
skipper: were here
private: (wimpers and gets taken to canterlot)
to be continued
posted by SJF_Penguin2
link if toi would like to access the first chapter.

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Off the Shelf
A Penguins of Madagascar fanfic
Chapter 2: "Career Change"

Liz glanced at her daughter in the back siège through the rearview mirror of her silver Subaru Outback. "So, have toi named your little Friends yet?"

"Yes." Chelsea held Skipper up. "This is Mr. Penguin." And then held up Marlene. "And this is Mrs. Penguin."

"No, no, sweetie. The brown one is an otter. Remember the story I told toi in the gift shop?"

"I know she's an otter, Mom. But she changed her name when she got married."

"Married?"...
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“Tuckered Out”
November 1, 2014


Marlene yawned. “Thanks for taking me to that Enrique Guitaro concert, guys,” she a dit to the penguins as they drove her home. “It went a lot better than last time. And going backstage? That was”—she yawned again as if she hadn’t slept in days—“really awesome,” she finished.

Skipper chuckled from his place to the right of her. “I don’t think staying up all the way to one in the morning is a good idea for you.”

Marlene shook her head. “No, no, I’m awake.” She fought off another yawn and rubbed her eyes. “Tack as a sharp.”

Skipper...
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“I Insist”
September 27, 2014


“All right, men. I want a perimeter. Make it fast, make it wide, and make it where toi can see everything, but nothing can see you,” Skipper ordered the team in Central Park. “On my mar —”

“Hey, aren’t toi those penguins from the aquarium?” Fred interrupted as he approached them.

Skipper rolled his eyes. “Zoo, actually. What do toi want, Fred? We’re in the middle of something,” he asked impatiently.

“Yeah, I’m in the middle of something too. I think it’s called Central Park. Anyway, I was just wondering, is that loutre friend of yours...
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“Another Side”
April 26, 2014


    Skipper led a blindfolded Marlene into her cave.

    “Skipper, what is this? What’s the big surprise?” Marlene urged with anticipation.

    “Well, remember a couple of weeks il y a when toi a dit you’ve always wanted to stargaze, but couldn’t because of the bright city lights?” Skipper asked, preparing to remove the blindfold.

    “Yes, why?” Marlene answered.

    Skipper pulled off the blindfold. “That’s why,” he a dit with a grin.

    Marlene...
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No Time 07.14.16

“Maurice!” Julien cried from his throne.

Maurice trudged up to him, not even trying to hide his contempt. “Yes, your majesty?”

“I need another smoothie,” Julien said, propping his head up with one paw while rubbing his chest with the other. He coughed and wheezed. “I can feel my time approaching . . . so make it with extra mangue for the extra sweet-y-ness-ness . . .”

Maurice rolled his eyes. “You a dit your time was approaching two days ago,” he said.

“Well, how should I know, Maurice? I am not Clair’s Voyage!” Julien a dit before coughing again.

“It’s...
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Foreign 02.24.16

“Morning, Nari!” Marlene a dit one morning, excitedly nudging her habitat-mate and adoptive sister. “Come on, wake up!” she urged, eager to get out in the Monterey sun.

Nari stretched her arms and legs with a yawn as she sat up. “Marlene, the morning will still be there in ten minutes,” she complained with a smile.

Marlene laughed and pulled her arm. “Don’t be a wimp! Come on! Let’s go for a swim!”

The two went outside their cave-like room out into the California spring morning, Marlene at the lead while Nari lagged behind. Marlene colombe into their pond while...
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