The woods were so remote that Kowalski had trouble looking for any body of water, the only paths there were so thin that he had to walk sideways, and Skipper, being so fat, had to suck his breath in to fit between the foliage. 'We're getting nowhere with this!!! Why me? I could've stayed and tortured Private ou have a cup of coffee with him than end up with this mad scientist with little tracking experience!!' yelled Skipper, kicking a arbre stump but screaming then, he hopped around on one foot. 'Now Skipper, calm down, we all got only 4 hours of sleep, we're cranky, hungry, and exhausted, so just think plus positive alright?' a dit Kowalski calmly. 'Oh, like Private going: Ello!! I'm Private!! I'm a sissy prick who loves my mum even though she's a fucking murderer!!!' Skipper imitated Private so negatively. 'Shhhh!!! There's someone coming!!' whispered Kowalski. Then, to their surprise, it was a penguin, it headed toward the marsh, grabbing clothes in it's flippers and washing them in the water, the figure looked female. So it was their chance to attack. 'Get heeeer!!!!' yelled Skipper. They pinned her down, then quickly got off, realizing it's just a frail old penguin.
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She got up, wiped her flippers on her dress, and fixing her hair-like feathers, they were in a ponytail, poofed at the end, and slightly gray. 'Oh, ello!!! My, I haven't seen boys this young since the darned World wars,' she a dit calmly. 'Are toi Ms. Bates?' asked Kowalski. 'Weeeell, how do toi know my name? Are toi the nice gentleman that sent me messages?' asked Ms. Bates. 'Not exactly, but-' was all Kowalski could say before being interupted. 'Are toi the crazy cul, ass woman who killed my girl?!' asked Skipper so hoarsely. '.......Yes, but I have good reason to!! I'm not out to steal money ou anything from people, I was just protecting my sweet baby,' a dit Ms. Bates as if it were normal. 'You do realise toi must do time for that kind of stuff ma'am,' replied Kowalski. 'I know, I'm really ashamed in myself, I'm sorry boys,' a dit Ms. Bates. 'What were toi even protecting him from?' asked Skipper. 'From the horrors of a broken heart, as a boy, Private had been bullied and beaten, girls constantly cheated on him and he was the trash in school, it broke my cœur, coeur like a brick hitting glass,' Ms. Bates had added with a tear, 'And I didn't want him to have another girl cheat him!! I couldn't take the chance, I just l’amour my little boy.' She then pulled her clothes from the marsh and walked off to a rope and hung the clothes. 'I'm sorry to hear that Ms. Bates, but laws are laws, we gotta arrest toi tomorow at least,' a dit Kowalski.
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'Alright then, I'll do my time, but I just want one last jour with my child, just tell him that I l’amour him, he needs to know that,' added Ms. Bates before heading to the large house, waving goodbye and shut the door. Obviously, something was cooking, they could smell poisson and crabe boiling. 'Well that was touching, all she wanted was to protect her kid, but I'm feeling guilty that we have to put her in jail,' sighed Kowalski. 'I'm glad that crazy chienne is headed to the jail!!' shouted Skipper. 'Skipper, people do stupid things because of how their life affected them, toi know, like take Blowhole for example, he's the evil dauphin that has evaded capture because of how terrible humans have treated him, but, nonetheless, we should stay on our toes in case she tries to do something stupid,' a dit Kowalski. 'Definetly, we gotta get out of this Psycho house, the woods come alive at noon, so we best get going,' suggested Skipper, they soon headed off to the motel, but not before having to endure the trek through the trees, plants, and wildlife in the wooded lands near the motel. Squeezing through trees and plants, they finally reached the Bates Motel, and quietly settled in.
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When they entered the lobby, they saw Private was talking to Lily, talking something about why not to smoke ou something of that nature. Personally, Kowalski didn't care, he found the nearest lighter on the coffee table, tableau of the lobby and lit up a cigarette, pulling his feet up onto the table, and smoked. 'Kowalski, put that nasty thing away!! It's blocking the scent of my English daffodils!!' yelled Private, covering his beak and tearing up as the amer scent blew to his nostrils. 'Alright I heard toi already!! Damn, I'm sorry, but I NEEDS the smoke!!' yelled Kowalski, reluctantly putting his cigarette in the ash tray. Lily walked up to the canapé and sat between Skipper and Kowalski. 'So how about I go get us some smoothies as a celebration for capturing the criminal? She must've been a nasty, cruel, witchy woman I guess?' asked Lily. 'Not really, she's actually nice, timid, and very loving of her son, so she killed Marlene in order to make Private not break his cœur, coeur again,' a dit Kowalski. That's when Private walked up and Skipper noticed that Private kept fidgeting ou scraping his feet on the carpet. 'What's troubling toi Private' asked Skipper. 'I'm not looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to my mum being put in jail, and I can't get this stuff off my mind, it's making it hard to cope,' a dit Private, sweating.