Alex: gee santa does't com early skipper and the penguins come skipper: kolwaski where are we kolwaski: at a house
And downstairs is a subway sation Alex just stands there
Alex: who are you? Skipper just looks at Alex. Alex: hm hello? Skipper: oh yeah I am skipper and that's kolwaski, private and Rico Alex: oh right kolwaski, private and Rico go downstairs Alex and. Skipper look at each other then I look up there a misltoe Alex looks up and then looks at Skipper
Then they kissed kolwaski, private and Rico looks at them
Then the break Alex: well I should get back to lire skipper: what are toi reading? Alex: I am lire the hunger games skipper: I read the whole book Alex: really can toi tell me what happens at the end skipper: nope Alex: come on
Alex: fell asleep on skipper' s shoulder
And downstairs is a subway sation Alex just stands there
Alex: who are you? Skipper just looks at Alex. Alex: hm hello? Skipper: oh yeah I am skipper and that's kolwaski, private and Rico Alex: oh right kolwaski, private and Rico go downstairs Alex and. Skipper look at each other then I look up there a misltoe Alex looks up and then looks at Skipper
Then they kissed kolwaski, private and Rico looks at them
Then the break Alex: well I should get back to lire skipper: what are toi reading? Alex: I am lire the hunger games skipper: I read the whole book Alex: really can toi tell me what happens at the end skipper: nope Alex: come on
Alex: fell asleep on skipper' s shoulder
a tribute to manchot, pingouin of Madagascar
please commentaire it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
manchot, pingouin of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
rejoindre together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I l’amour them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live manchot, pingouin of Madagascar
toi will never be forgotten
please commentaire it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
manchot, pingouin of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
rejoindre together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I l’amour them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live manchot, pingouin of Madagascar
toi will never be forgotten
This is my first fan fiction. Hope toi enjoy it! Oh, and if toi were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my accueil could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt ou a grocery store. Still, the only good nourriture I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The mur belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my accueil could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt ou a grocery store. Still, the only good nourriture I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The mur belonged to the Central Park Zoo!