Arrogance in step, Kowalski enters the zoo after leaving Ester at the park. His "bad boy levels" are increasing, and thoughts of destruction and mad stunts entertain Kowalski's mind.
Kowalski's Thoughts: Maybe I should go "redecorate" the maki, lémurien habitat, montrer 'em whose king in this zoo.
At The HQ:
Skipper: PRIVATE!!!! Hurry up!!!
Private: I can't find anything, Skippa!!!
Private scatters Kowalski's equipment everywhere, trying to find something labeled with a drawing of the antidote.
Private's Thoughts: What if I can't find anything to fix Kowalski? Oh dear!
Private trips on something lying on the floor.
Private: Oof!... What's this?
He turns the mechanism around, and sees that it is labeled "Fnoafue oreyvcnfi", but has a drawing of a brain on it and some electromagnetic waves.
Skipper: PRIVATE!!!!!!
With no other choice besides the strange device, Private dashes out and climbs up the ladder with Skipper.
At The maki, lémurien Habitat:
Maurice is preparing a smoothie for King Julien, before he takes his "Royal Siesta" and pedicure.
Julien: Hurry up Maurice! I want to taste the fruity fruitiness of my super duper ultra mangue mix smoothie!
Maurice: *sigh* Coming, your majesty.
Mort is eating a banana.
Mort: Tee-hee! This banane is yummy!
Kowalski, watching from a small point of the habitat, flips into the air... holding two dynamite sticks.... (this could get destructive o_o)...
*BLAAAM!!!*
Julien/Maurice/Mort: AHHH!
Mort: The blowy up sticks are too loud!!!
Kowalski throws the other stick at Julien's trône once he has landed.
*KABOOM!!!!*
Julien: AHH! My beautiful throne!!!! NOOOOOOOO!
Kowalski smiles evilly and decides to pull out another destructive item, but this time, an ax. He jumps to the blender filled with the soon to have been smoothie and chops it straight in half.
Maurice: That penguin's gone nuts!!! O_O
Kowalski's bad boy face changes abruptly to a psychotic and mentally disturbed face, and his "bad boy" levels are spiking to an even higher intensity.
Kowalski: Abwa-ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!! >:D
Skipper: Stop!!!
Kowalski turns around to see Skipper with hands on his hips, and Private looking at him with a "O_O ...T-that's not Kowalski... O_O" face and holding the weird device.
Kowalski stands up and returns to his bad boy self, glaring at Skipper.
Kowalski: salut what's up, flathead. Haven't been 'round to stay and chat, had some plus important things to do besides talk to toi and Lunacorn boy over there. *Points to Private.*
Not sure if to take that as an insult ou not, Private stands silent.
Skipper: I know toi were only trying to impress Emerald-
Kowalski: Ester.
Skipper: Right, Ester.... but we can't have toi running around like a crazy maniac, because there already is someone on the job for that!
Private: Kowalski, if toi stay yourself I'm sure she will like toi eventually!
Skipper: Yea, so why don't toi just put down the ax, and-
Kowalski: Really? That's the best excuse you've got? Why don't toi put down some of this!
Kowalski jumps into the air and ax in hand, is about to slice Skipper in two, when Private stand in front of him and presses the red button on the machine.
Private: No!
Kowalski's ax wedges right into the dial pad of the laser/box shaped object, and it starts to beep, smoke and shoot neon waves out of the front. Skipper and Private start to back away, scared that it might explode, but Kowalski, unaware of the hazard, get's shot with one of the neon waves.
Kowalski: Gah!!!
He falls to the floor in pain, sparks of electricity flickering across his feathers and he grinds his beak.
Private: *Gasp!*
Skipper: Kowalski!!!
He begins to writher on the floor, electricity still jerking his body in uncontrolled spasms, and suddenly remains silent.
Kowalski's Thoughts: Maybe I should go "redecorate" the maki, lémurien habitat, montrer 'em whose king in this zoo.
At The HQ:
Skipper: PRIVATE!!!! Hurry up!!!
Private: I can't find anything, Skippa!!!
Private scatters Kowalski's equipment everywhere, trying to find something labeled with a drawing of the antidote.
Private's Thoughts: What if I can't find anything to fix Kowalski? Oh dear!
Private trips on something lying on the floor.
Private: Oof!... What's this?
He turns the mechanism around, and sees that it is labeled "Fnoafue oreyvcnfi", but has a drawing of a brain on it and some electromagnetic waves.
Skipper: PRIVATE!!!!!!
With no other choice besides the strange device, Private dashes out and climbs up the ladder with Skipper.
At The maki, lémurien Habitat:
Maurice is preparing a smoothie for King Julien, before he takes his "Royal Siesta" and pedicure.
Julien: Hurry up Maurice! I want to taste the fruity fruitiness of my super duper ultra mangue mix smoothie!
Maurice: *sigh* Coming, your majesty.
Mort is eating a banana.
Mort: Tee-hee! This banane is yummy!
Kowalski, watching from a small point of the habitat, flips into the air... holding two dynamite sticks.... (this could get destructive o_o)...
*BLAAAM!!!*
Julien/Maurice/Mort: AHHH!
Mort: The blowy up sticks are too loud!!!
Kowalski throws the other stick at Julien's trône once he has landed.
*KABOOM!!!!*
Julien: AHH! My beautiful throne!!!! NOOOOOOOO!
Kowalski smiles evilly and decides to pull out another destructive item, but this time, an ax. He jumps to the blender filled with the soon to have been smoothie and chops it straight in half.
Maurice: That penguin's gone nuts!!! O_O
Kowalski's bad boy face changes abruptly to a psychotic and mentally disturbed face, and his "bad boy" levels are spiking to an even higher intensity.
Kowalski: Abwa-ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!! >:D
Skipper: Stop!!!
Kowalski turns around to see Skipper with hands on his hips, and Private looking at him with a "O_O ...T-that's not Kowalski... O_O" face and holding the weird device.
Kowalski stands up and returns to his bad boy self, glaring at Skipper.
Kowalski: salut what's up, flathead. Haven't been 'round to stay and chat, had some plus important things to do besides talk to toi and Lunacorn boy over there. *Points to Private.*
Not sure if to take that as an insult ou not, Private stands silent.
Skipper: I know toi were only trying to impress Emerald-
Kowalski: Ester.
Skipper: Right, Ester.... but we can't have toi running around like a crazy maniac, because there already is someone on the job for that!
Private: Kowalski, if toi stay yourself I'm sure she will like toi eventually!
Skipper: Yea, so why don't toi just put down the ax, and-
Kowalski: Really? That's the best excuse you've got? Why don't toi put down some of this!
Kowalski jumps into the air and ax in hand, is about to slice Skipper in two, when Private stand in front of him and presses the red button on the machine.
Private: No!
Kowalski's ax wedges right into the dial pad of the laser/box shaped object, and it starts to beep, smoke and shoot neon waves out of the front. Skipper and Private start to back away, scared that it might explode, but Kowalski, unaware of the hazard, get's shot with one of the neon waves.
Kowalski: Gah!!!
He falls to the floor in pain, sparks of electricity flickering across his feathers and he grinds his beak.
Private: *Gasp!*
Skipper: Kowalski!!!
He begins to writher on the floor, electricity still jerking his body in uncontrolled spasms, and suddenly remains silent.
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!