Good-Bye Hug

Unknown Confession

Skipper stood in the doorway, shocked at what he had just seen.

Was…was that a painting of…of ME?! He thought to himself, still not believing his own two eyes.

“Nah that wasn’t me, it was probably just a manchot, pingouin from her old aquarium.” He a dit to himself as he waddled out of Marlene’s habitat.

“Yea that’s what it was, just an old friend of hers that just happens to look like me.” Skipper continued, smiling as he tried desperately to convince himself that he had not just seen a painting of himself in Marlene’s habitat.

He colombe to the ground and slid on his belly...

If he only knew
Eh, it might be a one-shot.. Might not. :P (this is in Claudia’s pov)
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I sat on the chair in the HQ, as usual on Saturday morning. Couldn’t miss my shows! Too bad Kowalski isn’t here… His fave montrer is on… I turned off the TV. Kowalski had a dit TV could make toi go loopy, after all. I decided it would be a better time for vitamin C refreshment. I walked to the ‘mess hall’, otherwise known as the other side of the HQ, and looked in the cabinet for a...

Afternoon, and there was a knock on the door…

Kowalski, who was sitting against a mur of the HQ, looked up from his book that he was lire and stared at the door. Private rolled over from within his bunk and glanced at the door, as well. Skipper groaned and made his way towards the source of the sound. He seemed to be doing most of the work, lately. The others only seemed to be interested in quarrels and drama. The leader longed to go on another successful mission with his teammates; like they used to. Otherwise, life at the zoo was beginning to lose its meaning. But something kept him...

Kowalski descended down the ladder into the penguin’s HQ, having just gotten Skipper to confess one of his deepest secrets. His vision panned from one side to the other, scanning the inside for the other penguins.

Rico was sitting in the corner as usual, brushing his doll’s hair and cooing at her. Seeing thing brought a smile to Kowalski’s face. Even though he thought of their relationship as weird, it was still kinda cute to see Rico act like that and Kowalski couldn’t help but smile at the manic bird.

His eyes continued to pan until they fell upon Private. The youngster was sitting...

Skipper's Replacement
Chapter 1: Three Confused Penguins
    Skipper has packed the last of his things in a greatly oversized suitcase, filling it to the brim so that it had difficulty closing. It was full of the latest and most deadly military equipment in the base for enemies could be lurking in the very shadows of the Bahamas. toi can't be too sûr, sans danger on vacation, Skipper thought as he dragged it off his bunk and it fell to the ground with a clatter, waking up Kowalski.
    Kowalski rubbed the last of the sleep from his eyes and blinked sleepily. "Your...

Victoria sat in a chair at the corner of the room. It had been a jour since she had landed here after a fight with a faucon almost killed her. Four penguins surrounded her, the one named Kowalski had a clipboard, anothe one a bit shorter than Kowalski with a mowhawk held a light over her, One that had a flat head stood in front of her, and the shortest o the four stood inoccently par Kowalski. "So," the flat-headed one said,"who are you?" Victoria looked at him
"Victoria" she saidafter a few moments of hesitation, "Who are you? May I ask?". The manchot, pingouin glared into her eyes "That information is...

“So…this is it?” a dit Marlene, obviously under whelmed. She turned to Kowalski, who was standing suivant to her, surveying his lair proudly.

“What, toi don’t like it?” a dit Kowalski sadly.

“No, no!” a dit Marlene quickly, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “It’s just…it’s in the sewer…”

“After a bit, toi can’t really notice the smell,” a dit Kowalski, taking a deep breath to prove her wrong. An unbearable smell crashed into his nostrils and he groaned and put a flipper over his beak. “I stand corrected.”

“So, where is this organ?” she said, looking around. “Is...

Well, it is 1:52 AM and I am so freaking bored. What does an auteur like myself do? She writes a story. So, I was drawing something for Deviant Art, and for some reason, I just got that idea stuck in my head…so…Here ya go! Please Review, and give me ideas for future chats you'd like me to post on here, thanks! -^_^-

So here are the chat names!

Skipper: Classified

Kowalski: Einstein2

Rico: Kablamoo

Private: LittleWinky

Julien: RingtailRocks

Maurice: MauriceYO

Mort: IheartFeet

Marlene: Marlene3

Chat Number UNO!

Classified is Online

LittleWinky is Online

LittleWinky: Hey, Skippah!

Classified: -_-!

LittleWinky:...

Skipper jolted up in fright. He looked around. At first his vision was blurry and he was unfamiliar with his surroundings. After a few seconds, his vision cleared and reconized the comfort of his bunk. It was dark. It must have still been early in the morning.

His cœur, coeur was still racing. What a nightmare! He was relieved it was all just a dream, and he relaxed. His dream felt so real, like it actually happened. Much plus real then any of his other dreams. He could've swore it really happened. He was even surprised that he was asleep in his lit instead of actually running from Marlene.

Skipper...

(Have no idea if I should make this a one-shot ou not)


"It's Valentine's day!" Private yelled cheerfully. "...well tomorrow."

At the middle of the room, Skipper just rolled his eyes. "Private, what's so great about that?"

"It's a jour about ♥'s, and love, and...♥'s! I can't wait!" he said, "Who knows, maybe [1]you'll[/1] find a rendez-vous amoureux, date Skippa'!"

"Private, No. I'm not ever, ever, EVER! going to rendez-vous amoureux, date again!" he yelled. "I'm not even sure l’amour exist anymore."

"Skipper, l’amour does exist," a dit Kowalski, "It's inside our bodies. Which is located somewhere in the circulatory system."

"You too Kowalski?"...

Here is part two. It features Julene (JulienxMarlene), Prilene (PrivatexMarlene), and Martino (MarlenexAntino). The last one we have never seen these two together but who cares. We might as well analyize the facts on it.

Julene- I'm sorry to all the fans of this but no way. It will crash and burn. Julien obiviously has feelings for Marlene but there are too many holes in it. One, Julien is plus important to himself than Marlene is. Marlene needs full and utter attention which also explains a problem with skilene and marski. Not enough time for Marlene. Plus Marlene has made it clear that she...

Blazing Love

-NYFD, 2300 Hours

An alarm rang, the feu men sprang to the pole and slid down to the 1st floor. And most immediately went to the feu trucks. One ran to another.

“What's the diagnoses?” One fireman asked

“A feu at the Central Park Zoo.” The other said.

The first fireman lowered his head, closed his eyes, and sighed in disappointment. “Jesus, people trying to kill animaux these days?”

“I don't know if that was the cause of the problem.” Then he started to run towards a firetruck. Then he turned and put his arms out towards the fireman. “But there's only one way to...

[Skipper]

Septenber 3, 2019.

It was peaceful...too peaceful. Normaly I'd hear Julien dancing to musique as usual. But then again, I was gone for 9 years. Maybe he'd changed...well, toi never know.

The zoo was the same as when I left it. Exactly the same. Except there is no one crying and begging me to stay. And yes, that was my team who was crying and begging.

I wonder if they missed me. Do they still remember me?...I thought to myself. Maybe I'm just a distant memory to them. I sent them letters, but they never send any back. Don't they know that I'm comming? Maybe they're angry at me for leaving....

Skipper barged into the manchot, pingouin HQ, Kowalski still close behind, his head hung low with dejection. The first thing he noticed was Private lying on the table, bandaged, bruised, and unconscious, with Rico hovering around him.

He made a B-line to where the young manchot, pingouin lay and visually assessed his injuries. After deciding that his wounds although serious, weren’t life threatening, Skipper demanded to know what happened.

Kowalski began to explain how Private had climbed the arbre to rescue the kitten, how he was so close to saving a dit kitten, and how the branch gave out under his weight. His...

Skipper’s eyes slowly opened; his vision still blurry from sleep. He blinked twice to regain his focus. For a seconde he forgot where he was, he wasn’t in his bunk, and he wasn’t in the HQ. A brown figure lying suivant to him caught his attention. It was Marlene. He remembered telling her he would spend the night, knowing that his team could take care of themselves. He shrugged and returned back to a prone position and went back to sleep.

Fifteen minutes later he awoke again, but this time to the smell of poisson coffee brewing on the table. He sat up and put his face in his flippers and let...

Three days passed and Skipper finally decided that the late night training exercises were not doing anyone any good. No one really knew why he had come to this conclusion, but perhaps he thought it was affecting Kowalski’s mind, as Kowalski had changed throughout the last three days.

Kowalski used to hate musique and generally only tolerated it if it was soft and not repetitive and annoying. Now, he already listened to every record the penguins owned and even played them while he was fiddling with an invention. On jour three, he finally packed up all of his inventions and threw them into a corner,...

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...

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,...