Eyes 04.08.15
Note: This may contain spoilers for the Penguins of Madagascar Movie.
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Dave the octopus grinned as he picked up a ping on his sonar in his submarine. Just as he’d expected.
He turned to one of his octopus henchmen. “Will Smith have my cages ready?” he asked.
The henchman mumbled a response in octopus speak.
Dave smiled. “Excellent. Tell the others to get in position,” he ordered. The henchman saluted with a slimy tentacle and hurried off.
Dave slithered out of the room to his large storage room, where all the penguins from zoos and aquariums around the world were caged. They silenced and shrunk in fear when they saw Dave enter with a pair of henchmen and a cart. They came to the lone cage in the center of the room, where a small pinguino slept, confident that a certain trio of penguins would come rescue him and foil Dave’s evil plans.
“Morning, Private,” Dave detto reaching through the bars of the cage and poking his beak. Private woke up and wiped off the slime Dave left behind. He swallowed as Dave’s henchmen picked his cage up and loaded it onto the cart.
“Where are te taking me?” Private asked getting to his feet.
Dave followed behind as the henchmen pushed his carrello forward. “Well, I was just hoping to congratulate you! Your brothers are coming here, right this very moment! Isn’t that exciting?” he detto happily.
Private’s expression hardened with determination. “I wouldn’t be so happy if I were you! I know they have a plan that you’ll never see coming!”
Dave chuckled. “Aw, aren’t te so cute!” he taunted. “How do you—and più importantly, they—know that I don’t have my own genius plan that none of you will see coming? Hm?”
Private frowned, but swallowed his doubt. He wasn’t going to let this demented octopus try to convince him that his team couldn’t beat him. They were better than that.
They came to a stop da a metal tavolo with straps hanging limp to the sides. Dave’s raggio, ray was a few yards away, along with a few henchmen ensuring everything was in order. Dave opened the cage and pulled Private out with a slimy tentacle and a grin.
“Let go of me! What are te doing?” Private detto struggling.
Dave held him on the tavolo as his henchmen firmly strapped him down. “Well, once I have your friends, I thought I’d give them a little demonstration of what my Medusa Serum will do,” he said.
Private looked at his raggio, ray and swallowed. “You don’t have to do this,” he detto softly with his best pair of puppy-dog eyes.
Dave thought for a moment—or at least pretended like he did. “Yeah, I guess I don’t,” he detto thoughtfully. Then he leaned in close to Private’s face. “But I am anyway!” he detto before erupting into laughter.
Private frowned. Dave wiped a happy tear from his eye and looked at him.
“Aw, don’t be sad. Things will work out!” he encouraged. “Well, for me anyway,” he added.
“Dave,” Private started, “I know what happened to te was horrible, but te can’t take it out on innocent creatures!”
Dave’s expression hardened. “Oh, but I can,” he detto through his teeth. “All I ever wanted was to be loved. And I was! Until you—” he prodded him with his tentacle— “took it all away.”
Private looked into Dave’s eyes—his tired, vengeful, hurting eyes. He was just an empty soul with a blackened heart—well, hearts. The pain he harvested inside him seemed to ignite his red eyes with a burning fuoco kindled with hatred.
“But Dave,” Private detto slowly, “it’s not too late to be loved.”
Dave scowled. “No one could ever Amore me,” he detto as he turned away and started back for the conning tower.
“I would,” Private called after. Dave stopped and turned back, looking at Private as if he couldn’t believe he’d detto that. “Just let the penguins go, Dave,” Private pleaded. “We’ll start things over. What do te say?”
Private waited in anticipation as Dave studied the floor. Then he scowled and turned back to him.
“No. I’ve worked too hard to get this far. te took everything from me, and now I’m taking everything from you,” he growled into the little penguin’s face. He looked past him at a henchman that was checking the raggio, ray over. “Jim, carry out Phase One of our plan. Our special guests will be arriving soon,” he ordered before he turned and left without another word.
Private whimpered softly. “Come on, guys,” he whispered. “I know te won’t let me down. I just know it.”
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Note: Technically, octopuses don’t have “tentacles”; rather, they’re called “arms.” I just thought it sounded awkward to say things like, “Dave opened the cage and pulled Private out with a slimy arm and a grin.” That’s just my opinion. Also, they have three hearts, in case te were confused da the making it plural.
So, who caught my celebrity puns?
Note: This may contain spoilers for the Penguins of Madagascar Movie.
— § —
Dave the octopus grinned as he picked up a ping on his sonar in his submarine. Just as he’d expected.
He turned to one of his octopus henchmen. “Will Smith have my cages ready?” he asked.
The henchman mumbled a response in octopus speak.
Dave smiled. “Excellent. Tell the others to get in position,” he ordered. The henchman saluted with a slimy tentacle and hurried off.
Dave slithered out of the room to his large storage room, where all the penguins from zoos and aquariums around the world were caged. They silenced and shrunk in fear when they saw Dave enter with a pair of henchmen and a cart. They came to the lone cage in the center of the room, where a small pinguino slept, confident that a certain trio of penguins would come rescue him and foil Dave’s evil plans.
“Morning, Private,” Dave detto reaching through the bars of the cage and poking his beak. Private woke up and wiped off the slime Dave left behind. He swallowed as Dave’s henchmen picked his cage up and loaded it onto the cart.
“Where are te taking me?” Private asked getting to his feet.
Dave followed behind as the henchmen pushed his carrello forward. “Well, I was just hoping to congratulate you! Your brothers are coming here, right this very moment! Isn’t that exciting?” he detto happily.
Private’s expression hardened with determination. “I wouldn’t be so happy if I were you! I know they have a plan that you’ll never see coming!”
Dave chuckled. “Aw, aren’t te so cute!” he taunted. “How do you—and più importantly, they—know that I don’t have my own genius plan that none of you will see coming? Hm?”
Private frowned, but swallowed his doubt. He wasn’t going to let this demented octopus try to convince him that his team couldn’t beat him. They were better than that.
They came to a stop da a metal tavolo with straps hanging limp to the sides. Dave’s raggio, ray was a few yards away, along with a few henchmen ensuring everything was in order. Dave opened the cage and pulled Private out with a slimy tentacle and a grin.
“Let go of me! What are te doing?” Private detto struggling.
Dave held him on the tavolo as his henchmen firmly strapped him down. “Well, once I have your friends, I thought I’d give them a little demonstration of what my Medusa Serum will do,” he said.
Private looked at his raggio, ray and swallowed. “You don’t have to do this,” he detto softly with his best pair of puppy-dog eyes.
Dave thought for a moment—or at least pretended like he did. “Yeah, I guess I don’t,” he detto thoughtfully. Then he leaned in close to Private’s face. “But I am anyway!” he detto before erupting into laughter.
Private frowned. Dave wiped a happy tear from his eye and looked at him.
“Aw, don’t be sad. Things will work out!” he encouraged. “Well, for me anyway,” he added.
“Dave,” Private started, “I know what happened to te was horrible, but te can’t take it out on innocent creatures!”
Dave’s expression hardened. “Oh, but I can,” he detto through his teeth. “All I ever wanted was to be loved. And I was! Until you—” he prodded him with his tentacle— “took it all away.”
Private looked into Dave’s eyes—his tired, vengeful, hurting eyes. He was just an empty soul with a blackened heart—well, hearts. The pain he harvested inside him seemed to ignite his red eyes with a burning fuoco kindled with hatred.
“But Dave,” Private detto slowly, “it’s not too late to be loved.”
Dave scowled. “No one could ever Amore me,” he detto as he turned away and started back for the conning tower.
“I would,” Private called after. Dave stopped and turned back, looking at Private as if he couldn’t believe he’d detto that. “Just let the penguins go, Dave,” Private pleaded. “We’ll start things over. What do te say?”
Private waited in anticipation as Dave studied the floor. Then he scowled and turned back to him.
“No. I’ve worked too hard to get this far. te took everything from me, and now I’m taking everything from you,” he growled into the little penguin’s face. He looked past him at a henchman that was checking the raggio, ray over. “Jim, carry out Phase One of our plan. Our special guests will be arriving soon,” he ordered before he turned and left without another word.
Private whimpered softly. “Come on, guys,” he whispered. “I know te won’t let me down. I just know it.”
— § —
Note: Technically, octopuses don’t have “tentacles”; rather, they’re called “arms.” I just thought it sounded awkward to say things like, “Dave opened the cage and pulled Private out with a slimy arm and a grin.” That’s just my opinion. Also, they have three hearts, in case te were confused da the making it plural.
So, who caught my celebrity puns?
