Skipper, the Ribelle - The Brave fierce leader, detto he would never cry. Obviously, he hadn't had this happen yet. On the ground infront of him was the craziest pinguino of them all Rico. His fallen comrad was to injured to be fixed.
"Rico!" Skipper detto shaking the wounded penguin. "Don't te dare die on me! Be strong!"
Rico's eyes looked like they were glued shut. They wouldn't open no matter what. Blood from where the lazer had hit him. "Rico please!"
"Well Peng-you-in." The phychotic Dr.Blowhole smirked, moving successivo to the very depressed penguin. "Looks like your team is one short. Once again I have become Victorious against you."
"You monster...." Skipper detto clenching his flipper, daring to bunch Dr. Blowhole and send him flying across the room. He had crossed the line this time. He had killed Rico, and this will not stand. Tears started to form in the leader's eyes as Rico's breath lessened until, it completely stopped. Skipper opened his eyes to see that the crazy phyco-path had really died this time, from precedente experiences where he was just seriously hurt. The tears strolled down his eyes and mixed with the blood on the floor from Rico. Losing another pinguino besides Manfredi and Johnson. He couldn't bare this anymore. Skipper kicked Dr.Blowhole and sent him flying across the room and made him hit the wall.
"No one kills my teammates and lives to tell of it!" Tears had actually came from Skipper's eyes. He took the lazer that killed his fallen comrade and snapped it right in half.
"Now Now Skipper no need to be hasty." The crazy doc detto holding up his flippers to try and keep Skipper away.
"I'll rip out your throat and make sure your dead this time. Obviously knocking out your eye wasn't enough." Skipper detto with true rage in his eyes.
Skipper will forever fight for the loss of Rico.
"Rico!" Skipper detto shaking the wounded penguin. "Don't te dare die on me! Be strong!"
Rico's eyes looked like they were glued shut. They wouldn't open no matter what. Blood from where the lazer had hit him. "Rico please!"
"Well Peng-you-in." The phychotic Dr.Blowhole smirked, moving successivo to the very depressed penguin. "Looks like your team is one short. Once again I have become Victorious against you."
"You monster...." Skipper detto clenching his flipper, daring to bunch Dr. Blowhole and send him flying across the room. He had crossed the line this time. He had killed Rico, and this will not stand. Tears started to form in the leader's eyes as Rico's breath lessened until, it completely stopped. Skipper opened his eyes to see that the crazy phyco-path had really died this time, from precedente experiences where he was just seriously hurt. The tears strolled down his eyes and mixed with the blood on the floor from Rico. Losing another pinguino besides Manfredi and Johnson. He couldn't bare this anymore. Skipper kicked Dr.Blowhole and sent him flying across the room and made him hit the wall.
"No one kills my teammates and lives to tell of it!" Tears had actually came from Skipper's eyes. He took the lazer that killed his fallen comrade and snapped it right in half.
"Now Now Skipper no need to be hasty." The crazy doc detto holding up his flippers to try and keep Skipper away.
"I'll rip out your throat and make sure your dead this time. Obviously knocking out your eye wasn't enough." Skipper detto with true rage in his eyes.
Skipper will forever fight for the loss of Rico.
a tribute to pinguino of Madagascar
please commento it my first artical
What us fan have joined together let no writer rip asunder
pinguino of Madagascar fan of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
unisciti together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I Amore them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live pinguino of Madagascar
te will never be forgotten
please commento it my first artical
What us fan have joined together let no writer rip asunder
pinguino of Madagascar fan of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
unisciti together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I Amore them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live pinguino of Madagascar
te will never be forgotten
This is my first fan fiction. Hope te enjoy it! Oh, and if te were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my home could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt o a grocery store. Still, the only good Cibo I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The bacheca belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my home could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt o a grocery store. Still, the only good Cibo I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The bacheca belonged to the Central Park Zoo!