Chapter One: A New Friend for Private
A young pingüino, pingüino de was creeping along in the shadows, breathing heavily, trying to stay hidden. He looked around the corner only to see nothing. He tobogganed to the siguiente wall. Almost there, the pingüino, pingüino de thought. He froze in his tracks when he heard footsteps, quickly pressing himself against the cold concrete wall, hoping that the person wouldn't see him. Unfortunately, luck wasn't with him, and a pingüino, pingüino de saw him.
"Hey, guys! Look!" the pingüino, pingüino de yelled, pulling the frightened bird from the shadows. "I found him!"
A group of penguins formed around the two, closing in around them, yelling at the helpless pingüino, pingüino de in the stronger one's grasp.
"Where's that pescado tu promised me?" the bigger pingüino, pingüino de sneered.
"I don't have any," the pingüino, pingüino de whimpered. "There was only enough for me. I ate it all, Snapper."
"You know what that means, don't you?" pargo said, lifting the scared from the scruff of the penguin's neck.
Snapper threw the small pingüino, pingüino de to the ground, hard. He pounced on the penguin, throwing punches wherever he could, mostly his face and chest.
All the small pingüino, pingüino de could do was scream. He couldn't fight back; he didn't know how, and even if he did, he would just get bullied worse. Everyone seemed to be against him. No one ever cared. All he ever felt was pain; pain and hatred. Just as he was bracing himself for another punch, he heard someone yell.
"Hey, leave him alone! Get away!" a voice yelled. The crowd immediately dispersed, everyone running in different directions. A rather small pingüino, pingüino de came stomping over, looking extremely angry. "You!" he yelled, pointing at Snapper. "Get off of him!"
Snapper stood up, holding the pingüino, pingüino de forcefully por his flipper. "And just who do tu think tu are?" he asked angrily.
"A military officer," the pingüino, pingüino de answered with authority. "And if tu don't get off him, I'll have to reportar tu for physical abuse."
Without anymore questions, pargo quickly ran off, releasing the bird. The officer waddled to the small penguin's side, a concerned look drawn upon his face. "You okay?" he asked.
"I hurt," he moaned, clutching his right flipper.
"What's your name?"
"I don't have a name. No one ever named me."
"You can call me Skipper, and I'll call tu Private, 'kay?"
Skipper carefully picked the newly named pingüino, pingüino de up and started walking away. The only injuries Private seemed to have was a black eye, a few bruises, and maybe a broken wing. He was no medic, so he couldn't be sure. The child looked extremely young, as he still had most of his down feathers. Skipper sighed sadly. He's too young for this, the officer thought. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Private ask, "Where are tu taking me?"
The pregunta caught Skipper por surprise. He glanced down at the child, who was staring at him curiously. "Uh, to the animal hospital, why?" dicho Skipper.
"I was just wondering," came the reply. Private mentally slapped himself. What a stupid pregunta to ask! Where else would he be taking him?
They were silent for a while, the only sounds were the footsteps of the pingüino, pingüino de and the normal sounds of the city. Skipper stopped when he heard a quiet, almost inaudible sob. He curiously looked at Private, who was crying.
"What's wrong?" the older pingüino, pingüino de asked. Private's head flashed up in a moment with fear in his eyes. He slowly turned to the officer, tears streaming down his face. His sobbing increased, as he laid his head on the officer's chest.
"Hey, what's wrong?" the pingüino, pingüino de repeated, más demanding this time.
"Just leave me here," Private cried.
"Why?"
The young pingüino, pingüino de drew in a breath sharply, "Just do it. I-I... I don't wanna be bullied. If tu take me to the hospital, their bullying will increase even more."
"Why don't tu fight them back?!" Skipper demanded.
"That's the problem! I don't know how!" Private yelled. "Even if I did, I'm no match for them if they all team up against me, which they do a lot."
The officer sighed and set Private down into a sitting position. He sat down siguiente to him, shaking his head. "Listen kid, if you're gonna survive in this world, tu gotta know how to defend yourself. Do tu think I didn't get my fair share of bullying when I was little? The only thing that would stop 'em was to fight back."
"My mum dicho tu shouldn't settle a fight with violence," Private sniffed.
"Sometimes tu have to," Skipper dicho quietly, patting Private's back assuringly. "Tell tu what: I'm searching for a team to help me with my mission. If I teach tu how to fight, will tu help me?"
Private's face lit up immediately. An actual, real mission? And he was asked to help? It was to good to be true for the young Private. He would finally have a purpose.
"I'll be glad to help!" Private cried, hugging the shocked Skipper. Skipper wasn't one for compassion. He stiffly wrapped his flipper's around the small child. "Thank you, Skippah!"
"Um, you're welcome?" Skipper dicho unsurely. "I'm still gonna have to take tu to the hospital, tu know."
"Okay!" Private replied cheerfully. He released himself from Skipper, clearly happy.
Skipper shrugged it off. He scooped Private up, continuing on the the hospital.
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Okay, I'm not satisfied with this, but I don't think this is the final product. I'm still working on it. ^^ Please enjoy the first chapter of my story!
A young pingüino, pingüino de was creeping along in the shadows, breathing heavily, trying to stay hidden. He looked around the corner only to see nothing. He tobogganed to the siguiente wall. Almost there, the pingüino, pingüino de thought. He froze in his tracks when he heard footsteps, quickly pressing himself against the cold concrete wall, hoping that the person wouldn't see him. Unfortunately, luck wasn't with him, and a pingüino, pingüino de saw him.
"Hey, guys! Look!" the pingüino, pingüino de yelled, pulling the frightened bird from the shadows. "I found him!"
A group of penguins formed around the two, closing in around them, yelling at the helpless pingüino, pingüino de in the stronger one's grasp.
"Where's that pescado tu promised me?" the bigger pingüino, pingüino de sneered.
"I don't have any," the pingüino, pingüino de whimpered. "There was only enough for me. I ate it all, Snapper."
"You know what that means, don't you?" pargo said, lifting the scared from the scruff of the penguin's neck.
Snapper threw the small pingüino, pingüino de to the ground, hard. He pounced on the penguin, throwing punches wherever he could, mostly his face and chest.
All the small pingüino, pingüino de could do was scream. He couldn't fight back; he didn't know how, and even if he did, he would just get bullied worse. Everyone seemed to be against him. No one ever cared. All he ever felt was pain; pain and hatred. Just as he was bracing himself for another punch, he heard someone yell.
"Hey, leave him alone! Get away!" a voice yelled. The crowd immediately dispersed, everyone running in different directions. A rather small pingüino, pingüino de came stomping over, looking extremely angry. "You!" he yelled, pointing at Snapper. "Get off of him!"
Snapper stood up, holding the pingüino, pingüino de forcefully por his flipper. "And just who do tu think tu are?" he asked angrily.
"A military officer," the pingüino, pingüino de answered with authority. "And if tu don't get off him, I'll have to reportar tu for physical abuse."
Without anymore questions, pargo quickly ran off, releasing the bird. The officer waddled to the small penguin's side, a concerned look drawn upon his face. "You okay?" he asked.
"I hurt," he moaned, clutching his right flipper.
"What's your name?"
"I don't have a name. No one ever named me."
"You can call me Skipper, and I'll call tu Private, 'kay?"
Skipper carefully picked the newly named pingüino, pingüino de up and started walking away. The only injuries Private seemed to have was a black eye, a few bruises, and maybe a broken wing. He was no medic, so he couldn't be sure. The child looked extremely young, as he still had most of his down feathers. Skipper sighed sadly. He's too young for this, the officer thought. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Private ask, "Where are tu taking me?"
The pregunta caught Skipper por surprise. He glanced down at the child, who was staring at him curiously. "Uh, to the animal hospital, why?" dicho Skipper.
"I was just wondering," came the reply. Private mentally slapped himself. What a stupid pregunta to ask! Where else would he be taking him?
They were silent for a while, the only sounds were the footsteps of the pingüino, pingüino de and the normal sounds of the city. Skipper stopped when he heard a quiet, almost inaudible sob. He curiously looked at Private, who was crying.
"What's wrong?" the older pingüino, pingüino de asked. Private's head flashed up in a moment with fear in his eyes. He slowly turned to the officer, tears streaming down his face. His sobbing increased, as he laid his head on the officer's chest.
"Hey, what's wrong?" the pingüino, pingüino de repeated, más demanding this time.
"Just leave me here," Private cried.
"Why?"
The young pingüino, pingüino de drew in a breath sharply, "Just do it. I-I... I don't wanna be bullied. If tu take me to the hospital, their bullying will increase even more."
"Why don't tu fight them back?!" Skipper demanded.
"That's the problem! I don't know how!" Private yelled. "Even if I did, I'm no match for them if they all team up against me, which they do a lot."
The officer sighed and set Private down into a sitting position. He sat down siguiente to him, shaking his head. "Listen kid, if you're gonna survive in this world, tu gotta know how to defend yourself. Do tu think I didn't get my fair share of bullying when I was little? The only thing that would stop 'em was to fight back."
"My mum dicho tu shouldn't settle a fight with violence," Private sniffed.
"Sometimes tu have to," Skipper dicho quietly, patting Private's back assuringly. "Tell tu what: I'm searching for a team to help me with my mission. If I teach tu how to fight, will tu help me?"
Private's face lit up immediately. An actual, real mission? And he was asked to help? It was to good to be true for the young Private. He would finally have a purpose.
"I'll be glad to help!" Private cried, hugging the shocked Skipper. Skipper wasn't one for compassion. He stiffly wrapped his flipper's around the small child. "Thank you, Skippah!"
"Um, you're welcome?" Skipper dicho unsurely. "I'm still gonna have to take tu to the hospital, tu know."
"Okay!" Private replied cheerfully. He released himself from Skipper, clearly happy.
Skipper shrugged it off. He scooped Private up, continuing on the the hospital.
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Okay, I'm not satisfied with this, but I don't think this is the final product. I'm still working on it. ^^ Please enjoy the first chapter of my story!
All Right, I was Wacthing Spongebob then It showed This Announcement On The Bottom That Said
"A Week Of Brand New Penguins! Starts This Monday On Nick!"
So It's Gonna Be Awesome!!!
The One On Monday Is About Julien Moving To The Petting Zoo So The Penguins Gotta Break Them Out!!!
There Are Like 8 o Nine Other Episodes To Be Shown So Don't Forget To Watch Them On Nickelodeon
Nick Nick Nick Nick Nick Nick Nick Nick! Nickelodeon!!!!!
"Because It Is The Pepole's Money!"
-Ryan Styles
"A Week Of Brand New Penguins! Starts This Monday On Nick!"
So It's Gonna Be Awesome!!!
The One On Monday Is About Julien Moving To The Petting Zoo So The Penguins Gotta Break Them Out!!!
There Are Like 8 o Nine Other Episodes To Be Shown So Don't Forget To Watch Them On Nickelodeon
Nick Nick Nick Nick Nick Nick Nick Nick! Nickelodeon!!!!!
"Because It Is The Pepole's Money!"
-Ryan Styles
Place: Somewhere hidden in the zoo.
Time:11:25 am
Have:Hey Rico, tu needed me?
Rico: ehy sjadgldyusdascsdk.(Hey Have I dare tu to dive in this goo, i think it is.)
Have:...No.
Rico: ucfaucfdsahvfihsdiu.(I'll give tu $10.)
Have:OK. :D
(Have dives in goo.)
Have: give me my $10
(Rico regurgitate $10)
Part1
Place:Central Park Zoo(Penguin habitat)
Time:11:30
Have:Hey Kowalski.
(Kowalski turns around)
Kowalski:what is that on you?
Have:I don't know but someone dared me to dive into a pool of goo for $10 and I wanted to know if it's radioactive o not.
(Kowalski scan Have's body and poke the remaining goo with a stick)
Kowalski:Oh Man!
(Kowalski leaded Have to the Lab)
Private:What's wrong with Have?
Kowalski:Someone dared Have to dive into strange goo..That..I..can't figure out...
Skipper: Who would do such a thing?!
(Rico Looked guilty)
Kowalski:Anyway we should go on the day.
(End of part one part two coming soon.)