Duct-taped to a dumpster...not wierd at all...

Silence....that's all I could hear in that tiny room. The smell was overwhelming, probably because of Rico's corpse, I could tell that we were all losing it, I couldn't tell how long Kowalski was going to last anymore.

Private: skipper....I miss Rico...

I looked over at private to try and comfort him, but I could tell between his reared eyes, that he wanted to get out of here, away from it all.

Skipper:I know tu do private, we all do....but there's nothing we can do to bring him back

Huh.....it's funny.....I'll never see Rico again...never see his crazy ideas when we go on a mission, never to...

It was a brigh and sunny día at the CPZ, all the zoo residents were still asleep. All except for Team Penguin. Team pingüino, pingüino de consists of 4 trained pingüino, pingüino de commandos...
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Skipper, leader of the group and segundo shortest in height. Description: Flat head, sapphire blue eyes, wide naranja beak, naranja webbed toes, night black back, flippers, parte superior, arriba of head and upper tail feathers and white feathers everywhere else. He's stubborn, stern, fierce but is also kind, caring and protective.

Next there's Kowaski, the lieutenant (A/N: Does anyone know how to pronounce lieutenant?)...

The penguins were far on their way. The morning turned to a sweltering afternoon. Later, that shifted to a chilling night. The waves rocked mellowly.
Private glided through the water with Celeste on his left and Skipper on his right. Everything felt right. Even though the water was freezing due to nightfall, none of them were the least bit cold. They all had swam through much worse.
As time passed on, they weren't even close to the destination they had hoped for. All of them, began to tire sooner o later.The energy to keep going was scarce in all of them. The sky above the ocean was pitch...

Note: I was listening to this one song and I thought the lyrics totally fit this story. Not so much as a song but a poem. I have a few of the words. And no I did NOT copy off some one's idea to make a story based off this song. I was escritura the story before I listened to it. It just fits. I hope tu like it!

"There's a place that I know
It's not pretty there and few have ever
Gone.
If I mostrar it to tu now
Will it make tu run away
o will tu stay
Even if it hurts?
Even if I push tu out
Will tu return?
And remind me who I really am.
Please remind me who I really am.
Everbody's got a dark...

As soon as the reached their humble habitat, they entered the lab. Kowalski and Rico were still transporting the creature. She was only about Private's size and age and as thin as paper, but as heavy as Skipper.
"Private, if tu could roll this examing mesa, tabla to us I'd greatly appreciate it. Rico, we're going to lift her up on three." Kowalski strained as they struggled under the weight of the little penguin.
The chubby pingüino, pingüino de pushed the mesa, tabla in front of his friends.
"Three ... two ........ one!" Kowalski ordered.
The two strong penguins managed to put her soundly on the mesa, tabla without awakening...

"And then, well let's not say anything about Jonstion." Skipper just finshed telling Marlene that Private was his son. "Wow. Is that why tu personly slap Private?" asked Marlene. "That's clasified, Marlene." anwsered Skipper. "Whats no longer clasifed is my fealings tords you. I amor Marlene. Do tu amor me?" he asked. "I thought you'd never ask. Let's take this to the siguiente level. Shut-up and kiss me." dicho Marlene. Little
did they know, Skipper's doctor and and assistent
were watching. "I think fate wanted us to see this. Right, Chase?" Chase replied, "Right Amber." The couples embrased, but...