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Lester yawned loudly and began to tinker with Dexter's sunglasses, knowing that it annoyed him. Suddenly, Hexter burst into his room. "Lester, bro, can I borrow those?" He asked and motioned to the sunglasses in Lester's flipper. Lester looked up sleepily. "Sure, I but they're not mine, they're Dexter's," Lester handed Hexter the glasses. Hexter grinned evilly, "I know that," He laughed wickedly. "I know that," He repeated and left.

Lester knew that Hexter was up to something, perhaps another prank. He hoped it wasn't going to be on their father, Blowhole, because last time, he got overly angry at Hexter. Lester was about to get up and demand what Hexter was up to, but he decided that was too nosy, so he sat back down and was bored, once again.

Hexter took off his hat and slipped on Dexter's sunglasses. Having an identical twin was useful for pranks. He had been practicing copying Dexter's voice, and had perfected it. He turned down another corner of the lair and soon came across his father. Hexter smiled to himself and drove in his father's 'office'.

"Hello, father," Hexter began, using his best Dexter voice. Blowhole turned around. "Yes, what is it, Dexter?" He demanded, sounding annoyed. "Well, te see, I am- Cioccolato MOUSE!" Hexter shouted. Blowhole looked confused. "Dexter? What's gotten-" "EAT A MOUNTAIN OF PEANUTS!" Hexter cut his father off, still pretending to be Dexter. Blowhole recoiled a little. "You need to see the doctor, Dexter, this isn't like you..."
Hexter almost burst out laughing. "BOBBY IS A ROCK. EAT A CHOCOLATE!" He yelled as he left the room.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Hexter laughed like a villain. He knew Dexter hated the doctor and was a little afraid of the doctor, too" Hexter took off Dexter's sunglasses and put his hat back on. Hexter raced to Lester's room and threw the sunglasses into it. "Thanks, bro!" He called as he zoomed past. He hears a "Um, thanks..Hexter...." Lester called back uncertainly.

Dexter made his way to Lester's room. "Can I have them back now?" Lester looked up. "Sure," Lester tossed them to Dexter, much to Dexter's annoyance. "Careful!You could break them!" He snapped. Lester held up a flipper. "Who's the leader? Me." Lester responded in his usual mellow tone. Dexter shot his older brother a look of annoyance. Why was he leader? Why not me? Dexter thought angrily as he left.

"Dexter?" Came Nori's voice. Dexter sighed and went toward his mother. "What?" He snapped. Most teens were snappy. Nori narrowed her eyes and they, briefly, turned red. "Dexter, we're taking te to the doctor," She told him. Dexter's jaw dropped open. "What?! Why?" He gasped. "Your father detto te acted a little....wired," Nori relied simply. Dexter grinded his teeth together. Hexter, once again, played a prank on him, and this time, he had gone. Way. Too. Far.

Hexter laughed when Dexter came home from the doctor. The doctor always put the shot on the snout.There was a rosa little band-aid on Dexter's snout. When Blowhole and Nori were out of sight, Dexter rolled up calmly up to Hexter on his transporter. "Hey, Hexter, do te want to race?" He drawled, innocent enough. Hexter perked up to the word race. "Sure!"


"On my mark, get set, GO!" Dexter called out to his twin. Hexter and Dexter zapped full speed across the ocean. Dexter knew that Hexter was too focused on racing to notice the nets. Just like planned, Hexter got caught into the fishing nets. "AHHH! Dexter, help!" Hexter called out desperately. Dexter keep on racing, pretending not to hear, and Hexter was running out of oxygen.
OK, so since I'm be inspired to continue da Sylvia & Peacebaby. Enjoy! :D
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Location: Forest
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I walked on and on in this pain-stinking woods. No Cibo o water to support my needs. Just....bugs, but I rather keep my dignity. I tripped over a pebble and was knocked onto the cold feet of the Mother Nature.

It was then when I heard a strange noise of those two-legged things called, "humans."

"Hey, Dex, this one looks like its been dragged across four countries."

"Shut up te loon! That deer could hear yo-! ciao Larry, I found something, it...
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They walked up to the house. The old grey porch creaked. They opened the door. A faint light cast shadows on the stone walls. It smelled of dirt and mothballs. o maybe dirty mothballs.
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." detto Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or email him."
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Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." detto Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," detto Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" detto Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD
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"OK lets slit up! Kowalski te go look in the lemurs habitat, Rico go check on Marlene, Private, the chimps, and I will go look in the petting zoo." Skipper detto and realized they still had the axo...axol..whatever with them. "Actually, on secondo thought, Kowalski stay here with your, "baby"."

Kowalski frowned and sighed. He sat successivo to the creature and gave a slight smile. "Aye, Skipper."
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Marlene's Habitat

"Mar ene?" Rico called out. No answer. He tried again and again,...
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“Good Game”
July 30, 2014


    “I believe that’s checkmate, Marlene,” Skipper announced, moving his piece to trap her king.

    Marlene pursed her lips and threw a bishop at him. “Come on, that was the third time in a row,” she protested.

    Skipper laughed. “Hey, don’t hate the player, here!”

    Marlene laughed and threw a knight at him. “I don’t hate you, it just makes me feel better,” she corrected.

    “Well,” Skipper replied with a smile, “two can play at that...
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No Time 07.14.16

“Maurice!” Julien cried from his throne.

Maurice trudged up to him, not even trying to hide his contempt. “Yes, your majesty?”

“I need another smoothie,” Julien said, propping his head up with one paw while rubbing his chest with the other. He coughed and wheezed. “I can feel my time approaching . . . so make it with extra mango for the extra sweet-y-ness-ness . . .”

Maurice rolled his eyes. “You detto your time was approaching two days ago,” he said.

“Well, how should I know, Maurice? I am not Clair’s Voyage!” Julien detto before coughing again.

“It’s...
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posted by Cowtails
"I'm back aren't te all so happy!" Cowtails detto happily.

Skipper stared at her, "Uhhh...Sure..."

Cowtails scowled, "Geez if you're all gonna be jerks I'll just let Sweet Pripper deal with you!"

Kowalski's eyes widened. "Oh please no...I missed you" He detto quickly.

Rico nodded, "uhuh uhuh uhuh"

Private laughed nervously, "Me too!"

"So only Skipper needs punishment...what shall I do?" Cowtails detto deep in thought.

"ANYTHING BUT THE CAT!" Skipper screamed.

Sweet Pripper's POV

"Or needle cat." I said.

"Needle cat...I like that idea." My friend detto with a smile.

"AAAAAHHHHHH! HELP! NEEDLE WEILDING...
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posted by Sylvia_Puffin
1. It's funny!
2. The characters have been worked on. I like stuff where the characters all have their own personality.
3. I would never have found fanpop if not for PoM!
4. Mort is adorable!
5. So is Private!
6. The animazione is awesome. I suck at animation. The best I can do is some weird blue monkey head with pelliccia sticking out of its eyeballs.
7. None of the characters are annoying!
8. It's different. Most shows aren't like it.
9. If you're sad, o worried, te can just watch PoM and you'll feel better. It works every time.
10. It's even fun to watch with the sound turned down! (You should try it--it's...
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I'm bad at Leggere stories so please orso with me people. And please commento and tell me if I should continue, Warriors of Night & Caught.
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Location: pinguino HQ
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Kowalski looked up from his newspaper. His face held a puzzled look. "Erm..is there something I need to know, Skipper?"

Skipper hung his head and looked up. His eyes were soft and delicate. "Not really, only the thing is Sophia is my sister," he muttered. "The troublemaker in my family."

"So your last name is, Lewis?" Private asked with his strong...
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Chapter 8

Skipper made his way into the Clock Tower, and just like the last time he was there in the normal castle, a quick flash of light came and went and the fingers on the clock both started to move. They both landed on the six, which was on the superiore, in alto instead of the bottom due to everything in the castello being in reverse. And just like the last time, it rang thirteen times. Dong…dong…dong…dong…dong…dong…dong…dong…dong…dong… dong…dong…dong. The floor opened and Skipper made his way up. When he arrived he found an elevator just like the last time, but instead of going...
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The car stopped right outside of a forest. “Um, Skipper? Are te sure this is the right place?” asked Private, staring at the vast unknown.
“Don’t worry,” detto Skipper. “They’ll be here.”
As if on cue, two turkeys came out of the jungle. “Skipper! Me amigo!” detto the taller turkey.
“Hello, Turk,” replied Skipper evenly.
Turk ushered the smaller turkey forward. “This is me son, Gobber.”
Gobber raised a hand. “Hello.”
Turk laughed. “Gobber here is about the same as that young ‘un back there.”
“Me?” asked Private, pointing to himself.
“Oui, nice accent,”...
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posted by midnightangel88
private: oh ya skippah this is my mom
melody: hello my names melody nice to meet te skippah
skippah: nice to meet te too
melody: ciao private wanna go get something special te deserve it come
private: okay mom
skipper: kowalski analysis
kowalski: i have no idea
private: mom can i have 2 boxes of arachide, arachidi burro winkies please
melody: sure here
both: (eats arachide, arachidi burro winkies)
private: ohlookoverthereiseeabirdheheheyay
melody: private high on sugar rush
private: okwaitheymomdidn'tseeyoutherehuhyoudidn'teitherhuh
later
private: (wakes up) mom what happened
melody: sugar rush private
to be continued
Foreign 02.24.16

“Morning, Nari!” Marlene detto one morning, excitedly nudging her habitat-mate and adoptive sister. “Come on, wake up!” she urged, eager to get out in the Monterey sun.

Nari stretched her arms and legs with a yawn as she sat up. “Marlene, the morning will still be there in ten minutes,” she complained with a smile.

Marlene laughed and pulled her arm. “Don’t be a wimp! Come on! Let’s go for a swim!”

The two went outside their cave-like room out into the California spring morning, Marlene at the lead while Nari lagged behind. Marlene colomba into their pond while...
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Enjoy Chapter 4!
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Location: Penguin's Island
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I awoke in a large gabbia, cassa with dim lighting through a little hole for air. I was to tired to get back on my webbed feet and knock open this door myself.

Finally I stood up in my gabbia, cassa and looked through the small hole. I gasp. Their was another eye!

"Hello?" I heard someone say. "Is anyone in there?"

I almost leaped out of my feathers. Wow did the cops find me that easily?, I thought. Things were going through my brain like going fishing with pesce streaming
through a river.

"Hello?" I asked. "Can...
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posted by Skiparah
Apparently I was wrong when I thought I'd seen the last of Hans that night. I couldn't have been più wrong. The successivo giorno he was back and glowing. "Hello chummy fun-pal!" he greeted, a derpy expression on his face. Back then I wasn't as paranoid as I am now, and I didn't smell foul play when it was in the air. I was just glad I had someone to talk to. We spent the giorno fooling around 'just like old times' as Hans said. It wasn't the same for me though. Too much had changed during that time. I'd fell for love. I'd Lost love. I'd dato up on life. I'd been rescued from death. That was alot to...
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posted by peacebaby7
Alex & Maurice...

Alex & Maurice had been walking for about an ora now. So far there was no trace of Mort. They called his name several times without an answer. "Oh man. Where is he? This is bad....he's probably out there all alone. Cold. Scared. This is all my fault..." Maurice detto worriedly. Alex put his paw on his shoulder & turned him around to face him. "Look Maurice. I'm sure Mort's fine. And it's not your fault. te couldn't of known." Maurice considered for a moment. "I suppose you're right..." Alex put on a sad smile. "Yeah. C'mon. He's gotta be around here somewhere."...
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posted by Skiparah
The war called me to fight not long after I married Hanna. My one focus was on the war, and the war alone. I promised Hanna before my departure that I would write her every day. I did. For a while..
Then I started Scrivere a letter a week..
..a letter every few weeks..
..then I forgot almost entirely about her..
The war got feircer and the battles got rougher. I'd Lost track of Hans in my whirl-pool of life. As far as I was concerned he was a thing of the past. I was above my past for all I knew, and I wasn't looking back. Then one giorno I recieved a letter from Hanna stating that she was carrying...
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added by TheRatKing1
Kick in the Head 03.03.16

Note: This installment is humanized. It’s a silly improv idea I thought of and I randomly decided to turn it into a little ficlet.

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Marlene sat at one of the chairs at a beauty shop, waiting for her stylist to come. She looked through a magazine that showed a bunch of women with various styles of hair, occasionally looking into the mirror and imagining her with a particular one.

“Ooh, girl! Look — at — you!” a woman detto as she came to her side, fluffing her hair a bit. Her nametag read Tange and she had a thick, nasally Brooklyn accent. She had to...
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