Editer's note: This one isn't my favorite. But enjoy it anyways.
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TIME: 4:45PM
LOCATION: SOMEWHERE ABOVE SOUTH AMERICA
The penguins where asleep, crammed together in the little l’espace there was.
Except for Skipper. He got little sleep due to the lack of room. He kept himself busy par daydreaming. He dreamed of his accueil back in Central Park, imagined what Ecuador would look like, and most importantly, he thought about Heidi. He kept on reminding himself that the whole reason why they are heading to another continent and into the unimaginable was Heidi.
Skipper missed her. He could almost hear her voice: "Never swim alone, Skipper." He smiled. Probably the first time he smiled since She died.
"We are doing this for Heidi," Skipper thought to himself.
Then the conductor walked into the seating area. He picked up an intercom and said, "We will be arriving in 10 minutes. Hold tight until then."
Then he walked back towards the front of the plane and exited the room.
Skipper was excited. They are landing soon.
Skipper shook Kowalski awake. "Hey, get up. We're going to be there in a few."
Kowalski opened his eyes. He yawned and observed his surrounds confusingly.
"Uh, Skipper, where are we?"
"We are on the plane to Ecuador, remember? We are landing in a few minutes."
"Wha-- Oh yeah. We're landing already?"
"Yeah. toi were asleep for almost the whole time."
The plane seemed to be dropping height. Eventually after about five minutes, it touched ground. The conductor entered the room again.
"We are now in Quinto. Stay seated until the doors are opened." The conductor repeated that statement in Spanish.
Skipper and Kowalski woke up the others, and Skipper explained how they finally arrived.
After what seemed like forever, the doors to the plane opened and the passengers grabbed their belongings and exited the aircraft.
Skipper and the crew weren't far behind. When they were finally out of the plane, the penguins analyzed their new environment. They were in the middle of a city. Not a big city, it was rather small compared to New York. But nevertheless, a city.
They slid on their stomachs towards two adjacent buildings. They hid between them.
Skipper looked off into the distance. On the hills far off in the horizon, he could see the jungle.
"Um, Kowalski, did Heidi say exactly what she wanted to do here?" Skipper asked.
"Uh.. no actually. Maybe... we could do some sightseeing."
Rico seemed especially happy with this idea and nodded in agreement. He wanted to know what it was like here.
Manfredi seemed nervous. "Um, I'm not so sure if that's a good idea. We might get caught."
Skipper spoke up again, "...Which is why we are hiding."
Finally Johnson spoke up. "Hmm, maybe I should lead this time. I'm older, so I should be plus experienced and make sure we stay unseen."
Of course Skipper wasn't happy with this arrangment. "We won't be seen. And being the oldest means nothing. I'm actually trained to be the leader, while toi aren't. So shut up and follow my orders."
Johnson glared at Skipper, "Okay, fine. toi lead. But I'm not listening to your orders. He started waddling towards the street, out of the hiding place.
Skipper watched in horror. "Johnson, toi idiot, you'll be seen!"
Johnson ignored him. Then all the sudden, a woman looked down, saw Johnson, and shouted, "Pingüino!"
People stopped walking and looked at what the lady was pointing at. They started shouting in rapid Spanish. Johnson ran as fast as he could back towards Skipper and the others. People followed him, and noticed Skipper and the rest.
A man shouted, "Hay cuatro más pingüinos aquí!"
The police came and saw the penguins. Skipper turned to Johnson, "Nice job, smartass."
Johnson gulped.
A cage dropped over the penguins. They struggled, trying to get out. A police man held what looked like a gun, and pointed it at Kowalski. Kowalski squealed. The man pulled the trigger, and a dart pierced through the air and puntured Kowalski's side. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
"KOWALSKI!" Skipper shouted.
plus darts fired, and Johnson, Manfredi, and Rico fell hard, also out cold. One last dart shot out of the tranquilizer and right into Skipper's chest. He felt dizzy. He couldn't hear anything. Everything was in slow motion. He saw the policeman walk towards the cage. Then his eyes rolled back and he dropped to the ground.
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TIME: 4:45PM
LOCATION: SOMEWHERE ABOVE SOUTH AMERICA
The penguins where asleep, crammed together in the little l’espace there was.
Except for Skipper. He got little sleep due to the lack of room. He kept himself busy par daydreaming. He dreamed of his accueil back in Central Park, imagined what Ecuador would look like, and most importantly, he thought about Heidi. He kept on reminding himself that the whole reason why they are heading to another continent and into the unimaginable was Heidi.
Skipper missed her. He could almost hear her voice: "Never swim alone, Skipper." He smiled. Probably the first time he smiled since She died.
"We are doing this for Heidi," Skipper thought to himself.
Then the conductor walked into the seating area. He picked up an intercom and said, "We will be arriving in 10 minutes. Hold tight until then."
Then he walked back towards the front of the plane and exited the room.
Skipper was excited. They are landing soon.
Skipper shook Kowalski awake. "Hey, get up. We're going to be there in a few."
Kowalski opened his eyes. He yawned and observed his surrounds confusingly.
"Uh, Skipper, where are we?"
"We are on the plane to Ecuador, remember? We are landing in a few minutes."
"Wha-- Oh yeah. We're landing already?"
"Yeah. toi were asleep for almost the whole time."
The plane seemed to be dropping height. Eventually after about five minutes, it touched ground. The conductor entered the room again.
"We are now in Quinto. Stay seated until the doors are opened." The conductor repeated that statement in Spanish.
Skipper and Kowalski woke up the others, and Skipper explained how they finally arrived.
After what seemed like forever, the doors to the plane opened and the passengers grabbed their belongings and exited the aircraft.
Skipper and the crew weren't far behind. When they were finally out of the plane, the penguins analyzed their new environment. They were in the middle of a city. Not a big city, it was rather small compared to New York. But nevertheless, a city.
They slid on their stomachs towards two adjacent buildings. They hid between them.
Skipper looked off into the distance. On the hills far off in the horizon, he could see the jungle.
"Um, Kowalski, did Heidi say exactly what she wanted to do here?" Skipper asked.
"Uh.. no actually. Maybe... we could do some sightseeing."
Rico seemed especially happy with this idea and nodded in agreement. He wanted to know what it was like here.
Manfredi seemed nervous. "Um, I'm not so sure if that's a good idea. We might get caught."
Skipper spoke up again, "...Which is why we are hiding."
Finally Johnson spoke up. "Hmm, maybe I should lead this time. I'm older, so I should be plus experienced and make sure we stay unseen."
Of course Skipper wasn't happy with this arrangment. "We won't be seen. And being the oldest means nothing. I'm actually trained to be the leader, while toi aren't. So shut up and follow my orders."
Johnson glared at Skipper, "Okay, fine. toi lead. But I'm not listening to your orders. He started waddling towards the street, out of the hiding place.
Skipper watched in horror. "Johnson, toi idiot, you'll be seen!"
Johnson ignored him. Then all the sudden, a woman looked down, saw Johnson, and shouted, "Pingüino!"
People stopped walking and looked at what the lady was pointing at. They started shouting in rapid Spanish. Johnson ran as fast as he could back towards Skipper and the others. People followed him, and noticed Skipper and the rest.
A man shouted, "Hay cuatro más pingüinos aquí!"
The police came and saw the penguins. Skipper turned to Johnson, "Nice job, smartass."
Johnson gulped.
A cage dropped over the penguins. They struggled, trying to get out. A police man held what looked like a gun, and pointed it at Kowalski. Kowalski squealed. The man pulled the trigger, and a dart pierced through the air and puntured Kowalski's side. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
"KOWALSKI!" Skipper shouted.
plus darts fired, and Johnson, Manfredi, and Rico fell hard, also out cold. One last dart shot out of the tranquilizer and right into Skipper's chest. He felt dizzy. He couldn't hear anything. Everything was in slow motion. He saw the policeman walk towards the cage. Then his eyes rolled back and he dropped to the ground.
a tribute to manchot, pingouin of Madagascar
please commentaire it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
manchot, pingouin of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
rejoindre together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I l’amour them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live manchot, pingouin of Madagascar
toi will never be forgotten
please commentaire it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
manchot, pingouin of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
rejoindre together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I l’amour them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live manchot, pingouin of Madagascar
toi will never be forgotten
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!