Antarctica
Skipper: *waddling along a long way behind the rest of the migrating penguins (however they can be seen on the horizon)*
Why did this have to happen? It's all my fault. If I hadn't passed out there may have been some hope for them. Why'd they have to go & save my life. It should've been me. Why, oh, why wasn't it me...
*frustrated & angry he sits down in the snow...just thinking...& starts weeping again*
(????): "What's the matter, cupcake?"
Skipper: *looks up at the pinguino standing over him* "Who are you?"
(????): "My name is Buck Rockgut. What seems to be the problem?"
Skipper: "My parents were just killed da a leopard seal...& it's all my fault."
Buck: "Your fault? Why is it your fault? Did te ask the foca, guarnizione to attack your parents?"
Skipper: "No, but--"
Buck: "No buts! te did not cause that attack. Leopard seals are just dangerous carnivores. te are not to blame for that."
Skipper: *sigh* "I suppose your right. Why are te here?"
Buck: "I just saw ya here. Thought I'd see what the dealeo was. Name?"
Skipper: "Skipper, Mr. Rockgut."
Buck: "That's Buck to te soldier. No need for formalities here."
Skipper: "OK...Buck. What am I supposed to do now?"
Buck: "We should get going."
Skipper: "Back to the migration?"
Buck: "Negative. I'm gonna mostra te something. Something that might keep your mind off your problems."
Skipper: *follows Buck*
Buck: *leads him into a cave*
Skipper: "What are we doing here? Why don't te want to migrate?"
Buck: "Listen caramelle corn! Do te want to keep your mind off your parents o not?"
Skipper: *nods head slowly*
Buck: "OK then. Listen up. I am what te call a secret agent. Do te know what that is?"
Skipper: "Well, yeah. I've heard rumors that penguins in our rookery have been chosen to be agents to help protect the flock. Only no one knows who they are. You're one of them?"
Buck: "Yep. And now I'm gonna teach te how to be one."
Skipper: "Me? A secret agent? How am I supposed to do that?"
Buck: "I saw how te handled a few of them ice burgs when te were throwing your little mantrums. Like this morning. te tore the crap out of it. There were icicles everywhere after te finished. We could use someone like you."
Skipper: "But I'm only 12 years old! That's against the rules!"
Buck: "Who says I'm one to follow the rules?"
Skipper: "...Um...I...There..."
Buck: "Stop 'stuttering & spit it out ya small potato!"
Skipper: "...Um...Fine. What do I have to do?"
2 Years Later...
*Buck & Skipper outside practicing*
Skipper: "HIYAH! HA! HO!" *kicking & punching an iceburg, he jumps, turns, & kicks the iceburg with all his strength, causing many icicles to break off & fly out*
Buck: "Now that's what I'm talkin' about. These past 2 years have been good to you."
Skipper: "Affirmative."
Buck: "Now that your training is complete, do whatever te want. But te step out a line even an inch...I'll take te down. te hear me?!"
Skipper: "Affirmative, sir."
Buck: "The flock will be back in T minus 2 months. That is if te want to unisciti them again."
Skipper: "...Maybe."
Buck: *salutes & leaves him*
To Be Continued...
Skipper: *waddling along a long way behind the rest of the migrating penguins (however they can be seen on the horizon)*
Why did this have to happen? It's all my fault. If I hadn't passed out there may have been some hope for them. Why'd they have to go & save my life. It should've been me. Why, oh, why wasn't it me...
*frustrated & angry he sits down in the snow...just thinking...& starts weeping again*
(????): "What's the matter, cupcake?"
Skipper: *looks up at the pinguino standing over him* "Who are you?"
(????): "My name is Buck Rockgut. What seems to be the problem?"
Skipper: "My parents were just killed da a leopard seal...& it's all my fault."
Buck: "Your fault? Why is it your fault? Did te ask the foca, guarnizione to attack your parents?"
Skipper: "No, but--"
Buck: "No buts! te did not cause that attack. Leopard seals are just dangerous carnivores. te are not to blame for that."
Skipper: *sigh* "I suppose your right. Why are te here?"
Buck: "I just saw ya here. Thought I'd see what the dealeo was. Name?"
Skipper: "Skipper, Mr. Rockgut."
Buck: "That's Buck to te soldier. No need for formalities here."
Skipper: "OK...Buck. What am I supposed to do now?"
Buck: "We should get going."
Skipper: "Back to the migration?"
Buck: "Negative. I'm gonna mostra te something. Something that might keep your mind off your problems."
Skipper: *follows Buck*
Buck: *leads him into a cave*
Skipper: "What are we doing here? Why don't te want to migrate?"
Buck: "Listen caramelle corn! Do te want to keep your mind off your parents o not?"
Skipper: *nods head slowly*
Buck: "OK then. Listen up. I am what te call a secret agent. Do te know what that is?"
Skipper: "Well, yeah. I've heard rumors that penguins in our rookery have been chosen to be agents to help protect the flock. Only no one knows who they are. You're one of them?"
Buck: "Yep. And now I'm gonna teach te how to be one."
Skipper: "Me? A secret agent? How am I supposed to do that?"
Buck: "I saw how te handled a few of them ice burgs when te were throwing your little mantrums. Like this morning. te tore the crap out of it. There were icicles everywhere after te finished. We could use someone like you."
Skipper: "But I'm only 12 years old! That's against the rules!"
Buck: "Who says I'm one to follow the rules?"
Skipper: "...Um...I...There..."
Buck: "Stop 'stuttering & spit it out ya small potato!"
Skipper: "...Um...Fine. What do I have to do?"
2 Years Later...
*Buck & Skipper outside practicing*
Skipper: "HIYAH! HA! HO!" *kicking & punching an iceburg, he jumps, turns, & kicks the iceburg with all his strength, causing many icicles to break off & fly out*
Buck: "Now that's what I'm talkin' about. These past 2 years have been good to you."
Skipper: "Affirmative."
Buck: "Now that your training is complete, do whatever te want. But te step out a line even an inch...I'll take te down. te hear me?!"
Skipper: "Affirmative, sir."
Buck: "The flock will be back in T minus 2 months. That is if te want to unisciti them again."
Skipper: "...Maybe."
Buck: *salutes & leaves him*
To Be Continued...
SIDE EFFECTS OF WATCHING THE PENGUINS OF MADAGASCAR MAY INCLUDE:
--Your eyes may explode from too much awesomeness
--You may become so obsessed with the mostra te will dedicate your whole life to it
--You may become a sofa spud because te will watch the mostra nonstop for literally 24/7
--You may form your own commando team & put yourself & others in mortifying danger
--You may cause yourself to never speak again because te will try to be like Rico
--Your house may explode because te will try to make inventions like Kowalski
--Strained eyes because te will be watching the mostra with tape holding up your eyelids so te don't miss a thing
Hospitals worldwide & Insurance agencies worldwide are not responsible for any of these occurances.
--Your eyes may explode from too much awesomeness
--You may become so obsessed with the mostra te will dedicate your whole life to it
--You may become a sofa spud because te will watch the mostra nonstop for literally 24/7
--You may form your own commando team & put yourself & others in mortifying danger
--You may cause yourself to never speak again because te will try to be like Rico
--Your house may explode because te will try to make inventions like Kowalski
--Strained eyes because te will be watching the mostra with tape holding up your eyelids so te don't miss a thing
Hospitals worldwide & Insurance agencies worldwide are not responsible for any of these occurances.