Skipper`s pregnant! 8D

( Author's note: I realize there are minor punctuation and capitalization errors. ignore those, and please concentrate on the story.)

“Curse te Parker the Platypus!” – A P.o.M fan fiction.
August 20th, 2011. Seaville Aqua Fun Park. Staten Island, New York.
Parker the platypus sighed in frustration and utter boredom as he rested his elbows on the stone ledge surrounding his habitat- if te could even call it /that/. Did these bozos /actually/ expect him to perform?
“Seaville Aqua Fun Park’s Trained Platypus : Percy!”, the sign above his habitat read. How this place stayed open after...

    I scanned Marlene from head to toe. Her once beautiful eyes were still blank, yet her expression was warped with anger. Her paws were in fists, balled to her sides and she was poised for combat. I’ll admit, Marlene’s extremely attractive when she’s angry—hey, don’t judge me, I’m entitled to an opinion!—but the way she was looking at me at that moment, like she wanted to decorate the room with my insides, never have I longed to see her smile più in my life.

    Blowhole must’ve sensed my shock, because his laughter once again pulled...

     Fallout Chapter 2: Following in his Footsteps

Private stepped outside and was greeted da the bright sun. He’s never seen a light so bright before due to the fact he’s lived inside an underground volta, vault all his life. His eyes were able to adjust to the bright sunlight, and as soon as he did he saw the outside world. Wasteland, everything around him was destroyed. Roads, nearby houses, the landscape, everything. Private followed the road, thinking it would lead him to where his father is. As he’s waddling, he can’t help but to look at all the destruction around...

I know what you're probably thinking. Why haven't I told her yet? Why haven't I detto anything to anybody about it? Well, that comes later. Anyway, most of the afternoon isn't that important. It was what happened later on that night that really worried me.

My team and I were away in our bunks, sleeping soundly. Well, at least my team was. Every time I came close to finally drifting into a slumber, I could see Dr. Deranged coming at me with one of those needles and injecting me with some kind of poison. Eventually, I ended up lying on my back staring at the ceiling. I know it's crazy—what reason...

(my first in a series of episode style fan fictions. and da that, i mean, the sort of stuff you'd see in an episode)


April 1st, 2013.

The Penguins woke up early that morning. Skipper watched the rest of his team tiredly crawl out of bed. Kowalski was first, followed da Private, and Rico....well, he just sort of rolled out of letto and hit the floor. He was still asleep.

Several attempts to wake him up were made until Private had the bright idea of placing a pesce near Rico's head, intending for him to eat it when the crazed bird woke up, but just before he could place it on the stone floor, Rico's...

Dr Blowhole gazed calmly at the moniters. There was nothing, absolutly NOTHING, going on anywhere. He was starting to get bored. He hadn't schemed against the penguins in a while.
He growled and spun towards the lobsters. There was no plan.

Unless...

Yes. He felt it. It stared at the very corner of his mind and crept slowly along until he was consumed da it. A new plan!
"Lobsters!!" He yelled, smiling slyly.




Dr Blowhole: *singing while slowly driving around the crowd of his lobsters*
I know that your levels of thinking,
are as low as the weakest of tides.
But dull as te are, pay attention!...

He was just a pinguino with a growing depression. Not a word in the world could take the weight of the infliction off his shoulders. He was a pinguino who just needed to run away and have a good cry. But he wouldn't let that happen. He knew he couldn't. I'm a man.I'm a man. He told himself that so many times. Now he walked, head hanging, shoulders drooped. Here could be found no glory, no spirit of freedom, no lack of affliction. Only the mark of an outcast, the weight of regection and hate were seen. Rain clouds were drawn to him overhead. Slowly raindrops began to fall. Not after long rain...

Snackatarium: Take 1

X: This hiding spazio is not so sweet! >:) *moves salty sweet snacks out of the way to reveal Marlene*

Marlene: Sweet? Really? That's the joke you-I mean, AAAHHH! *jumps away from X's grab*

X: *finds Marlene behind sodas* This spot is fizzed out! >:)

Marlene: Better, but-AAAHHH! *jumps away from X*

X: *kicks over trash can* And that one was-Where is she?

Marlene: I'm not getting in that filthy trash can! >:/

Director: *sigh* I told te before, it's just props. It's not real garbage!

Marlene: ...Fine...

Snackatarium: Take 2

X: *finds Marlene behind sodas* This spot is fizzed...