Hello!

........ugh....
???:what the.....where am...I-ugh! I must have twisted my leg.
Julien was inside a room, clustered with dusty and dirty chairs, where was he?

Julien:ugh... Where am I?

Julien began to walk around the room looking for clues as to where he was, on the other side of the classroom was Maurice lying on the ground.

Julien:!!!!, Maurice, Maurice answer me!

Julien couldn't reach him because of all the stuff in the way. He decides to leave the room to check to see if Maurice was ok. While leaving the room to check the other side, julien tripped and sprained his ankle even more.

Julien:...

"I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General", ou " The Major-General's Song"was written par the playwrights Gilbert and Sullivan in 1879. The song is famous, and you've probably heard it before.


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Blowhole: I am the very model of an evil dauphin mastermind
I treat my minions fairly and to them, i think I'm very kind
I know those stupid peng-yoo-ins would try to claim the contrary
And then I'd say to Private, "Lunacorns are imaginary".
I'm very well acquainted, too, with evil schemes to rule the world,
I understand the way to win the l’amour of not just any girl
And Skipper's awful cooking can make...

Skipper, julien, Marlene, and Rico were all getting frustrated because they felt like they were going in a complete circle, they have no luck finding either private ou kowalski, skipper was starting to get worried.

Rico: what if they got injured ou worse because if spirits, ou that huge guy who attacked me, I mean hell, I barely got away from that guy!

Skipper: enough! I know there both fine, there both strong, and they know not to give up so easily, now calm down , think positive!

Rico then realized that he was overreacting, he knew that they were both fine.

Marlene: but where could they be? I...

Author’s Note: Sorry for the long wait. School’s been a pain for me as of late since I’m a Senior in high school and I need to do all these Senior things and get ready for the big jour and all. And writers block really didn’t help either. XD But I want to say thank toi to stlouisfan who helped me in the écriture of this chapter. Thanks dude!

Chapter 4: The Final Clue

After a jour and a half of waddling, Private could make out something in the distance along the rocky landscape. It was large and gray, but at this distance he couldn't tell what it was. But as he got closer, he could make...

"There's something else toi should probably see." Celeste sighed. Great, there's more! Just when Private thought it was hard, it had a chance of being worse. Truly, Private didn't want to ask his suivant question. Once again he would have to.
"What is it?" Private asked in a whisper. "Is it about your powers?"
She nodded. "It has something to do with them. In order to montrer toi it, I need to use them." Private buried his face into her feathers, as he fluffed them with his fins gently. "Also, toi need to remember that none of this I'm going to montrer toi is real." She breathed.
"But then how are you-"...

The suivant thing Private knows, he is on the ground; at his mother's feet. Something laid on haut, retour au début of the little penguin. It has to be what had pushed him. It begins to get up.
It is Nigel! He lifts him into his fins.
"Private!" His mother cries, and hugs him tightly.
"There's no time! We need to get out of here!" Nigel says sternly. His voice had no emotion, except urgency. Private had never seen his uncle so serious. He was always so light-hearted and cheery. Goofy uncle Nigel, Private's mother's older brother.
They rush between people and their legs. Most scream, while some men shove through the...

"Help!" Private screamed. Shock supressed his body so much-he could barely stand. The car came to a screeching stop. The headlights flickered off, and the side door began opening. As the manchot, pingouin began getting out, Private began recognizing him plus and more. "Oh my gosh!" Private gasped.
Skipper laid firm. Ramona circled in closer and closer. His eyes followed her to the best of their ablitities. "Sorry, must have dropped my ax. Better get it out." Ramona teased, and grasped the weapon with both flippers. She wedged it in even tighter, inflicting pain, which caused him to wince even more.
Skipper...

Day 7

“Guys, we have a serious problem.” Kowalski reported. He, Eve, and Private were in the hut early the suivant morning.

“What’s that then?” Private asked, a look of concern on his face.

“This guard named Manor is getting suspicious. I think he knows we’re up to something.”

“Well what do toi suggest we do?” Eve asked.

“This needs to go down soon.” Private instructed.

“Well, obviously, do toi have a plan?” Eve asked.

“Not quite. I just need a little plus time. Kowalski, do toi think toi could tap into the prison security?”

“Ha! With my eyes closed and half my brain...

Private dashed into a hiding place, grasping the knife. The rocking chair was perfect! As he sat down, the door opened. Skipper shut it gently behind him. Anxiety portrayed on Skipper's face. Because he got closer, Skipper's footstep's got louder. Each thump made Private quiver.
Although it seemed Skipper was searching for something, his footseps stopped. Private poked his head out. He saw Skipper's back on his own bed. When Skipper reached for his nightstand, Private gasped. Instead of rummaging through the droor for his knife, he took a corded phone that was set on top. Private sighed in...

"According to my calculations, it should be hidden in one of the trees" a dit Kowalski.

"Kowalski?"

"What?"

Skipper slapped Kowalski.

"We are in the forest! Do toi know how much trees are here?" a dit Skipper.

"Ok, I'm thinking... this is probably arbre which differs from the other" a dit Kowalski. They went to other side of forest. There was escarpment and trees. Everywhere were frogs.

"like thi tre?" asked Rico what means: like this tree? when he jumped on the arbre closest to the precipice.

"Yes"

Rico find hollow in the arbre and pulled something, what looked like a mask.

"Good, we have got something round,...

Although Monique and Kowalski were together, she doesn't always see eye to eye with Skipper. Usually it's her way of sneaking around ou her passtimes that tend to bug the leader, but what they always tend to butt heads over is the way that she fights. Skipper and his team fight in a sophisticated and semi organized manner, while she ends up fighting in a rhythmic matter that's partially controlled par anger. Whenever she tries the moves Skipper teaches his team, she always feels like they are just not her.
One day, she felt like she wasn't taking control of what she feels like she should be doing...

The team was invited to participate in a fighting tournament. They will each be going against an enemy that they have some sort of connection to, yet never met before, but, they'd have to fight individually.
"Listen up, team. Today is the big day. We've done extra training for two weeks for this. Just because we'll be divisé, split up for this doesn't mean that we won't be the champs. If we're going to be strong on the outside, we're going to start par being strong on the inside and be confident that we'll take accueil the gold!" Skipper was saying.
The four high fived each other and they were on their ways...

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...

March 20, 2012
0853 hours

    Kowalski walked into the living room with a yawn. “Morning guys.”

    “Well toi look rested.” Skipper a dit sarcastically.

    “Sorry Skipper. I just didn’t sleep very well last night.”

    “Why not then?” Private asked innocently. “I don’t know. I just tossed and turned a lot. I couldn’t stop thinking.”

    “About what?” Skipper asked. Kowalski sort of froze. He didn’t want to tell him what he was really thinking about. “Uh…the invention...

The other penguins were sleeping, but Kowalski couldn't find any slumber. He was too busy swimming in his thoughts.
He was in his lab that night wondering about how the others thought about him for the umphteenth time. Private recently told him that he looks up to him, which gives him a bit of rayon, ray of sunshine in his mind, and Rico just thinks about fish, last time he checked. The teammate he worries about the most, though, is Skipper.
For a long time now, Kowalski felt like he's been watched par Skipper, as if the leader was waiting for the scientist to screw up. He knows he's different from the...

“Ok, nice to meet you, we must came back to zoo, so, bye” a dit Skipper.
“Wait a minute, leader”
“Do toi know who is leader?”
“You can’t go” a dit Prince and laughed.
“Why?”
“Because I have him” a dit Prince and caught Private.
“Help!” screamed Private.
“Hey! Let him go!”
Dark Prince laughed.
“Ok, what are toi want?”
“You must gave me a magical Black Rose” a dit Prince.
“We haven’t got any black roses, Rico?”
Rico checked his stomach.
“Sorry” he said.
“See? Now give us Private”
Prince only laugh and he hurt him par a rose thorn.
“What are toi doing!?”...

Chapter 2: Priva's Dream about Private
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"Wow!That was a nasty surprise."Private exclaimed. "Tell me about it."Priva a dit "Listen,all of you! Do toi think toi could defeat us? Thanks to the Ice King and Queen, we now have lots of powers to freeze toi all."Girlhole said. They laughed evilly and the télévision turned off. When they explained the whole story, Kowalska had a seconde thought. "We have to disguise toi as penguins so Albert won't recognize you. Probably, Rica will make the bunks."Kowalska said. Kowalska got one of her inventions...

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,...