Although Monique and Kowalski were together, she doesn't always see eye to eye with Skipper. Usually it's her way of sneaking around o her passtimes that tend to bug the leader, but what they always tend to butt heads over is the way that she fights. Skipper and his team fight in a sophisticated and semi organized manner, while she ends up fighting in a rhythmic matter that's partially controlled da anger. Whenever she tries the moves Skipper teaches his team, she always feels like they are just not her.
One day, she felt like she wasn't taking control of what she feels like she should be doing and she had enough. She marched into the HQ and had an angry look on her face.
"Someone must've had a bowl of aspro, acida grapes today," Skipper said.
"ZIP IT, SKIPPY LOOPTY LOO!" Monique shouted.
"Have te been working on those training moves like i told you?" Skipper asked.
Monique just punched a hole in the bacheca and caused a raised eyebrow from Skipper and a partially feared expression from Kowalski.
"Skipper, for the last time, those moves just aren't me. Every time I try them, i get back to my own fighting style and i barely recognize myself in the mirror. Can't I just use my own fighting moves?" Monique explained.
"Nah, they seem a little più of dance moves. Besides, they're più fit for your gender, anyway!" Skipper said, laughing at himself at the last part.
Monique marched up to Skipper and became very frustrated, since Skipper was pointing out that girls possibly can't fight and dancing won't help out with fighting.
"5, 6, 7, 8!!!" Monique shouted.
At that moment, she tap danced for a while and ended up using fancy footwork to knock Skipper down.
"Touche, but this doesn't mean anything!" Skipper detto while getting up.
Kowalski took out his clipboard and wrote on it for a while.
"Might I make a suggestion of compromise?" Kowalski asked.
"C yourself out!" both Skipper and Monique exclaimed to the scientist.
"You tell your team to listen to their guts while te tell me that I have to do what te say! I am sick and tired of feeling like I'm being pressured into so many tasks I'm not even feeling alright with! Why is it that I can't listen to my gut as well?" Monique confronted.
"Alright, te think you're so tough for a girl? te and me, right here, right now, mano y mano, chico y penguino!" Skipper challenged.
"You can bet that I'll take te down like a real soldier!" Monique shouted.
They ended up fighting for a while, then, da the time Monique was doing a fighting cat daddy, Skipper ended up being punched to the ground.
"I can't believe it! i was beaten da a dancing GIRL!!!" Skipper shouted in disbelief.
"Hey, I don't go twinkle toed just for entertainment, sucka!" Monique detto while turning around and leaving.
Yep, Skipper and Monique only rarely see eye to eye, but he can bet on the fact that she can fight as well as a man.
One day, she felt like she wasn't taking control of what she feels like she should be doing and she had enough. She marched into the HQ and had an angry look on her face.
"Someone must've had a bowl of aspro, acida grapes today," Skipper said.
"ZIP IT, SKIPPY LOOPTY LOO!" Monique shouted.
"Have te been working on those training moves like i told you?" Skipper asked.
Monique just punched a hole in the bacheca and caused a raised eyebrow from Skipper and a partially feared expression from Kowalski.
"Skipper, for the last time, those moves just aren't me. Every time I try them, i get back to my own fighting style and i barely recognize myself in the mirror. Can't I just use my own fighting moves?" Monique explained.
"Nah, they seem a little più of dance moves. Besides, they're più fit for your gender, anyway!" Skipper said, laughing at himself at the last part.
Monique marched up to Skipper and became very frustrated, since Skipper was pointing out that girls possibly can't fight and dancing won't help out with fighting.
"5, 6, 7, 8!!!" Monique shouted.
At that moment, she tap danced for a while and ended up using fancy footwork to knock Skipper down.
"Touche, but this doesn't mean anything!" Skipper detto while getting up.
Kowalski took out his clipboard and wrote on it for a while.
"Might I make a suggestion of compromise?" Kowalski asked.
"C yourself out!" both Skipper and Monique exclaimed to the scientist.
"You tell your team to listen to their guts while te tell me that I have to do what te say! I am sick and tired of feeling like I'm being pressured into so many tasks I'm not even feeling alright with! Why is it that I can't listen to my gut as well?" Monique confronted.
"Alright, te think you're so tough for a girl? te and me, right here, right now, mano y mano, chico y penguino!" Skipper challenged.
"You can bet that I'll take te down like a real soldier!" Monique shouted.
They ended up fighting for a while, then, da the time Monique was doing a fighting cat daddy, Skipper ended up being punched to the ground.
"I can't believe it! i was beaten da a dancing GIRL!!!" Skipper shouted in disbelief.
"Hey, I don't go twinkle toed just for entertainment, sucka!" Monique detto while turning around and leaving.
Yep, Skipper and Monique only rarely see eye to eye, but he can bet on the fact that she can fight as well as a man.
ciao this is my first fanfic so plz no hate! :)This fanfic is about a girl pinguino that comes to the zoo and falls for Skipper.
My name is Kat, but I'm not a cat, I am a penguin, from Antarctica. I have one problem with my home: it's too cold. I knew one giorno I would escape that horrible snow land, and that giorno was yesterday, when that weird man came and put me in a crate, and for once in my life I felt comfortable and warm.
Today I am traveling to a new home, hopefully a warm one.
I don't know how long I was in that gabbia, cassa but all I know now is that I'm here at my new home...a zoo? cool!
Am I alone in this pinguino habitat? Just then I hear waddling coming from under the platform, okay good I'm not alone.
Skipper pokes his head through the hatch hole and spots Kat, then calls the the rest of the team. Is our new pinguino here yet Skipper? Private asks. Yes Private, she's here.
Oh hi I'm Kat, I'm new here I detto cheerfully.
My name is Kat, but I'm not a cat, I am a penguin, from Antarctica. I have one problem with my home: it's too cold. I knew one giorno I would escape that horrible snow land, and that giorno was yesterday, when that weird man came and put me in a crate, and for once in my life I felt comfortable and warm.
Today I am traveling to a new home, hopefully a warm one.
I don't know how long I was in that gabbia, cassa but all I know now is that I'm here at my new home...a zoo? cool!
Am I alone in this pinguino habitat? Just then I hear waddling coming from under the platform, okay good I'm not alone.
Skipper pokes his head through the hatch hole and spots Kat, then calls the the rest of the team. Is our new pinguino here yet Skipper? Private asks. Yes Private, she's here.
Oh hi I'm Kat, I'm new here I detto cheerfully.
"No" detto Skipper, "why would that help?" He crumpled the paper. "Wait!" He said.
"What?!" asked Private.
"I know what happend!"
Abigail's past 1st person
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I could hardly see through the tears. "Skipper!" I cried, pulling away from my mother. I ran after Skipper and my unfaimiliar father. I knew I could save my younger brother. After all dad wanted both of us. Our parents had divorced right after Skipper was born. Our mom got both of us and ever since then our dad wanted one of us.
It's my bedtime now I'll write più later.
"What?!" asked Private.
"I know what happend!"
Abigail's past 1st person
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I could hardly see through the tears. "Skipper!" I cried, pulling away from my mother. I ran after Skipper and my unfaimiliar father. I knew I could save my younger brother. After all dad wanted both of us. Our parents had divorced right after Skipper was born. Our mom got both of us and ever since then our dad wanted one of us.
It's my bedtime now I'll write più later.
