Tears 01.12.17
Note: Hey, guys! Bet te all thought I forgot about this. College life has been off to a stressful start, so I've been neglecting my Scrivere to deal with it. Nonetheless, I will continue to update as I can. This semester has been a lot easier so far so I'll do my best. I postato it to FanFiction but I forgot to post it here. If you're Leggere this I hope te enjoy it.
This short takes place following The Big S.T.A.N.K.
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Skipper held pressed his flippers to his temples as the stress of the situation skyrocketed. Why couldn't it just end?
Kowalski leaned closer to Private. "Betcha five bucks he won't last another minute."
Private thought for a second. "I'd take that bet if I didn't believe that."
Julien continued laughing, doubling over from the pain in his side. "Big blubbery baby Skippy! Do te need a pacie? Hahaha!"
Skipper grunted angrily. "Ringtail, I swear to all that is good and fishy, if te don't shut up, I will personally build another S.T.A.N.K. just for te and I will not save te from it!"
"Hahaha," Julien laughed, "look how he threatens me. He's so cute!"
"Ringtail!" Skipper snapped.
"It's okay!" Julien insisted. "I am still cuter." He giggled. "Baby."
"Manly tears, Ringtail!"
"Big. Blubbery. Baby," Julien repeated, folding his arms over his chest, a cocky sideways smile on his face.
With a frustrated grunt, Skipper prepared to advance, but Kowalski stepped in between them. "Okay," he detto loudly, "looks like it's time to turn in. Been a very long day. We will see te all in the morning." He dragged Skipper toward the hatch.
"Okay," Julien said, Maurice tugging on his arm, "make sure the bossy pinguino wraps a towel around his cuscino so he doesn't get it wet tonight!"
Before Skipper could say o do anything, Rico and Private tackled him into the hatch. Kowalski sighed heavily before jumping in after, closing the fishbowl over the hole.
Skipper clenched his fists. "There's gonna be one less lemure in this zoo."
Kowalski pulled out his clipboard and started to write something.
"What are te doing?" Skipper demanded.
"Oh, I'm just tallying how many times you've detto that this year," Kowalski said.
"What?" Skipper snapped. "When did te start doing that?"
Kowalski counted up the standing tally. "Four hundred seventy-six times ago," he answered.
Skipper narrowed his eyes. "Well, one of these times I'm gonna make that happen."
"Oh, Skipper," Private chimed in. "We all know that's not true."
"Uh-huh!" Rico agreed.
"You know te would never be able to go through with it," Kowalski said, stashing his clipboard and pencil away.
Skipper exhaled.
"Plus te know deep down te would miss him if he was gone," Private added, folding his flippers.
"Whoa, now," Skipper replied quickly, holding up his flippers, "saying I couldn't go through with it is one thing, but I would never miss that over glorified product tester for Avon."
"How long have te been waiting to use that one?" Kowalski asked, staring at him through half-lidded eyes.
Skipper folded his flippers. "Too long."
"But, Skipper," Private started, "if te really wouldn't miss Julien if he were gone, what were te crying about?"
"I was not crying!" Skipper insisted again. "I was upset because of all the ways to go, of all to people to go with . . ."
"Uh-huh," Private replied, "and not a shred of sadness that te thought te failed at saving him?"
"Not even a sliver," Skipper persisted. "I only did that to a) save Central Park and New York from the S.T.A.N.K. and b) because Ringtail's whining was getting on my nerves."
The other penguins exchanged a look.
"It's settled then," Skipper detto before any of them could respond. "Lights out, men."
Deciding it best to drop it, the penguins prepared to turn in. A few minuti after being in bed, a voice broke into the silent darkness.
"Skipper?"
A sigh followed. "Yes, Private?"
"Under what circumstances does a tear become manly?" he asked.
Silence followed for about thirty secondi before, "When they're mine, Private. Now go to sleep."
[Words: 610]
Note: Hey, guys! Bet te all thought I forgot about this. College life has been off to a stressful start, so I've been neglecting my Scrivere to deal with it. Nonetheless, I will continue to update as I can. This semester has been a lot easier so far so I'll do my best. I postato it to FanFiction but I forgot to post it here. If you're Leggere this I hope te enjoy it.
This short takes place following The Big S.T.A.N.K.
— § —
Skipper held pressed his flippers to his temples as the stress of the situation skyrocketed. Why couldn't it just end?
Kowalski leaned closer to Private. "Betcha five bucks he won't last another minute."
Private thought for a second. "I'd take that bet if I didn't believe that."
Julien continued laughing, doubling over from the pain in his side. "Big blubbery baby Skippy! Do te need a pacie? Hahaha!"
Skipper grunted angrily. "Ringtail, I swear to all that is good and fishy, if te don't shut up, I will personally build another S.T.A.N.K. just for te and I will not save te from it!"
"Hahaha," Julien laughed, "look how he threatens me. He's so cute!"
"Ringtail!" Skipper snapped.
"It's okay!" Julien insisted. "I am still cuter." He giggled. "Baby."
"Manly tears, Ringtail!"
"Big. Blubbery. Baby," Julien repeated, folding his arms over his chest, a cocky sideways smile on his face.
With a frustrated grunt, Skipper prepared to advance, but Kowalski stepped in between them. "Okay," he detto loudly, "looks like it's time to turn in. Been a very long day. We will see te all in the morning." He dragged Skipper toward the hatch.
"Okay," Julien said, Maurice tugging on his arm, "make sure the bossy pinguino wraps a towel around his cuscino so he doesn't get it wet tonight!"
Before Skipper could say o do anything, Rico and Private tackled him into the hatch. Kowalski sighed heavily before jumping in after, closing the fishbowl over the hole.
Skipper clenched his fists. "There's gonna be one less lemure in this zoo."
Kowalski pulled out his clipboard and started to write something.
"What are te doing?" Skipper demanded.
"Oh, I'm just tallying how many times you've detto that this year," Kowalski said.
"What?" Skipper snapped. "When did te start doing that?"
Kowalski counted up the standing tally. "Four hundred seventy-six times ago," he answered.
Skipper narrowed his eyes. "Well, one of these times I'm gonna make that happen."
"Oh, Skipper," Private chimed in. "We all know that's not true."
"Uh-huh!" Rico agreed.
"You know te would never be able to go through with it," Kowalski said, stashing his clipboard and pencil away.
Skipper exhaled.
"Plus te know deep down te would miss him if he was gone," Private added, folding his flippers.
"Whoa, now," Skipper replied quickly, holding up his flippers, "saying I couldn't go through with it is one thing, but I would never miss that over glorified product tester for Avon."
"How long have te been waiting to use that one?" Kowalski asked, staring at him through half-lidded eyes.
Skipper folded his flippers. "Too long."
"But, Skipper," Private started, "if te really wouldn't miss Julien if he were gone, what were te crying about?"
"I was not crying!" Skipper insisted again. "I was upset because of all the ways to go, of all to people to go with . . ."
"Uh-huh," Private replied, "and not a shred of sadness that te thought te failed at saving him?"
"Not even a sliver," Skipper persisted. "I only did that to a) save Central Park and New York from the S.T.A.N.K. and b) because Ringtail's whining was getting on my nerves."
The other penguins exchanged a look.
"It's settled then," Skipper detto before any of them could respond. "Lights out, men."
Deciding it best to drop it, the penguins prepared to turn in. A few minuti after being in bed, a voice broke into the silent darkness.
"Skipper?"
A sigh followed. "Yes, Private?"
"Under what circumstances does a tear become manly?" he asked.
Silence followed for about thirty secondi before, "When they're mine, Private. Now go to sleep."
[Words: 610]
