“So…this is it?” a dit Marlene, obviously under whelmed. She turned to Kowalski, who was standing suivant to her, surveying his lair proudly.
“What, toi don’t like it?” a dit Kowalski sadly.
“No, no!” a dit Marlene quickly, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “It’s just…it’s in the sewer…”
“After a bit, toi can’t really notice the smell,” a dit Kowalski, taking a deep breath to prove her wrong. An unbearable smell crashed into his nostrils and he groaned and put a flipper over his beak. “I stand corrected.”
“So, where is this organ?” she said, looking around. “Is that is over there?” She pointed towards a large block of wood standing in the corner.
“Yes, that would be it,” a dit Kowalski. “I know it’s not much, but it I thought it was pretty good considering what I had to work with.”
“Mmm” a dit Marlene, nodding without really paying attention. “So, does it work?”
“Yes, but I would appreciate if toi didn’t play it…it’s rather loud,” a dit Kowalski.
“Oh, I get you!” a dit Marlene. “This is plus about your stupid fight with Skipper.”
“Yes, it is. Now please don’t blaireau me, I would rather not discuss it,” a dit Kowalski grumpily.
Marlene sighed; she hated being involved in other people’s conflicts. At least Kowalski wasn’t asking her to do anything against Skipper, but she was pretty upset that she couldn’t play the organ; she had always liked the way they sounded but obviously had never been allowed to mess with one before.
“Are toi sure toi don’t want to go to my habitat, Kowalski?” a dit Marlene, wanting to leave. “I’ve got snacks!”
“Oh, that’s okay. I raided the zoo storage facility the other jour and brought back two crates packed full of nice, fresh fish.” Kowalski licked the edges of his beak. “I put them behind the organ. Here, I’ll go get one…”
Marlene sighed. She did not at all want to stay in this smelly sewer, but also did not want to hurt Kowalski’s feelings. She walked over to a cinder block Kowalski used as a chair and sat down on it. It was very uncomfortable, but she did not say anything.
“Here we go!” a dit Kowalski, dragging a large box towards Marlene. “Dinner is served!”
“Dinner? It’s almost twelve o’clock at night!” a dit Marlene, who was not one to stand for improper use of words.
“Well, midnight snack then, it doesn’t matter!” a dit Kowalski bitterly, opening the box. He pulled out about a dozen poisson and dumped them on the floor. “Eat up!”
“Kowalski, why are toi wearing that on your face?” a dit Marlene suddenly. Kowalski froze just as he was about to avaler, hirondelle a poisson whole.
“Just noticed that did you?” a dit Kowalski, putting the poisson down with some reluctance.
“Not really…I noticed it ever since toi started giving your little monologue behind the warehouse. I know toi were impersonating the Phantom of the Opera, but seriously, can toi take it off now?”
“Um…no” a dit Kowalski casually. “Now how about those chant tips so toi can go off to bed? It’s getting very late…”
“Kowalski, you’re really starting to bug me. You’re not the Phantom, okay. Take it off.”
“Alright” a dit Kowalski. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Kowalski pulled the cloth off his face and dropped it on the floor. Marlene gasped.
“Oh Kowalski, what did toi do to your face?” a dit Marlene sympathetically.
“Acid. Another long story, which I don’t have time to recount. Now eat something ou not, but I would like to get these chant tips over with.”
Marlene felt like running over to Kowalski and giving him a big hug. A wound that deep…that showed the Bones in the face…couldn’t have been painless. But Kowalski wasn’t complaining.
“Kowalski, I’m so sorry!” a dit Marlene pitifully.
“For what? toi didn’t do anything,” commenté Kowalski as he swallowed a fish. “Gonna eat any of these? No? Okay then!”
Kowalski kicked the caisse out of the way and walked over to Marlene.
“Okay. Now these tips aren’t to make toi sound better, they’re to cause less stress on your vocal cords and give toi a louder chant voice which toi will be able to wow the judges with. Of course, toi probably won’t even be able to see the effects of them, but they’re fun anyway.” Kowalski a dit this all very quickly while tying the cloth back over his face.
“Huh?” a dit Marlene.
“Now Marlene” a dit Kowalski, “When toi are about to start chant stand erect, don’t slouch over, and keep your head tilted vers l'avant, vers l’avant exactly 65.3 degrees, like this…”
Kowalski grabbed Marlene and manipulated her body into the proper position. “Standing like this and keeping your head in the exact proper position allows your voice to be projected plus effectively and causes less stress on the larynx…”
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The suivant morning, the chimps made an announcement.
“For all of toi people that were interesting in our ‘musical theater’ presentation, we are officially changing the performance,” a dit Mason. “It was just too much of a hassle to inform everyone about what the Barber of Seville actually was, and since most of the lyrics aren’t even in English…”
Phil a dit something in sign language. “No Phil, I’m pretty sure it was your idea to do this play. I wanted to see Macbeth, remember?”
“Anyway,” Mason continued, “We are changing the performance to a play that people will probably be much plus familiar with, seeing as it is performed several times every night throughout New York. Yes, I am talking of the Phantom of the Opera!”
Phil a dit something else in sign language. “I know Phil, that’s why I chose it,” a dit Mason.
“So there toi have it, folks. The remaining auditions will be held tomorrow night at the plaza we did them in the first time. After those, we will contact the people who we think are deserving of roles in the performance, and rehearsal for the play will begin a few days later. Thank toi for your time.”
The group of animaux began to disperse. “Is it just me, ou does anyone else think that ghosts and opera shouldn’t go together?” remarked Burt the elephant.
Marlene had been standing in the back of the group of animaux and when everyone began to leave, she tried to get back to her habitat as quickly as possibly without looking conspicuous.
“Kowalski!” a dit Marlene, sliding into the tunnel that served as the entrance to her den. “I’ve got news…”
“Careful!” a dit Kowalski, holding up his flipper as she neared the end of the tunnel. “I’m testing the infra-red security system, but there are still a few…bugs in the programming. Observe.”
Kowalski picked up a rock off the floor and carefully dropped it on haut, retour au début of one of the laser beams. For a second, nothing happened, but then the rock simply disintegrated into powder.
“What the heck was that?” a dit Marlene. “Are toi saying that anyone coming through here is going to be turned into dust?”
“Well, the beams are supposed to increase body temperature so rapidly when triggered that the intruder will pass out within secondes due to intensely high body temperature.”
“Isn’t that a little…I dunno…extreme?” a dit Marlene, staring at one of the lasers.
“Possibly, but the only other thing I could think of off the haut, retour au début of my head was a guillotine blade trap. Give me a little credit!” a dit Kowalski.
“And no,” a dit Kowalski, as Marlene opened her mouth. “This will not cause any lasting damage to their brain ou vital organs. At least, I don’t think so.”
Marlene gasped. “I’m just playing with you,” a dit Kowalski. “Just let me adjust the thermal factors on this control panel and then I’ll turn it off for toi to pass.”
Marlene simply stepped over the laser beams, none of which were above three inches off the ground, and watched Kowalski press buttons on the control panel.
“It would be much easier if I knew what all of these buttons did!” commentaire Kowalski in a frustrated tone. “What the heck, I’ll mess with these later. Now just let me turn this off for toi and…”
Marlene tapped Kowalski on the shoulder. He jumped slightly and turned around. “How did you…oh,” a dit Kowalski, looking sadly at the beams.
“Come on Kowalski, take a break. How long have toi been working on that again? Like five hours?”
“Actually I’ve only been working on this for fifteen minutes. I was working on that for the other four hours and forty-five minutes.
Kowalski pointed towards the manhole in the middle of the den. Marlene shrugged.
“It’s a manhole,” remarked Marlene.
“Yes, it is” agreed Kowalski. “One which I installed with over seventy-four different types of intruder-deterring features. For example, say someone tries to simply shove the manhole open like my ex-troop always seems to do. If the manhole is fully separated from its little hole in the ground here for plus than one and a half seconds, sensors around the hole will be triggered and a spray of various fumes will issue out, none of which are lethal but they are potent enough that a miniscule amount would be enough to knock out a grown human for two hours and fifty three minutes.”
Marlene wasn’t sure she liked Kowalski visitor-proofing her habitat. She had invited Kowalski to spend some time at her habitat, feeling bad about leaving him in his miserable little lair in the sewer, and he had asked her permission to put up some ‘security features’ while she was away listening to the announcement. She had agreed very quickly without thinking, since Kowalski had been delaying her with several last-minute chant tips (even though she reminded him the auditions were not till tomorrow) and she was anxious that she would miss the announcement.
“Of course. Nothing with toi penguins is ever easy,” a dit Marlene. She had been simply thinking it but somehow it had slipped out, one of her bad habits. Kowalski chuckled a little.
“What, par security features toi thought I meant a little lock on the manhole and perhaps a door for the tunnel? No, no, no, no, no! A little lock and a door is not going to keep my old team out. When they want in, they get in, if there’s something in the way, they remove it. Rico would easily pick in a lock about a second, and there’s no way they would bother to knock on a door. These security features are very inconspicuous, Marlene. The manhole appears normal from both sides, as toi saw yourself, and the laser beams are so minute that no one would be able to see them without careful inspection. Get it now?”
Marlene did not really approve of Kowalski’s methods, but she was getting tired of the penguins always popping in without warning. Still, there was one question that had been bugging her since she had seen Kowalski last night…
“Kowalski,” a dit Marlene, “Didn’t you…get sick of science ou something?”
“Good heavens no!” a dit Kowalski, as though Marlene had just uttered a disgusting curse word. “Are toi mad? I could never, ever tire of science. Science is…”
“Okay, okay, I don’t need to hear a speech. It’s just that, didn’t toi claim that toi were getting tired of science?”
“Well yes, I a dit that, but I didn’t actually mean it. Yes, musique can be nice at times, but it pales in comparison to the greatness of science. Just understand, Marlene, that this whole plot is far to elaborate for toi to likely understand, and…”
“What plot?” a dit Marlene, becoming stern. “You little liar!”
“Calm down, Marlene” a dit Kowalski timidly as Marlene began to advance threateningly towards him. “And tell me, just what have I lied about?”
“Well I suppose toi never directly stated that toi weren’t plotting, but it was heavily implied during our conversation last night,” a dit Marlene. “I have no idea what toi and Skipper got into such a big fight about, but I’m sure not going to let toi do anything to hurt him ou the others!”
“Wait! I haven’t told toi my plan! I certainly don’t mean to hurt anyone, especially Skipper and my old team!” a dit Kowalski, backing away from Marlene. Unfortunantly for him, Marlene wasn’t buying it.
“Come here you!” a dit Marlene, darting towards Kowalski. Kowalski dodged and made a break for the tunnel.
“All I wanted was to help toi with your singing, Marlene…AARGH!”
Kowalski stopped in his tracks and slumped over onto the ground the moment he ran into the tunnel.
“Kowalski?” a dit Marlene. She walked over and poked him. He lay completely still, his eyes closed and his face La Reine des Neiges into a pained expression.
“The security system!” a dit Marlene, slapping herself. “Oh, Kowalski…”
Kowalski’s foot had indeed gently brushed a laser beam. “At least he didn’t turn into powder,” a dit Marlene. She felt his forehead and sure enough, it was intensely hot to the touch.
“Well, I guess I’d better take toi to Skipper. He might be able to help, and most importantly, maybe toi two can settle this silly fight of yours when toi come round.”
She picked up Kowalski and, carefully stepping around the lasers, made her way out of her habitat.
“What, toi don’t like it?” a dit Kowalski sadly.
“No, no!” a dit Marlene quickly, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “It’s just…it’s in the sewer…”
“After a bit, toi can’t really notice the smell,” a dit Kowalski, taking a deep breath to prove her wrong. An unbearable smell crashed into his nostrils and he groaned and put a flipper over his beak. “I stand corrected.”
“So, where is this organ?” she said, looking around. “Is that is over there?” She pointed towards a large block of wood standing in the corner.
“Yes, that would be it,” a dit Kowalski. “I know it’s not much, but it I thought it was pretty good considering what I had to work with.”
“Mmm” a dit Marlene, nodding without really paying attention. “So, does it work?”
“Yes, but I would appreciate if toi didn’t play it…it’s rather loud,” a dit Kowalski.
“Oh, I get you!” a dit Marlene. “This is plus about your stupid fight with Skipper.”
“Yes, it is. Now please don’t blaireau me, I would rather not discuss it,” a dit Kowalski grumpily.
Marlene sighed; she hated being involved in other people’s conflicts. At least Kowalski wasn’t asking her to do anything against Skipper, but she was pretty upset that she couldn’t play the organ; she had always liked the way they sounded but obviously had never been allowed to mess with one before.
“Are toi sure toi don’t want to go to my habitat, Kowalski?” a dit Marlene, wanting to leave. “I’ve got snacks!”
“Oh, that’s okay. I raided the zoo storage facility the other jour and brought back two crates packed full of nice, fresh fish.” Kowalski licked the edges of his beak. “I put them behind the organ. Here, I’ll go get one…”
Marlene sighed. She did not at all want to stay in this smelly sewer, but also did not want to hurt Kowalski’s feelings. She walked over to a cinder block Kowalski used as a chair and sat down on it. It was very uncomfortable, but she did not say anything.
“Here we go!” a dit Kowalski, dragging a large box towards Marlene. “Dinner is served!”
“Dinner? It’s almost twelve o’clock at night!” a dit Marlene, who was not one to stand for improper use of words.
“Well, midnight snack then, it doesn’t matter!” a dit Kowalski bitterly, opening the box. He pulled out about a dozen poisson and dumped them on the floor. “Eat up!”
“Kowalski, why are toi wearing that on your face?” a dit Marlene suddenly. Kowalski froze just as he was about to avaler, hirondelle a poisson whole.
“Just noticed that did you?” a dit Kowalski, putting the poisson down with some reluctance.
“Not really…I noticed it ever since toi started giving your little monologue behind the warehouse. I know toi were impersonating the Phantom of the Opera, but seriously, can toi take it off now?”
“Um…no” a dit Kowalski casually. “Now how about those chant tips so toi can go off to bed? It’s getting very late…”
“Kowalski, you’re really starting to bug me. You’re not the Phantom, okay. Take it off.”
“Alright” a dit Kowalski. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Kowalski pulled the cloth off his face and dropped it on the floor. Marlene gasped.
“Oh Kowalski, what did toi do to your face?” a dit Marlene sympathetically.
“Acid. Another long story, which I don’t have time to recount. Now eat something ou not, but I would like to get these chant tips over with.”
Marlene felt like running over to Kowalski and giving him a big hug. A wound that deep…that showed the Bones in the face…couldn’t have been painless. But Kowalski wasn’t complaining.
“Kowalski, I’m so sorry!” a dit Marlene pitifully.
“For what? toi didn’t do anything,” commenté Kowalski as he swallowed a fish. “Gonna eat any of these? No? Okay then!”
Kowalski kicked the caisse out of the way and walked over to Marlene.
“Okay. Now these tips aren’t to make toi sound better, they’re to cause less stress on your vocal cords and give toi a louder chant voice which toi will be able to wow the judges with. Of course, toi probably won’t even be able to see the effects of them, but they’re fun anyway.” Kowalski a dit this all very quickly while tying the cloth back over his face.
“Huh?” a dit Marlene.
“Now Marlene” a dit Kowalski, “When toi are about to start chant stand erect, don’t slouch over, and keep your head tilted vers l'avant, vers l’avant exactly 65.3 degrees, like this…”
Kowalski grabbed Marlene and manipulated her body into the proper position. “Standing like this and keeping your head in the exact proper position allows your voice to be projected plus effectively and causes less stress on the larynx…”
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The suivant morning, the chimps made an announcement.
“For all of toi people that were interesting in our ‘musical theater’ presentation, we are officially changing the performance,” a dit Mason. “It was just too much of a hassle to inform everyone about what the Barber of Seville actually was, and since most of the lyrics aren’t even in English…”
Phil a dit something in sign language. “No Phil, I’m pretty sure it was your idea to do this play. I wanted to see Macbeth, remember?”
“Anyway,” Mason continued, “We are changing the performance to a play that people will probably be much plus familiar with, seeing as it is performed several times every night throughout New York. Yes, I am talking of the Phantom of the Opera!”
Phil a dit something else in sign language. “I know Phil, that’s why I chose it,” a dit Mason.
“So there toi have it, folks. The remaining auditions will be held tomorrow night at the plaza we did them in the first time. After those, we will contact the people who we think are deserving of roles in the performance, and rehearsal for the play will begin a few days later. Thank toi for your time.”
The group of animaux began to disperse. “Is it just me, ou does anyone else think that ghosts and opera shouldn’t go together?” remarked Burt the elephant.
Marlene had been standing in the back of the group of animaux and when everyone began to leave, she tried to get back to her habitat as quickly as possibly without looking conspicuous.
“Kowalski!” a dit Marlene, sliding into the tunnel that served as the entrance to her den. “I’ve got news…”
“Careful!” a dit Kowalski, holding up his flipper as she neared the end of the tunnel. “I’m testing the infra-red security system, but there are still a few…bugs in the programming. Observe.”
Kowalski picked up a rock off the floor and carefully dropped it on haut, retour au début of one of the laser beams. For a second, nothing happened, but then the rock simply disintegrated into powder.
“What the heck was that?” a dit Marlene. “Are toi saying that anyone coming through here is going to be turned into dust?”
“Well, the beams are supposed to increase body temperature so rapidly when triggered that the intruder will pass out within secondes due to intensely high body temperature.”
“Isn’t that a little…I dunno…extreme?” a dit Marlene, staring at one of the lasers.
“Possibly, but the only other thing I could think of off the haut, retour au début of my head was a guillotine blade trap. Give me a little credit!” a dit Kowalski.
“And no,” a dit Kowalski, as Marlene opened her mouth. “This will not cause any lasting damage to their brain ou vital organs. At least, I don’t think so.”
Marlene gasped. “I’m just playing with you,” a dit Kowalski. “Just let me adjust the thermal factors on this control panel and then I’ll turn it off for toi to pass.”
Marlene simply stepped over the laser beams, none of which were above three inches off the ground, and watched Kowalski press buttons on the control panel.
“It would be much easier if I knew what all of these buttons did!” commentaire Kowalski in a frustrated tone. “What the heck, I’ll mess with these later. Now just let me turn this off for toi and…”
Marlene tapped Kowalski on the shoulder. He jumped slightly and turned around. “How did you…oh,” a dit Kowalski, looking sadly at the beams.
“Come on Kowalski, take a break. How long have toi been working on that again? Like five hours?”
“Actually I’ve only been working on this for fifteen minutes. I was working on that for the other four hours and forty-five minutes.
Kowalski pointed towards the manhole in the middle of the den. Marlene shrugged.
“It’s a manhole,” remarked Marlene.
“Yes, it is” agreed Kowalski. “One which I installed with over seventy-four different types of intruder-deterring features. For example, say someone tries to simply shove the manhole open like my ex-troop always seems to do. If the manhole is fully separated from its little hole in the ground here for plus than one and a half seconds, sensors around the hole will be triggered and a spray of various fumes will issue out, none of which are lethal but they are potent enough that a miniscule amount would be enough to knock out a grown human for two hours and fifty three minutes.”
Marlene wasn’t sure she liked Kowalski visitor-proofing her habitat. She had invited Kowalski to spend some time at her habitat, feeling bad about leaving him in his miserable little lair in the sewer, and he had asked her permission to put up some ‘security features’ while she was away listening to the announcement. She had agreed very quickly without thinking, since Kowalski had been delaying her with several last-minute chant tips (even though she reminded him the auditions were not till tomorrow) and she was anxious that she would miss the announcement.
“Of course. Nothing with toi penguins is ever easy,” a dit Marlene. She had been simply thinking it but somehow it had slipped out, one of her bad habits. Kowalski chuckled a little.
“What, par security features toi thought I meant a little lock on the manhole and perhaps a door for the tunnel? No, no, no, no, no! A little lock and a door is not going to keep my old team out. When they want in, they get in, if there’s something in the way, they remove it. Rico would easily pick in a lock about a second, and there’s no way they would bother to knock on a door. These security features are very inconspicuous, Marlene. The manhole appears normal from both sides, as toi saw yourself, and the laser beams are so minute that no one would be able to see them without careful inspection. Get it now?”
Marlene did not really approve of Kowalski’s methods, but she was getting tired of the penguins always popping in without warning. Still, there was one question that had been bugging her since she had seen Kowalski last night…
“Kowalski,” a dit Marlene, “Didn’t you…get sick of science ou something?”
“Good heavens no!” a dit Kowalski, as though Marlene had just uttered a disgusting curse word. “Are toi mad? I could never, ever tire of science. Science is…”
“Okay, okay, I don’t need to hear a speech. It’s just that, didn’t toi claim that toi were getting tired of science?”
“Well yes, I a dit that, but I didn’t actually mean it. Yes, musique can be nice at times, but it pales in comparison to the greatness of science. Just understand, Marlene, that this whole plot is far to elaborate for toi to likely understand, and…”
“What plot?” a dit Marlene, becoming stern. “You little liar!”
“Calm down, Marlene” a dit Kowalski timidly as Marlene began to advance threateningly towards him. “And tell me, just what have I lied about?”
“Well I suppose toi never directly stated that toi weren’t plotting, but it was heavily implied during our conversation last night,” a dit Marlene. “I have no idea what toi and Skipper got into such a big fight about, but I’m sure not going to let toi do anything to hurt him ou the others!”
“Wait! I haven’t told toi my plan! I certainly don’t mean to hurt anyone, especially Skipper and my old team!” a dit Kowalski, backing away from Marlene. Unfortunantly for him, Marlene wasn’t buying it.
“Come here you!” a dit Marlene, darting towards Kowalski. Kowalski dodged and made a break for the tunnel.
“All I wanted was to help toi with your singing, Marlene…AARGH!”
Kowalski stopped in his tracks and slumped over onto the ground the moment he ran into the tunnel.
“Kowalski?” a dit Marlene. She walked over and poked him. He lay completely still, his eyes closed and his face La Reine des Neiges into a pained expression.
“The security system!” a dit Marlene, slapping herself. “Oh, Kowalski…”
Kowalski’s foot had indeed gently brushed a laser beam. “At least he didn’t turn into powder,” a dit Marlene. She felt his forehead and sure enough, it was intensely hot to the touch.
“Well, I guess I’d better take toi to Skipper. He might be able to help, and most importantly, maybe toi two can settle this silly fight of yours when toi come round.”
She picked up Kowalski and, carefully stepping around the lasers, made her way out of her habitat.
I am stuck with the other amoureux
Trying to hold on
Feel like PoM is never coming back
Will someone lift me up?
And I ask myself
What do I love?
Do I want to give up on PoM
And l’amour another fandom
And I tell myself
No, No, No
Don't want to be
Anything
But a fanguin
toi are stuck with the other amoureux
Trying to hold on
Feel pressured par the rumors
Will someone relive you?
ASK yourself....
What do I love?
Do I want to give up on PoM
And l’amour another fandom
toi need to tel yourself
No, No, No
Don't want to be
Anything
But a fanguin
Your life stays low as people give up around toi
toi ask around if PoM is still alive, the answer stays the same
toi wonder what PoM's future is, and wonder
toi feel determination in your blood and keep PoM in your heart
No, No, no
Don't want to be
No, No, No
But A fanguin
toi are stuck with the other amoureux
Trying to hold on
Feel like PoM is never coming back
Will someone lift me up?
And I ask myself
What do I love?
Do I want to give up on PoM
And l’amour another fandom
And I tell myself
No, No, No
Don't want to be
Anything
But a fanguin
toi are stuck with the other amoureux
Trying to hold on
Feel pressured par the rumors
Will someone relive you?
ASK yourself....
What do I love?
Do I want to give up on PoM
And l’amour another fandom
toi need to tel yourself
No, No, No
Don't want to be
Anything
But a fanguin
Your life stays low as people give up around toi
toi ask around if PoM is still alive, the answer stays the same
toi wonder what PoM's future is, and wonder
toi feel determination in your blood and keep PoM in your heart
No, No, no
Don't want to be
No, No, No
But A fanguin
toi are stuck with the other amoureux