Penguins of Madagascar fondo de pantalla (City Backround)

"What the deuce?!" Skipper exclaimed as he and team rushed out of the hatch. They looked around, unsure of where the scream had come from, then they heard a light sobbing coming from the nutria habitat. "Move out, boys!" Skipper ordered.

Upon entering Marlene's, they saw her in the entrance to her habitat leaning against the wall. Her paws were cupped over her mouth, tears were slowly running down her cheeks, and she seemed to be paralyzed with fear. "What happened, Marlene?" Private dicho as the team approached her. Marlene remained silent, unable to speak.

"Marlene?" Skipper stepped up to her...

It was an unusually chilly night in June. It was the 8th of June to be exact. Rain was pouring down in torrents, showering the abandonned trailer. The reflection of headlights on an occasional passing vehicle o a flashlight danced along the tin roof. A pingüino, pingüino de darted quickly across the gravel road, his body slicked and shiny from the pounding rain. He hurried to the trailer, ducking beneath it and crawling down underneath. He slunk a short ways before thrusting himself up through a hatch in the floor above him. He found himself in a small, warm kitchen. He stood up, slicking the rainwater...

This is the Sequel to "The Clipboard Theory". It's being rewritten. If tu have trouble finding the first story, just ask.



Kowalski stood outside his home, chest puffed out proudly, feathers ruffled, a rather goofy grin on his face, as he stared at what was before him.

"Is it good, Dad? Did I do a good job?" Kowalski looked down at his son, a young pingüino, pingüino de with tiny tuffs of down feathers clinging to his new, slick ones, much like Kowalski's own memories, both quickly fading reminders of their past. Kowalski notes how long it had taken Kona to lose his feathers; a año longer than normal, but...

One mes later, Private had gotten to know the team and the zoo animales reasonably well. He felt comfortable in Central Park. Everyone was friendly (except Joey) and Private could imagine himself living there, quite happily, for the rest of his life.
Nothing could have prepared him for what happened next.
It was in the middle of training, one day, when the team heard a voice coming from inside the H.Q.
"Peng-you-ins" it said, "I have a message that I think tu will want to hear." Private was confused. The others weren't. They immediately stopped what they were doing and entered the hole under...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As much as I wanted to write this in first person point of view, but I figured it is más suitable this way. This is just a short happening in the HQ. I kindly request tu to "Please Comment."

    BOOM! Another huge explosion shook the HQ. Skipper, Private and Rico looked up from their cards then to the steel door, which stood firm for a segundo before falling adelante, hacia adelante dute to the blow.
    "Sorry! I'll fix that!" exclaimed a still carbon covered Kowalski as he burst out the lab. He quickly picked up the door, reconnected it with the bearings...

3rd Chapter! Awesome! :D

I want to thank LeonardFan, Marika_1996, and Icicle1penguin for reviewing last chapter! :D

Anyways, lets continue on the story!

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Dimension 1 (???)
Penguins HQ

At pressing the button, the penguins was shocked, shocked enough to drop the tape-player. They were shocked, not at the message, but who was saying the message.

It was... Blowhole.

As the shock left Skipper, he picked up the player and pressed play again, for it turned off when it touched the floor. As the others snapped out of their shock, they listened for a clue...

"help me... *cough* I, Dr. James Kelno Blowhole,...

RACCOON CITY!!!
The two females finally make it to Raccoon City......It's AWFULL! The buildings were burned to the ground, There are zombies everywhere, and the foulest stench in the whole WORLD lingered in the air! It was a complete wasteland. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! WERE GONNA DIE!" Marlene cried. Lilly just had a worried expression on her face, and dicho nothing the whole way there. Marlene knew Lilly was scared, but she's too tough to admit it. " Don't worry, we'll find 'em." Marlene tells Lilly with a smile. Lilly smiles back. All of a sudden, a zombie comes up from Marlene's side of the...

"So tell me , Nolan.." He says.

I don't know what to do. I have been hanging here for hours, blood dripping down my face.
How could I have gotten myself into this? I was just an ordinary Wolf/spy. Now a monster. A hanging monster. Just like I deserve. Now I wait to be killed. Waiting for his statement.
But I am an impatient person. But I am forced to.

After all, I am Nolan Miles.

"...Why are tu here?" He finishes.

"Well.." I laugh, trying to keep my cool. After all, if I were to freak, I would be dead por now.

"I was sent here por an organisation parte superior, arriba secret for even me to know, Trying to make a life."...

(this articulo is rated PG13 some contents in this parigraph my be disterbing to others parent guidents and fewer discoution is advised thank tu and injoy)
S: Alright team! Are we all set? good. Kowalski how much time do we got left?
K: Well...it will crash land in 5,4,3,2,1.
S: Wow...nice timeing Kowalski.
P: The plane it the target skippar.
S: Nice work team lets see if whoever was driving the plane is alright.
K: Rico can i have a littile help lifting the top.
R: Hua.....
P: heno, hay skippar look there penguins like us.
K: What are they doing flying in a milltary plane?
S: They its Manfriada and Ujonesin!...

A normal día at the CPZ, the penguins are going through their normal morning routine when the Alice alarm goes off suddenly. They all run up topside to see her carrying a large crate.

To the man on the walkie-talkie she says, “Yeah we’re hoping that this female will mate with one of the males.” Alice put the caja, cajón de down and walked away.

From inside the crate, they all heard a mumble, “Mate my ass. What am I, a prostitute?” It was a pretty female voice.

Skipper examined the caja, cajón de and said, “Kowalski, options.” Kowalski flipped through his notebook and looked over his options he planned...

The siguiente morning, Antonio arrived at the pingüino, pingüino de habitat promptly at noon. The other penguins went on with their duties while Antonio and Skipper sat across from each other at the mesa, tabla in HQ.

“So, what do tu want to know?” Skipper asked folding his flippers on the table.

“Well, I’m not sure where to begin,” Antonio replied. “I want to know everything,” he dicho wistfully, resting his chin on his fist and closing his eyes. When he opened them, Skipper was staring at him impatiently, with an eyebrow arched. Antonio awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Well,” Skipper started, breaking...