This is battle phrases that they would say if they were beginning to battle:)
Skipper:"your here to challenge me? Heh, alright then...."
Kowlaksi:"by my calculations....your going to lose this battle...
Private:"don't let my age and cuteness full you! I'm gonna tear tu apart!"
Rico:"your gonna wish tu never even looked at me...heheh..."
Julien:"my dance moves will make me win this battle!"
rata king:"I'm going to crush your neck with one strike.."
Fred:"ugh.....who are tu again?..."
Marlene:"your going down! I guarantee it!"
Roger:"do we really have to fight? Ok, if tu want your life over..."
Hanz:"this battle will be easy...just like Denmark!"
Johnson:"heh....this will be a great warm-up"
Manfredi:"don't look away for one second... o tu could lose a body part..."
Blowhole:"I'm gonna crush all of you!"
Mort:"I may be small...but my punches pack like a cinder bloc to your face!"
Maurice:"the king will be angry if I lose! That's why I must win!"
Tell me what tu think:D
Skipper:"your here to challenge me? Heh, alright then...."
Kowlaksi:"by my calculations....your going to lose this battle...
Private:"don't let my age and cuteness full you! I'm gonna tear tu apart!"
Rico:"your gonna wish tu never even looked at me...heheh..."
Julien:"my dance moves will make me win this battle!"
rata king:"I'm going to crush your neck with one strike.."
Fred:"ugh.....who are tu again?..."
Marlene:"your going down! I guarantee it!"
Roger:"do we really have to fight? Ok, if tu want your life over..."
Hanz:"this battle will be easy...just like Denmark!"
Johnson:"heh....this will be a great warm-up"
Manfredi:"don't look away for one second... o tu could lose a body part..."
Blowhole:"I'm gonna crush all of you!"
Mort:"I may be small...but my punches pack like a cinder bloc to your face!"
Maurice:"the king will be angry if I lose! That's why I must win!"
Tell me what tu think:D
They walked up to the house. The old grey porch creaked. They opened the door. A faint light cast shadows on the stone walls. It smelled of dirt and mothballs. o maybe dirty mothballs.
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." dicho Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or correo electrónico him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." dicho Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," dicho Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" dicho Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." dicho Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or correo electrónico him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." dicho Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," dicho Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" dicho Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD