It was a stormy day, That ment-no training. And only the captian was upset over this, the others had no problem.

"YES! I won't have to miss any Twilight Zones!" Kowalski said. the others stared blankly "It's, scientific-in a way.." Kowalski folded his flippers.

"B-but, I wanted to watch the tellie! they are going to montrer something on Disney Channel!" Private pouted.

"BOXING!" Rico snatched the remote from Kowalski.

"WHAT? Private, toi know they'll montrer it 100 plus times! Rico, can't toi just go brush your poupées hair ou something? Twilight zone is educational!" Kowalski snatched the remote back.

"Twilight zone is a bunch of- mm sorry- But it is not! and it isn't happy either!" Private snatched
the remote back. And then so on and so forth, the fight continued.

"Alright! Alright! none of toi are!" Skipper a dit butting in between "The only thing we will be doing, is cleaning the mud stains toi boys left from your feet!" Skipper snatched the remote and forced it down Rico.

"Then what will we do? expect us to just sleep? I already finished all my projects I was working on. and the Twilight Zone will give me a scientific break through!" Kowalski said, then grabbing a mop.

"And, I finished all my sewin- welll i did everything... er, men do."

"Sewings not manly.." Kowalski murmerd.

"Neither is écriture in your notebook all your secrets." Private retorted.

Kowalski blushed a bit.

"If toi boys keep this up, there will be no plus TV." Skipper hollered.

~a bit later~

plus chores were done. plus fighting in hush tones continued.

Until finally...

"I CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER SECOND!" Private wept "there is NOTHING to do!"

"BOXING!" Rico knocked Kowalski.

"Er, or.. We could all agree on a TV montrer to watch." Kowalski a dit lifting himself off the ground.

"B-but, toi heard Skippa, he a dit no TV the last heure ago." Private pouted.

"Sneak it!" Rico puked the remote out.

"True, we could do that. But we're all in the same area.."

"Boys, I'm going outside.." Skipper a dit and headed towards the ladder.

"But It's storming outside!" Private said, getting worried for Skipper.

Then Kowalski guessed where he was going-Marlene's habitat.

"Like, I said, no Tv." Skipper then went out the hole.

"Well it's now useless. we can't disobey Skippa's order!"

"Well we can try to make it look like we aren't going to watch TV..." Kowalski pondered.

Rico walked towards the Television.

"Oh alright.. here give me the remote.." Private a dit and took it gently from Rico's flipper.

"Er, Why?" Kowalski asked.

"Oh, i know how to use the tellie better then toi guys. so... I CLAIM THE TELLIE!" Private ran

"HUH? NO!" Rico jumped on Private and squished him. Rico puked out a wooden spoon.

"I'll take that!" Kowalski took the remote and ran.

Rico then puked a rope,and tide Kowalski.

Private had the remote! he tried running towards the TV. But no use. Skipper came back early.

What he saw was, Kowalski trying to bite through the rope, Rico with another rope-and a spoon?
and Private running-WITH THE REMOTE?
"Sweet mother Mcaurther! whats going on here? toi guys were trying to watch the TV, eh?" Skipper crossed his flippers.

"It's...true..." Private looked down in shame "I'm sorry Skippa, We had cabine feva..." Skipper took the remote from Private.

"Yes, it's true." Kowalski said, still trying to get out of the rope.

Rico shrugged and went into the bathroom "Didn't do nothin." Rico said.

"We are sorry Skipper." Kowalski a dit "Could toi help me out of this rope?"

"Mm, No. It's a lighter punishment then what i had in mind." Skipper pciked up the spoon and looked at it questionly.

"I guess it's no tellie then?" Private shrugged.

"Well sure, since I'm feeling soft on toi boys. sure."

Private jumped for joy. Skipper handed him the remote.

with a click of the TV, the first thing on the screen was...

"The satelite dish is not working. for plus help please call the number: 800-909-6564"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

THE END!