Horror 02.07.16

“All right, team,” Skipper a dit into his radio. “Good work. I’m returning to HQ.”

After jumping down from atop the Zoovenir Shop, he started toward HQ after a long afternoon of surveillance. But prior to leaping into his habitat, a scream came from Marlene’s. Dropping the radio, he leapt into her habitat and dashed into her cave.

“Marlene!” he called. “What’s the trouble?”

Marlene stood on her bed, holding her Spanish guitare like a bat and scanning the floor.

“It was right there! I saw it!” she screamed.

Skipper, still in combat position, awkwardly scanned...

"It's that it?"

"No, there's still a few left, sir."

"Well? What are they? Give us a list. Rico and I will gather them as soon as he comes back from gathering the last liste toi gave him."

"Sure! Just give me a few moments."

"This had better work, Private. I still say it's a waste of time."

"Don't worry! It will! I just hope that Kowalski is all right with it."

Kowalski paused on his way to the HQ's slightly covered entrance. Bits of conversation had seeped out, and they were not making any sense to the scientist. What were Private and Skipper talking about? That was not the thing what worried Kowalski,...

Dedicated to my father, the Central Park Zoo and their wonderful penguins, and all the zoo animals, villains and Zoo staff who made fanpop accounts, without whom toi wouldn’t be lire this story.

“One Heck of a Town”, a P.o.M fan fiction.

Sunday, March 03, 2013.

New York City is a sprawling mass of gorgeous architecture, noisy streets, and fantastic smells. It’s a city where anything can happen, right down to solving a case with Richard Castle, falling deep below the depths of the Big pomme in Suzanne Collin’s Underland, fighting monsters of myths with Percy Jackson, ou going on missions...

Everyone met in the gift boutique after closing time like he said, what was the suivant challenge? And who was going to be in it? Rico and Michele sat on haut, retour au début of the counter and talked about each other, Kat was trying to start conversations with skipper, but skipper would hardly sit and listen with Kat, ivy and rainshadow were playing tag inside the gift boutique awaiting then suivant challenge, and everyone else was talking...

Michele: so....I hear toi are this strong manchot, pingouin with no feelings ou emotions....is that true?

Rico: it's not entirly true....

Rico then kissed Michele on the cheek and grabbed her arm....

toi can now almost count on me finishing it. Happy reading!

Rico and the girls tried to explain what had happened. Ivy seemed to be the only one who fully got it. Rico, Ru, and Rica we're still very excited.
"That's wonderful that you're finally back together!"  Private said.
"Is that why you've always been down on Father's day?" Kowalski made the connection.
"Why don't toi spend the rest of the jour catching up?" Ivy suggested.
"Of corse!" Ru exclaimed.  
"Oh! Urka! Wheres Urka?!" Rico excitedly asked.
Rica scratched her head. "Um, sorry. She didn't come."
"Who's Urka?" Skipper asked.
Rico growled...

"What the deuce?!" Skipper exclaimed as he and team rushed out of the hatch. They looked around, unsure of where the scream had come from, then they heard a light sobbing coming from the loutre habitat. "Move out, boys!" Skipper ordered.

Upon entering Marlene's, they saw her in the entrance to her habitat leaning against the wall. Her paws were cupped over her mouth, tears were slowly running down her cheeks, and she seemed to be paralyzed with fear. "What happened, Marlene?" Private a dit as the team approached her. Marlene remained silent, unable to speak.

"Marlene?" Skipper stepped up to her...

It was an unusually chilly night in June. It was the 8th of June to be exact. Rain was pouring down in torrents, showering the abandonned trailer. The reflection of headlights on an occasional passing vehicle ou a flashlight danced along the tin roof. A manchot, pingouin darted quickly across the gravel road, his body slicked and shiny from the pounding rain. He hurried to the trailer, ducking beneath it and crawling down underneath. He slunk a short ways before thrusting himself up through a hatch in the floor above him. He found himself in a small, warm kitchen. He stood up, slicking the rainwater...

This is the Sequel to "The Clipboard Theory". It's being rewritten. If toi have trouble finding the first story, just ask.



Kowalski stood outside his home, chest puffed out proudly, feathers ruffled, a rather goofy grin on his face, as he stared at what was before him.

"Is it good, Dad? Did I do a good job?" Kowalski looked down at his son, a young manchot, pingouin with tiny tuffs of down feathers clinging to his new, slick ones, much like Kowalski's own memories, both quickly fading reminders of their past. Kowalski notes how long it had taken Kona to lose his feathers; a an longer than normal, but...

One mois later, Private had gotten to know the team and the zoo animaux reasonably well. He felt comfortable in Central Park. Everyone was friendly (except Joey) and Private could imagine himself living there, quite happily, for the rest of his life.
Nothing could have prepared him for what happened next.
It was in the middle of training, one day, when the team heard a voice coming from inside the H.Q.
"Peng-you-ins" it said, "I have a message that I think toi will want to hear." Private was confused. The others weren't. They immediately stopped what they were doing and entered the hole under...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As much as I wanted to write this in first person point of view, but I figured it is plus suitable this way. This is just a short happening in the HQ. I kindly request toi to "Please Comment."

    BOOM! Another huge explosion shook the HQ. Skipper, Private and Rico looked up from their cards then to the steel door, which stood firm for a seconde before falling vers l'avant, vers l’avant dute to the blow.
    "Sorry! I'll fix that!" exclaimed a still carbon covered Kowalski as he burst out the lab. He quickly picked up the door, reconnected it with the bearings...

3rd Chapter! Awesome! :D

I want to thank LeonardFan, Marika_1996, and Icicle1penguin for reviewing last chapter! :D

Anyways, lets continue on the story!

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Dimension 1 (???)
Penguins HQ

At pressing the button, the penguins was shocked, shocked enough to drop the tape-player. They were shocked, not at the message, but who was saying the message.

It was... Blowhole.

As the shock left Skipper, he picked up the player and pressed play again, for it turned off when it touched the floor. As the others snapped out of their shock, they listened for a clue...

"help me... *cough* I, Dr. James Kelno Blowhole,...

RACCOON CITY!!!
The two females finally make it to Raccoon City......It's AWFULL! The buildings were burned to the ground, There are zombies everywhere, and the foulest stench in the whole WORLD lingered in the air! It was a complete wasteland. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! WERE GONNA DIE!" Marlene cried. Lilly just had a worried expression on her face, and a dit nothing the whole way there. Marlene knew Lilly was scared, but she's too tough to admit it. " Don't worry, we'll find 'em." Marlene tells Lilly with a smile. Lilly smiles back. All of a sudden, a zombie comes up from Marlene's side of the...

"So tell me , Nolan.." He says.

I don't know what to do. I have been hanging here for hours, blood dripping down my face.
How could I have gotten myself into this? I was just an ordinary Wolf/spy. Now a monster. A hanging monster. Just like I deserve. Now I wait to be killed. Waiting for his statement.
But I am an impatient person. But I am forced to.

After all, I am Nolan Miles.

"...Why are toi here?" He finishes.

"Well.." I laugh, trying to keep my cool. After all, if I were to freak, I would be dead par now.

"I was sent here par an organisation haut, retour au début secret for even me to know, Trying to make a life."...

(this article is rated PG13 some contents in this parigraph my be disterbing to others parent guidents and fewer discoution is advised thank toi and injoy)
S: Alright team! Are we all set? good. Kowalski how much time do we got left?
K: Well...it will crash land in 5,4,3,2,1.
S: Wow...nice timeing Kowalski.
P: The plane it the target skippar.
S: Nice work team lets see if whoever was driving the plane is alright.
K: Rico can i have a littile help lifting the top.
R: Hua.....
P: foins, hay skippar look there penguins like us.
K: What are they doing flying in a milltary plane?
S: They its Manfriada and Ujonesin!...

A normal jour at the CPZ, the penguins are going through their normal morning routine when the Alice alarm goes off suddenly. They all run up topside to see her carrying a large crate.

To the man on the walkie-talkie she says, “Yeah we’re hoping that this female will mate with one of the males.” Alice put the caisse down and walked away.

From inside the crate, they all heard a mumble, “Mate my ass. What am I, a prostitute?” It was a pretty female voice.

Skipper examined the caisse and said, “Kowalski, options.” Kowalski flipped through his notebook and looked over his options he planned...

The suivant morning, Antonio arrived at the manchot, pingouin habitat promptly at noon. The other penguins went on with their duties while Antonio and Skipper sat across from each other at the table, tableau in HQ.

“So, what do toi want to know?” Skipper asked folding his flippers on the table.

“Well, I’m not sure where to begin,” Antonio replied. “I want to know everything,” he a dit wistfully, resting his chin on his fist and closing his eyes. When he opened them, Skipper was staring at him impatiently, with an eyebrow arched. Antonio awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Well,” Skipper started, breaking...

MacGuffium 239 was, as toi know, mentioned in "It's About Time". It was a pink, glowing liquid. But, what exactly would it look like if it was real? ......................................................................................................First, let's get a lesson in the periodic table. The Periodic table, tableau is grouped par similar properties with each of its 117 elements (some of which haven't been verified, but I won't get into that since it's difficult to explain). Elements are ordered par their atomic number, which is the number in the haut, retour au début left corner of the element square. Under...

Author’s Note: This is the third installment of my skits. First was the regular POM skits, then a set of Skilene skits, and now I present to my readers, Villain skits. If toi want to read the first twenty skits, click link for the first set of regular POM skits and link for the Skilene skits. As the titre says, these skits will showcase our favori villains in some sort of funny antic, ou at least that’s my goal. Any skit with a Roman numeral in brackets suivant to it has a skit note associated with it at the end. I hope toi enjoy them.

21) Figure of Speech [XII]

    “So,...

I was awaiting his decision I had wanted to make to save my two Friends and get then out of this hell hole, and make them not suffer anymore, but then blowhole had that grin on that face that made me cringe, I knew what was about to happen.

Blowhole:actually I have a better idea, and idea that I like a whole lot better...minion, go get my favori weapon.

The minion then smiled at all of us, that terrible grin on. There faces were bothering me, god, why can't they leave us alone, haven't we suffered enough. The minion stopped smiling and ran out of the room to go get this "special weapon"

Blowhole:...

Okay, I decided to take a break from my other fanfiction to write this. It's a Kico story, so if toi don't like Kico, please don't waste your time commenting on it.

I was in my lab, fiddling absentmindedly with a piece of wire while staring at the wall.
I had been trying to figure out the greatest mystery of all: love.
Why do we feel love? What is it exactly? And why can't I understand it?
I picked up the smoking device at my side. It was supposed to make me know the réponses to all these puzzling questions, but it hadn't worked.
"'Walski?" a hoarse voice asked.
I looked up. Rico, my friend and practically...