“I wonder what’s taking him so long,” Marlene mumbled to herself. She was sprawled out across her bed, staring up at the ceiling of her habitat, thinking about Skipper. She checked the clock, “it’s been almost an hour. I hope his team took it well.”

Marlene began to get anxious, not because she wanted to know what the other penguins thought of their relationship, but because she wanted to see Skipper again. Ever since the first time she laid eyes on the strapping pingüino, pingüino de she knew that there was something about him that attracted her to him. It could have been his sleek black and...

Note To Self,

It’s been nearly a month. I’m not sure what happened, but Skipper is in the worst shape of his life. Private and I have both made various attempts to talk to him, but he refuses to say a word. On another note, he won’t eat his fish, anymore. Private tells me that he somehow feels responsible. I somehow doubt it. But, with the way things are looking, who knows what’s wrong with Skipper? I only wish that he would tell me something. It wouldn’t even have to be about this situation. I simply need to know if he’s still sane.

Besides, he’s starting to frighten Private....

“What’s going on, Skippa?” Private appeared from behind the conversing crowd that had gathered near the fishbowl ladder. This cluster of animales now included the four penguins and Marlene, who appeared to have brought along some important news.

“We’ve received word that Alice and her coworkers are planning some sort of diabolical meeting at the Zoovenir.” Kowalski answered, instead. Marlene was quick to intervene, though.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! I did not say anything about it being diabolical!” the nutria claimed with her hands of her hips. She had only been there for probably 8 minutes...

s=skipper,k=kowalski,p=privat,D:derater
The Hidden
take one action
S:Pop examen troups what can't we trust?
K:...What?(every body looks at him)what are we rolling?
S:Aaa kinda!
K:Ow sarry sarry aaa can we restart that?
Good again sarry.

take two and action
S:Pop examen troups what...what aaaa? whats my lines again?
P:(he wispers to skipper)What can't we trust.
S:we can't trust needals thats for shore.
K:I think he means thats your lines.
S:Ow can we restart agian.
D:Alright lets take it froom the parte superior, arriba then.

take three and action
S:Pop examen troups what can't we trust?
K:Three día old sterfy moombeens.
S:Right? What...

This is really kind of for my benefit, so I can have a quick way to get to my ff's, but I put a brief descripción in case you're interested.

Although, I highly recommend tu redirect to my FanFiction account to see revised and improved versions of these stories if tu plan on lectura them. Additionally, I have officially stopped posting my stories on fanpop as of June 30, 2017, so there are chapters, installments, and other stories that will not be here. To see my full archive, click link to see my fanfiction.net account. tu can post a guest review if tu don't have an account (please do!)....

Note: So, I found this site that would write a story for tu if tu just filled in the information and I did it for the heck of it. The result was just too funny NOT to share. I hope tu get a good kick out of this like I did.

Two Spiteful Uncles Thinking to the Beat
A Short Story
by peacebaby7

Dave the Octopus looked at the giant map in his hands and felt happy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his tense surroundings. He had always loved cold a submarine with its muddy, miniature metal walls. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance,...

Dream 02.13.15

Note: Well, anyone who knows me had to know I was going to do a Skilene one eventually. Happy Valentine’s!

— § —

Unable to sleep, Skipper pulled himself topside for some fresh air. He had that nightmare again, the same one he’d been having every night for a week. He hadn’t told anyone about it yet—partly because it was really disturbing him, and partly because he didn’t want anybody worrying about him.

He ran his flippers over his face and knelt por the pool to look at his reflection. He could tell that he was tired with the circles around his eyes. The team had seemed...

Insanity 02.02.15

Warning: This chapter is rated T for some disturbing images. If tu want to ask me what to expect in a comment, feel free to do so.

— § —

“Boss,” called a langosta minion as he approached the villainous dolphin, Dr. Blowhole. “Boss, we’re—ready when tu are,” he dicho uneasily.

Dr. Blowhole grinned coldly and turned to him with a burning eye. “Excellent, Red One. Prepare the operating table,” he purred.

The langosta swallowed and nodded, exiting without another word.

Blowhole looked back into the mirror, looking at the bandages around his right eye, his grin fading...

Author's Note: Finally, a homework assignment I WANT to do! My English teacher told us that we had to write a "frame story," o a story about someone telling a story. She dicho it could be any genre, and about anything we wanted (as long as it's school appropriate, of course). Naturally, I took the opportunity to write this. I was actually planning on making it a Denmark story when I first thought of it, but then my brain said, "LOL, nope." Anywho, I hope tu enjoy lectura my homework assignment as much as I enjoyed making it! LOL, that sounds weird.

— § —

Skipper stood on parte superior, arriba of the penguins’...

“It’s a dolphin!” exclaimed Private.

Leroy frowned in concern. “She looks like she’s hurt,” he observed. ‘And familiar too,’ he thought to himself.

Skipper immediately took charge. “Kowalski, Rico!”

The two penguins jumped to attention. “Ready to receive orders, sir,” dicho Kowalski.

“Uh huh,” agreed Rico.

Skipper nodded. “Swim outside and get the civilian in the sub. Private?”

Private turned to look at his leader, tearing his gaze away from the unconscious dolphin. “Yes, Skipper?”

“Go and get the first aid kit in case we need it,” ordered Skipper.

The...

    When Tom had first met Danica, she seemed to be the nicest woman in the world. Well, he quickly figured out that she was only sweet when she was either in a good mood, o when she wasn’t working.

    “Come on, Private! Keep up!” Danica dicho jogging a few feet ahead of him. He’d been there for three weeks now and Danica had been training him since he’d been taken there. She told him it was to make him stronger. Each día was something spontaneous. Whether it was jogging, o push-ups, o chin-ups, o whatever else Danica could come up with for...

    “I’m sorry, little guy. Did that mean man come in here and take tu away?” Lorrie asked Kowalski as she set him back in his cage. Kowalski hopped around a little.

    “No, I went exploring! tu should’ve seen me! I opened the door all on my own and everything!” Kowalski told her excitedly. Lorrie sighed.

    “I’m sorry Preston works for those horrible people. I’m glad tu don’t understand what’s going on. I would hate for tu to realize how cruel the world is,” Lorrie dicho as her eyes went dark. Kowalski sighed....

    It was a long ride to wherever they were going. The motonieve, moto de nieve moved at a great speed, a speed that Tom had never experienced before. It would have been invigorating if he hadn’t had the attack on his mind.

    The fact that his friends and family were all dead hit him the hardest the farther away they moved from the village. He had no family. They were all dead.

    He even found himself missing his parents. Despite the fact that they’d lied to him about his hatching and tried to keep him away from his best friend. He felt horrible...

    “Okay, Thomas, just drink this,” Dr. Mavis instructed holding a spoon full of a clear liquid to Tom’s beak. Tom—too weak to object—obeyed. As soon as the liquid hit his taste buds, he gagged and Mavis held his beak shut to make him swallow.

    “I’m sorry, Thomas. I know it doesn’t taste like a red herring, but it’s important that tu take it so it keeps up your metabolism,” Mavis explained.

    Tom nodded in understanding and took a sip of water, forcing himself to keep it down.

    “Dr....

Private stared at the TV “What do tu want Blowhole!” Dr. Blowhole laughed “Revenge!” Private crossed his flippers “What’s your oh so perfect plan this time?” Blowhole smirked “That’s classified.” Marlene got into the conversation “What happened to Keira?” Dr. Blowhole looked straight at her with a blood-curdling glare “I took care of her, she got in my way and now she got what she deserves!” Marlene gasped “Did you…..” Dr. Blowhole scoffed “She’s not dead; I wouldn’t kill my sisters best friend.” Marlene sighed with relief. Private stepped forward...

    Weeks had passed. Manfredi, Johnson, and Rico had gotten to know each other considerably. Rico felt a little awkward for the first several days, afraid that Manfredi and Johnson wouldn’t accept him after they’d discovered just how deep his secret ability went. But even after he upchucked the pipe wrench, crowbar, clipboard, and an assortment of nuts and bolts that he had managed to get into his gut at the facility, Manfredi and Johnson still treated him like any other penguin. Eventually, he found his comfort zone and started to enjoy his time with his new brothers....

A few days after the incident....kowalksi finally came home.....or at least the other three tried to get him there....

Rico:Kowalski..,c'mon... Please....it's us... U can't remember the zoo...or any of us..even.."sniff" your best buddy....

Kowalksi: I told u!! "Shoves Rico away" I don't know this place o any of u!... Why can't u let me leave this place!

Rico looked at him....and began to have tears stream down his cheeks...he went and sat down to calm down.....skipper went up to kowalski..

Skipper: look..."shows one of his inventions" tu made this invention....for us to find easier routes to...

> Now nothing could stop us to follow the truth until the red light seen, we're had enough clues to indicate that the 'Soul Project'; the forbidden project that lead por Fidelis itself; still exist and still developed. Perhaps this was the message of Sergeant... went to the north and continued to the east. well, we have done it all... But our steps closer to the truth would bring everyone who helped us until we're arrived at this point in terrible danger. And no-one helped us with that, except the greats and the Turkey Fidelis. Russian... Fuhrer... Yusuf... Even they will leaved us with just...

> Everyone involved in the mystery is never be the ordinary man... as long as the mystery isn't the ordinary one, and this is it. So about the suicidal otter, he was not just a doctor o amputee cause por some accident. Major Skjern, the veterans from German plains were about to explain everything about everyone who involved here. Since we met the one-armed otter, Our mission will not be un-official o un-cleared anymore. It's all ...for Sergeant... and for truth... Waiting to see the red light as he talked before...

"Confirmed Rumour…"

Berlin, German

02:22 AM: Light Rain: December 12, 2002...

My first fanfic :D

It was getting dark and still no sign of Kowalski. "How long have we been searching?" Private asks. Skipper starts picking up the pace "I don't know, maybe an hour."Private looks over at Marlene's habitat and sees she's not there "Hmm i wonder where Marlene is." Suddenly he sees Alice chasing something por the lemurs habitat."Skipper...what's Alice chasing?" Skipper stops walking and looks over at the lemurs "I don't know, maybe it's Kowalski." They start sliding over to the lemurs habitat when they realize it was Marlene Alice was chasing. Skipper slides under one of the...