It was a stormy day, That ment-no training. And only the captian was upset over this, the others had no problem.
"YES! I won't have to miss any Twilight Zones!" Kowalski said. the others stared blankly "It's, scientific-in a way.." Kowalski folded his flippers.
"B-but, I wanted to watch the tellie! they are going to mostra something on Disney Channel!" Private pouted.
"BOXING!" Rico snatched the remote from Kowalski.
"WHAT? Private, te know they'll mostra it 100 più times! Rico, can't te just go brush your bambole hair o something? Twilight zone is educational!" Kowalski snatched the remote back.
"Twilight zone is a bunch of- mm sorry- But it is not! and it isn't happy either!" Private snatched
the remote back. And then so on and so forth, the fight continued.
"Alright! Alright! none of te are!" Skipper detto butting in between "The only thing we will be doing, is cleaning the mud stains te boys left from your feet!" Skipper snatched the remote and forced it down Rico.
"Then what will we do? expect us to just sleep? I already finished all my projects I was working on. and the Twilight Zone will give me a scientific break through!" Kowalski said, then grabbing a mop.
"And, I finished all my sewin- welll i did everything... er, men do."
"Sewings not manly.." Kowalski murmerd.
"Neither is Scrivere in your notebook all your secrets." Private retorted.
Kowalski blushed a bit.
"If te boys keep this up, there will be no più TV." Skipper hollered.
~a bit later~
più chores were done. più fighting in hush tones continued.
Until finally...
"I CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER SECOND!" Private wept "there is NOTHING to do!"
"BOXING!" Rico knocked Kowalski.
"Er, or.. We could all agree on a TV mostra to watch." Kowalski detto lifting himself off the ground.
"B-but, te heard Skippa, he detto no TV the last ora ago." Private pouted.
"Sneak it!" Rico puked the remote out.
"True, we could do that. But we're all in the same area.."
"Boys, I'm going outside.." Skipper detto and headed towards the ladder.
"But It's storming outside!" Private said, getting worried for Skipper.
Then Kowalski guessed where he was going-Marlene's habitat.
"Like, I said, no Tv." Skipper then went out the hole.
"Well it's now useless. we can't disobey Skippa's order!"
"Well we can try to make it look like we aren't going to watch TV..." Kowalski pondered.
Rico walked towards the Television.
"Oh alright.. here give me the remote.." Private detto and took it gently from Rico's flipper.
"Er, Why?" Kowalski asked.
"Oh, i know how to use the tellie better then te guys. so... I CLAIM THE TELLIE!" Private ran
"HUH? NO!" Rico jumped on Private and squished him. Rico puked out a wooden spoon.
"I'll take that!" Kowalski took the remote and ran.
Rico then puked a rope,and tide Kowalski.
Private had the remote! he tried running towards the TV. But no use. Skipper came back early.
What he saw was, Kowalski trying to bite through the rope, Rico with another rope-and a spoon?
and Private running-WITH THE REMOTE?
"Sweet mother Mcaurther! whats going on here? te guys were trying to watch the TV, eh?" Skipper crossed his flippers.
"It's...true..." Private looked down in shame "I'm sorry Skippa, We had cabina feva..." Skipper took the remote from Private.
"Yes, it's true." Kowalski said, still trying to get out of the rope.
Rico shrugged and went into the bathroom "Didn't do nothin." Rico said.
"We are sorry Skipper." Kowalski detto "Could te help me out of this rope?"
"Mm, No. It's a lighter punishment then what i had in mind." Skipper pciked up the spoon and looked at it questionly.
"I guess it's no tellie then?" Private shrugged.
"Well sure, since I'm feeling soft on te boys. sure."
Private jumped for joy. Skipper handed him the remote.
with a click of the TV, the first thing on the screen was...
"The satelite dish is not working. for più help please call the number: 800-909-6564"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
THE END!
"YES! I won't have to miss any Twilight Zones!" Kowalski said. the others stared blankly "It's, scientific-in a way.." Kowalski folded his flippers.
"B-but, I wanted to watch the tellie! they are going to mostra something on Disney Channel!" Private pouted.
"BOXING!" Rico snatched the remote from Kowalski.
"WHAT? Private, te know they'll mostra it 100 più times! Rico, can't te just go brush your bambole hair o something? Twilight zone is educational!" Kowalski snatched the remote back.
"Twilight zone is a bunch of- mm sorry- But it is not! and it isn't happy either!" Private snatched
the remote back. And then so on and so forth, the fight continued.
"Alright! Alright! none of te are!" Skipper detto butting in between "The only thing we will be doing, is cleaning the mud stains te boys left from your feet!" Skipper snatched the remote and forced it down Rico.
"Then what will we do? expect us to just sleep? I already finished all my projects I was working on. and the Twilight Zone will give me a scientific break through!" Kowalski said, then grabbing a mop.
"And, I finished all my sewin- welll i did everything... er, men do."
"Sewings not manly.." Kowalski murmerd.
"Neither is Scrivere in your notebook all your secrets." Private retorted.
Kowalski blushed a bit.
"If te boys keep this up, there will be no più TV." Skipper hollered.
~a bit later~
più chores were done. più fighting in hush tones continued.
Until finally...
"I CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER SECOND!" Private wept "there is NOTHING to do!"
"BOXING!" Rico knocked Kowalski.
"Er, or.. We could all agree on a TV mostra to watch." Kowalski detto lifting himself off the ground.
"B-but, te heard Skippa, he detto no TV the last ora ago." Private pouted.
"Sneak it!" Rico puked the remote out.
"True, we could do that. But we're all in the same area.."
"Boys, I'm going outside.." Skipper detto and headed towards the ladder.
"But It's storming outside!" Private said, getting worried for Skipper.
Then Kowalski guessed where he was going-Marlene's habitat.
"Like, I said, no Tv." Skipper then went out the hole.
"Well it's now useless. we can't disobey Skippa's order!"
"Well we can try to make it look like we aren't going to watch TV..." Kowalski pondered.
Rico walked towards the Television.
"Oh alright.. here give me the remote.." Private detto and took it gently from Rico's flipper.
"Er, Why?" Kowalski asked.
"Oh, i know how to use the tellie better then te guys. so... I CLAIM THE TELLIE!" Private ran
"HUH? NO!" Rico jumped on Private and squished him. Rico puked out a wooden spoon.
"I'll take that!" Kowalski took the remote and ran.
Rico then puked a rope,and tide Kowalski.
Private had the remote! he tried running towards the TV. But no use. Skipper came back early.
What he saw was, Kowalski trying to bite through the rope, Rico with another rope-and a spoon?
and Private running-WITH THE REMOTE?
"Sweet mother Mcaurther! whats going on here? te guys were trying to watch the TV, eh?" Skipper crossed his flippers.
"It's...true..." Private looked down in shame "I'm sorry Skippa, We had cabina feva..." Skipper took the remote from Private.
"Yes, it's true." Kowalski said, still trying to get out of the rope.
Rico shrugged and went into the bathroom "Didn't do nothin." Rico said.
"We are sorry Skipper." Kowalski detto "Could te help me out of this rope?"
"Mm, No. It's a lighter punishment then what i had in mind." Skipper pciked up the spoon and looked at it questionly.
"I guess it's no tellie then?" Private shrugged.
"Well sure, since I'm feeling soft on te boys. sure."
Private jumped for joy. Skipper handed him the remote.
with a click of the TV, the first thing on the screen was...
"The satelite dish is not working. for più help please call the number: 800-909-6564"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
THE END!
theres alot of new fan joing the pom fanpop spot alot and they all want to know everyone and some people want to know più info about one another so i made a litte sevay. its to intorduce te to the new guys. becuse theres abunch of aggiornamenti of abunch of fan asking us who are te and stuff si the survaey is in the bottom
species:
geander:
data of birth:
wepons:if te have any
fav sport:
fav sport team:
hobbies:
mood:
other facts:
picture
heres mine
species:
geander:
data of birth:
wepons:if te have any
fav sport:
fav sport team:
hobbies:
mood:
other facts:
picture
heres mine
R for blood and cursing
If u don't like cute rosa and furry aliens bleeding, I'm warning you- DON'T READ ANY FURTHER!
You're still Leggere this?
Okay...
Don't say I didn't warn you!
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It was a clear night. There were shooting stars. Everyone was watching them. One stella, star was coming right toward the penguins! They got out of the way, but it hit the concrete- hard. It was knocked out, and had cuts, bruises, and blood all over it. They decided to take it inside.
About an ora later, the penguins heard something. "Oh shit. Where the hell am I?" it said. "Hey! We don't use that language here!" Skipper said. "Don't sposta your leg." Kowalski said.
"Why?"
"It's broken."
"OH SHIT!"
"HEY! Miss Curse-a-lot! What did I say about that language!?" Skipper said. "Geez! Sorry man!" she responded, "Anyways, I'm Kat. I'm Lightopian, which is a type of alien."
"An ALIEN!?" Kowalski said, surprised, "We can't let anyone else see you!"
"Why?"
If u don't like cute rosa and furry aliens bleeding, I'm warning you- DON'T READ ANY FURTHER!
You're still Leggere this?
Okay...
Don't say I didn't warn you!
___________________________________
It was a clear night. There were shooting stars. Everyone was watching them. One stella, star was coming right toward the penguins! They got out of the way, but it hit the concrete- hard. It was knocked out, and had cuts, bruises, and blood all over it. They decided to take it inside.
About an ora later, the penguins heard something. "Oh shit. Where the hell am I?" it said. "Hey! We don't use that language here!" Skipper said. "Don't sposta your leg." Kowalski said.
"Why?"
"It's broken."
"OH SHIT!"
"HEY! Miss Curse-a-lot! What did I say about that language!?" Skipper said. "Geez! Sorry man!" she responded, "Anyways, I'm Kat. I'm Lightopian, which is a type of alien."
"An ALIEN!?" Kowalski said, surprised, "We can't let anyone else see you!"
"Why?"
