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  "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):...

"Ah, hello Dewey, nice to see ya for the first time, te don't look too bad yourself," detto The Kid with a muse.

"Oh, I'm aware of who te are, you're that crime lord that's been making my boys look bad!" he shouted angrily. 

"That was me? Look bad at what? te can't prove jack shit fat boy, and who are ya gonna tell, the cops?" asked the Kid with a light chuckle. 

King Dewey's face then turned from one of rage, to a smirk. 

"Nope, I know the cops aren't my guys, but I know one thing for sure, Kid, if that's even your name," detto King Dewey. 

"Oh yeah, what?" asked the Kid with a wide grin. ...

...............
It was a dark and chilly night. The rain and wind was freezing and forced it's way into a man's soul if he wasn't careful. te would imagine that only a pinguino could stand freezing temperatures. Yeah, Skipper thought so too. After five minuti outside he was shivering visibly and his beak was chattering. He tried to
pretend it was nothing and walk it off, but every time he moved it felt like walking with a layer of ice encasing you. Finally he stopped behind a brick bacheca that stood blocking most of the harsh wind and rain and slumped back against it. Something hard and cold hit...

Denial ain't just a river in Egypt...
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'Why do I feel like this?' wondered Skipper as he lay awake in his stone cold bunk, ' I've been Friends with marlene for almost 3 years and I've never felt like this, so why now? DONG! DONG! DONG! "Ahhhhhhhh!" screamed Sky as she fell out of her bunk and covered her ear-holes. "What the heck is that?!?
"That's the zoo bell, Sky! Don't worry, I nevah really liked that campana, bell eithah..." informed Private whilst he put a reassuring flipper around Sky. Skipper got out of his bunk and got some coffee whilst watching...