My first fanfiction! Enjoy!
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It was navidad eve, 7:56 P.M.
Four penguins of the New York Central Park Zoo were preparing for Christmas.
Setting up the usual Ice tree, hanging mistletoe, (<-- just in case..) and stalkings. Private enjoyed Christmas. a few years hace when he was still new to the penguins HQ, he seriously was confused.
Skipper told him: "Private, tu must understand, this pingüino, pingüino de HQ does not believe in Santa Clause. He's just a fat man who was originally a Hobo and was thrown into the North Pole where he found Reindeers that are idiots. And a bag of Pixie Dust-"
Private interrupted "But what does Tinkabell have to do with anything Skippa?"
Skipper looked at Kowalski for a better excuse. Kowalski shrugged. "Uuh.. We don't celebrate... Christmas?" Kowalski gave the lame excuse and looked sheepish.
Skipper glared "Kowalski!" Skipper barked.
Private look confused. "So we celebrate Haunakuah?"
Skipper shook his head. "No, Kowalski had to...much...EGGNOG! Yeah thats it!"
Kowalski still not catching on replied "Actually. Rico hit the ponche de huevo back in November.."
Skipper smacked his forehead. "Hoover Dam! We'll need to go and get some más ponche de huevo from the darn store! Kowalski! take The Private and go to the grocery store!"
Rico tried looking as innocent as he could "Sowwy weh heh..."
Kowalski and Private blended in a bit with the snow so they didn't have to go to much commando.
Private still wondering "So why do we celebrate navidad K'walski, if it isn't Santa Clause? o Haunakah Harry?"
Kowalski sighed and his breath was shown in the air "I have not the slightest idea Private. Besides, i'm also the smarter one."
Private pondered "Is it about presents?"
Kowalski looked stunned "Well, perhpas for litle kids your age tu believe it. Even though presents get tu fish... candy... and caculators..." Kowalski went on but then decided to stop the rambling "Well I think navidad is about spending time with the ones tu care about. Even if they are physcho and slap tu when tu say the words smart-er-then-you-skipp-er. But yeah..."
Private sighed and thought to himself *well navidad should be taken off the Holiday calender if it's just for spending time with people. I mean. I do it all the time. Even though the ones tu are around are nicer unless tu don't apreciate the present they bought you. Like a math book, and an old mug, and dynamite which was strictly thrust from my flippas...* Then he stopped. He saw a lighted building. it had colorful windows which he didn't know were stain glass windows. Candles, and canto from the inside.
"K'walski?"
"Hm?"
"Whats that?"
"Oh, just a church. They're having their navidad service tonight..."
Private looked curiously. Kowalski just wanting to get the eggnog. and the secret not he had just discovered in his scarf a lista of grocery items.
He groaned and continued to waddle. Then thinking Private was siguiente to him started telling of his navidad he had with his cousins and how his cousin Jeffrey puked up....
Anyway, Private looked at the stain glass, it had a paloma carrying a leaf.
"Odd, he must be making a nest..."
Private listened to the música and they were canto Silent Night...
Private slid inside.
to be continued
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It was navidad eve, 7:56 P.M.
Four penguins of the New York Central Park Zoo were preparing for Christmas.
Setting up the usual Ice tree, hanging mistletoe, (<-- just in case..) and stalkings. Private enjoyed Christmas. a few years hace when he was still new to the penguins HQ, he seriously was confused.
Skipper told him: "Private, tu must understand, this pingüino, pingüino de HQ does not believe in Santa Clause. He's just a fat man who was originally a Hobo and was thrown into the North Pole where he found Reindeers that are idiots. And a bag of Pixie Dust-"
Private interrupted "But what does Tinkabell have to do with anything Skippa?"
Skipper looked at Kowalski for a better excuse. Kowalski shrugged. "Uuh.. We don't celebrate... Christmas?" Kowalski gave the lame excuse and looked sheepish.
Skipper glared "Kowalski!" Skipper barked.
Private look confused. "So we celebrate Haunakuah?"
Skipper shook his head. "No, Kowalski had to...much...EGGNOG! Yeah thats it!"
Kowalski still not catching on replied "Actually. Rico hit the ponche de huevo back in November.."
Skipper smacked his forehead. "Hoover Dam! We'll need to go and get some más ponche de huevo from the darn store! Kowalski! take The Private and go to the grocery store!"
Rico tried looking as innocent as he could "Sowwy weh heh..."
Kowalski and Private blended in a bit with the snow so they didn't have to go to much commando.
Private still wondering "So why do we celebrate navidad K'walski, if it isn't Santa Clause? o Haunakah Harry?"
Kowalski sighed and his breath was shown in the air "I have not the slightest idea Private. Besides, i'm also the smarter one."
Private pondered "Is it about presents?"
Kowalski looked stunned "Well, perhpas for litle kids your age tu believe it. Even though presents get tu fish... candy... and caculators..." Kowalski went on but then decided to stop the rambling "Well I think navidad is about spending time with the ones tu care about. Even if they are physcho and slap tu when tu say the words smart-er-then-you-skipp-er. But yeah..."
Private sighed and thought to himself *well navidad should be taken off the Holiday calender if it's just for spending time with people. I mean. I do it all the time. Even though the ones tu are around are nicer unless tu don't apreciate the present they bought you. Like a math book, and an old mug, and dynamite which was strictly thrust from my flippas...* Then he stopped. He saw a lighted building. it had colorful windows which he didn't know were stain glass windows. Candles, and canto from the inside.
"K'walski?"
"Hm?"
"Whats that?"
"Oh, just a church. They're having their navidad service tonight..."
Private looked curiously. Kowalski just wanting to get the eggnog. and the secret not he had just discovered in his scarf a lista of grocery items.
He groaned and continued to waddle. Then thinking Private was siguiente to him started telling of his navidad he had with his cousins and how his cousin Jeffrey puked up....
Anyway, Private looked at the stain glass, it had a paloma carrying a leaf.
"Odd, he must be making a nest..."
Private listened to the música and they were canto Silent Night...
Private slid inside.
to be continued
"No" dicho Skipper, "why would that help?" He crumpled the paper. "Wait!" He said.
"What?!" asked Private.
"I know what happend!"
Abigail's past 1st person
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I could hardly see through the tears. "Skipper!" I cried, pulling away from my mother. I ran after Skipper and my unfaimiliar father. I knew I could save my younger brother. After all dad wanted both of us. Our parents had divorced right after Skipper was born. Our mom got both of us and ever since then our dad wanted one of us.
It's my bedtime now I'll write más later.
"What?!" asked Private.
"I know what happend!"
Abigail's past 1st person
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I could hardly see through the tears. "Skipper!" I cried, pulling away from my mother. I ran after Skipper and my unfaimiliar father. I knew I could save my younger brother. After all dad wanted both of us. Our parents had divorced right after Skipper was born. Our mom got both of us and ever since then our dad wanted one of us.
It's my bedtime now I'll write más later.
