The first night in Denmark was surprisingly cold for summer. The animaux snuggled up par a lively feu in the library. Lexii suggested someone read a book to everyone, and CC was nominated. She chose The Lord of the Rings to read, and sat in a big armchair, with Lexii on one arm rest, and Amber on the other.
"...'How bright your garden looks!' a dit Gandalf. 'Yes,' a dit Bilbo. 'I am very fond indeed of it, and of all the dear old Shire; but I think I need a holiday.' 'You mean go on with your plan then?'..." she read. She looked up at all her friends, scanning the room. She gaze turned to Private, who was looking out the window. CC couldn't see his expression, but he seemed sad. She hadn't realised she'd stopped reading, until Amber waved a flipper in front of her face.
"Hello!" she called. "This is no time for star-gazing. Keep reading!"
"Oh, sorry," CC mumbled, and continued. "'I do. I made up my mind months ago, and I haven't changed it.' 'Very well. It is no good saying any more. Stick to your plan - your whole plan, mind - and I hope it will turn out for the best, for you, and for all of us.'..." CC let out a loud yawn, and rubbed her eyes.
"Sorry, guys," she said. "I'm too tired to read anymore tonight. We'll pick up where we left off tomorow, ok?"
All the others murmured in agreement, also feeling the drowsiness. MS glanced down at Rune, who was curled up on the soft rug in front of the fire, fast asleep, and smiled.
The suivant morning, MS approached CC.
"Skipper says we should do some early morning recon," he said. "Just in case Blowhole's lurking somewhere."
"Good idea," CC agreed, putting down the book she was looking at. She and MS went outside, and inspected the area in a three kilometre circle.
Bandit watched them leave from the cuisine window, and smiled.
"Coast is clear," she called to the others. "Operation: make this the best birthday CC's ever had, is a go!"
The house was bustling with action, as some animaux made a cake, and others decorated the bibliothèque with streamers and balloons. The only one who wasn't doing any thing was Private. Rune went up to him, noticing he seemed upset.
"What's wrong, Private?" she asked. "Bandit says we need all flippers/paw/hands on deck."
"Oh, I'm just disappointed my present for CC got destroyed in the plane crash. I'll get over it." He smiled, and went to get asigned a job from Bandit.
An heure ou so later, CC and MS came back from recon.
"I'm glad Blowhole's nowhere around." CC said.
"Me too," MS agreed. The two of them went inside.
"Where is everyone?" CC asked. The house seemed abandoned.
"I think they might be in the library. Ya did promise we'd read some today," MS suggested. CC nodded, and they went to the library.
When they went inside, CC stopped in surprise. There were streamers hanging from the ceiling, and balloons were scattered all over the floor.
"Wow..." was all CC could say. All her Friends stood around, with big, cheesy grins, including Skipper. CC smiled broadly.
"This is... fantastic! No, plus than fantastic! There isn't even a word on how fantastic this is!" Rune ran up and hugged her.
"Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!" she said, and no-one needed a translation to know what it meant.
"Do ya'll still want me to read to ya'll?" CC laughed.
"Actually-" Kyle began, but got a sharp nudge from Bandit.
"Only if ya want to," she said. CC smiled.
"Nah, I think we should..." she paused for a moment, thinking, as she edged her way towards the sofa "PILLOW FIGHT!!" she cried, grabbing a oreiller and throwing it at the closest target. That happened to be Skipper. He took the oreiller off his face, and glared at CC.
"Oops," CC gasped. Skipper came towards her, and slammed the oreiller on her, knocking her down, and he began to laugh. He was the target of three other pillows, thrown par Dylan, Kyle, and Rico. Dylan recived a strong throw, sending him to the ground.
"You oreiller fight like a bunch of girls!" Skipper jeered, and the oreiller fight was at full force. Pillows were flying everywhere, and some of them were bursting open. There was stuffing all over the ground, and most of the balloons had been popped. Some of the streamers were falling too, but no-one cared. They were all having too much fun, throwing pillows, and being hit par them. In all the chaos, no-one noticed Rune leading Private out of the room.
"...'How bright your garden looks!' a dit Gandalf. 'Yes,' a dit Bilbo. 'I am very fond indeed of it, and of all the dear old Shire; but I think I need a holiday.' 'You mean go on with your plan then?'..." she read. She looked up at all her friends, scanning the room. She gaze turned to Private, who was looking out the window. CC couldn't see his expression, but he seemed sad. She hadn't realised she'd stopped reading, until Amber waved a flipper in front of her face.
"Hello!" she called. "This is no time for star-gazing. Keep reading!"
"Oh, sorry," CC mumbled, and continued. "'I do. I made up my mind months ago, and I haven't changed it.' 'Very well. It is no good saying any more. Stick to your plan - your whole plan, mind - and I hope it will turn out for the best, for you, and for all of us.'..." CC let out a loud yawn, and rubbed her eyes.
"Sorry, guys," she said. "I'm too tired to read anymore tonight. We'll pick up where we left off tomorow, ok?"
All the others murmured in agreement, also feeling the drowsiness. MS glanced down at Rune, who was curled up on the soft rug in front of the fire, fast asleep, and smiled.
The suivant morning, MS approached CC.
"Skipper says we should do some early morning recon," he said. "Just in case Blowhole's lurking somewhere."
"Good idea," CC agreed, putting down the book she was looking at. She and MS went outside, and inspected the area in a three kilometre circle.
Bandit watched them leave from the cuisine window, and smiled.
"Coast is clear," she called to the others. "Operation: make this the best birthday CC's ever had, is a go!"
The house was bustling with action, as some animaux made a cake, and others decorated the bibliothèque with streamers and balloons. The only one who wasn't doing any thing was Private. Rune went up to him, noticing he seemed upset.
"What's wrong, Private?" she asked. "Bandit says we need all flippers/paw/hands on deck."
"Oh, I'm just disappointed my present for CC got destroyed in the plane crash. I'll get over it." He smiled, and went to get asigned a job from Bandit.
An heure ou so later, CC and MS came back from recon.
"I'm glad Blowhole's nowhere around." CC said.
"Me too," MS agreed. The two of them went inside.
"Where is everyone?" CC asked. The house seemed abandoned.
"I think they might be in the library. Ya did promise we'd read some today," MS suggested. CC nodded, and they went to the library.
When they went inside, CC stopped in surprise. There were streamers hanging from the ceiling, and balloons were scattered all over the floor.
"Wow..." was all CC could say. All her Friends stood around, with big, cheesy grins, including Skipper. CC smiled broadly.
"This is... fantastic! No, plus than fantastic! There isn't even a word on how fantastic this is!" Rune ran up and hugged her.
"Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!" she said, and no-one needed a translation to know what it meant.
"Do ya'll still want me to read to ya'll?" CC laughed.
"Actually-" Kyle began, but got a sharp nudge from Bandit.
"Only if ya want to," she said. CC smiled.
"Nah, I think we should..." she paused for a moment, thinking, as she edged her way towards the sofa "PILLOW FIGHT!!" she cried, grabbing a oreiller and throwing it at the closest target. That happened to be Skipper. He took the oreiller off his face, and glared at CC.
"Oops," CC gasped. Skipper came towards her, and slammed the oreiller on her, knocking her down, and he began to laugh. He was the target of three other pillows, thrown par Dylan, Kyle, and Rico. Dylan recived a strong throw, sending him to the ground.
"You oreiller fight like a bunch of girls!" Skipper jeered, and the oreiller fight was at full force. Pillows were flying everywhere, and some of them were bursting open. There was stuffing all over the ground, and most of the balloons had been popped. Some of the streamers were falling too, but no-one cared. They were all having too much fun, throwing pillows, and being hit par them. In all the chaos, no-one noticed Rune leading Private out of the room.
Truth in lies 5.1
"Eurika! It's done!" kowalski burst out the lab with a small box in hand. Attached to the box was a long string with a casque on the end.
"skipper?" e called.
Silence.
"skipper, rico, private where are toi guys?"
plus silence.
Kowalski ran to Marlene's place.
"Marlene have toi seen skipper?" kowalski panted as he chocked out his words.
"yeah, I saw them being carried off par some big animals." she answered.
"and amber?"
"I last saw her with that new guy. I dot know what happened to her-"
Kowalski left before she could finish the sentance.
Kowalski searched the entire park, the whole city, and just about all of manhattan.
Nothing.
He searched via radio waves, radar, Nd a lot of other things.
Still nothing.
He worried for hours.
Until he realized exactly what happened, and who done it.
TBC...
"Eurika! It's done!" kowalski burst out the lab with a small box in hand. Attached to the box was a long string with a casque on the end.
"skipper?" e called.
Silence.
"skipper, rico, private where are toi guys?"
plus silence.
Kowalski ran to Marlene's place.
"Marlene have toi seen skipper?" kowalski panted as he chocked out his words.
"yeah, I saw them being carried off par some big animals." she answered.
"and amber?"
"I last saw her with that new guy. I dot know what happened to her-"
Kowalski left before she could finish the sentance.
Kowalski searched the entire park, the whole city, and just about all of manhattan.
Nothing.
He searched via radio waves, radar, Nd a lot of other things.
Still nothing.
He worried for hours.
Until he realized exactly what happened, and who done it.
TBC...
I was watching over Manhattan feeling like no threat can defeat me. I notice the Throbbing Cerebellum behind me.
TC: Beautiful sight, isn't it?
Me: It sure is, brainiac.
TC: And where there's a city like that, there's the antithesis of the visual thesis.
Me: And where there's people like that, there are people like us.
TC: But everything will change when the mask comes off.
Me: What?
TC: Everything will change when it comes to the point where your friends, family, and enemies will find out who toi really are.
Worried, I nearly forget to breathe. Then, as I take a big gasp of air, I wake up, finding myself sitting up in my bed, still listening to "Superman (It's Not Easy)" on my ipod. I thought for weeks about what it would be like if the other three penguins, David, Jessica, and Jiggles found out. I told Kowalski everything at first and Mastique caught me turning into the alter ego that wasn't Angela Bult. Everything will definitely change, I wish I knew if it was good ou bad.
TC: Beautiful sight, isn't it?
Me: It sure is, brainiac.
TC: And where there's a city like that, there's the antithesis of the visual thesis.
Me: And where there's people like that, there are people like us.
TC: But everything will change when the mask comes off.
Me: What?
TC: Everything will change when it comes to the point where your friends, family, and enemies will find out who toi really are.
Worried, I nearly forget to breathe. Then, as I take a big gasp of air, I wake up, finding myself sitting up in my bed, still listening to "Superman (It's Not Easy)" on my ipod. I thought for weeks about what it would be like if the other three penguins, David, Jessica, and Jiggles found out. I told Kowalski everything at first and Mastique caught me turning into the alter ego that wasn't Angela Bult. Everything will definitely change, I wish I knew if it was good ou bad.
Silence is Deadly
toi flee from the scene where all the blood shed.
toi cry over dead bodies of those toi just met.
With future uncertain, your silence is key,
Though sometimes this silence can be deadly.
One word can lead to a fight, another to war,
Then in the end you'll find your hearts sore,
From all the fire, all the distress,
But you'll never give up, not yet.
A troigger is pulled and gun is heard,
Once again, no one says a word,
toi just want to stop the violence,
But the killing is because of your silence.
"one word may start a war, but I promise, silence is a fr plus deadly weapon than any gun ou couteau you've ever known," - Mark, from "of the unwanted"
toi flee from the scene where all the blood shed.
toi cry over dead bodies of those toi just met.
With future uncertain, your silence is key,
Though sometimes this silence can be deadly.
One word can lead to a fight, another to war,
Then in the end you'll find your hearts sore,
From all the fire, all the distress,
But you'll never give up, not yet.
A troigger is pulled and gun is heard,
Once again, no one says a word,
toi just want to stop the violence,
But the killing is because of your silence.
"one word may start a war, but I promise, silence is a fr plus deadly weapon than any gun ou couteau you've ever known," - Mark, from "of the unwanted"