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posted by peacebaby7
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Private: *walking along with the migration, in the back, where he'd be unnoticed, where no one would pay attention to him* I've had slow a slow week. There hasn't been much trouble since the migration started. I guess that just makes my job easier. I--OW! What was that?" *feels a prick on the back of his neck...then reaches back & pulls a small dart from the back of his neck*

Private: "What th--whoa..." *his vision becomes blurred, the world tips back & forth & begins spinning...feeling dizzy, sleepy...he falls forward... unconscious*

1 heure Later...

Private: "Oooooh...Where am I?" *looks around to find himself in some underground lair*

(????): "Good morning, sleeping beauty."

Private: "Wh-who was that? Where are you?! montrer yourself!"

(????): "There is no need for fear, Private. I've been watching you...very closely..."

Private: "Who are toi & why have toi tied me to this chair?! How do toi know my name?! I demand answers!"

(????): "Oh, Private. It is toi who will be taking orders from me."

Private: "What are toi talking about?"

(????): "I know about your mother Private. I know what happened to her..."

Private: "I...I don't want to know...I don't even want to know how toi know..."

(????): "She was attacked par a leopard seal, Private. A large, carnivorous. leo--"

Private: "SHUT UP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING toi HAVE TO SAY!!!" *wiggles & tries to free himself from the chair*

(????): "If only your Uncle could have saved her...But he was too busy saving someone else..."

Private: "Wha--What do toi mean...Someone else..."

(????): "He was saving someone else's mother...A young fellow named Skipper...It was his mother he was saving..."

Private: "Why are toi telling me this? And why won't toi montrer yourself?"

(????): "I only want to help toi Private...Don't toi want to get vengeance for your mother? If Skipper's mother wasn't there, Nigel would've saved Susan...Not Teressa..."

Private: "I...You...Um..."

(????): "C'mon...Join me Private! If toi do what I say, toi can have vengeance on your mother, & I can have satisfaction of knowing that the world has been set straight again..."

Private: "What do toi have against this Skipper fellow? What has he ever done to you?"

(????): "Oh, it's not what he's done to me, Private. It's what I'm going to make him do for me...He has somewhat of a...talent...that I could use..."

Private: "Then why don't toi get him yourself?"

(????): "Private? Don't toi want to avenge your mother's death? That's all I want to do for you..."

Private: *thinks a minute* "...What do I have to do."

(????): *releases Private* "Just follow me."

Private: *stands & turns around* "Who are you? What's your name?"

(????): "I am known as...Dr. Blowhole."

To Be Continued...
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“Really Together”
November 18, 2014


Skipper and Marlene smiled as they finished decorating the small Christmas arbre in her habitat. Once they’d finished wrapping thin garlands and LED lights around it and hanging tiny hand-made ornaments, they stood back and admired their work.

“Well,” Skipper said, taking her par the waist from the side, “I think it turned out pretty well.”

Marlene smiled and rested her paw on his chest. “I think so too. I had a good time decorating it with you.”

Skipper looked back to the tree. “You too, Marlene,” he replied. “Let’s turn off the lights...
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“Tuckered Out”
November 1, 2014


Marlene yawned. “Thanks for taking me to that Enrique Guitaro concert, guys,” she a dit to the penguins as they drove her home. “It went a lot better than last time. And going backstage? That was”—she yawned again as if she hadn’t slept in days—“really awesome,” she finished.

Skipper chuckled from his place to the right of her. “I don’t think staying up all the way to one in the morning is a good idea for you.”

Marlene shook her head. “No, no, I’m awake.” She fought off another yawn and rubbed her eyes. “Tack as a sharp.”

Skipper...
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“I Remember”
January 3, 2014


Note: I’ve typically been écriture notes at the end, but for this case, I must make an exception as to be clear to you, ou at least the ones who haven’t read my précédant works. I have been thinking about doing a sequel to one of my stories, but never did because I didn’t think I could make anything long and commendable out of it. But with this project, I received some inspiration and motivation to do so in a short story. So, this short is a little sequel to “Skipper’s Curse.” If toi haven’t read it before and plan to, be aware that this will contain...
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“Reflecting On Doubts”
December 29, 2013


    “Hidy-ho, Marlene! Sound off,” Skipper called as he entered Marlene’s cave.

    “Right here, Skipper,” Marlene called back.

    Skipper found Marlene standing in front of her mirror with an uneasy look in her eye, smoothing back her fourrure and tracing over her cheekbones with her fingers.

    “You’ve been cooped up in here all day. Is everything all right, Marlene?” Skipper asked, coming up behind her. Marlene kept her eyes on her complexion.

    “Skipper,...
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“Bad Timing”
December 03, 2013


    “Hey, Skipper! Where’s the team?” Marlene asked as she entered the HQ.

    Skipper shifted between cameras on his surveillance screen. “Oh, they’re out doing some recon while I watch the cameras. Unfortunately, Christmas is a time for crime. So, we’re cracking down until the holidays are over. What brings toi here?” he replied.

    “I was getting a little cold in my habitat and was hoping if it’d be cool if I stayed here until Alice bothered to turn up the heat,” Marlene told him....
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Operation: Skilene
Author’s Note:
I started on these a while ago, and have decided to finally publier them. Most of these shorts were inspired par a game on fanpop called “What would Skipper say (WWSS) Game” on pages 40-43. Thank toi to 27Kowalski (on Fanpop), also known as SierraTangoEcho on deviantArt, for helping me with ideas and scenarios. Credit goes to her for the few drawings. I hope toi enjoy lire them as much as I enjoyed écriture them. They are in no particular order, other than the sequence they were written. Please review!

PS, for those following my “Operation: Challenge,”...
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Breaking the Rules 08.10.15

“All right,” Kowalski said, shuffling the card deck. “We’re playing a game called ‘Obtenir Encore.’”

Skipper arched a brow. “What?”

“It’s French. Don’t worry about it,” Kowalski said. He dealt four cards to each player. “Dealer goes first and we déplacer counter-clockwise from there,” he explained, picking up his hand and sliding the deck to the center of the table. He studied his cards and placed an ace of spades face-up suivant to the deck.

After studying his cards carefully, Private picked a card and placed a four of diamonds on haut, retour au début of Kowalski’s...
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posted by peacebaby7
Author’s Note: This is my fifth installment of POM skits. My first was regular link, seconde was link skits, third were link skits, and the fourth showcased link in various antics. For this installment, they will all be humanized scenarios. Any titre with a Roman Numeral suivant to it has a skit note associated with it at the end. I hope toi enjoy!

41) The King of Rock and Roll [XXI]

Julien strutted down Park Avenue with his manager, Maurice, at his side. He wore a two hundred dollar pair of jeans, a leather veste over a purple slim-fit silk polo shirt, and a pair of black Maui Jim sunglasses....
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now that's what I call a slap fiesta ;)
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Les Pingouins de Madagascar
Five Years Later

“Are toi nervous?” Laura asked as she adjusted Harold’s cap.

“Nah,” Harold answered with a smile. Laura crossed her arms and gave him a look. “Okay, fine!” Harold admitted. “Maybe a little.”

Laura smiled.

“You’ll do fine. Now, go! They’re waiting for you,” she a dit ushering him toward the stage.

“And now,” a dit a man at the podium, “our August Martin High School valedictorian of 2020, Harold Chance!”

Harold smiled and waved at the audience in the auditorium as they applauded.

“Thank you, everyone,” he a dit into the microphone. The audience silenced...
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