No Time 07.14.16
“Maurice!” Julien cried from his throne.
Maurice trudged up to him, not even trying to hide his contempt. “Yes, your majesty?”
“I need another smoothie,” Julien said, propping his head up with one paw while rubbing his chest with the other. He coughed and wheezed. “I can feel my time approaching . . . so make it with extra mango for the extra sweet-y-ness-ness . . .”
Maurice rolled his eyes. “You detto your time was approaching two days ago,” he said.
“Well, how should I know, Maurice? I am not Clair’s Voyage!” Julien detto before coughing again.
“It’s clairvoyant . . .” Maurice grumbled under his breath as he approached the blender.
“Maurice?” Mort called softly as Maurice proceeded to make a smoothie.
“Yes, Mort?” Maurice sighed.
“What are we going to do when King Julien is” — Mort gasped — “the d-word?” he asked as he gripped his tail and whimpered.
Maurice rolled his eyes. “Mort, he’s not gonna die,” he said, dropping another mango into the mixer.
“But, Maurice, he’s so sick!” Mort cried softly. “Do te think there’s a cure?”
Maurice groaned under his breath again. “No, there’s no cure, but it’ll pass.”
Mort sniffled. “How do te know?” he asked, on the verge of crying.
Maurice sighed impatiently. “Because he doesn’t have a life-threatening illness,” he insisted.
Mort gripped his tail tighter. “Then what is it? What makes him cough and sneeze and wheeze so much? If it has no cure then how will he be healed?” he asked, whimpering.
“Maurice!” Julien cried from the throne, his voice even più nasally when he yelled. “What is taking so long with my smoothie? I could be dead before te come back!”
Correction, Maurice thought, you’ll be dead when I come back . . .
He turned the blender on and turned to Mort. “Look, Mort. I promise you, Julien will be fine. He’s just being a drama king. Why don’t te go score some più cough syrup from the zoo hospital, hm?”
Mort looked over at Julien, who was writhing in his throne, and winced. “Okay,” he detto before hurrying off.
Switching off the blender, Maurice returned to Julien with his smoothie. “Here te are, King Julien,” he said, handing up the smoothie.
Julien sniffed. “It’s about time,” he detto impatiently. “I thought I saw a light for a minuto there.”
Maurice rolled his eyes. He swore he was getting close to being able to see his brain back there. “That’s because te stared at the sun for ten minuti and now your seeing spots.”
“Oh,” Julien cried out after a sip of the smoothie, “so now your some kind of doctor, hm? What do te know?” he said, sipping some più of his smoothie.
“No, but it doesn’t take one,” Maurice argued under his breath.
“Hey, lower mammal!”
Maurice turned as Skipper and the penguins hopped over their bacheca carrying Mort. “You wanna explain why Sad Eyes was trying to break into the zoo hospital da digging under the wall?” Skipper asked, holding up the small lemur.
Maurice slapped his palm to his forehead. After taking a moment to gather himself, he looked back up. “He was supposed to be getting some cough syrup for our terminal king,” he mumbled.
“Terminal?” Kowalski inquired. “What on earth does he have?”
Julien writhed in his trono again. “A ghastly disease! A disease to end all diseases! An illness most fatal! I may not live to see another sunrise!” he cried, dramatically holding his arm up and looking into the sky.
Maurice took a deep breath. “What he means is . . . a cold. He has a cold.”
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“Maurice!” Julien cried from his throne.
Maurice trudged up to him, not even trying to hide his contempt. “Yes, your majesty?”
“I need another smoothie,” Julien said, propping his head up with one paw while rubbing his chest with the other. He coughed and wheezed. “I can feel my time approaching . . . so make it with extra mango for the extra sweet-y-ness-ness . . .”
Maurice rolled his eyes. “You detto your time was approaching two days ago,” he said.
“Well, how should I know, Maurice? I am not Clair’s Voyage!” Julien detto before coughing again.
“It’s clairvoyant . . .” Maurice grumbled under his breath as he approached the blender.
“Maurice?” Mort called softly as Maurice proceeded to make a smoothie.
“Yes, Mort?” Maurice sighed.
“What are we going to do when King Julien is” — Mort gasped — “the d-word?” he asked as he gripped his tail and whimpered.
Maurice rolled his eyes. “Mort, he’s not gonna die,” he said, dropping another mango into the mixer.
“But, Maurice, he’s so sick!” Mort cried softly. “Do te think there’s a cure?”
Maurice groaned under his breath again. “No, there’s no cure, but it’ll pass.”
Mort sniffled. “How do te know?” he asked, on the verge of crying.
Maurice sighed impatiently. “Because he doesn’t have a life-threatening illness,” he insisted.
Mort gripped his tail tighter. “Then what is it? What makes him cough and sneeze and wheeze so much? If it has no cure then how will he be healed?” he asked, whimpering.
“Maurice!” Julien cried from the throne, his voice even più nasally when he yelled. “What is taking so long with my smoothie? I could be dead before te come back!”
Correction, Maurice thought, you’ll be dead when I come back . . .
He turned the blender on and turned to Mort. “Look, Mort. I promise you, Julien will be fine. He’s just being a drama king. Why don’t te go score some più cough syrup from the zoo hospital, hm?”
Mort looked over at Julien, who was writhing in his throne, and winced. “Okay,” he detto before hurrying off.
Switching off the blender, Maurice returned to Julien with his smoothie. “Here te are, King Julien,” he said, handing up the smoothie.
Julien sniffed. “It’s about time,” he detto impatiently. “I thought I saw a light for a minuto there.”
Maurice rolled his eyes. He swore he was getting close to being able to see his brain back there. “That’s because te stared at the sun for ten minuti and now your seeing spots.”
“Oh,” Julien cried out after a sip of the smoothie, “so now your some kind of doctor, hm? What do te know?” he said, sipping some più of his smoothie.
“No, but it doesn’t take one,” Maurice argued under his breath.
“Hey, lower mammal!”
Maurice turned as Skipper and the penguins hopped over their bacheca carrying Mort. “You wanna explain why Sad Eyes was trying to break into the zoo hospital da digging under the wall?” Skipper asked, holding up the small lemur.
Maurice slapped his palm to his forehead. After taking a moment to gather himself, he looked back up. “He was supposed to be getting some cough syrup for our terminal king,” he mumbled.
“Terminal?” Kowalski inquired. “What on earth does he have?”
Julien writhed in his trono again. “A ghastly disease! A disease to end all diseases! An illness most fatal! I may not live to see another sunrise!” he cried, dramatically holding his arm up and looking into the sky.
Maurice took a deep breath. “What he means is . . . a cold. He has a cold.”
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Kam did a mad karate-chop into a nearby tree. The boys fell out! " te didn't SEE ANYTHING!" Skipper detto in despiration. Then the boys run away. "Let's go girls! We don't need Lilly anymore!" Just as Lilly opens her beak to protest, The plane takes off and her Friends leave.
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THAT NIGHT!
Marlene is trying her best to cheer Lilly up. Nothing would work! " Come on Lilly, te haven't detto a word all day! How about we gossip about boys!" Marlene asks with a friendly tone of voice. "No. Im just gonna go back to my habitat and sleep." Lilly replied. She leaves Marlene's habitat. Lilly had Lost her four closest Friends within a five giorno time period . She deserves to sleep this off.
THE END!
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THAT NIGHT!
Marlene is trying her best to cheer Lilly up. Nothing would work! " Come on Lilly, te haven't detto a word all day! How about we gossip about boys!" Marlene asks with a friendly tone of voice. "No. Im just gonna go back to my habitat and sleep." Lilly replied. She leaves Marlene's habitat. Lilly had Lost her four closest Friends within a five giorno time period . She deserves to sleep this off.
THE END!
yeah... for Creative Writing, I had to write a Amore poem. I don't like anybody in that way (right now, at least) so I ended up Scrivere mine about Kowalski. It's a free-verse poem, so it doesn't rhyme, but... yeah.
When I hear your soft, smooth voice
I don't understand a word te say
too many variables and equations
but I Amore it anyway
Your clear blue eyes
masked behind protective goggles
as te experiment
with dangerous chemicals
In your world, the only thing
I can make sense of
is the fact that maybe
te are più careful when I'm around
don't want to hurt me
o make a fool of yourself
da making something explode
...
it doesn't work that well
but that's okay with me
<3
When I hear your soft, smooth voice
I don't understand a word te say
too many variables and equations
but I Amore it anyway
Your clear blue eyes
masked behind protective goggles
as te experiment
with dangerous chemicals
In your world, the only thing
I can make sense of
is the fact that maybe
te are più careful when I'm around
don't want to hurt me
o make a fool of yourself
da making something explode
...
it doesn't work that well
but that's okay with me
<3
