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Casino Rooftop in Monte Carlo

During the honeymoon of the lovely manchot, pingouin and bobblehead doll couple, the sun was setting on the water and things seemed peaceful.
"Lola, my sweet, we need to talk," Skipper started, staring at the bobblehead's smile.
"You see, we don't seem to connect as much as i thought we would. As much as it pains me to say it, beautiful, i think we should see other people," Skipper explained, breaking the ice.
As if making a response to Skipper's words, Lola slid off the roof, fell to the ground, and broke into pieces. Skipper partially felt guilt, but he spoke from the heart...

jour 3
First thing in the morning, Skipper got the team up, to look into the discovery Kowalski made. None of them stopped until all the livres were scattered on the floor. It had to have been impossible.
There was no possible trace of evidence. The room wasn't there, even. It was like it had just vanished.
"Sorry, Kowalski, but it's like there's no way this happened." Skipper said.
"I know, but toi have to believe me! I saw it. I saw them!" Kowalski exclaimed.
"We do, Kowalski, it's just that this place makes it extremely hard." Private reassured Kowalski.
"Thanks, but I'm not sure if I even believe...

My mother looks down on me with concern. I reach my flipper up to my forehead, and examine it. As I scan my flipper, I realize it's covered in blood. Every breath filters me with pain. My torso aches, and my mid-back cramps. I'm the least of my worries now. My mother tolerated the storm with no shelter. "You poor thing! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" She whispers and coughs. "I'm fine, momma, but toi look sick. We should find a place to stay, so toi can rest." I say. "Thank you, Skipper. There's a vacant igloo over there we can stay in." She says pointing to the snowy shelter.
We start waddling...

Chapter 6

Skipper made his way back to the Clock Tower. When he entered the room, a quick flash of light came and went, and the two fingers of the giant clock in the room were both rotating in different directions. They both landed on the six, and the clock made a total of thirteen toll sounds. After that extra toll sound the middle of the floor opened, and Skipper made his way down. When he made his way down he found a small elevator that looked like it will only go down, so he used it to go down. Once he arrived at the bottom he was in a pitch, black room, Skipper couldn't see a thing. Suddenly,...

Chapter 4

Skipper made it to the suivant area of the castle, the Coliseum. As he walked par he saw dead bodies, most skeletons of warriors, all who have fought in the Coliseum in the past. But then, the skeleton warriors came back to life. Skipper noticed the sounds coming from behind him. He pulled out his sword and shield but he was outnumbered and soon surrounded par skeleton warriors. One of the skeleton warriors ordered Skipper to come with them to the battlefield. With not much of a choice, Skipper went with them.

They lead him to the battlefield area of the Coliseum, where they went back to...

Chapter 2

As Skipper entered the château right before he got inside a huge loup monster stood in his way, but he easily killed with one hit of his sword. He didn't have just any sword, it was the family sword pasted down generation to generation in his family. As he went inside two plus loup monsters where in his way, but like the last one he killed them both with one Slash from his powerful sword. The lights of the château then went on and right out of the ground zombies raised from the ground. One par one then came but he was still no problem for the manchot, pingouin vampire. Killing of all them he made...

OK, so I'm really bored, so I decided to just do something random. So I started rhyming. My poem is probably lame, I know. Whattaya gonna do? Well, here goes...


PoM is so rockin' & cool
It makes me laugh so hard I look like a fool
I think about it all the time
To not like the montrer would be a crime

I think about it while I'm sleeping
I think about it while I'm awake
When a new montrer doesn't come on I start weeping
How long do I have to wait?

Skipper, the leader, is really hard core
But he still has a soft spot
To him there's so much more
When he's in cognito he's never caught

Kowalski is the genius of...

Private rushed through the dark murderous forest for his life. Leaping over dead arbre roots, croutching under branches, and yelping for some one's, anyone's help, he raced farther and farther away from the inferno mansion. For all he knew, the maniac that killed his Friends was on his trail. No time, did he waste, to glance back to found where his attacker was.
Soon he was almost at the threshold, where they had almost wrecked coming. Just then in front of him Skipper's shadowy figure jumped from a arbre with an ax in one flipper, blocking the trembling Private from escaping. "Sorry, I have...

Skipper was right. They had arrived in Antarctica.
Soon they arrived at the palace. Problem is, there were two ginormous mutant leopard seals guarding the entrance.
S: Great. Now what do we do?
Me: Skipper, I may have a solution. Some of my arrows are loaded with anesthetic. It may be enough to knock them out.
It was enough to knock them out. A few secondes later, the guards lay unconscious in the snow.
S: Good work Melody. But don't let your guard down.
So they slip inside the palace, and inside, everything is silent. A little too silent.
S: Stay alert. Something's wrong. I can feel it in my gut.
?:...

Skipper's point of view:
I am surronded par pearly walls and a gruff, harsh voice comes from outside the solid barrier, followed par an angelic, softspoken voice that I would never forget ou regret hearing. So anxious to break out, I squirm and push plus than I had ever done so before.
My flipper punches out a large portion of the atmosphere of my world. I keep struggling to obey that instinctive urge to escape. Soon my warm and cozy cacoon is filled with the flowing rush of frigid air ..... oxygen. With my head, I but the haut, retour au début of my orb and I peep my head out.
The heavenly voice calls out to me....

I want to make this the last chapter, so it'll be pretty long. :)

*Private's PoV*

I can't sleep. I'm too worried about CC. She's been in a coma for hours and I fear Kowalski can't wake her up.

I climb out of my bunk and see that Skippah's is empty too. I look all over the HQ for him, only to find him on the island up top.

"Skippah?" I call. He turns and sees me.
"Private? What are toi doing out of bed?" he asks, as I sit down suivant to him.
"I was about to ask toi the same thing," I reply.
"I can't sleep."
"Neither can I."

We sit in silince for a moment.
"I'm not sure what I'd do if CC doesn't wake up,"...

Once upon the times, in the sweet sweet country of Madagascar, during the reign of King Julien VI, there lived a sifaka maki, lémurien named Larry. Larry was a very picky kind of guy, MUCH unlike me, the king. He had to have everything his way. This made him not have as many Friends as I have, and made him much less loved than me.

One day, it was raining, and Larry did not like the rain. He wanted it to stop raining. Obviously. So, he was going to MAKE it stop raining. While other lemurs praised the Sky Spirit of Weather for the sweet rain that made the mangue trees grow, Larry decided he would be showing...

Author's note: Don't get your hopes up, people. I hardly ever carry on with my fanfictions, after starting them. I know, I know... it's despicable... Oh well. XD. Also, the l’espace squid dialogue has been translated (roughly) from squidese, ou whatever, to English. Also, this is written from the l’espace squid's point of view. Oh! And it's set quite a few years into the future. Also, it might be a BIT of a spoiler, if toi haven't seen The Trouble with Jiggles, not to mention confusing. Wow... long note. XD

It was a few years back, when I asked my father where the gubes came from. He told me the story......

*Hey guys! This is a 2-way article, so me and cattoy10 are taking turns écriture this! Enjoy...*

Skipper was lying on his back, Rico on his side, Kowalski on his stomach and Private's beak was stuck in the sea-sand. A wave crashed over them, as the wave moved back, all their eyes were open and red. Skipper had seaweed on his head (looks like hair XD). "Ahhh...Where are we?" Skipper asked, getting up. "I Dunno, it looks like some sort of *gasp*" All the penguins beaks fell open, they had landed in an island paradise. It lush, green ... and silent, Skipper immediately recognised the silence. "Where...

"Wait?.. So toi think that the lemurs and the rest of the penguins have been kidnapped?"asked Marlene who was almost completely out of breath. Her and Skipper were racing back to the zoo, they were at a internet Cafe downloading music, but Skipper's gut a dit that they should be elswhere.
"I don't think Marlene. I know."said Skipper who was about 10 metres ahead of her. First they went to the HQ. No sign of Rico, but there were traces that he was there. "Look, my herrings!Im gonna kill that regurgitating gut." a dit Skipper, picking up one half-eaten fish."OK, so toi were right about Rico, mybe...

A mail truck gets parked in front of the Central Park Zoo. The mail person brings an envelope to Alice.
Mailman: Special notice for someone named Kowalski. If toi see him, give the envelope to him.
Alice: Alright, then. (the mailman leaves and Alice goes to the manchot, pingouin habitat. Skipper sees Alice and goes topside)
S: What's going on, Alice?
Alice: Skipper, there was some mail that came for Kowalski. (gives envelope to Skipper) Can toi make sure he gets it?
S: Can do.
In the HQ
S: Kowalski, toi have some mail. (gives Kowalski the envelope)
K: Wierd, I wasn't expecting anything. (opens envelope and sees...

"OMG MARLENE! WHAT WERE toi DOING! toi CAME BACK AT 1:00 AM!" Arlene shouted, shaking her brom towards marlene, she wore a close to clean

"come one mom!" marlene excused tired to her cousin, who now became her mother through a serie of events relly weird, that even made her fall in l’amour with skipper, all for kowalski's new invention: the family-roots-inator!

it all started a jour ago, Saturday, 10:00 am, Skipper pulled marlene and arlene as private ran with mandy towards the base, they needed to try kowalski's new invention the family-bot-sti, no no, the familly- broots-sator, no, no, well, you...

Lexii stepped out of her room. She had gotten a new look just like Dr Blowhole had wanted. She thought she looked OK; she even thought she was pretty. She reached up and ran her paw across her bangs, which covered half her left eye and had a baby blue highlight in the middle. She thought it looked to flashy. She even kind of wanted to go dye it back to just plain white like before. She shook her head. This was part of her mission which she had chosen to except. She walked out of the hall and into the main room.


Dr Blowhole spotted Lexii in the vast room. She hadn't seen him yet. She was beautiful....

It's a beautiful morning in the Central Park Zoo. Lilly and Skipper had just gotten married the night before, and now they were heading off to their Honeymoon in Africa! (They wanted to say hi to some old Friends too.) ;D ! "Skipper! Im SO excited to finally be going away!" Lilly a dit cheerfully as she packed her purple duffle bag. "Skipper? SKIPPER!?" Skipper didn't hear her because he was too busy trying to stuff his suitcase with flamethrowers, pistolets and other weapons of mass destruction.....Typical Skipper! "Im sorry Lilly, I just wanna make sure were sûr, sans danger on our honeymoon." Skipper replied,...

(The penguins chant some Hollywood Undead with a little help this time)

Rico: *turns the volume on the stereo and hits the play button*

*A heavy drum beat starts off followed par repeating guitare frets*

Skipper:

Welcome to a city that will
Bring toi to your knees
It will make toi beg for plus until
You can't even breathe

Rico:

Your blindfold is on tight
But toi like what toi see
So follow me into the night
Cause I got just what toi need

King Julien:

Were all rollin down the boulevard
Full of pimps and sharks
It's a motherfuckin riot we've been dieing to start

Maurice:

You better grap a hold
Cause now you...