this is part 3 of how i met Skipper and his team. so after we went back to H.Q. Private puts a bandaid on my arm. which would make it feel better. that's where Marlene appeared.
Marlene: hola guys
Skipper: hello Marlene.
Marlene then look at me on the floor.
little me: (looks at the otter) (giggles)
Marlene: what's with the mouse?
Private: that's Kiva Marlene.
Skipper: and me and my team found her in the ally she was scared and alone. so now we are taking care of her. because her mom and dad were killed por Dr. Blowhole.
Marlene: right i get it and now you're protecting her so no one won't be able hurt her.
Skipper: it's a promise i made Marlene. that angry canguro already hurt her and i can't take a risk of having her hurt o worse having her killed.
Marlene: that's seem bad so I'll be leaving now see ya later guys. (leaves)
little me: (drinks from the leche bottle) (feels sleepy) (yawns)
Private: aw she tired.
Skipper: and it's right pass her bedtime Rico.
Rico: (regurgitates a few pillows and a rosado, rosa blanket)
Skipper: (picks me up) come on Kiva time for tu to sleep (puts me down)
little me: (laying on the pillows) (shivers a little)
Skipper: (covers me with the blanket) there.
little me: (fells asleep)
Private: um Skipper what if she has a nightmare?
Kowalski: Private has a point even a young ratón like herself might be scared when she has nightmares.
Skipper: hm maybe you're right boys. tu three head to your bunks for lights out.
Private: but Skipper where are tu going to sleep?
Skipper: don't worry Private, I'll sleep with Kiva so that way she won't have any nightmares besides i made a promise to her that I would protect her at all cost (heads over to where i was sleeping) so good night boys.
Kowalski: good night Skipper.
Private: sweet dreams.
Rico: (already asleep)
Skipper: (sleeps with me)
little me: (still sleeping)
Marlene: hola guys
Skipper: hello Marlene.
Marlene then look at me on the floor.
little me: (looks at the otter) (giggles)
Marlene: what's with the mouse?
Private: that's Kiva Marlene.
Skipper: and me and my team found her in the ally she was scared and alone. so now we are taking care of her. because her mom and dad were killed por Dr. Blowhole.
Marlene: right i get it and now you're protecting her so no one won't be able hurt her.
Skipper: it's a promise i made Marlene. that angry canguro already hurt her and i can't take a risk of having her hurt o worse having her killed.
Marlene: that's seem bad so I'll be leaving now see ya later guys. (leaves)
little me: (drinks from the leche bottle) (feels sleepy) (yawns)
Private: aw she tired.
Skipper: and it's right pass her bedtime Rico.
Rico: (regurgitates a few pillows and a rosado, rosa blanket)
Skipper: (picks me up) come on Kiva time for tu to sleep (puts me down)
little me: (laying on the pillows) (shivers a little)
Skipper: (covers me with the blanket) there.
little me: (fells asleep)
Private: um Skipper what if she has a nightmare?
Kowalski: Private has a point even a young ratón like herself might be scared when she has nightmares.
Skipper: hm maybe you're right boys. tu three head to your bunks for lights out.
Private: but Skipper where are tu going to sleep?
Skipper: don't worry Private, I'll sleep with Kiva so that way she won't have any nightmares besides i made a promise to her that I would protect her at all cost (heads over to where i was sleeping) so good night boys.
Kowalski: good night Skipper.
Private: sweet dreams.
Rico: (already asleep)
Skipper: (sleeps with me)
little me: (still sleeping)
a tribute to pingüino, pingüino de of Madagascar
please comentario it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
pingüino, pingüino de of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
registrarse together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I amor them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live pingüino, pingüino de of Madagascar
tu will never be forgotten
please comentario it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
pingüino, pingüino de of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
registrarse together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I amor them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live pingüino, pingüino de of Madagascar
tu will never be forgotten
This is my first fan fiction. Hope tu enjoy it! Oh, and if tu were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my inicial could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt o a grocery store. Still, the only good comida I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The muro belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my inicial could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt o a grocery store. Still, the only good comida I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The muro belonged to the Central Park Zoo!