Napping on the job Marlene?

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So, what would it be like for the actual Penguins of Madagascar characters to rejoindre fanpop? LOL, this is gonna be interesting. I tried to get it as close as I could to the format of an actual profil page. Please commentaire and give feedback! I promise future ones will be funnier. I'm just giving basic profiles for now, later ones will involve plus mur posts and such. :D

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Author's Note: So, have NOT done a blooper in forever! I hope toi enjoy it! :D

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Waiting: Take 1

Kowalski: “So, twenty questions?”

Skipper: “Shoot.”

Kowalski: “Is it a person, place, ou thing?”

Skipper: “Thing.”

Kowalski: “Is it bigger than a pain box?”

Skipper: “Yes. And no!” >:)

Kowalski: :/

[scene shifts to RICO and BROACHES]

Broach 1: “Deal ‘em, Bromeo.”

Rico: :D *hacks up roach* O_O “That’s not right...”

Everyone: O_o

Broach 1: “Hey, that’s my brother, Steve.”

Steve: *horrified* “The things I have seen...”

Waiting: Take 2

[scene shifts to RICO and...

I tried to scream her name, but all that escaped my throat was a croaking sound due to my cœur, coeur clogging my airways. It was as if I’d found Marlene and then Lost her all over again. When I turned to go to her, I found a group of lobsters blocking my path.

“Oops,” one of the five a dit to me, though he obviously couldn’t care less. Rage churned in my stomach and simmered into my cheeks and I started forward.

“You son of a—!”

Let’s just say that the last part of that sentence was censored when all he was able to hear was the sound of my fist making Friends with his jaw. I don’t...