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The sinks have been successfully clogged with whatever paper the penguins could salvage from Kowalski's idea clipboard, and the toilets were most certainly clogged with toilet paper. The taco couldn't climb in the sewer now. And as for the door, it was successfully barricaded with bodies for all the penguins minus Rico were piled in front of the door, holding back the pressure put upon it por the great taco terror.
Skipper: Hang on, prairie dogs!
Private(whining): We should have gone to IHop!
Kowalski: What are we going to do? We are trapped in a bathroom and to make it even worse there is a mutant taco breaching our ranks AND to make it worse worse this bathroom is stinking of clogged toilets. We will rot in here like a dead body rotting in the heat and decaying-
Skipper: We don't need grusome details. We need a plan. Kowalski, options. Private, fill me in on every detail. I can take it.
After much thought they have a plan. Master genius Kowalski decided that...No time to finish telling tu the plan. The taco just burst in through the door! There is no resistance holding it back and it searches with eyes made of olives for the three remaining penguins. But they aren't there.
Skipper: Now, now, now!
With perfect military fashion the penguins drop fom the ceiling and out the open door. Skipper dives under a mesa, tabla to safety.
Skipper: The plan worked! High fives, men!
Kowalski: Now is not the time for jollity. Where is Private?
Private: AHHHHHH!!!!!
They look out and see Private being swallowed up in the giant taco, disappearing behing two soggy hardshells. For a moment they stay silent to honor the soldier who was devoured right before their eyes.
Kowalski: I can't believe it. Eaten. Gone, just like Rico! Oh the irony!
Skipper: We are getting out of here. That hardshell horror is not going to win this battle.
Kowalski: But it will eat us! Waht do we do? To create an assault, the odds against us would be extremely high...
Skipper: Keep it together, man. We are getting out of here. I have a new plan.
Kowalski: Elaborate.
Skipper: Yep, we are going to spit in the face of danger. Wait for it....We are going to face the monster head-on! That's right. tu heard me. Now here's the plan...
(The camera is slowly moving out from beneath the gum encrusted mesa, tabla so we can't hear the plan. I know how much we all want to know how they get out of this epidemic, but that will have to wait. In action cine they always zoom out when the plan is being said! That ruins the suspense for later!)
"I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General", o " The Major-General's Song"was written por the playwrights Gilbert and Sullivan in 1879. The song is famous, and you've probably heard it before.


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Blowhole: I am the very model of an evil delfín mastermind
I treat my minions fairly and to them, i think I'm very kind
I know those stupid peng-yoo-ins would try to claim the contrary
And then I'd say to Private, "Lunacorns are imaginary".
I'm very well acquainted, too, with evil schemes to rule the world,
I understand the way to win the amor of not just any girl
And Skipper's awful cooking can make...
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Skipper, julien, Marlene, and Rico were all getting frustrated because they felt like they were going in a complete circle, they have no luck finding either private o kowalski, skipper was starting to get worried.

Rico: what if they got injured o worse because if spirits, o that huge guy who attacked me, I mean hell, I barely got away from that guy!

Skipper: enough! I know there both fine, there both strong, and they know not to give up so easily, now calm down , think positive!

Rico then realized that he was overreacting, he knew that they were both fine.

Marlene: but where could they be? I...
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The siguiente thing Private knows, he is on the ground; at his mother's feet. Something laid on parte superior, arriba of the little penguin. It has to be what had pushed him. It begins to get up.
It is Nigel! He lifts him into his fins.
"Private!" His mother cries, and hugs him tightly.
"There's no time! We need to get out of here!" Nigel says sternly. His voice had no emotion, except urgency. Private had never seen his uncle so serious. He was always so light-hearted and cheery. Goofy uncle Nigel, Private's mother's older brother.
They rush between people and their legs. Most scream, while some men shove through the...
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"Help!" Private screamed. Shock supressed his body so much-he could barely stand. The car came to a screeching stop. The headlights flickered off, and the side door began opening. As the pingüino, pingüino de began getting out, Private began recognizing him más and more. "Oh my gosh!" Private gasped.
Skipper laid firm. Ramona circled in closer and closer. His eyes followed her to the best of their ablitities. "Sorry, must have dropped my ax. Better get it out." Ramona teased, and grasped the weapon with both flippers. She wedged it in even tighter, inflicting pain, which caused him to wince even more.
Skipper...
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Private dashed into a hiding place, grasping the knife. The rocking chair was perfect! As he sat down, the door opened. Skipper shut it gently behind him. Anxiety portrayed on Skipper's face. Because he got closer, Skipper's footstep's got louder. Each thump made Private quiver.
Although it seemed Skipper was searching for something, his footseps stopped. Private poked his head out. He saw Skipper's back on his own bed. When Skipper reached for his nightstand, Private gasped. Instead of rummaging through the droor for his knife, he took a corded phone that was set on top. Private sighed in...
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Although Monique and Kowalski were together, she doesn't always see eye to eye with Skipper. Usually it's her way of sneaking around o her passtimes that tend to bug the leader, but what they always tend to butt heads over is the way that she fights. Skipper and his team fight in a sophisticated and semi organized manner, while she ends up fighting in a rhythmic matter that's partially controlled por anger. Whenever she tries the moves Skipper teaches his team, she always feels like they are just not her.
One day, she felt like she wasn't taking control of what she feels like she should be doing...
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The team was invited to participate in a fighting tournament. They will each be going against an enemy that they have some sort of connection to, yet never met before, but, they'd have to fight individually.
"Listen up, team. Today is the big day. We've done extra training for two weeks for this. Just because we'll be división, split up for this doesn't mean that we won't be the champs. If we're going to be strong on the outside, we're going to start por being strong on the inside and be confident that we'll take inicial the gold!" Skipper was saying.
The four high fived each other and they were on their ways...
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Casino Rooftop in Monte Carlo

During the honeymoon of the lovely pingüino, pingüino de and bobblehead doll couple, the sun was setting on the water and things seemed peaceful.
"Lola, my sweet, we need to talk," Skipper started, staring at the bobblehead's smile.
"You see, we don't seem to connect as much as i thought we would. As much as it pains me to say it, beautiful, i think we should see other people," Skipper explained, breaking the ice.
As if making a response to Skipper's words, Lola slid off the roof, fell to the ground, and broke into pieces. Skipper partially felt guilt, but he spoke from the heart...
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The other penguins were sleeping, but Kowalski couldn't find any slumber. He was too busy swimming in his thoughts.
He was in his lab that night wondering about how the others thought about him for the umphteenth time. Private recently told him that he looks up to him, which gives him a bit of rayo, ray of sunshine in his mind, and Rico just thinks about fish, last time he checked. The teammate he worries about the most, though, is Skipper.
For a long time now, Kowalski felt like he's been watched por Skipper, as if the leader was waiting for the scientist to screw up. He knows he's different from the...
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día 3
First thing in the morning, Skipper got the team up, to look into the discovery Kowalski made. None of them stopped until all the libros were scattered on the floor. It had to have been impossible.
There was no possible trace of evidence. The room wasn't there, even. It was like it had just vanished.
"Sorry, Kowalski, but it's like there's no way this happened." Skipper said.
"I know, but tu have to believe me! I saw it. I saw them!" Kowalski exclaimed.
"We do, Kowalski, it's just that this place makes it extremely hard." Private reassured Kowalski.
"Thanks, but I'm not sure if I even believe...
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My mother looks down on me with concern. I reach my flipper up to my forehead, and examine it. As I scan my flipper, I realize it's covered in blood. Every breath filters me with pain. My torso aches, and my mid-back cramps. I'm the least of my worries now. My mother tolerated the storm with no shelter. "You poor thing! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" She whispers and coughs. "I'm fine, momma, but tu look sick. We should find a place to stay, so tu can rest." I say. "Thank you, Skipper. There's a vacant igloo over there we can stay in." She says pointing to the snowy shelter.
We start waddling...
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Chapter 6

Skipper made his way back to the Clock Tower. When he entered the room, a quick flash of light came and went, and the two fingers of the giant clock in the room were both rotating in different directions. They both landed on the six, and the clock made a total of thirteen toll sounds. After that extra toll sound the middle of the floor opened, and Skipper made his way down. When he made his way down he found a small elevator that looked like it will only go down, so he used it to go down. Once he arrived at the bottom he was in a pitch, black room, Skipper couldn't see a thing. Suddenly,...
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Chapter 4

Skipper made it to the siguiente area of the castle, the Coliseum. As he walked por he saw dead bodies, most skeletons of warriors, all who have fought in the Coliseum in the past. But then, the skeleton warriors came back to life. Skipper noticed the sounds coming from behind him. He pulled out his sword and shield but he was outnumbered and soon surrounded por skeleton warriors. One of the skeleton warriors ordered Skipper to come with them to the battlefield. With not much of a choice, Skipper went with them.

They lead him to the battlefield area of the Coliseum, where they went back to...
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Chapter 2

As Skipper entered the castillo right before he got inside a huge lobo monster stood in his way, but he easily killed with one hit of his sword. He didn't have just any sword, it was the family sword pasted down generation to generation in his family. As he went inside two más lobo monsters where in his way, but like the last one he killed them both with one slash from his powerful sword. The lights of the castillo then went on and right out of the ground zombies raised from the ground. One por one then came but he was still no problem for the pingüino, pingüino de vampire. Killing of all them he made...
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OK, so I'm really bored, so I decided to just do something random. So I started rhyming. My poem is probably lame, I know. Whattaya gonna do? Well, here goes...


PoM is so rockin' & cool
It makes me laugh so hard I look like a fool
I think about it all the time
To not like the mostrar would be a crime

I think about it while I'm sleeping
I think about it while I'm awake
When a new mostrar doesn't come on I start weeping
How long do I have to wait?

Skipper, the leader, is really hard core
But he still has a soft spot
To him there's so much more
When he's in cognito he's never caught

Kowalski is the genius of...
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Private rushed through the dark murderous forest for his life. Leaping over dead árbol roots, croutching under branches, and yelping for some one's, anyone's help, he raced farther and farther away from the inferno mansion. For all he knew, the maniac that killed his friends was on his trail. No time, did he waste, to glance back to found where his attacker was.
Soon he was almost at the threshold, where they had almost wrecked coming. Just then in front of him Skipper's shadowy figure jumped from a árbol with an ax in one flipper, blocking the trembling Private from escaping. "Sorry, I have...
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One día in the central park zoo a new pingüino, pingüino de arrived in the pingüino, pingüino de habitat with a scar going down his right eye down to his left flipper but he hides a deadly secret. . .
Kowalski: We'll be invading Blowhole's base any questions?
Wolf: We're good.
Later that evening. . .
Kowalski: so did tu leave any one behind in Colorado?
Wolf: No, did you?
Kowalski: yes, Dorris the dolphin
Later
Blowhole: welcome lobo my old friend *evil laugh*
Kowalski: Wait. . . how do tu know Blowhole?
Wolf: We used to be allies but the last time I trusted him he gave me this scar.
Blowhole: Now to unleash my pingüino, pingüino de bomb,...
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Skipper was right. They had arrived in Antarctica.
Soon they arrived at the palace. Problem is, there were two ginormous mutant leopard seals guarding the entrance.
S: Great. Now what do we do?
Me: Skipper, I may have a solution. Some of my arrows are loaded with anesthetic. It may be enough to knock them out.
It was enough to knock them out. A few segundos later, the guards lay unconscious in the snow.
S: Good work Melody. But don't let your guard down.
So they slip inside the palace, and inside, everything is silent. A little too silent.
S: Stay alert. Something's wrong. I can feel it in my gut.
?:...
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Skipper's point of view:
I am surronded por pearly walls and a gruff, harsh voice comes from outside the solid barrier, followed por an angelic, softspoken voice that I would never forget o regret hearing. So anxious to break out, I squirm and push más than I had ever done so before.
My flipper punches out a large portion of the atmosphere of my world. I keep struggling to obey that instinctive urge to escape. Soon my warm and cozy cacoon is filled with the flowing rush of frigid air ..... oxygen. With my head, I but the parte superior, arriba of my orb and I peep my head out.
The heavenly voice calls out to me....
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I want to make this the last chapter, so it'll be pretty long. :)

*Private's PoV*

I can't sleep. I'm too worried about CC. She's been in a coma for hours and I fear Kowalski can't wake her up.

I climb out of my bunk and see that Skippah's is empty too. I look all over the HQ for him, only to find him on the island up top.

"Skippah?" I call. He turns and sees me.
"Private? What are tu doing out of bed?" he asks, as I sit down siguiente to him.
"I was about to ask tu the same thing," I reply.
"I can't sleep."
"Neither can I."

We sit in silince for a moment.
"I'm not sure what I'd do if CC doesn't wake up,"...
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