So after some mild searching the penguins were booked. Skipper got a job as fry cook at Mickey D’s, Kowalski was a substitute teacher, Rico was on highway construction, and Private was booked taking the assembly line for packaging strawberries. First we will start with how Skipper is doing as a fry cook at Mickey’s.
Skipper: Flipping burgers. No problem. (flips some patties. Suddenly the grill bursts into flames. Skipper: We got a burning grill! Retreat, retreat! (Dives to the floor)
Manager Maurice comes in and sees patties as hard as rocks. Maurice: Look what you’ve done. te have fifty orders to make in two minuti and te give me rocks.
Skipper: My fault? That demon grill tried to fry me into chicken nuggets.
Maurice: Look at what te heaved on my restaurant.
Skipper: I heaved? You’re the heaver, and this is a tin can, not any restaurant.
Maurice: Get those patties going o you’re fired.
Skipper: Forget it. I quit!
(Two minuti later Skipper is extremely fired. più on that later)
Kowalski: All right, class. We are going to learn about astro physics and basic geometry calculations.
Class stares back blankly.
Kowalski: All right, students. Now first we will go over some basic algebraic equations which are used to calculate constellation patterns and the structures of three-dimensional figures. Now I will pass out these textbooks. (passes out textbooks)
Mort(whiny tone): But this is a college textbook.
Kowalski: oh do buck up. Now listen to this lesson, kids. Um…dudes.
(15 minuti pass)
Kowalski: In conclusion, multiplying two binomials gives te the exact trajectory of the stella, star patterns and te can predict where they will be a mese from now. It gives te the latitude and longitude, and if te divide the variable da the end quotient… (notices that half the class has their heads down on their desk) Kowalski: Pop quiz. What did I just get through telling you?
Mort: Was it about corn?
Kowalski: What? Corn?
Mort(in a whiny tone): This is too hard! I want to take a nap!
Kowalski: But it was just algebraic equations applied to-
Class: WAAAAAH!!!!
Kowalski: Then te all fail. Seriously. te are all SLEEPING for cabbage sake.
Mort: They aren’t sleeping. They are suffering from brain overload.
Kowalski: Mort, to the board. Complete that long division I set up o I will fail you. Don’t make me schiaffo, smack some sense into your furry heads.
Suddenly two cops come in, blocking the doors. They are officers Marlene and Marty.
Marty: Penguin, te are under arrest for assaulting a lemur, sir.
Kowalski: But, but. (bolts and jumps out the window.)
Construction overseer Alex: All right, penguin. Get yourself a drill and get going on getting that parking meter in the ground.
Rico: Buttons.
Alex: Just tell me what drill te want and where te want to be stationed.
Rico: nuh uh.
Alex: I need to know, penguin. Spill your guts out and let me play with the contents.
Rico: Bleh! (coughs up a machine drill)
Alex: Great. I need the information though.
Rico: nuh uh. Buttons.
Alex: Can’t te say anything but buttons?
Rico(more assertively): nuh uh.
Alex: Fill me in on three words o less?
Rico: Grrrr….
Alex: Ok. Give me four but make it quick, penguin.
Rico, infuriated, coughs up that flamethrower again.
(two minuti later. We will catch up on that later, but let’s just say Rico is severly fired.)
Packaging strawberries. Easy, right?
Private: Wow. We will get that new base in no time! (stands in front of the large bin of strawberries and starts packing thirty per container. After awhile the room gets darker and Private can no longer see the strawberries.
Private: What happened to the lights? Can someone turn them back on? (reaches down for another fragola and tries vainly to stick it in the carton, missing and squishing it on the floor. Tries again and they roll off the table, falling only to splat on a hard, unforgiving ground.)
Manager comes in and studies Private’s work with disgust. Manager: What have te done? There are splatted strawberries everywhere! AHHHHH!!!! (looks at the failure pinguino and makes a run for it)
Private: I know the drill. I am fired. I will escort myself to the door. (blindly leaves)
Private: No longer I couldn’t take up that chain rise in Talito.
Skipper: Flipping burgers. No problem. (flips some patties. Suddenly the grill bursts into flames. Skipper: We got a burning grill! Retreat, retreat! (Dives to the floor)
Manager Maurice comes in and sees patties as hard as rocks. Maurice: Look what you’ve done. te have fifty orders to make in two minuti and te give me rocks.
Skipper: My fault? That demon grill tried to fry me into chicken nuggets.
Maurice: Look at what te heaved on my restaurant.
Skipper: I heaved? You’re the heaver, and this is a tin can, not any restaurant.
Maurice: Get those patties going o you’re fired.
Skipper: Forget it. I quit!
(Two minuti later Skipper is extremely fired. più on that later)
Kowalski: All right, class. We are going to learn about astro physics and basic geometry calculations.
Class stares back blankly.
Kowalski: All right, students. Now first we will go over some basic algebraic equations which are used to calculate constellation patterns and the structures of three-dimensional figures. Now I will pass out these textbooks. (passes out textbooks)
Mort(whiny tone): But this is a college textbook.
Kowalski: oh do buck up. Now listen to this lesson, kids. Um…dudes.
(15 minuti pass)
Kowalski: In conclusion, multiplying two binomials gives te the exact trajectory of the stella, star patterns and te can predict where they will be a mese from now. It gives te the latitude and longitude, and if te divide the variable da the end quotient… (notices that half the class has their heads down on their desk) Kowalski: Pop quiz. What did I just get through telling you?
Mort: Was it about corn?
Kowalski: What? Corn?
Mort(in a whiny tone): This is too hard! I want to take a nap!
Kowalski: But it was just algebraic equations applied to-
Class: WAAAAAH!!!!
Kowalski: Then te all fail. Seriously. te are all SLEEPING for cabbage sake.
Mort: They aren’t sleeping. They are suffering from brain overload.
Kowalski: Mort, to the board. Complete that long division I set up o I will fail you. Don’t make me schiaffo, smack some sense into your furry heads.
Suddenly two cops come in, blocking the doors. They are officers Marlene and Marty.
Marty: Penguin, te are under arrest for assaulting a lemur, sir.
Kowalski: But, but. (bolts and jumps out the window.)
Construction overseer Alex: All right, penguin. Get yourself a drill and get going on getting that parking meter in the ground.
Rico: Buttons.
Alex: Just tell me what drill te want and where te want to be stationed.
Rico: nuh uh.
Alex: I need to know, penguin. Spill your guts out and let me play with the contents.
Rico: Bleh! (coughs up a machine drill)
Alex: Great. I need the information though.
Rico: nuh uh. Buttons.
Alex: Can’t te say anything but buttons?
Rico(more assertively): nuh uh.
Alex: Fill me in on three words o less?
Rico: Grrrr….
Alex: Ok. Give me four but make it quick, penguin.
Rico, infuriated, coughs up that flamethrower again.
(two minuti later. We will catch up on that later, but let’s just say Rico is severly fired.)
Packaging strawberries. Easy, right?
Private: Wow. We will get that new base in no time! (stands in front of the large bin of strawberries and starts packing thirty per container. After awhile the room gets darker and Private can no longer see the strawberries.
Private: What happened to the lights? Can someone turn them back on? (reaches down for another fragola and tries vainly to stick it in the carton, missing and squishing it on the floor. Tries again and they roll off the table, falling only to splat on a hard, unforgiving ground.)
Manager comes in and studies Private’s work with disgust. Manager: What have te done? There are splatted strawberries everywhere! AHHHHH!!!! (looks at the failure pinguino and makes a run for it)
Private: I know the drill. I am fired. I will escort myself to the door. (blindly leaves)
Private: No longer I couldn’t take up that chain rise in Talito.
kowalski: nothing much te have any nines
rico: nuh go pesce (eats fish)
skipper: private we got a letter in the mail for te
private: really skippah (grabs letter)
dear private
i am coming for a visit today te may not remember me cause te were just a baby boy bu be on your best behavior before i get there
Amore melody (mom)
private: my mothers coming for ah visit todah
(ding)
private: mom (hugs mom)
melody: private my sweet little boy look how big you've grown (looks at shocked penguins in the back)
skipper: what the heck is going on here
to be continued