“We Meet Again”
November 4, 2013
“Skipper, remember last week when tu couldn’t remember where tu laid your mug?” Kowalski asked, coming out of his lab with a small device.
“Yes, but I found it. What’s your point?” Skipper answered.
“Well, Skipper, with this device, we’ll never forget anything ever again! I call it, the Forget-Me-Not!” Kowalski replied, holding up a device that looked like a helmet.
“Kowalski, are tu sure about this? What if it — I don’t know — fries our minds o something?” Skipper asked skeptically.
“Skipper, it’s perfectly safe! No explosions. Promise!” Kowalski insisted. “Want to try it?”
Skipper eyed the Forget-Me-Not warily. “Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?” he asked.
Kowalski scoffed. “You’ll be fine! Are tu ready?”
Skipper sighed. “Fine. Let’s get this over with,” he said, taking the casco and placing it on his head. “How do I turn it on?”
“I got it,” Kowalski said, reaching adelante, hacia adelante and hitting a button on the Forget-Me-Not. A moment later, after some bleeps and whirs, Skipper sighed.
“I don’t feel any different. I don’t think it’s working,” he said.
“Just give it a minute, it’ll work,” Kowalski urged.
Before Skipper could respond, Marlene dropped through the hatch.
“Hey, guys! What . . . are tu doing?” she asked, eyeing the device on Skipper’s head.
Skipper reached up to the switch on the helmet. “Oh, it’s just a —”
“No! Don’t turn it —”
Before Kowalski could finish, Skipper flipped the switch and staggered adelante, hacia adelante into Rico and Private’s grasp. With a shake of his head he pulled himself up and rubbed his eyes.
“— off,” Kowalski finished, slapping his flipper to his forehead. “Skipper, are tu all right?” he asked, pulling the casco off Skipper’s head.
Skipper looked at him blankly.
“Skipper?” Kowalski asked again.
“Who are you?” Skipper asked.
“Oh, good golly,” Kowalski dicho as he started rubbing his temples. “I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead, I am so dead. . . . He wasn’t supposed to turn it off until it was done,” he informed the others.
“Skipper, what’s the last thing tu remember?” Private asked his leader.
“I . . . I don’t know,” he answered. He flinched when he felt a paw gently grabbing his shoulder from behind.
“Skipper, tu don’t even remember me?” Marlene asked. Skipper shook his head as he turned to the voice.
“I don’t think I can remember —”
He stopped mid-sentence upon his eyes meeting Marlene’s, his beak still hanging open. He examined her head to toe before finishing.
“— anything. Who are you?” he asked in incredulity.
Marlene cocked an eyebrow at his tone. “I’m — Marlene. tu know me!” she insisted.
Skipper cocked an eyebrow with a smile. “Au contraire, my femme fatale. Amnesia o no, I would most certainly remember a face as beautiful as yours,” he said. The team’s eyes widened and they exchanged a glance.
Marlene gulped slightly and backed into the mesa, tabla behind her, blushing fiercely beneath her fur. “Skipper . . .?” she dicho warily.
Skipper stepped adelante, hacia adelante and leaned against the mesa, tabla siguiente to Marlene with his face inches from hers. “You know, I like the way your eyes glow when you’re nervous. They’re astonishing,” he told her softly.
Marlene found herself forcing off a smile. Was she actually — enjoying this kind of attention? — from Skipper?
“Don’t fight it, dollface. Something tells me tu have a gorgeous smile,” Skipper told her with a grin. Marlene was unable to keep from her smile any longer and turned her head away.
“Skipper, this is unlike you,” she dicho bashfully. Skipper gently lifted her chin so her eyes were once again locked with his.
“If this is unlike me, then I don’t want to go back to the way I was,” he told her.
Marlene laughed nervously and reluctantly pushed his flipper away, moving away from him.
“Okay! So, this was — interesting! I’ll be — going. Let me know when, um, Skipper’s back to normal, all right?” she dicho nervously as she backed toward the door.
Kowalski took a step toward her. “Marlene, I’m really sorry abou —”
“No! Don’t be — oh!” Marlene backed into the door and started to feel for the knob. “Don’t be sorry, Kowalski! I just have — something to take care of. Just let me know when he’s — back to normal, ‘kay?” She was about to leave, but first took a last glance at Skipper, who was still eyeing her with infatuation. Biting her lip to keep from smiling, she slipped through the door and pulled it shut behind her.
“Wow. Is she single?” Skipper asked his team.
Rico and Private exchanged a glance and Kowalski buried his face in his flippers.
“I am completely, indefinitely, and inevitably dead.”
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November 4, 2013
“Skipper, remember last week when tu couldn’t remember where tu laid your mug?” Kowalski asked, coming out of his lab with a small device.
“Yes, but I found it. What’s your point?” Skipper answered.
“Well, Skipper, with this device, we’ll never forget anything ever again! I call it, the Forget-Me-Not!” Kowalski replied, holding up a device that looked like a helmet.
“Kowalski, are tu sure about this? What if it — I don’t know — fries our minds o something?” Skipper asked skeptically.
“Skipper, it’s perfectly safe! No explosions. Promise!” Kowalski insisted. “Want to try it?”
Skipper eyed the Forget-Me-Not warily. “Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?” he asked.
Kowalski scoffed. “You’ll be fine! Are tu ready?”
Skipper sighed. “Fine. Let’s get this over with,” he said, taking the casco and placing it on his head. “How do I turn it on?”
“I got it,” Kowalski said, reaching adelante, hacia adelante and hitting a button on the Forget-Me-Not. A moment later, after some bleeps and whirs, Skipper sighed.
“I don’t feel any different. I don’t think it’s working,” he said.
“Just give it a minute, it’ll work,” Kowalski urged.
Before Skipper could respond, Marlene dropped through the hatch.
“Hey, guys! What . . . are tu doing?” she asked, eyeing the device on Skipper’s head.
Skipper reached up to the switch on the helmet. “Oh, it’s just a —”
“No! Don’t turn it —”
Before Kowalski could finish, Skipper flipped the switch and staggered adelante, hacia adelante into Rico and Private’s grasp. With a shake of his head he pulled himself up and rubbed his eyes.
“— off,” Kowalski finished, slapping his flipper to his forehead. “Skipper, are tu all right?” he asked, pulling the casco off Skipper’s head.
Skipper looked at him blankly.
“Skipper?” Kowalski asked again.
“Who are you?” Skipper asked.
“Oh, good golly,” Kowalski dicho as he started rubbing his temples. “I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead, I am so dead. . . . He wasn’t supposed to turn it off until it was done,” he informed the others.
“Skipper, what’s the last thing tu remember?” Private asked his leader.
“I . . . I don’t know,” he answered. He flinched when he felt a paw gently grabbing his shoulder from behind.
“Skipper, tu don’t even remember me?” Marlene asked. Skipper shook his head as he turned to the voice.
“I don’t think I can remember —”
He stopped mid-sentence upon his eyes meeting Marlene’s, his beak still hanging open. He examined her head to toe before finishing.
“— anything. Who are you?” he asked in incredulity.
Marlene cocked an eyebrow at his tone. “I’m — Marlene. tu know me!” she insisted.
Skipper cocked an eyebrow with a smile. “Au contraire, my femme fatale. Amnesia o no, I would most certainly remember a face as beautiful as yours,” he said. The team’s eyes widened and they exchanged a glance.
Marlene gulped slightly and backed into the mesa, tabla behind her, blushing fiercely beneath her fur. “Skipper . . .?” she dicho warily.
Skipper stepped adelante, hacia adelante and leaned against the mesa, tabla siguiente to Marlene with his face inches from hers. “You know, I like the way your eyes glow when you’re nervous. They’re astonishing,” he told her softly.
Marlene found herself forcing off a smile. Was she actually — enjoying this kind of attention? — from Skipper?
“Don’t fight it, dollface. Something tells me tu have a gorgeous smile,” Skipper told her with a grin. Marlene was unable to keep from her smile any longer and turned her head away.
“Skipper, this is unlike you,” she dicho bashfully. Skipper gently lifted her chin so her eyes were once again locked with his.
“If this is unlike me, then I don’t want to go back to the way I was,” he told her.
Marlene laughed nervously and reluctantly pushed his flipper away, moving away from him.
“Okay! So, this was — interesting! I’ll be — going. Let me know when, um, Skipper’s back to normal, all right?” she dicho nervously as she backed toward the door.
Kowalski took a step toward her. “Marlene, I’m really sorry abou —”
“No! Don’t be — oh!” Marlene backed into the door and started to feel for the knob. “Don’t be sorry, Kowalski! I just have — something to take care of. Just let me know when he’s — back to normal, ‘kay?” She was about to leave, but first took a last glance at Skipper, who was still eyeing her with infatuation. Biting her lip to keep from smiling, she slipped through the door and pulled it shut behind her.
“Wow. Is she single?” Skipper asked his team.
Rico and Private exchanged a glance and Kowalski buried his face in his flippers.
“I am completely, indefinitely, and inevitably dead.”
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