private: oh ya skippah this is my mom
melody: hello my names melody nice to meet tu skippah
skippah: nice to meet tu too
melody: hola private wanna go get something special tu deserve it come
private: okay mom
skipper: kowalski analysis
kowalski: i have no idea
private: mom can i have 2 boxes of maní, cacahuete mantequilla winkies please
melody: sure here
both: (eats maní, cacahuete mantequilla winkies)
private: ohlookoverthereiseeabirdheheheyay
melody: private high on sugar rush
private: okwaitheymomdidn'tseeyoutherehuhyoudidn'teitherhuh
later
private: (wakes up) mom what happened
melody: sugar rush private
to be continued
melody: hello my names melody nice to meet tu skippah
skippah: nice to meet tu too
melody: hola private wanna go get something special tu deserve it come
private: okay mom
skipper: kowalski analysis
kowalski: i have no idea
private: mom can i have 2 boxes of maní, cacahuete mantequilla winkies please
melody: sure here
both: (eats maní, cacahuete mantequilla winkies)
private: ohlookoverthereiseeabirdheheheyay
melody: private high on sugar rush
private: okwaitheymomdidn'tseeyoutherehuhyoudidn'teitherhuh
later
private: (wakes up) mom what happened
melody: sugar rush private
to be continued
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