Kowalski is playing the banjo!

After an hour, Kowalski began to smoke his cigarretes. After the 5th one, he imediately got bored and placed his cigar in the ash tray. He pondered on and looked out the window. There was something on the wing, Kowalski wiped his eyes, assuming he is seeing things. Bravely, he looked again saw a gremlin with the creepiest smile, that looked ghastly, and empty. 'AAAHHHH!!! ATTENDANCE!' yelled Kowalski. Then the gremlin vanished before the flight attendant came. 'What's wrong sir?' asked the flight attendant. 'There's a man o something on the wing, some....thing,' dicho Kowalski. 'Sir, are you...

Lester yawned loudly and began to tinker with Dexter's sunglasses, knowing that it annoyed him. Suddenly, Hexter burst into his room. "Lester, bro, can I borrow those?" He asked and motioned to the sunglasses in Lester's flipper. Lester looked up sleepily. "Sure, I but they're not mine, they're Dexter's," Lester handed Hexter the glasses. Hexter grinned evilly, "I know that," He laughed wickedly. "I know that," He repeated and left.

Lester knew that Hexter was up to something, perhaps another prank. He hoped it wasn't going to be on their father, Blowhole, because last time, he got overly angry...

Me and Penguin11 are in a little...argument. She think SHE belongs with Kowalski...but tu know. I don't think that's true! Kowalski belongs with Rico! We are each making artículos on who we think should win for the pick we have up. Read both of ours, then go vote!

Reason 1: Their friendship. Kowalski and Rico have been friends for, like, FOREVER. Wouldn't it be so easy to transition into something more?

Reason 2: Their work well together. Rico is like Kowalskis right hand man. If Kowalski needs anything to do an experiment, who is gonna have it tucked away in his belly? Rico of course! And also,...

Chapter 1: A depressing end, and an even más depressing beginning

Life

Birth

Animation

Every living thing lives to strive in life. To experience danger, and amor and to gain wisdom to pass on to an new generation. In life there are hopes and dreams, adventure and exploring, and danger. But at some point of live there is death, is it of old age? Murder? Suicide?

A boy was fiddling his thumbs as his mother was driving down a colina toward an intersection, when they both stopped the light was still red. The two was about to visit the boy's grandmother in Boston. Nothing of any significance were wondering...

Skipper followed Maurice to the lémur, lemur exhibit, where Julien was standing on parte superior, arriba of the plastic volcano. Standing around underneath him were various animals, most of which were looking confused o simply bored. Julien was looking slightly nervous, especially when he saw Skipper arrive. As Julien glanced around the crowd, Maurice left Skipper and walked up to the base of the volcán and rapped on it three times with his fist.

“Order!” he dicho authoritatively like a judge. “Now presenting King Julien with an…important announcement. It better be, for all the trouble I had to go through to...

Chapter 4-Assualt

    Skipper and Kowalski were very tired after training together. They went to cama early, before the sun even set. Since the others were gone, Skipper got a bunk this time. They plopped down in their beds like cold turkeys and curled up under their covers.
    “I have never been so overworked in my whole life,” Skipper moaned.
    “Eh, tu will get used to it,” Kowalski assured him. “It is normal training for me.”
    “Does Mr. Halloweentown train tu all the time?” he wondered. “And...

It was six o’ clock - 18:00 hours. All the penguins were busying themselves in the HQ. Skipper was escritura up his daily reportar to himself; Kowalski was working furiously on his clipboard, on the verge of the possibility to divide por zero; Private was merrily working out a puzzle with a picture of a dulces store on it; Rico was brushing his doll’s hair and humming to himself. All was quiet - except the sounds of humming and scribbling - just the way they liked it.

Skipper put down his pencil and just basked in his own thoughts for a while. He realized that he could quite possibly be the luckiest...

         Chapter 5

    The siguiente night Skipper and Brandon was getting everything ready, Skipper was tuning his guitar, and Brandon was getting the rest of the oysters. Once everything was ready Brandon went inside the cave to go get Marlene.

“Hey Marlene, I have a little surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“Come with me but cover your eyes.”

“Why do I have to cover my eyes?”

“Just cover them and fallow me Marlene.”

So Marlene and Brandon both went outside. Brandon was holding her arms so wouldn’t be bumping in to anything...

Finn grabbed my arm. "Marlene, tu can't be serious." he whispered.

"Oh, tu bet I am serious." I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrow.

"You can't be together." Finn said.

"Give me two reasons why." I frowned.

"One. You're a mammal and he's a bird," Finn paused. "Two. Skipper looks like one of those animales who'll just break your heart."

"Well, is that bad? What if he isn't one of those guys? What? Are tu a racist against Skipper now? I thought tu guys were friends?" I snapped.

"It's not bad and I hope he's not one of those guys and no he's not a racist and yes we are friends." Finn reacted as...

One day, In 1979, soon o later, something happened. This is how I lost my tail. I performed trick at Coney Island, New York. Way before Dr blowhole performed the Ring of Fire. I had to perform a highly dangerous trick. I had to jump through 3 hoops of fire, In a pool of sharks.
Trainer: Come on, tu retarded dolphin.
Me: Yeah right.
Other trainer: This delfín is only 10. He shouldnt be jumping through these hoops at this time, he's young.
Trainer: What do tu know about dolphins?
Me: *What do YOU!?*
Other trainer: FINE. I was just thinking that Jack (Me) is too young to perform this dangerous...

Hexter struggled violently against the net. If he didn't get the water out his lugs soon, he would die and he knew it. Hexter lashed one way to the next. The net got caught into his mouth, cutting into the roof of his mouth. I'm gonna die. he thought gloomily as he gasped for air. So far, he had only succeeded in tangling his right flipper tighter in the netting. Hexter struggled again for one last time and was still.

Dexter was happy. He thought he had killed Hexter, and now his troubles were over. No más prankster. The perfect paradise. As he swam home, he realized that his parents would...