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The leader chim cánh cụt doesn’t feel well. He has no other choice but to take a couple of days off. Fortunately, Marlene, Kowalski, Rico and Private are always there for him. Even the lemurs lean a hand:)

CHAPTER ONE: I feel sick

bởi the time he woke up he’d already realized there was something wrong. He didn’t feel like his usual self. His muscles were a bit sore, his head was aching and there was an unpleasant feeling deep down in his guts. As if he hadn’t been eating for months.
He glanced at the tường clock and gazed at horror. He couldn’t have overslept! The sight of Private waddling up and around in the room made him feel even worse. It was up to him to wake up the rest of the team. He was the one who would always get up earlier, set the breakfast and make the plan for the day.
“Private?” he asked, leaning across the bunk and gazing at the youngest penguin. “Why are bạn up and around already?”
“Dunno, Skippa, just felt like getting up earlier” chirped Private in his childish voice, quả anh đào, anh đào and optimistic as always. “Would bạn care for some coffee?” he added, raising a cup of Skipper’s yêu thích catfish coffee from the table.
Skippa just sat in his bunk, evidently confused and somewhat embarrassed. He shook his head and jumped down on the ground to help Private set the table. As he landed on the floor, he staggered a bit and subconsciously held his head with his flippers. Unfortunately it wasn’t unnoticed bởi Private, who immediately waddled up towards his boss, concern and anxiety written all over his face.
“All right there, Skippa?” he asked.
“M’fine” muttered Skipper and smiled involuntarily. “Come on now, let’s wake up the rest of the team. Rico!” he jumped up to the một giây lowest bunk. He shook his comrade’s flipper gently. “On your feet, soldier. It’s already 8:00 a.m! We’ve got lots of training to do!”
He received a dreamy moan for an answer. Rico wriggled in his giường sheets and rolled on the over side of the bank, his precious dolly pressed to his feathery chest.
“Now come ooon” muttered Skippa. Suddenly it came down to him this wasn’t the way he’d usually act when it came to his comrade’s laziness and lack of discipline. He would always grab the megaphone and scream his lungs out, sending all threesome on the floor in a crumpled heap.
There was a short, unpleasant wave of pain in the back of his head.
“No, no, please.. make it go away! Make it go away! I have no time for sickness!” he kept repeating in his thoughts. Meanwhile Kowalski was waking up in his bunk, stretching and yawning.
He jumped on the ground, looked at the clock and gasped in shock.
“Yes, I know” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper, seeing his astonished face. “Dunno what happened. I never used to oversleep. I guess that today is the first time”.
“Did bạn sleep well?” asked Private, considerate and empathic as always.


“Fairly well” muttered Skippa. But he was feeling worse, much worse. The pain didn’t seem to go away.
Rico flashed his eyes open and yawned loudly.
“Let’s have some breakfast, shall we?” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper and made several wobbly steps towards the table. Suddenly he felt his legs sluing from under him. His eyes went all foggy and there was that terrible wave of nausea that overtook his guts all of a sudden.
He saw a thick stream of vomit escaping through his beak and splashing on the ground right in front of him. The last thing he registered before losing consciousness was Kowalski’s flipper shielding Private’s eyes and someone’s high pitched voice: “Oh my God!” bouncing off the walls.
That voice belonged to Marlene.
Stripes 03.16.16

Note: This installment contains implied Skilene. Perceive it as bạn will.

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“. . . and I want Rico on aerial surveillance,” Skipper đã đưa ý kiến to his team down in the HQ. “Private and I will scout the ground. We’ll —”

“Hey, guys,” đã đưa ý kiến a voice from behind, causing the team to instinctively jump into combat position. Marlene flinched and held up her paws. “Whoa, guys! It’s just me.”

Skipper relaxed his stance and rolled his eyes. “We’ve already told you. You’re not authorized to just drop down here without permission. We are in the middle of a classified...
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Kick in the Head 03.03.16

Note: This installment is humanized. It’s a silly improv idea I thought of and I randomly decided to turn it into a little ficlet.

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Marlene sat at one of the chairs at a beauty shop, waiting for her stylist to come. She looked through a magazine that showed a bunch of women with various styles of hair, occasionally looking into the mirror and imagining her with a particular one.

“Ooh, girl! Look — at — you!” a woman đã đưa ý kiến as she came to her side, fluffing her hair a bit. Her nametag read Tange and she had a thick, nasally Brooklyn accent. She had to...
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Foreign 02.24.16

“Morning, Nari!” Marlene đã đưa ý kiến one morning, excitedly nudging her habitat-mate and adoptive sister. “Come on, wake up!” she urged, eager to get out in the Monterey sun.

Nari stretched her arms and legs with a yawn as she sat up. “Marlene, the morning will still be there in ten minutes,” she complained with a smile.

Marlene laughed and pulled her arm. “Don’t be a wimp! Come on! Let’s go for a swim!”

The two went outside their cave-like room out into the California spring morning, Marlene at the lead while Nari lagged behind. Marlene chim bồ câu, bồ câu into their pond while...
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added by Featherson
Source: Biệt đội chim cánh cụt vùng Madagascar
posted by peacebaby7
Author’s Note: This is my sixth installment of skits. My first was regular everyday scenarios (link), then Skilene-themed skits (link), then a set for the villains (link), then a set starring the lemurs (link), then a humanized set (link), and lastly, Dorski-themed skits (link). I now present to my readers, Dave Skits! I had loads of fun with this one and I hope bạn all enjoy them. bởi the way, I certainly did not do this as an excuse to make celebrity puns. I’m not sure why bạn would think that . . .

61) Time is Money [XXVIII]

“I want to thank bạn for meeting with me, Mr. Miyoshi. Your...
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posted by Mother-of-PoM
Then, there were gone. Private went into the bathroom where he noticed something he didn't notice before. A key was sitting tiếp theo to the bathtub. He started to walk in front of the bathtub to get to the key but a zombie threw itself out of the bathtub making him yelp and back away.

'Around the tub then...'

Private was thankful the zombie didn't di chuyển as he made his way around. He smiled and picked up the key. Then the zombie lunged at him, Private screamed and moved to doge it then slid out of the room and slammed the door shut. His eyes widened. A doll with red feathers and amber eyes was walking...
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posted by Mother-of-PoM
(This was made for my own enjoyment of PoM and Mad Father, plus I have to get this out of my head XD This takes place before Private even joined the team and this is not cannon. Its fanmade. So without further jibber jabbers, enjoy.)

A small black flipper knocked against a steel door. He frowned when no one answered the door.

"Big Brothah?" He tried again, "Are bạn in there Blue?" He inquired lowly, he has been warned over and again not to raise his voice in the house. He stepped aside as the door opened and his big brother came out. "Big brothah!" He smiled brightly.

The chim cánh cụt in front of him...
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Smile 09.06.15

“Operation: Nữ hoàng băng giá is a success!” Skipper said, holding up his successfully retrieved snow cone.

Kowalski sighed. “Too bad they were out of blueberry,” he muttered in disappointment.

Skipper rolled his eyes. “Let it go,” he said. He turned toward the others. “Let’s head back to HQ.”

The penguins started their journey back through Central Park to the zoo, happily licking at their snow cones in the mid-summer heat. But when they were about halfway there, Private grabbed his leader’s shoulder to bring him to a stop.

“Wait, Skipper, look over there,” he đã đưa ý kiến pointing...
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Dying 04.04.15

Note: This installment is humanized.

— § —

Skipper sat in the emergency room waiting area, his face in his hands, as he waited for the doctor to come back with news. His college roommate and best friend, Kowalski, sat tiếp theo to him, wishing he could think of something to say to bring him comfort. They’d been waiting there for almost an hour. Finally, a surgeon stepped out of the operating room, her hands and arms wet after scrubbing out. She pulled his face mask under her chin.

“Mr. Guin?” she inquired toward Skipper, who stood.

“Yes. How is she?” he asked rubbing his...
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Sacrifice 02.09.15

Note: This chapter is humanized. It also contains character death.

— § —

Kowalski took a shaky breath and stood before the guests seated in rows of fold-up chairs. Suppressed sobs punctured the silence.

“I’ll be honest. When I was first told that Skipper had been killed, I nearly laughed,” he said. The guests’ expressions twisted in a mixture of shock and confusion.

“Not because it was funny, but because I’d always imagined Skipper would intimidate Death himself,” he explained, almost smiling. The guests relaxed and exchanged glances as they realized how right...
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added by Sheila-Daimond
 "Breaking News!"
"Breaking News!"
This part was a lot of fun to write! Please review!

"Breaking news!" the tall, blonde haired news reporter exclaimed. "I'm live to you, from the Arctic! Today, November 26th, 2004, there was an avalanche, spreading across the great portion of a mountain! Luckily, there was only person in its path, and he is only suffering minor injuries. Here he is now!"

Now there was a man, the same man that the group of Arctic động vật had saved from the avalanche. The blonde reporter held her microphone up and asked: "How did bạn manage to get out of that with only a broken nose?"

The man, who still seemed traumatized...
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Eight Months Later

Kowalski woke with a yawn and hopped down from the hàng đầu, đầu trang bunk. He slugged his way over to the coffee machine to start Skipper’s brew when he realized it’d already been made. Suddenly alert, he turned to see Skipper’s bunk empty and a faint light coming from under his lab door. He gently pushed it open and peered in.

Skipper was facing away from him at the parallel bars Rico had built for him when he’d finally stood up from his wheelchair two weeks ago. So far, he hadn’t been able to do much but stand and pivot, but Skipper kept swearing he could feel in his gut that...
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The tiếp theo morning it was time that me and Skipper start heading back to the central park zoo. despite me being injured last night I still got some strength in me left.

Skipper: *wakes up then yawns* well it's morning *looks at me still sleeping* xin chào Kiva wake up.

Me: *wakes up then yawns* xin chào Skipper, is it morning yet?

Skipper: yep, and it's time for us to head back to the central park zoo *puts my blanket in my backpack then puts on my backpack*

Me: bạn know Skipper, bạn look pretty fine wearing my backpack.

Skipper: well after all bạn got injured last night when bạn push me out of the way and...
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added by ILUVKOWALSKI
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posted by TheRatKing1
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“Crazy Old Cat Lady”

“The Penguins of Madagascar”

Season 4 Episode 7 (4X07)

Production Code: 407

Previous: “The cá heo Who Hired Me”
Next: “Porpoise With a Purpose”

Crazy Old Cat Lady/Transcript

Scene I: Gladys’ Apartment

(Nana and Gladys are sitting down at Gladys’ coffee table, drinking trà and laughing)

Nana: (Chuckling) So I đã đưa ý kiến to him, “My Handbag!” and I WALLOPED him right where it hurt! He was a very bad kitty, that Alex! Oh (giggles) yes he was!

Gladys: Oh but dear, how did bạn ever get out of Africa in the first place?

Nana: Oi, Gladys, it was quite the trip! I had...
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The moon shone its rays over the treetops, lighting up my way. The forest was silent, except for the sound of my beating heart, which I hoped only I could hear. This was a suicide mission; it was either do hoặc die. If Blowhole was defeated, I would finally get my revenge. On the other hand, if I lost, I would not have long to live.
I almost jumped out of my feathers when an owl screamed at me to get out of his territory. I think he was afraid that I was going to steal his mice. I would not loose sleep over it. I had sworn never to eat a chuột again unless it was a dire emergency.
Have bạn ever...
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Note: This is a short chapter just to conclude things up. Hope bạn enjoyed it!

“Kowalski, tell me you’ve cracked this thing,” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. “The humans will arrive at any moment.”
“Almost there, Skipper. Just a few thêm touches.”
Private turned to his leader. “Skipper! Someone’s coming!”
“Kowalski! It’s now hoặc never!”
Kowalski hit the send button. “Mission accomplished, sir.”
“Go! Go! Go!”
The team made it up to the air vent just in time. The humans walked into the room. “I could have sworn I’d closed the lights.”
“Nah, you’re crazy.”
“It’s...
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