I thought I'd give it a go at a "Human" Penguins fan-fiction. This is a trial run.
Let me know what tu think.
In the corazón of Manhattan, near Central Park, is a strange apartment complex. The Apartment Menagerie is made of brick, a century old, and placed between two shiny sky-scrapers. The windows all have black bars, the twenty-three stories are all crooked, and the newest addition of a Madagascar Baobab árbol sits atop the twenty-third floor.
But it also had an indoor swimming pool in need of a lifegaurd, which was what brought Marlene DeOdder to it's arched gate-way. She walked up to the help-desk and hesitated before ringing the bell. It was several minutos before anyone came.
An older woman in a worn yellow uniform finally came in and slumped into the seat.
" Hello. I'm Alice. I'm the secretary. And head Janitor. And the co-landlady. Can I help you?" She asked as she began typing on the old model computer.
Marlene smiled widely and extended one gloved hand.
" Hi, I'm Marlene DeOdder and...well" She dicho as she put her hand down." I saw the want ad for a life-gaurd, and I happed to be certified! I'm also here for room and board...all of my info is here. " She pulled several crinkled papers out of her fabric bolso, monedero and handed them to Alice. Alice slowly took them with a sigh and began to slowly thumb through them. Marlene put her hands in her hoodie's pockets and waited.
" Seems legit. tu got the job. It comes with discounted room and board too. " She said. " Glad tu came too. Iv'e been getting complaints from some...other tenants."
Alice's tone concerned Marlene. " Oth-Other tenants?"
Alice shrugged and continued typing. " Weird bunch. Dress in uniform, brothers o something. Ex-FBI I think....there. You're all set up. Here's your key. Your room is O1-3 on level 23, parte superior, arriba floor."
Marlene took the key and thanked Alice, who responded with a grunt and continued typing.
She grabbed her suitcases and went towards the elevator...which was marked out of order.
" Well...nothing like some exercise then..." she murmured with a forced smile as she began the long trek up the stairs with her burdens.
...
" I hate stairs! " She dicho once she reached level 17. She dropped her suitcases and sat against the wall, breathing heavily. Suddenly she heard a fast thumping that wasn't her heart.
" Come on tu sissies, it's only our fifteenth time up and down this sucker!" A loud voice echoed up the stairs.
" Aye-Aye Skipper!" Three voices sounded off in unison. The Thumping grew louder, until she saw a very well-built man in a tank, camouflage pants, run up the parte superior, arriba of the stairs, his two dog-tags jangling as he ran. He stopped as soon as he saw Marlene and her over-packed suitcases. Before she had a chance to speak Skipper called down the stairs.
" Men, we have a Code 75 on Level 17. Commence Operation D.I.D!"
Immediately three similarily dressed men jumped the railway, snatched up the suitcases, and stood at attention.
" Burdens secured Skipper!" The smallest one dicho as he adjusted his load.
" Excellent. Kowalski, check the physical condition of the civilian D.I.D....and run a background check while tu are at it. Tell me who this damsel is. "
Marlene was already standing. " Um, Thanks but I don't think that..."
" Stand still, please, Madam." The tallest man dicho as he pulled out a smart-phone, which emitted a scan-light.
" Processing" He said. " processing... still Processing. Gah, curse this wi-fi connection!"
He placed a hand on his hip and tapped his foot impatiently. Marlene noticed that despite having run extensively he was hardly out of breath, his hair was nearly perfect, and he hardly looked sweaty. How often did these guys work out?!
After a few moments she cleared her throat.
" Um...You know I really appreciate the help but the background check isn't necessary, I'm Mar-..."
Skipper whipped around and came to eye-level with her, and uncomfortably close.
" Oh really? Just ask Mannfredi and Johnson. Oh, tu can't. They didn't run the background check on their D.I.D's. Rico tell the lady what happened."
The huge, leering figure grinned grimly and began to wildly jump around the floor and give out unholy screams and terrible noises from his mouth, ending with a disturbingly realistic death-rattle.
" Oh. Um. Okay. I wasn't planning on sleeping tonight anyway." Marlene managed to say in her shock.
Rico shrugged and muttered something that sounded like "tough crowd". Then he merely stared off into the distance, stroking the long scar on the right side of his face.
" A-hah! Skipper this is Marlene DeOdder. She hails originally from California and moved here for a change of scenery and the fact that she was unfairly cut from her last line of work. She works as a free-lance graphic designer and studio artist but has has several laborious jobs requiring both intelligence and skill, and is now employed here as the life-gaurd. No affiliations with any known enemies of the state o the PNGN Agency. Her room number is O1-3 on level twenty-three."
" Well, in that case, welcome to the Menagerie Apartments! Private, Kowalski, Rico, escort the D.I.D's baggage up to her room, I'll escort the D. I. D."
Private, Kowalski, and Rico saluted, grabbed the luggage and raced up the stairs.
" Last one up is a silly-billy ding-dong!" Private dicho as he began trotting up the stairs.
Rico gracefully tripped Private up a step and then blew a terrific frambuesa at him.
" Hey, w-wait up!" He dicho as he bounded up and ran after them.
" Those knuckleheads." Skipper dicho with a chuckle. Marlene gave a little laugh. Sure, they seemed eccentric but she could see herself being friends with these guys.
" All right, time to escort you, Damsel in Distress." He dicho as he easily picked her up and slung her across his shoulder. " Just stay calm and I'll have tu inicial in no time with a low risk of injury!"
" Whoa, wait. what?" She protested. " Put me down...wait a minute...I'm the Damsel in Distress!? ARE tu EVEN LISTENING?"
He paid her no attention as he bounded up the stairs. She sighed and shook her head.
" I wonder if it was ever a good idea to leave California at all. "
Let me know what tu think.
In the corazón of Manhattan, near Central Park, is a strange apartment complex. The Apartment Menagerie is made of brick, a century old, and placed between two shiny sky-scrapers. The windows all have black bars, the twenty-three stories are all crooked, and the newest addition of a Madagascar Baobab árbol sits atop the twenty-third floor.
But it also had an indoor swimming pool in need of a lifegaurd, which was what brought Marlene DeOdder to it's arched gate-way. She walked up to the help-desk and hesitated before ringing the bell. It was several minutos before anyone came.
An older woman in a worn yellow uniform finally came in and slumped into the seat.
" Hello. I'm Alice. I'm the secretary. And head Janitor. And the co-landlady. Can I help you?" She asked as she began typing on the old model computer.
Marlene smiled widely and extended one gloved hand.
" Hi, I'm Marlene DeOdder and...well" She dicho as she put her hand down." I saw the want ad for a life-gaurd, and I happed to be certified! I'm also here for room and board...all of my info is here. " She pulled several crinkled papers out of her fabric bolso, monedero and handed them to Alice. Alice slowly took them with a sigh and began to slowly thumb through them. Marlene put her hands in her hoodie's pockets and waited.
" Seems legit. tu got the job. It comes with discounted room and board too. " She said. " Glad tu came too. Iv'e been getting complaints from some...other tenants."
Alice's tone concerned Marlene. " Oth-Other tenants?"
Alice shrugged and continued typing. " Weird bunch. Dress in uniform, brothers o something. Ex-FBI I think....there. You're all set up. Here's your key. Your room is O1-3 on level 23, parte superior, arriba floor."
Marlene took the key and thanked Alice, who responded with a grunt and continued typing.
She grabbed her suitcases and went towards the elevator...which was marked out of order.
" Well...nothing like some exercise then..." she murmured with a forced smile as she began the long trek up the stairs with her burdens.
...
" I hate stairs! " She dicho once she reached level 17. She dropped her suitcases and sat against the wall, breathing heavily. Suddenly she heard a fast thumping that wasn't her heart.
" Come on tu sissies, it's only our fifteenth time up and down this sucker!" A loud voice echoed up the stairs.
" Aye-Aye Skipper!" Three voices sounded off in unison. The Thumping grew louder, until she saw a very well-built man in a tank, camouflage pants, run up the parte superior, arriba of the stairs, his two dog-tags jangling as he ran. He stopped as soon as he saw Marlene and her over-packed suitcases. Before she had a chance to speak Skipper called down the stairs.
" Men, we have a Code 75 on Level 17. Commence Operation D.I.D!"
Immediately three similarily dressed men jumped the railway, snatched up the suitcases, and stood at attention.
" Burdens secured Skipper!" The smallest one dicho as he adjusted his load.
" Excellent. Kowalski, check the physical condition of the civilian D.I.D....and run a background check while tu are at it. Tell me who this damsel is. "
Marlene was already standing. " Um, Thanks but I don't think that..."
" Stand still, please, Madam." The tallest man dicho as he pulled out a smart-phone, which emitted a scan-light.
" Processing" He said. " processing... still Processing. Gah, curse this wi-fi connection!"
He placed a hand on his hip and tapped his foot impatiently. Marlene noticed that despite having run extensively he was hardly out of breath, his hair was nearly perfect, and he hardly looked sweaty. How often did these guys work out?!
After a few moments she cleared her throat.
" Um...You know I really appreciate the help but the background check isn't necessary, I'm Mar-..."
Skipper whipped around and came to eye-level with her, and uncomfortably close.
" Oh really? Just ask Mannfredi and Johnson. Oh, tu can't. They didn't run the background check on their D.I.D's. Rico tell the lady what happened."
The huge, leering figure grinned grimly and began to wildly jump around the floor and give out unholy screams and terrible noises from his mouth, ending with a disturbingly realistic death-rattle.
" Oh. Um. Okay. I wasn't planning on sleeping tonight anyway." Marlene managed to say in her shock.
Rico shrugged and muttered something that sounded like "tough crowd". Then he merely stared off into the distance, stroking the long scar on the right side of his face.
" A-hah! Skipper this is Marlene DeOdder. She hails originally from California and moved here for a change of scenery and the fact that she was unfairly cut from her last line of work. She works as a free-lance graphic designer and studio artist but has has several laborious jobs requiring both intelligence and skill, and is now employed here as the life-gaurd. No affiliations with any known enemies of the state o the PNGN Agency. Her room number is O1-3 on level twenty-three."
" Well, in that case, welcome to the Menagerie Apartments! Private, Kowalski, Rico, escort the D.I.D's baggage up to her room, I'll escort the D. I. D."
Private, Kowalski, and Rico saluted, grabbed the luggage and raced up the stairs.
" Last one up is a silly-billy ding-dong!" Private dicho as he began trotting up the stairs.
Rico gracefully tripped Private up a step and then blew a terrific frambuesa at him.
" Hey, w-wait up!" He dicho as he bounded up and ran after them.
" Those knuckleheads." Skipper dicho with a chuckle. Marlene gave a little laugh. Sure, they seemed eccentric but she could see herself being friends with these guys.
" All right, time to escort you, Damsel in Distress." He dicho as he easily picked her up and slung her across his shoulder. " Just stay calm and I'll have tu inicial in no time with a low risk of injury!"
" Whoa, wait. what?" She protested. " Put me down...wait a minute...I'm the Damsel in Distress!? ARE tu EVEN LISTENING?"
He paid her no attention as he bounded up the stairs. She sighed and shook her head.
" I wonder if it was ever a good idea to leave California at all. "
Dearest Penguins,
WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?! tu took away all our hardly worked profits from performing songs on television. So I've come to announce that your annual fee of "borrowing money" is about 2 million dollars. Oh yes, I almost forgot about Kowalski's latest attempts to attract Doris... again, which is another 2000 dollars. Anyhow, try to be normal penguins for once and return the fees of money.
From,Your friends At Hoboken. PS Savio is still seeking revenge :P
Dear Hobokeneers,
See tu on the little floating zoo in the sky!
From, HIGHLY CLASSIFIED PS You've made a bid mistake!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)
WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?! tu took away all our hardly worked profits from performing songs on television. So I've come to announce that your annual fee of "borrowing money" is about 2 million dollars. Oh yes, I almost forgot about Kowalski's latest attempts to attract Doris... again, which is another 2000 dollars. Anyhow, try to be normal penguins for once and return the fees of money.
From,Your friends At Hoboken. PS Savio is still seeking revenge :P
Dear Hobokeneers,
See tu on the little floating zoo in the sky!
From, HIGHLY CLASSIFIED PS You've made a bid mistake!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)
Doris please read this!!Anyone can read it too
The scientist's amor has departed
As both of our worlds go by
Every single nanosecond
I think of tu día and night
In my corazón there is no that is second
You'll always be the manzana, apple of my eye
I'll buscar the world
Near and far then high and low
My amor will show
Just to hold tu gently
Don't want to let tu go
I need a moment in my life
To be with you, I'll be true
Without realizing our isolation
With amor and Science
I am deeply torn por desperation
In every experimentation
You're an inspiration
Besides the problems and life collisions
Like Skipper dicho " You're a distraction"
Now we're inter-vented
And separated for good
Up to now my amor has departed
But.. Still "I'm screwed"
We're like fragments that were split
o gas molecules, so far away
Now, I'm broken in tiny bits
But deep inside my heart
Your loving silhouette will stay
The scientist's amor has departed
As both of our worlds go by
Every single nanosecond
I think of tu día and night
In my corazón there is no that is second
You'll always be the manzana, apple of my eye
I'll buscar the world
Near and far then high and low
My amor will show
Just to hold tu gently
Don't want to let tu go
I need a moment in my life
To be with you, I'll be true
Without realizing our isolation
With amor and Science
I am deeply torn por desperation
In every experimentation
You're an inspiration
Besides the problems and life collisions
Like Skipper dicho " You're a distraction"
Now we're inter-vented
And separated for good
Up to now my amor has departed
But.. Still "I'm screwed"
We're like fragments that were split
o gas molecules, so far away
Now, I'm broken in tiny bits
But deep inside my heart
Your loving silhouette will stay
Harry:well it's not every día u puñetazo, ponche a lémur, lemur
Alex:*gasp* RON AND HERMIONE!!!!!
Harry:they must be looking 4 us
Alex:bye guys,it was nice meeting u!
(upside)
Ron:where the heck have u been?
Alex:I was......um.....looking....for my Wand yeah that's it my wand right Harry?
Harry:uh?oh yeah her wand
Hermione:alright came on let's head inicial
Alex:okay
(at home)
Sirius:so how was the zoo?
Hermione:Alex lost her wand but found it
Sirius:YOU lost YOUR WAND AT TGE ZOO!
Alex:hey I found it right
(at the HQ)
Private:skippah,don't u think we should do u know ask pregunta Harry and Alexandra
Skipper:young private that's there choice
Alex:*gasp* RON AND HERMIONE!!!!!
Harry:they must be looking 4 us
Alex:bye guys,it was nice meeting u!
(upside)
Ron:where the heck have u been?
Alex:I was......um.....looking....for my Wand yeah that's it my wand right Harry?
Harry:uh?oh yeah her wand
Hermione:alright came on let's head inicial
Alex:okay
(at home)
Sirius:so how was the zoo?
Hermione:Alex lost her wand but found it
Sirius:YOU lost YOUR WAND AT TGE ZOO!
Alex:hey I found it right
(at the HQ)
Private:skippah,don't u think we should do u know ask pregunta Harry and Alexandra
Skipper:young private that's there choice