OK. So here are the ages:
Kowalski: 23
Rico: 22
Skipper: 21
Private: 20

After Private says "Don't blame it on the.." then the other penguins say "boogie/sunshine/moonlight" at the same time.
Also, after Private says a line, and then - appears, they say "sunshine/moonlight/goodtimes/boogie" also.

Private:
My baby's always dancin'
And it wouldn't be a bad thing
But I don't get no loving
And that's no lie

We spent the night in Frisco
At every kind of disco
From that night I kissed
Our Amore goodbye

CHORUS:
Don't blame it on sunshine
Don't blame it on moonlight
Don't blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie

Don't...

Forgive me if this is a bad story...I have read, watched and reacted the amazing tale of Romeo and Juliet many times, but mostly da mysef though. This will be a spin-off version of Romeo and Juliet using some of my many friends. :)

Here we go.....

Kowalski, Rico and myslef were sleeping uptop tonight. I guess gosip got around that someone was fighting with someone and the fight was happening as I speak inside the Hq. I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I tryed my best, but just laid there confused. About 2 hours passed and I couldn't stand just laying there antmore so...Bravely I walk inside....

Skipper: Now team, first we must find protection, a place where no carnivores can get us. And the best place is cave, so keep your eyes peeled for one. Got that?
Everyone else: Yes sir.
Skipper: Good, now let's finish lunch, I'm starving.

Gallis: I'm a bit hungrier now, so add 3 Tunas to my order.
Rico then chopped everyone’s pesce and they enjoy it nicely.

Skipper: Okay, pack your rugsack with necessary items, because we'll be gone for a while.
They started packing their rugsacks with Cibo and other items.
Gallis: Thanks for building this know the dino machine for me, Kowalski.
Kowalski:Your welcome,...

As if flying in a crappliy make, makeshift airplane wasn't nerve wracking enough, try flying in a crappliy made, makeshift airplane with the Penguins, Monique, Lexii, Kristen, CC, PB (peacebaby7), Temperance Brennan, Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles and Patrick Jane on a mission to save the world from Dr. Blowhole.. again.

"it's a shame this didn't happen on Sunday. it would be the 1 anno anniversary of when Blowhole tried to us musical mind control." detto Kowalski, just as the plane hit some turbulence somewhere over England.

"Kowalski, did te make sure to check if we had enough fuel?" asked Private...

"You have not seen zhe last of Hans zhe Puffin!" the young Hans called out to Captain Blowhole, who just shrugged him off.

"No?<" called Skipper's voice" But then, how are we gonna do this, then?" and he appeared with a mackarel.
" there's only a short ammount of time left before the guards find out i escaped!"
"Let us dance, my frienemy, let us dance..." detto Hans, and the fishfight began

We watched in scilence from the superiore, in alto of a building as they went at each other. Right, left right left right left up down swish slap! it was almost scary! Those two were the best of Friends not twenty minutes...

Okay so this chapter's kinda short.. But I hope te enjoy! Please comment!! :D

   As soon as the smoke cleared, Lexii and Julien saw Rico standing in the doorway with a stick of dynamite in his flippers. The two lemurs coughed and sat up. 
    Rico up chucked two blankets and Skipper caught them as he ran into the freezer. He wrapped Lexii in a blanket first then did the same with Julien. 
   "Are te two okay?" Skipper asked  as he quickly led them out of the freezer.  
     "Yeah, we're fine. J-just really cold." Lexii replied, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. She...

          ~ 10am: pinguino HQ~

 Skipper set down his mug of pesce coffee on the concrete tavolo and smoothed down his feathers. He turned to Kowalski and sighed happily. "Ahhhhh... Friday morning. Zoo's closed for three days and we can finally just RELAX for once!" he detto as he sat down, leaning against the bacheca with his  flippers behind his head. 
   Skipper had just closed his eyes when Marlene, Maurice, and Mort all burst into the HQ yelling about who knows what. Skipper immediately jumped to his feet and tried to calm everyone down. 
  "Woah, Woah. Slow down. One at a time. Marlene?"...

  "So let me get this straight. te both got turned into LEMURS from a MOUSE-ray-thing?" Kowalski asked Dr Horrible as he cleaned out his test tubes. 
  Dr Horrible nodded. "I need a quadrupal-D battery, a spring-loaded finger nail file, and 3 ounces of high-acidic mustard to fix the Mouserizer. That is the only way i can turn us human again. Do te think te might have any of that?" 
   Kowalski dug through his cabinets for a few minuti then shook his head. "Fresh out of.. everything te just said..." he detto he observed Captain Hamner looking at his tail like he had just noticed it...

It was a dark and stormy afternoon and it was a rough flight for Sindaj who was leaving the Shanghai docks with a shipment of assorted fish. The lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled and the rain pounded Sindaj's hull. Strong, gale force winds were building and rocking her jet. "Skipper there is a storm brewing. My sensors identify it as a typhoon... I actually feel nervous" she detto over her radio. Meanwhile back at the lair, the other penguins were tracking her flight. "it doesnt look good, Skipper. Intel has just issued a hurricane warning. That typhoon just upgraded to a hurricane....

Skipper: relax Rico is around here somewhere

Kowalski: found him!

Skipper: where?

Kowalski: over there on that block of ice

Private: hes sleeping

Kowalski: più like knocked out

Skipper: lets go check it out

(the guys swim to the ice block)

Skipper: ok but what about Rico?

Kowalski: he'll be fine (checking rico out for injurys)

Private: we're lost!

Skipper: Kowalski try find the map in Rico's belly

Kowalski: what!? I'm not putting my flipper in his belly!

Skipper: fine I'll do it *pushes on Rico's belly*

Rico: *spits out a map*

Skipper: that was easy as cutting pie

Private: where are we then?

Kowalski:...

"Just another round, once things get calmer, I can pull over, I don't see any other civilization outside this asshat's territory," detto Kat, driving further out and seeing her gas meter Arrow drop lower and lower. "Gotta find a damn gas station, o kegs of gas at least. So long as I have at least 17 gallons o so," detto Kat, slowing her Aston Martin slightly. She looked around, not a single gas station in view at all, until she saw a small patch of pavement, and to her eyes, a single gas pump, rising out of the pavement, and seven gas cans laying on their sides, fully closed. "This seems promising,"...

Johnston paced around, watching all the machines add the mechanical parts to Dr. Damion. After about ten minutes, he stopped, Damion was ready to be revitalized. He then added the "skin" which was really just latex, which he put over all the mechanical parts of Dr. Damion, then added the texturing to make it più like skin. He then stood back and looked at his work. "Marvelous, it appears as if he fell asleep and he's going to wake up later on, rather than deceased," detto Johnston, marveling at his job. He then attached several wires to Dr. Damion, one at his head, two on each flipper, and...

"Yet another murder from the Crescent Killer, can te believe how they got my insignia wrong?" the Kid laughed.

"Mhmm~" Red purred softly, nuzzling her head under the Kid's chin.

"Are ya even listening to me baby, o just having a moment?" the Kid smirked.

"I'm listening..." Red buried her face into his chest.

"You're lusting over me~" the Kid rolled on his back and popped a peck on her cheek.

"Wanna do dat anal?" Red asked with an air of flamboyant swagger.

"Well...."

"Well~?"

"I hope te realize that..."

"Ye?"

"I'm tired of sex, let's just go kill someone~"

"Come on hooooon~ Why noooot?"

The...

"I would like to have a word with his excellency, Emperor Richard Walter!" Hannah shouted to the gatehouse.

No response, nor sign of life answered her request. 

Hannah got an idea. 

"I'm carrying twenty boxes of cheese pizza!"

Not two minuti afterwards, the wood and steel gate cracked open, the hinges creaking loudly with age and continuous use. A small female pinguino wobbled into the scene. She wagged her tail feathers happily and smiled. 

"Hai Han-nah!" she shouted joyfully. 

Hannah gave her a quick glance. 

"Kitten?" Hannah asked, returning a welcoming smile. 

"Uh huh, poppa let me for pizza!"...

The masked medics onsite began to unwrap the bandages on the female pinguino Hannah found earlier, and layered them with cleaner ones. 

"She'll be fine, just give us a few weeks to let the stitches foca, guarnizione up, alright?" asked one of the anonymous doctors. 

"Alright," Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. 

"They're- Done?" the patient asked. 

"Yes Vic, and thank god, te Lost so much blo-" Hannah was cut off da a scream from Vic. 

"DON'T SAY WHAT I LOST~! It-It'll only call him back...!!" Vic whimpered, squeezing Hannah's flipper. 

"Shhh... There there, the pain is gone, and he can't touch te now,...

Hannah swiftly followed the path Kowalski took, recognizing every building, scanning over each strada, via sign and number, still in the correct direction. She stopped short of a crosswalk, catching her breath and wiping her forehead. 

"Good god, if I can't get to Private, oh my god... I can't orso seeing him in.. So much pain.." Hannah's maternal instinct spiked within her heart, as it blasted to the speed of sound, giving her a renewed strength. 

Hannah raced past bystanders, not giving a care in the world about how rude it was, since her superiore, in alto priority at the moment is finding her de-facto son...

One switch, a loud clack of doors closing tightly. Lockdown. Amongst the screams of psychopaths, hoots of rapists and soft weeping of thieves and other criminals, Damion had smiled again, Charlie was finally transferred to another cell. He hoped he would, knowing that if Charlie ratted him out for breaking his term restrictions, he'd find a way to kill him without hesitation. With a cell to himself once more, Damion was at peace within. One thing remained however. 

"Hannah, if te fight him alone, you'll get killed... I can't sit in this GOD DAMN JAIL, and let him make te his.. You're mine...

A calm breeze erupted from a single air vent in the room, bringing a cool flow of air in a relatively hot giorno in Fort Grumley, aside from the occasional tick of a perpetually Frozen clock, the only sounds made were the light discussions of Hannah, as she began to tend to a distressed Kowalski about his experience.  

"I see he tortured you, but te detto on the last day, he was "nice" to you?" asked Hannah, dabbing disinfectant wipes on Kowalski's scrapes and cuts. 

"As in, he really had no intention of hurting me, if anything, he seemed pretty lonely the whole time. I assume from how he behaves...

Voltaire draws chainsaw even closer to Steve
Voltaire: This is too easy! No one can stop me now!
Cat's voice: Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrr....!!!!
Sherlock: What the heck was that?
Cat continues while running on stage furiously
Steve: Cat?
Cat continues and breaks through cage
Voltaire: What the?
Cat: ...aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgh!!! (Tackles and hits Voltaire while riding on him)
Voltaire: Ow! (Drops chainsaw. Chainsaw turns off) Ouch! Ouch! ciao get off me!
Cat: Don't touch my boyfriend! (Punches him and gets off)
Voltaire falls and his arms get pulled back da Cat
Voltaire: Yeow! Let go of me!
Cat: First give me the key...

Steve (Enters): Ah, what a beautiful giorno in the neighborhood! The pinball tournament is tonight and all my Friends are gonna watch me play!
Mr and Mrs. Travis (enter): Junior! Junior! Where are you! Please come back!!! (Mrs Travis cries)
Steve: Hello Mr. and Mrs. Travis! (Gasp) Why Mrs Travis, what's the matter?
Mrs Travis (crying): Our baby Junior is GONE!!!
Steve: What?! What happened to him?
Mr. Travis: He's been kidnapped! We went to wake him up this morning and he wasn't in his crib.
Mrs Travis (crying): Instead we found this! (Shows baby dummy)
Steve: Oh my gosh! That is strange.
Mrs Travis (crying):...