Eyes 04.08.15
Note: This may contain spoilers for the Penguins of Madagascar Movie.
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Dave the octopus grinned as he picked up a ping on his sonar in his submarine. Just as he’d expected.
He turned to one of his octopus henchmen. “Will Smith have my cages ready?” he asked.
The henchman mumbled a response in octopus speak.
Dave smiled. “Excellent. Tell the others to get in position,” he ordered. The henchman saluted with a slimy tentacle and hurried off.
Dave slithered out of the room to his large storage room, where all the penguins from zoos and aquariums around the world were caged. They silenced and shrunk in fear when they saw Dave enter with a pair of henchmen and a cart. They came to the lone cage in the center of the room, where a small manchot, pingouin slept, confident that a certain trio of penguins would come rescue him and foil Dave’s evil plans.
“Morning, Private,” Dave a dit reaching through the bars of the cage and poking his beak. Private woke up and wiped off the slime Dave left behind. He swallowed as Dave’s henchmen picked his cage up and loaded it onto the cart.
“Where are toi taking me?” Private asked getting to his feet.
Dave followed behind as the henchmen pushed his chariot, panier forward. “Well, I was just hoping to congratulate you! Your brothers are coming here, right this very moment! Isn’t that exciting?” he a dit happily.
Private’s expression hardened with determination. “I wouldn’t be so happy if I were you! I know they have a plan that you’ll never see coming!”
Dave chuckled. “Aw, aren’t toi so cute!” he taunted. “How do you—and plus importantly, they—know that I don’t have my own genius plan that none of you will see coming? Hm?”
Private frowned, but swallowed his doubt. He wasn’t going to let this demented octopus try to convince him that his team couldn’t beat him. They were better than that.
They came to a stop par a metal table, tableau with straps hanging limp to the sides. Dave’s rayon, ray was a few yards away, along with a few henchmen ensuring everything was in order. Dave opened the cage and pulled Private out with a slimy tentacle and a grin.
“Let go of me! What are toi doing?” Private a dit struggling.
Dave held him on the table, tableau as his henchmen firmly strapped him down. “Well, once I have your friends, I thought I’d give them a little demonstration of what my Medusa Serum will do,” he said.
Private looked at his rayon, ray and swallowed. “You don’t have to do this,” he a dit softly with his best pair of puppy-dog eyes.
Dave thought for a moment—or at least pretended like he did. “Yeah, I guess I don’t,” he a dit thoughtfully. Then he leaned in close to Private’s face. “But I am anyway!” he a dit before erupting into laughter.
Private frowned. Dave wiped a happy tear from his eye and looked at him.
“Aw, don’t be sad. Things will work out!” he encouraged. “Well, for me anyway,” he added.
“Dave,” Private started, “I know what happened to toi was horrible, but toi can’t take it out on innocent creatures!”
Dave’s expression hardened. “Oh, but I can,” he a dit through his teeth. “All I ever wanted was to be loved. And I was! Until you—” he prodded him with his tentacle— “took it all away.”
Private looked into Dave’s eyes—his tired, vengeful, hurting eyes. He was just an empty soul with a blackened heart—well, hearts. The pain he harvested inside him seemed to ignite his red eyes with a burning feu kindled with hatred.
“But Dave,” Private a dit slowly, “it’s not too late to be loved.”
Dave scowled. “No one could ever l’amour me,” he a dit as he turned away and started back for the conning tower.
“I would,” Private called after. Dave stopped and turned back, looking at Private as if he couldn’t believe he’d a dit that. “Just let the penguins go, Dave,” Private pleaded. “We’ll start things over. What do toi say?”
Private waited in anticipation as Dave studied the floor. Then he scowled and turned back to him.
“No. I’ve worked too hard to get this far. toi took everything from me, and now I’m taking everything from you,” he growled into the little penguin’s face. He looked past him at a henchman that was checking the rayon, ray over. “Jim, carry out Phase One of our plan. Our special guests will be arriving soon,” he ordered before he turned and left without another word.
Private whimpered softly. “Come on, guys,” he whispered. “I know toi won’t let me down. I just know it.”
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Note: Technically, octopuses don’t have “tentacles”; rather, they’re called “arms.” I just thought it sounded awkward to say things like, “Dave opened the cage and pulled Private out with a slimy arm and a grin.” That’s just my opinion. Also, they have three hearts, in case toi were confused par the making it plural.
So, who caught my celebrity puns?
Note: This may contain spoilers for the Penguins of Madagascar Movie.
— § —
Dave the octopus grinned as he picked up a ping on his sonar in his submarine. Just as he’d expected.
He turned to one of his octopus henchmen. “Will Smith have my cages ready?” he asked.
The henchman mumbled a response in octopus speak.
Dave smiled. “Excellent. Tell the others to get in position,” he ordered. The henchman saluted with a slimy tentacle and hurried off.
Dave slithered out of the room to his large storage room, where all the penguins from zoos and aquariums around the world were caged. They silenced and shrunk in fear when they saw Dave enter with a pair of henchmen and a cart. They came to the lone cage in the center of the room, where a small manchot, pingouin slept, confident that a certain trio of penguins would come rescue him and foil Dave’s evil plans.
“Morning, Private,” Dave a dit reaching through the bars of the cage and poking his beak. Private woke up and wiped off the slime Dave left behind. He swallowed as Dave’s henchmen picked his cage up and loaded it onto the cart.
“Where are toi taking me?” Private asked getting to his feet.
Dave followed behind as the henchmen pushed his chariot, panier forward. “Well, I was just hoping to congratulate you! Your brothers are coming here, right this very moment! Isn’t that exciting?” he a dit happily.
Private’s expression hardened with determination. “I wouldn’t be so happy if I were you! I know they have a plan that you’ll never see coming!”
Dave chuckled. “Aw, aren’t toi so cute!” he taunted. “How do you—and plus importantly, they—know that I don’t have my own genius plan that none of you will see coming? Hm?”
Private frowned, but swallowed his doubt. He wasn’t going to let this demented octopus try to convince him that his team couldn’t beat him. They were better than that.
They came to a stop par a metal table, tableau with straps hanging limp to the sides. Dave’s rayon, ray was a few yards away, along with a few henchmen ensuring everything was in order. Dave opened the cage and pulled Private out with a slimy tentacle and a grin.
“Let go of me! What are toi doing?” Private a dit struggling.
Dave held him on the table, tableau as his henchmen firmly strapped him down. “Well, once I have your friends, I thought I’d give them a little demonstration of what my Medusa Serum will do,” he said.
Private looked at his rayon, ray and swallowed. “You don’t have to do this,” he a dit softly with his best pair of puppy-dog eyes.
Dave thought for a moment—or at least pretended like he did. “Yeah, I guess I don’t,” he a dit thoughtfully. Then he leaned in close to Private’s face. “But I am anyway!” he a dit before erupting into laughter.
Private frowned. Dave wiped a happy tear from his eye and looked at him.
“Aw, don’t be sad. Things will work out!” he encouraged. “Well, for me anyway,” he added.
“Dave,” Private started, “I know what happened to toi was horrible, but toi can’t take it out on innocent creatures!”
Dave’s expression hardened. “Oh, but I can,” he a dit through his teeth. “All I ever wanted was to be loved. And I was! Until you—” he prodded him with his tentacle— “took it all away.”
Private looked into Dave’s eyes—his tired, vengeful, hurting eyes. He was just an empty soul with a blackened heart—well, hearts. The pain he harvested inside him seemed to ignite his red eyes with a burning feu kindled with hatred.
“But Dave,” Private a dit slowly, “it’s not too late to be loved.”
Dave scowled. “No one could ever l’amour me,” he a dit as he turned away and started back for the conning tower.
“I would,” Private called after. Dave stopped and turned back, looking at Private as if he couldn’t believe he’d a dit that. “Just let the penguins go, Dave,” Private pleaded. “We’ll start things over. What do toi say?”
Private waited in anticipation as Dave studied the floor. Then he scowled and turned back to him.
“No. I’ve worked too hard to get this far. toi took everything from me, and now I’m taking everything from you,” he growled into the little penguin’s face. He looked past him at a henchman that was checking the rayon, ray over. “Jim, carry out Phase One of our plan. Our special guests will be arriving soon,” he ordered before he turned and left without another word.
Private whimpered softly. “Come on, guys,” he whispered. “I know toi won’t let me down. I just know it.”
— § —
Note: Technically, octopuses don’t have “tentacles”; rather, they’re called “arms.” I just thought it sounded awkward to say things like, “Dave opened the cage and pulled Private out with a slimy arm and a grin.” That’s just my opinion. Also, they have three hearts, in case toi were confused par the making it plural.
So, who caught my celebrity puns?
