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"You're what?"
"I'm lost," repeated Leroy.
Skipper began pacing. "Really, Private? This is the secondo time you've brought a Lost civilian to the base!"
Private grinned sheepishly as Leroy crossed his flippers. "I am not just a civilian!" yelled the turtle.
He was ignored. Just then, Kowalski came out of his lab. "Guess what? I've-" His voice flattered as he analyzed the scene in front of him. "What did I miss?"
"Nothing much," grunted Rico.
"I'm lost," explained Leroy.
Kowalski glanced at Private. "Private?"
Skipper nodded. "Right on spot."
Kowalski sighed. "Well, we might as well get this over with."
The scientist sat down. "All right, Leroy. Tell us your story."
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"And that's how I ended up here," finished Leroy.
Half-way through the story, Kowalski had gone out to build another submarine, and Private and Rico had gone to help him. Only Skipper was left in the HQ. The leader nodded. "Seems like a legit story."
Leroy threw his flippers up. "For the last time, I am not a spy!"
"I still don't trust you, though."
At that moment, Kowalski climbed down the hatch. "Submarine completed, sir."
"In the harbor?" asked Skipper.
Kowalski nodded. Leroy cocked his head. "In the harbor?" he repeated.
"Oh yes," Kowalski nodded. "Let's just say that te never build something too big to take out."
"Okay."
"Where's Private and Rico?" asked Skipper.
"I left them at the harbor to guard the sub," detto Kowalski. "Go on there. I'll be there in thirty minutes. I just need to do some research on Leroy's group."
Leroy fidgeted. "Why would te want to do that?"
"To see where we can intercept them."
Relief came to the turtle's face. Skipper noticed this and narrowed his eyes. "Something to hide, spy?"
"Nothing of importance."
"I'm keeping an eye on you."
Leroy rolled his eyes. "Are te coming?"
"Wha? Oh yes, right."
Skipper waddled toward the ladder. "Oh, and Kowalski?"
"Yes?"
"We're going to get snow cones. What favor would te like?"
Kowalski thought for a while. "Should I get the delicious and familiar taste of the mirtillo o should I venture into the unknown with the grape?"
Skipper nodded doubtfully. "Right. We'll be getting te a arcobaleno one."
The leader left. A few minuti later, Kowalski came to a decision. "Blueberry please, Skipper."
The scientist looked around in confusion. "Skipper?"
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"You're what?"
"I'm lost," repeated Leroy.
Skipper began pacing. "Really, Private? This is the secondo time you've brought a Lost civilian to the base!"
Private grinned sheepishly as Leroy crossed his flippers. "I am not just a civilian!" yelled the turtle.
He was ignored. Just then, Kowalski came out of his lab. "Guess what? I've-" His voice flattered as he analyzed the scene in front of him. "What did I miss?"
"Nothing much," grunted Rico.
"I'm lost," explained Leroy.
Kowalski glanced at Private. "Private?"
Skipper nodded. "Right on spot."
Kowalski sighed. "Well, we might as well get this over with."
The scientist sat down. "All right, Leroy. Tell us your story."
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"And that's how I ended up here," finished Leroy.
Half-way through the story, Kowalski had gone out to build another submarine, and Private and Rico had gone to help him. Only Skipper was left in the HQ. The leader nodded. "Seems like a legit story."
Leroy threw his flippers up. "For the last time, I am not a spy!"
"I still don't trust you, though."
At that moment, Kowalski climbed down the hatch. "Submarine completed, sir."
"In the harbor?" asked Skipper.
Kowalski nodded. Leroy cocked his head. "In the harbor?" he repeated.
"Oh yes," Kowalski nodded. "Let's just say that te never build something too big to take out."
"Okay."
"Where's Private and Rico?" asked Skipper.
"I left them at the harbor to guard the sub," detto Kowalski. "Go on there. I'll be there in thirty minutes. I just need to do some research on Leroy's group."
Leroy fidgeted. "Why would te want to do that?"
"To see where we can intercept them."
Relief came to the turtle's face. Skipper noticed this and narrowed his eyes. "Something to hide, spy?"
"Nothing of importance."
"I'm keeping an eye on you."
Leroy rolled his eyes. "Are te coming?"
"Wha? Oh yes, right."
Skipper waddled toward the ladder. "Oh, and Kowalski?"
"Yes?"
"We're going to get snow cones. What favor would te like?"
Kowalski thought for a while. "Should I get the delicious and familiar taste of the mirtillo o should I venture into the unknown with the grape?"
Skipper nodded doubtfully. "Right. We'll be getting te a arcobaleno one."
The leader left. A few minuti later, Kowalski came to a decision. "Blueberry please, Skipper."
The scientist looked around in confusion. "Skipper?"
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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!