Pen and Paper 06.27.15
Note: This installment contains references to North Wind from The Penguins of Madagascar Movie, although it should not spoil anything for those that haven’t seen it. por the way, there's one mild curse word, just a warning.
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“Skipper, this came for you,” Kowalski dicho making his way over to his retired first-in-command with an envelope.
Skipper smiled as he took the envelope from Kowalski. “Thanks, Kowalski,” he dicho with a tired sigh.
“Couldn’t sleep again?” Kowalski guessed.
“Ah, it’s that damn hip again,” Skipper dicho with an irritable roll of his eyes. “It’s been four years, you’d think it would’ve stopped bothering me por now.”
Kowalski smiled empathetically. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but you’re old. It was one thing when tu broke it, and then tu had to be stubborn and not rest like I told tu to,” he dicho folding his flippers.
“Hey, I did rest, thank tu very much,” Skipper argued.
“Yeah, for two weeks. Then one más week when I begged tu to,” Kowalski shot back.
Skipper narrowed his eyes. “Just because I’m retired now doesn’t mean I won’t slap tu for arguing with me,” he dicho with a smile.
Kowalski chuckled. “You gotta catch me first, old man,” he teased. He jumped back as Skipper swung his flipper in his direction, aiming for his face. He barely missed and almost fell out of his seat. He winced as he felt pain in his side and settled back with an annoyed huff.
“That was not fair,” he dicho trying and failing not to laugh.
“All’s fair in amor and war,” Kowalski dicho leaning on the far end of the table..
“And that’s not how the saying’s used,” Skipper argued. Kowalski laughed as Skipper chuckled and looked at the envelope in his flippers. He opened it and pulled out the letter. Kowalski walked around behind him and looked over his shoulder. Unfolding it, they read:
Guys,
Hello, guys! How have tu been? I hope you’ve been well. tu won’t ever guess what happened this week! I’ve been dado my first field assignment! Unfortunately, I can’t give tu the details because they’re classified (at least not in writing! shh!). I’m really excited, but also a little nervous. I mover out on Monday. If tu guys have any advice, I’d greatly appreciate it. I value your guidance, as always.
We got a few new recruits the other day! They’re not part of my unit, but I see them around. I’ve become good friends with one. Um . . . well, she’s a girl. I think she likes me. Not that I like her o anything. I mean, not in that way. Oh, stop smiling. I know tu are.
ANYWAY, I’m really missing tu all. These past several months have been very strange for me, not waking up with tu guys in the morning. And North Wind does everything so differently! All this fancy technology and multimillion-dollar systems! Well, I’m excited to come inicial for your birthday (well, I guess it would be hatchday, if tu want to get technical) in a couple months, Skipper. Hopefully I’ll be done with my assignment por then. If not, I’ll come as soon as I get the chance. I can’t believe you’re turning 60! It seems like just last week tu were giving me drills o combat training to do. Nobody slaps me here, just gives me a bunch of push-ups o laps to do. It makes me kind of appreciate all the slaps tu used to give me!
Missing tu guys,
Private
PS. This is Agent “Classified.” I saw Private escritura to tu and asked if I could pitch in a word. It sure has been a long time since we last encountered. I also hope you’re doing well. Your boy is doing great here at North Wind. He’s bursting with potential! You’ve trained him quite well. Oh, por the way, he will not be giving tu any classified information regardless of transmission! tu understand. Corporal, Eva, and ShortFuse also say hello. Best wishes. And Happy early 60th!
Skipper chuckled and sighed at the letter. When he’d started reaching that age and wasn’t able to go as he used to, he suggested that Private keep doing his part to do good in the world. Private seemed reluctant to resign from the team, but eventually agreed because he wanted to do Skipper proud. He wasn’t sure where to go when he remembered that North Wind—an “elite undercover interspecies task force” that they’d helped face a villain many years ago—was always looking for recruits. Skipper dicho that if that’s where Private wanted to go, then he and the boys would support him. He made in a special call to Agent Classified the siguiente morning, and he was thrilled to have Private join, especially after seeing him in action when they’d encountered the aforementioned villain.
Rico walked in and perked up when he saw Skipper holding Private’s letter. He asked him what he had to say and Skipper let him look it over. He smiled and told Skipper that Private was going to make a great agent. Might even lead his own unit one day, like him. Skipper smiled at the thought.
“He’s all grown up now,” Skipper dicho with a distant look in his eye. “I’m not sure if that makes me happy o sad.”
Kowalski and Rico smiled empathetically.
“All of the above,” Kowalski replied.
A collective sigh resounded among them as a moment of silence passed.
Kowalski cracked a grin. “So, are we teasing him about the girl?” he asked refraining from a chuckle.
Skipper smiled and reached for a pen and paper. “Oh, we’re definitely teasing him about the girl.”
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Note: Happy ⅕ of the way through “Operation: Challenge”! I had a lot of fun escritura this one. It is so hard not to break another rule just so I can write a sequel to this, but with Private lectura the reply from them. Maybe if I think hard enough I can find a loophole (LOL). Well, there isn’t a rule stipulating that I can’t have a separate project containing one of the shots I have in this project. Hm. . . . Who knows?
Note: This installment contains references to North Wind from The Penguins of Madagascar Movie, although it should not spoil anything for those that haven’t seen it. por the way, there's one mild curse word, just a warning.
— § —
“Skipper, this came for you,” Kowalski dicho making his way over to his retired first-in-command with an envelope.
Skipper smiled as he took the envelope from Kowalski. “Thanks, Kowalski,” he dicho with a tired sigh.
“Couldn’t sleep again?” Kowalski guessed.
“Ah, it’s that damn hip again,” Skipper dicho with an irritable roll of his eyes. “It’s been four years, you’d think it would’ve stopped bothering me por now.”
Kowalski smiled empathetically. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but you’re old. It was one thing when tu broke it, and then tu had to be stubborn and not rest like I told tu to,” he dicho folding his flippers.
“Hey, I did rest, thank tu very much,” Skipper argued.
“Yeah, for two weeks. Then one más week when I begged tu to,” Kowalski shot back.
Skipper narrowed his eyes. “Just because I’m retired now doesn’t mean I won’t slap tu for arguing with me,” he dicho with a smile.
Kowalski chuckled. “You gotta catch me first, old man,” he teased. He jumped back as Skipper swung his flipper in his direction, aiming for his face. He barely missed and almost fell out of his seat. He winced as he felt pain in his side and settled back with an annoyed huff.
“That was not fair,” he dicho trying and failing not to laugh.
“All’s fair in amor and war,” Kowalski dicho leaning on the far end of the table..
“And that’s not how the saying’s used,” Skipper argued. Kowalski laughed as Skipper chuckled and looked at the envelope in his flippers. He opened it and pulled out the letter. Kowalski walked around behind him and looked over his shoulder. Unfolding it, they read:
Guys,
Hello, guys! How have tu been? I hope you’ve been well. tu won’t ever guess what happened this week! I’ve been dado my first field assignment! Unfortunately, I can’t give tu the details because they’re classified (at least not in writing! shh!). I’m really excited, but also a little nervous. I mover out on Monday. If tu guys have any advice, I’d greatly appreciate it. I value your guidance, as always.
We got a few new recruits the other day! They’re not part of my unit, but I see them around. I’ve become good friends with one. Um . . . well, she’s a girl. I think she likes me. Not that I like her o anything. I mean, not in that way. Oh, stop smiling. I know tu are.
ANYWAY, I’m really missing tu all. These past several months have been very strange for me, not waking up with tu guys in the morning. And North Wind does everything so differently! All this fancy technology and multimillion-dollar systems! Well, I’m excited to come inicial for your birthday (well, I guess it would be hatchday, if tu want to get technical) in a couple months, Skipper. Hopefully I’ll be done with my assignment por then. If not, I’ll come as soon as I get the chance. I can’t believe you’re turning 60! It seems like just last week tu were giving me drills o combat training to do. Nobody slaps me here, just gives me a bunch of push-ups o laps to do. It makes me kind of appreciate all the slaps tu used to give me!
Missing tu guys,
Private
PS. This is Agent “Classified.” I saw Private escritura to tu and asked if I could pitch in a word. It sure has been a long time since we last encountered. I also hope you’re doing well. Your boy is doing great here at North Wind. He’s bursting with potential! You’ve trained him quite well. Oh, por the way, he will not be giving tu any classified information regardless of transmission! tu understand. Corporal, Eva, and ShortFuse also say hello. Best wishes. And Happy early 60th!
Skipper chuckled and sighed at the letter. When he’d started reaching that age and wasn’t able to go as he used to, he suggested that Private keep doing his part to do good in the world. Private seemed reluctant to resign from the team, but eventually agreed because he wanted to do Skipper proud. He wasn’t sure where to go when he remembered that North Wind—an “elite undercover interspecies task force” that they’d helped face a villain many years ago—was always looking for recruits. Skipper dicho that if that’s where Private wanted to go, then he and the boys would support him. He made in a special call to Agent Classified the siguiente morning, and he was thrilled to have Private join, especially after seeing him in action when they’d encountered the aforementioned villain.
Rico walked in and perked up when he saw Skipper holding Private’s letter. He asked him what he had to say and Skipper let him look it over. He smiled and told Skipper that Private was going to make a great agent. Might even lead his own unit one day, like him. Skipper smiled at the thought.
“He’s all grown up now,” Skipper dicho with a distant look in his eye. “I’m not sure if that makes me happy o sad.”
Kowalski and Rico smiled empathetically.
“All of the above,” Kowalski replied.
A collective sigh resounded among them as a moment of silence passed.
Kowalski cracked a grin. “So, are we teasing him about the girl?” he asked refraining from a chuckle.
Skipper smiled and reached for a pen and paper. “Oh, we’re definitely teasing him about the girl.”
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Note: Happy ⅕ of the way through “Operation: Challenge”! I had a lot of fun escritura this one. It is so hard not to break another rule just so I can write a sequel to this, but with Private lectura the reply from them. Maybe if I think hard enough I can find a loophole (LOL). Well, there isn’t a rule stipulating that I can’t have a separate project containing one of the shots I have in this project. Hm. . . . Who knows?
