This is based off the continuity errors from the forum post "PoM Fails" (it's on there somewhere. i found it about 3 months fa and updated it.) Maybe this will help bring that forum post in use again. Thanks for all who postato for giving me ideas!
"Leaves"
It was a warm summer giorno in Central Park. Kids were playing in the park, eating snow cones, flying kites, eating snow cones while flying kites, and flying kites while eating snow cones.
The penguins were in a nearby tree, hidden amongst the foliage, spying on the mais dog vendors that were slowly encroaching on the territory of the snow cone vendors.
"Skipper," asked Private, " Why are we spying on the mais dog vendors again?"
On the branch successivo to him, Skipper replied, turning to look at him and lowering his binoculars, "Because, young Private, they're slowly replacing the snow cones with mais dogs! And they won't stop there! Soon, they'll replace /our/ food, and then they'll replace us! It's a conspiracy! It /HAS/ to be!" he declared.
Private gulped nervously, and let out a shaky "Ok.", but continued, staring at the nearest albero branch , " Um...Skipper?"
"What is it, Private?", Skipper sighed impatiently.
"Have te ever noticed that the leaves are colored like they are in fall? Every time we're in the park, I notice the leaves are like that no matter what season it is, except in Winter."
Turning to his head strategist, Skipper said, "Kowalski, analysis!" , annoyed that he was missing out on seeing what horrors the mais dog vendors were up to.
Kowalski simply shrugged and said, "It's a conspiracy, sir."
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"Red"
"Kowalski?", asked Private, waddling up behind the scientist, startling him so that he nearly dropped his latest invention that he was fixing....again.
"What is it, Private? I'm rather busy at the moment. I've just started working on the repairs for my newest invention."
"Oh. Why are Blowhole's lobsters red?"
"I beg your pardon? What are te trying to ask?"
"Lobsters are only red when they're boiled. I've seen rosa ones and even blue ones. but only red ones when they're boiled"
"Hmmm.... i've never dato the matter much thought, but you're right."
"So why?"
Kowalski continued to explain while his new invention let out a doccia of loud fizzing sparks that drowned out the sound of his voice. Private could hear every word he was saying, though.
"- and that's why the lobsters are red."
"That makes perfect sense! Thanks Kowalski!"
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"Feral"
Private waddled over to Marlene's habitat.
He had a domanda for her, which he asked immediately after they detto hello.
"You know how te went feral when te stepped outside the zoo?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Well when we went to ship Rhonda back, te didn't go feral. o when the ratto King kidnapped you, o when we hung out with Becky and Stacy when we met them."
"You're right..... hm.... well, I can't think of an answer Private."
He cast his head down, disappointed.
She wasn't done. "But to quote Kowalski," and in her best Kowalski impression, she said, "'There's a scientific term for that....'weird'.'"
"Leaves"
It was a warm summer giorno in Central Park. Kids were playing in the park, eating snow cones, flying kites, eating snow cones while flying kites, and flying kites while eating snow cones.
The penguins were in a nearby tree, hidden amongst the foliage, spying on the mais dog vendors that were slowly encroaching on the territory of the snow cone vendors.
"Skipper," asked Private, " Why are we spying on the mais dog vendors again?"
On the branch successivo to him, Skipper replied, turning to look at him and lowering his binoculars, "Because, young Private, they're slowly replacing the snow cones with mais dogs! And they won't stop there! Soon, they'll replace /our/ food, and then they'll replace us! It's a conspiracy! It /HAS/ to be!" he declared.
Private gulped nervously, and let out a shaky "Ok.", but continued, staring at the nearest albero branch , " Um...Skipper?"
"What is it, Private?", Skipper sighed impatiently.
"Have te ever noticed that the leaves are colored like they are in fall? Every time we're in the park, I notice the leaves are like that no matter what season it is, except in Winter."
Turning to his head strategist, Skipper said, "Kowalski, analysis!" , annoyed that he was missing out on seeing what horrors the mais dog vendors were up to.
Kowalski simply shrugged and said, "It's a conspiracy, sir."
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"Red"
"Kowalski?", asked Private, waddling up behind the scientist, startling him so that he nearly dropped his latest invention that he was fixing....again.
"What is it, Private? I'm rather busy at the moment. I've just started working on the repairs for my newest invention."
"Oh. Why are Blowhole's lobsters red?"
"I beg your pardon? What are te trying to ask?"
"Lobsters are only red when they're boiled. I've seen rosa ones and even blue ones. but only red ones when they're boiled"
"Hmmm.... i've never dato the matter much thought, but you're right."
"So why?"
Kowalski continued to explain while his new invention let out a doccia of loud fizzing sparks that drowned out the sound of his voice. Private could hear every word he was saying, though.
"- and that's why the lobsters are red."
"That makes perfect sense! Thanks Kowalski!"
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"Feral"
Private waddled over to Marlene's habitat.
He had a domanda for her, which he asked immediately after they detto hello.
"You know how te went feral when te stepped outside the zoo?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Well when we went to ship Rhonda back, te didn't go feral. o when the ratto King kidnapped you, o when we hung out with Becky and Stacy when we met them."
"You're right..... hm.... well, I can't think of an answer Private."
He cast his head down, disappointed.
She wasn't done. "But to quote Kowalski," and in her best Kowalski impression, she said, "'There's a scientific term for that....'weird'.'"
