Rico & Rei

The Truth, Lies, and Doris - A Dorski fan fiction: Part 5 - A Surprise Visit

    Kowalski dropped in, and the penguins at this time were practicing instinct.
Skipper turned around, "Kowalski?!"
    Rico only grunted a "huh?" and turned his attention toward the newcomer.
    Private, who was blindfolded and holding a 6 foot long bamboo whacking stick, turned his attention to the sound of Skipper's voice.
    "Kowalski?! Where is he Skipper?!" Private made a full 360 degree turn, accidently whacking Rico behind the head...

You're in the HQ with your girlfriend, she's upset,
She's going off about something that te said,
She doesnt get your paranoia like I do,

I'm in my cave, its a typical Funday night,
I'm listening to the kind of Musica she doesn’t like, (it’s Spanish chitarra songs btw)
And she'll never know your story like I do, (which I barely know but still)

But she’s a falcon, I’m an otter,
She's got feathers and I got some brown fur,
Dreaming ‘bout the giorno when te wake up and find,
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time,

If te could see that I'm the one who understands you,
Been here all...

Part 1 - The Lost Otter
Setting: A castello near the ocean on the Western U.S. Coast.
A King lontra continues to cerca for his wife, who suddenly disappeared years fa one night.
Unbeknownst to him, she would later bore a pup.
So, our story begins with him talking with his squire.
King Otter: "Oh squire, I have searched for years now, but still my wife... She is yet to be found."
Squire: "Don't give up your highness. There's still hope."
Before the King could answer, a messenger appeared.
Messenger: "Your majesty. I just received some wonderful news."
King Otter: "What is it, Leah (messenger's name)?"...

The leader pinguino doesn’t feel well. He has no other choice but to take a couple of days off. Fortunately, Marlene, Kowalski, Rico and Private are always there for him. Even the lemurs lean a hand:)

CHAPTER ONE: I feel sick

By the time he woke up he’d already realized there was something wrong. He didn’t feel like his usual self. His muscles were a bit sore, his head was aching and there was an unpleasant feeling deep down in his guts. As if he hadn’t been eating for months.
He glanced at the bacheca clock and gazed at horror. He couldn’t have overslept! The sight of Private waddling...

Meh. I feel like Scrivere one. Don't hurt me!(This is an odd human Anime version which please don't judge me. I was bored...Also. I tweaked a few things. You'll notice (^^) enjoy I guess (´ﾍ｀；)PS: I don't know what really anyone does in America. Since I live in Giappone (´д｀))
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"KOWALSKI!" Skipper busted into Kowalski's room. where Kowalski slept. Skipper ran over and slapped him upside the head. but it was a just a projector.
"Crap! Where is he?"
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"I had an er," Kowalski walked along side of Marlene "an extatic time with you... It was..."...

i do not own the PoM character's they belong to Dreamworks.
i do own the volpe character.

Chapter 1: The discovory

It was a normal, winter, Saturday morning in the central park zoo. today the zoo was closed which meant an early wake up call in the penguins habitat for some drills. all four penguins stood on the little island that floated in the middle of the habitat. Skipper, the leader of the group, was addressing orders on what the drills will be.

"All right men," Skipper called, as he faced his three commrades that were standing in front of him. " today we are going to do some combat drills-"...

Pluma was laying in her bed, thinking. Skipper didn't mostra her one of the habitats. Why? She hopped out of letto and shook Skipper. "Skipper! Wake up!" Pluma hissed. Skipper shook his head and got up. "Wha-is there an enemy attacking?"

Pluma shook her head. "Can te mostra me that one place te didn't mostra me?" She asked. Skipper's eyes bulged. "THAT one?" He shook his head."Negative," Pluma frowned. "And why not?" Skipper looked unconformable. At last, he threw his flippers up in defeat. "Alright! I'll do it...."
Pluma smiled.

King Julien cracked his finger knuckles. Then his neck and legs. "Maurice,...

"This is the lontra habitat, home to Marlene the otter," Skipper gestured to Marlene's place. "Nice slide," Pluma commented. Skipper rubbed is chin thoughtfully. "Yeah, te could say that about-"
"Hey, Skipper! What's up?" Marlene hopped down from the enclosure wall. She was about to sposta toward Skipper when she saw Pluma holding hands with him.

Marlene stared for a few moments. "Skipper? WHO. IS. THIS?" She asked through clenched teeth, holding down her anger. "This," Skipper gestured to Pluma, not seeming to notice Marlene's hostile glare. "is Pluma," Pluma waved and smiled. Marlene scowled...

Why Penguins of Madagascar is the greases mostra ever!

    Hello POM fans, now some of te people know me, and some of te don’t so let me induce myself. I’m Metallica1147, a big POM fan, and a huge Metallica fan J now I know that the Spongebob fan where supposed to write this since we won the fan fiction contest, but I don’t think they will so I deiced to make my own articolo of why this mostra is so great. After te read this, if te feel there was something I didn’t say in this article, and te think its important feel free to put in a commento what it was.

    Why...

k:kowalski r:rico s:skipper m:marlene

K: Yo, Rico, our mostra is about to come on!
R: Oky Doky!
( 10 minuites later)
K: Come on, what is taking so dang long?
R: Shut up, I comin!
K: Ok, but te beter hery up, o I will eat all the popcorn!
R: POPCORN!( he ran to Kowalski)
K: About time!
R: Shush!
( 2 minuties later)
K: Wait a sec, weres Skipper and Private?
R: Shh!
K: Well escuse me, I will find out my self!
R: Shhhh!
K: Rico, sometimes te can be very rude when it comes to your shows!
R: Nuh uh!
K: yes te do, te always....
S: Whats going on in here?
K: Nothing, Skipper.
S: Oh, ok... ooo popcorn!
K: Well, weres...

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Skipper climbed up the ladder and out of the fishbowl enterance. It must have been two in the morning, but he developed a sudden urge to visit Marlene. He walked through the darkness and neared the otter's exhibit. He was right up to the gate, when all the sudden he took a sharp turn to the right and started walking towards the gift shop.

What was he doing? Skipper felt like he couldn't control his actions. He couldn't turn around. It was like someone was pushing him, forcing him a different direction.

Skipper waddled up to the door. He was too short to open it. He just stood there and stared...

Skipper reluctantly climbed up the ladder, staring at the other two jealously (they had fallen asleep before he had even gotten to the superiore, in alto of the ladder). He was so distracted da making nasty faces at them that he nearly slipped and fell off. After he regained his balance, he decided it was best to concentrate on climbing.

He popped out of the hole and into the pinguino habitat, and immediately shivered. It was a very cold night and even though he was a penguin, he seemed to have little tolerance for the cold, presumably because he had been born and raised in warmer temperatures (see ‘Tagged’...

Chapter 3

“Unacceptable.” Skipper’s firm words crawled around the habitat like a monster searching for their deepest secrets. Skipper flippers where crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face, pointing towards Rico.

Rico sat with a deep frown on his face, his head lowered and his feet dangling while he sat on superiore, in alto of the concrete block. Skipper’s shadow seemed to tower over his own body, and made him feel quite small, compared to his leader, even if it was the other way around.

“But, Skippa. What did Rico do? He was just painting with Marlene, is all.” Private began defending...

‘AUDITIONS TONIGHT’ read a big sign positioned over the fontana in the zoo plaza. A crude tavolo had been positioned in front of the fountain, at which sat Mason and Phil. Large piles of papers were stacked all over the tavolo and a huge line was assembled in front of it. Every few seconds, one of the animali in the line would hand one of the chimps a piece of paper, which they would promptly glance at and stack on superiore, in alto of one of their piles. Then the animal would go up onto the side of the fontana and sing a song of their choice from The Barber of Seville for the judges, the chimps and...