Kowalski crept through the bushes. He could see the slow puffs of breath coming from his mouth in the cold winter air. He kept his breathing low so no one could hear him. Then Private caught his eye, he was up in a albero scanning the park with binoculars. Kowalski aimed and fired. Direct hit. Private fell out of the albero laughing his head off. Kowalski couldn’t help but laugh himself. He emerged from the bushes stumbling over his feet laughing. Then Rico, who was hiding in a garbage can, jumped out and fired at Kowalski. Kowalski held his flippers in front of his face. “Stop it! Okay! te win!” He detto laughing. Rico kept spraying him with his water gun. Then Private waddled up and started spraying Kowalski too. “HAHA! Payback!” He exclaimed. Kowalski picked his spray gun up and began firing at the other two. They were all laughing their heads off.
“Having fun?” A voice detto from behind.
The three of them turned and fired streams of water at the voice. Then they stopped when they realized who they were firing at. “Heheh, sorry Skipper…This…uh…isn’t what it looks like…” Kowalski said, tripping over his words. “Oh really? It looks like you’re all blowing off training exercises for water shenanigans in the park. te three told me te had something important to do. This is not what I imagined te meant. I am very disappointed in all three of you. Now what do te all have to say for yourselves?” Skipper asked, his flippers crossed and his hip cocked.
“I’m sorry Skipper.” Private told his commanding officer. “Sorry Skipper. We just wanted to have a little fun…” Skipper interrupted him. “Fun?! FUN!? te can’t water fight your way out of a crisis situation! I need te three to be on your toes 24/7! te three should be ashamed of yourselves! Now, since we’re here, how’s about some laps?” The others looked at each other, and then set their water pistole down and started jogging around the park. Skipper kept a close eye on them. After about seven laps, Skipper had begun to cool off. After the time he had to think about it, he started to feel as if he was a little harsh on his men. He decided that once they passed him, he’d stop them to apologize. He never would have guessed he wouldn’t get the chance.
All of the sudden about seven masked pinguino agents came running through the bushes. They took Skipper’s men down in just moments. Skipper slid to the other side of the park as fast as he could. He’d almost reached them when an unexpected pinguino tackled him. The masked pinguino landed on superiore, in alto of him and pressed his elbow against his throat. Skipper, gasping for air, pushed his feet against his opponents’ stomach, propelling him a few feet away. Skipper stood up and tried to breath for a moment, but his opponent was already back on his feet and kicked him in the face. He blocked the successivo blow, grabbing his flipper, and flung his opponent against a tree. His opponent stumbled for a moment, the tackled Skipper again. They rolled and fought until they ended up on the other side of the park. Skipper finally kicked him off of himself again. He got up and took a step back, his foot hitting something.
He looked down to see the water pistole that his men had left. He picked one up just as his opponent started his successivo attack. He swung the gun around and a stream of water landed in his face. “GAH!” His opponent cried, wiping water from his face. That’s weird…I could have sworn that sounded like a g- Skipper’s opponent now had possession of a water gun. They fired streams of water at each other. Skipper made a small puddle behind his opponent, causing him to slip. Once he hit the ground, Skipper hit him over the head with the water gun. His opponent lay unconscious. Now Skipper really felt bad. te really can water fight your way out of a crisis situation.
Skipper walked over to him, flipped him on his back, and removed his mask. He stood there staring at his opponent in shock. He never would’ve guessed he almost had his tail feathers whooped da a female.
“Having fun?” A voice detto from behind.
The three of them turned and fired streams of water at the voice. Then they stopped when they realized who they were firing at. “Heheh, sorry Skipper…This…uh…isn’t what it looks like…” Kowalski said, tripping over his words. “Oh really? It looks like you’re all blowing off training exercises for water shenanigans in the park. te three told me te had something important to do. This is not what I imagined te meant. I am very disappointed in all three of you. Now what do te all have to say for yourselves?” Skipper asked, his flippers crossed and his hip cocked.
“I’m sorry Skipper.” Private told his commanding officer. “Sorry Skipper. We just wanted to have a little fun…” Skipper interrupted him. “Fun?! FUN!? te can’t water fight your way out of a crisis situation! I need te three to be on your toes 24/7! te three should be ashamed of yourselves! Now, since we’re here, how’s about some laps?” The others looked at each other, and then set their water pistole down and started jogging around the park. Skipper kept a close eye on them. After about seven laps, Skipper had begun to cool off. After the time he had to think about it, he started to feel as if he was a little harsh on his men. He decided that once they passed him, he’d stop them to apologize. He never would have guessed he wouldn’t get the chance.
All of the sudden about seven masked pinguino agents came running through the bushes. They took Skipper’s men down in just moments. Skipper slid to the other side of the park as fast as he could. He’d almost reached them when an unexpected pinguino tackled him. The masked pinguino landed on superiore, in alto of him and pressed his elbow against his throat. Skipper, gasping for air, pushed his feet against his opponents’ stomach, propelling him a few feet away. Skipper stood up and tried to breath for a moment, but his opponent was already back on his feet and kicked him in the face. He blocked the successivo blow, grabbing his flipper, and flung his opponent against a tree. His opponent stumbled for a moment, the tackled Skipper again. They rolled and fought until they ended up on the other side of the park. Skipper finally kicked him off of himself again. He got up and took a step back, his foot hitting something.
He looked down to see the water pistole that his men had left. He picked one up just as his opponent started his successivo attack. He swung the gun around and a stream of water landed in his face. “GAH!” His opponent cried, wiping water from his face. That’s weird…I could have sworn that sounded like a g- Skipper’s opponent now had possession of a water gun. They fired streams of water at each other. Skipper made a small puddle behind his opponent, causing him to slip. Once he hit the ground, Skipper hit him over the head with the water gun. His opponent lay unconscious. Now Skipper really felt bad. te really can water fight your way out of a crisis situation.
Skipper walked over to him, flipped him on his back, and removed his mask. He stood there staring at his opponent in shock. He never would’ve guessed he almost had his tail feathers whooped da a female.
