"Madly Madagascar": Bobblehead Row

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“Curse toi Parker the Platypus!” – A P.o.M fan fiction.
August 20th, 2011. Seaville Aqua Fun Park. Staten Island, New York.
Parker the platypus sighed in frustration and utter boredom as he rested his elbows on the stone ledge surrounding his habitat- if toi could even call it /that/. Did these bozos /actually/ expect him to perform?
“Seaville Aqua Fun Park’s Trained Platypus : Percy!”, the sign above his habitat read. How this place stayed open after...

    I scanned Marlene from head to toe. Her once beautiful eyes were still blank, yet her expression was warped with anger. Her paws were in fists, balled to her sides and she was poised for combat. I’ll admit, Marlene’s extremely attractive when she’s angry—hey, don’t judge me, I’m entitled to an opinion!—but the way she was looking at me at that moment, like she wanted to decorate the room with my insides, never have I longed to see her smile plus in my life.

    Blowhole must’ve sensed my shock, because his laughter once again pulled...

     Fallout Chapter 2: Following in his Footsteps

Private stepped outside and was greeted par the bright sun. He’s never seen a light so bright before due to the fact he’s lived inside an underground voûte all his life. His eyes were able to adjust to the bright sunlight, and as soon as he did he saw the outside world. Wasteland, everything around him was destroyed. Roads, nearby houses, the landscape, everything. Private followed the road, thinking it would lead him to where his father is. As he’s waddling, he can’t help but to look at all the destruction around...

I know what you're probably thinking. Why haven't I told her yet? Why haven't I a dit anything to anybody about it? Well, that comes later. Anyway, most of the afternoon isn't that important. It was what happened later on that night that really worried me.

My team and I were away in our bunks, sleeping soundly. Well, at least my team was. Every time I came close to finally drifting into a slumber, I could see Dr. Deranged coming at me with one of those needles and injecting me with some kind of poison. Eventually, I ended up lying on my back staring at the ceiling. I know it's crazy—what reason...

(my first in a series of episode style fan fictions. and par that, i mean, the sort of stuff you'd see in an episode)


April 1st, 2013.

The Penguins woke up early that morning. Skipper watched the rest of his team tiredly crawl out of bed. Kowalski was first, followed par Private, and Rico....well, he just sort of rolled out of lit and hit the floor. He was still asleep.

Several attempts to wake him up were made until Private had the bright idea of placing a poisson near Rico's head, intending for him to eat it when the crazed bird woke up, but just before he could place it on the stone floor, Rico's...

Dr Blowhole gazed calmly at the moniters. There was nothing, absolutly NOTHING, going on anywhere. He was starting to get bored. He hadn't schemed against the penguins in a while.
He growled and spun towards the lobsters. There was no plan.

Unless...

Yes. He felt it. It stared at the very corner of his mind and crept slowly along until he was consumed par it. A new plan!
"Lobsters!!" He yelled, smiling slyly.




Dr Blowhole: *singing while slowly driving around the crowd of his lobsters*
I know that your levels of thinking,
are as low as the weakest of tides.
But dull as toi are, pay attention!...

He was just a manchot, pingouin with a growing depression. Not a word in the world could take the weight of the infliction off his shoulders. He was a manchot, pingouin who just needed to run away and have a good cry. But he wouldn't let that happen. He knew he couldn't. I'm a man.I'm a man. He told himself that so many times. Now he walked, head hanging, shoulders drooped. Here could be found no glory, no spirit of freedom, no lack of affliction. Only the mark of an outcast, the weight of regection and hate were seen. Rain clouds were drawn to him overhead. Slowly raindrops began to fall. Not after long rain...

Snackatarium: Take 1

X: This hiding l’espace is not so sweet! >:) *moves salty sweet snacks out of the way to reveal Marlene*

Marlene: Sweet? Really? That's the joke you-I mean, AAAHHH! *jumps away from X's grab*

X: *finds Marlene behind sodas* This spot is fizzed out! >:)

Marlene: Better, but-AAAHHH! *jumps away from X*

X: *kicks over trash can* And that one was-Where is she?

Marlene: I'm not getting in that filthy trash can! >:/

Director: *sigh* I told toi before, it's just props. It's not real garbage!

Marlene: ...Fine...

Snackatarium: Take 2

X: *finds Marlene behind sodas* This spot is fizzed...

Sorry you, always have to wait so long, I keep struggling to decide what happens suivant and the it's power outages, exams, etc. All of the sudden my computer won't let me on fanpop and I have to use my dad's computer.

Skipper: Hey, the hatch finally opened!
Marlene: There's the braniac!

They all went for him, but as they jumped 1 par 1 Kowalski paralyzed them. And once the king froze Mort jumped onto his (Skipper's) feet, knowing that Julien can't kick him away now, then he got La Reine des Neiges too.

Julien: Show's toi for touching the feet!

Kowalski: That's everyone! Wait! I'm missing one!

Skipper: Over here!...

par request of link. Hope toi enjoy it. :)
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Romantic Guitar: Take 1

Skipper: Somewhere inside that abomination burns some ember of our Marlene. And I know just how to reach it. Rico! guitare me! Por favor!

Rico: *hacks up guitar*

Skipper: (not realizing that its an electric guitar) *plucks string* *LOUD guitare SOUND*

Private/Kowalski/Skipper: Aaah! My ears!!!!

Rico: AHHH YEAH!

Director: Rico! Spanish guitar! Not electric!

Kowalski: What about Danish metrics?

Private: No! I think he a dit Famous sitar tactics!

Kowalski: Oh yeah Private! That makes sense!

Skipper: What are we...

“Sorry about that compadre. Not too much I can do about him. Anyway, we are going to help toi get over this.” Skipper told Kowalski after Julien’s attempted interference. “But how?” Kowalski asked. “Ugh! Enough Kowalski! I’ve had enough of your ‘buts’!” Private suppressed a giggle. “Private! Do toi have to giggle at every ‘but’ reference?” Skipper asked the young cadet angrily. “Sorry sir.” Private replied. “What do toi want to do Kowalski?” Skipper asked his lieutenant. “Wallow in self-pity…” Kowalski muttered. Skipper slapped him. “Kowalski! There’s...

Flashback: Take 1

Skipper: "I guess Dr. Blowhole isn't as smart as he thinks he iAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" *small warehouse goes underground*

*penguins wrapped around the spikes*

Private: "I don't think the cacahuète, arachide butte--
Wait! Where's the cacahuète, arachide beurre winkie?"

Rico: "Wasn't me..."

Private: "Rico! toi have cacahuète, arachide beurre on your chin!"

Rico: "Uuuum...would toi believe coincidence?"

Private: T_T

Flashback: Take 2

Skipper: "I guess Dr. Blowhole isn't as smart as he thinks he iAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" *small warehouse goes underground*

*penguins wrapped around the spikes*

Private: "I don't think the cacahuète, arachide beurre winkie...

The pengins began to proceed their journey before the sun came up to spare themselves from the blistering sun for awhile. That morning the heat was untoleratentable. par eleven Rico couldn't take walking anymore, so he slid on his belly.


As they inclined up a colline Private's eyes randomly began to light up. He daydreamed off into the distance. It wasn't long before Rico and Kowalski joined him in his gaze.


"What are toi boys looking at? I don't see anything." Skipper questioned.


"Don't toi see the H.Q.?" Kowalski a dit pointing to nothing.


"No, what are toi talking about Kowalski? It's a...

Note: This is not the final chapter. There's going to be one ou maybe a couple more. I hope I get plus commentaires this time, because last time I didn't get as many commentaires as anticiapated. Please, comment, if toi wish, toi don't have to, though.

The suivant jour Skipper went fishing again, and Private was alone. Private took the diary and tried to take off from where he had left off.
Dear Diary,
It is the jour before the wedding.
No that wasn't it. He finally reached it.
Dear Diary,
.......................... we decided to name him Private.
Private dropped the book in shock. Then it hit him: his mother's...

Damion's eyes were as wide as his jaw that had dropped in terror. His tight gripp loosened until Private fell to the icy ground.
D: "Dad! Dad!"
Damion fled like a coward, but Private couldn't blame him. Jeff raced up and they both ran for their lives.
A: "Private, are toi okay?!"
She pushed through the paniced crowd to Private, but she still couldn't reach him. All she could do was watch in terror as he laid on the ground getting trampled par the absentminded, frightened crowd.
S: "Private?! Private?!"
Private got on his flippers, but struggled to get to his feet. Then he heard her angelic voice,...

As the figure got closer Private shut his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Skipper emerged out of the fog and rushed to Private's side.
S: "Private! Private, wake up! Please speak to me!"
Skipper put his head to Private's ice cold chest. A faint heartbeat caught his attention. His raced through the treacherous blizzard. He concluded his sprint when they reached a cave. Skipper held Private tight in his trembling flippers. He strode deeper into the cave with Private in his grasp firmly. Even though the immense cave seemed dank and mysterious, Skipper felt comfortable in it. After all, this was...

Skipper picked up four meduim sized fish. Once again he was interupted par panic. Kowalski's screams echoed through the whole manor.
S: "Kowalski?!"
Skipper darted up the stairs and to the main room where Kowalski was sitting in his chair with his head on the table. He also had his eyes closed.
S: "Kowalski what's wrong!?"
Kowaski woke up and stopped screaming but looked terrified.
K: "I had a dream th-that I chopped all of toi into little pieces!"
Rico cautiously stepped vers l'avant, vers l’avant helping the injured and speechless Private walk. There were cuts on him that looked as if he had been assaulted par some...

They tired and hungry, especially the lemurs who weren't used to walking so long.
Ma: "I'm beat. Can we stop for the night."
K: "Negative,"
The whole team was yawning. It was apparent they all needed rest.

---Factory---
It was dead silent for awhile.
P: "Help! Please some one!"
N: "I don't think anyone can hear toi from in here, Private."
Private noticed Skipper groaning.
P: "Skipper, are toi sure you're okay?"
S: "I have a major headache,"
N: "Wait, Skipper, did toi say toi were tired and dizzy before?"
S: "Yes, but why does that matter?"
N: "Did toi get hit on your head?"
S: "Yeah, matter of fact I lost...

Chapter 3
Meanwhile, back at the maki, lémurien habitat
   Julien kept tossing and turning as he slept. He was having a nightmare, but it started out as a great dream. Julien was laughing as he ran through a familiar part of Madagascar. He was having fun exploring and partying with his subjects. All of his subjects cheered as he danced to the beat. He encouraged everyone else to dance with him. Julien watched as the other lemurs started to dance as well, except for one young male ruffed maki, lémurien who sat under the darkness of a tree. His body was white. He has patches of black on his tail, paws, hips, face,...

Kowalski: Wait, I think I can explain.
Blowhole: It will be extremely lame.
Kowalski: Do toi mind? This is science.
Blowhole: It's a kind of weird alliance.
Kowalski: Yes! Take my experimental power cell.
Blowhole: Add the diaboligizer's evil spell.
Kowalski: Plus Julien's MP3 player
Blowhole: The combo that makes this musical slayer.

Blowhole and Kowalski: Now everybody sing! Everybody sing! Everybody has to sing. toi don't have a choice, but to modulate your voice, because everybody must sing.
Zoo animals: Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing.

Kowalski: The zoo is caught in an energy bubble.
Blowhole:...