Operation: Skilene
Author’s Note: I started on these a while ago, and have decided to finally đăng lên them. Most of these shorts were inspired bởi a game on fanpop called “What would Skipper say (WWSS) Game” on pages 40-43. Thank bạn to 27Kowalski (on Fanpop), also known as SierraTangoEcho on deviantArt, for helping me with ideas and scenarios. Credit goes to her for the few drawings. I hope bạn enjoy đọc them as much as I enjoyed nghề viết văn them. They are in no particular order, other than the sequence they were written. Please review!

PS, for those following my “Operation: Challenge,”...

'Big..Brothah..'

He opened his eyes to see that male chim cánh cụt who he remembered correctly...HAD NO FLIPPING EYE.

"So you're awake?"

Private sat up, he was in his bed? Thankfully, the male had a bandage on.

"Don't worry, I am your ally."

"What?"

"Sorry I scared bạn earlier.. I guess I'm not used to hiển thị up to normal people."

"Your missing eye...Did my brothah do that to you?"

"That's in the past."

Private sighed, "Evahyone seems to have it for him. But, bạn hate him too, right?"

"Because of our hate, we can't rest in peace. But I can save you. We need to get bạn out of here." He grabbed Private's flipper...

Sorry about the long wait. Here's the tiếp theo chapter. It's short, but I hope bạn enjoy!

Rico had debated whether he should keep what he saw to himself hoặc tell his leader. In the end, he dismissed it as a hallucination produced bởi his hunger. The chim cánh cụt stuffed another cá into his beak. “This is good fish,” he grunted, mouth full.

Leroy lấy trộm, đánh cắp a glance at him before laughing. Soon, the rùa, con rùa was on the ground, his body shaking with laughter. Private stared at him curiously, unable to stop a smile from breaking out into his features. “What’s so funny?”

Leroy took in a deep breath....

Author’s Note: So, this is kind of a spin-off of the movie, A Thousand Words (starring Eddie Murphy). It’s not going to be like the movie with the cây losing its leaves, though. It will be a little different. Hope bạn enjoy! Please review!

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    “Maurice! Where is my smoothie?!” Julien impatiently called from his throne. Maurice rolled his eyes and picked up his pace.

    “It’ll be done in a minute, your highness. I’m trying to get it to blend evenly,” he explained as he watched the fruits in the blender mix into one color.

    “Well,...

........ugh....
???:what the.....where am...I-ugh! I must have twisted my leg.
Julien was inside a room, clustered with dusty and dirty chairs, where was he?

Julien:ugh... Where am I?

Julien began to walk around the room looking for clues as to where he was, on the other side of the classroom was Maurice lying on the ground.

Julien:!!!!, Maurice, Maurice answer me!

Julien couldn't reach him because of all the stuff in the way. He decides to leave the room to check to see if Maurice was ok. While leaving the room to check the other side, julien tripped and sprained his ankle even more.

Julien:...

"I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General", hoặc " The Major-General's Song"was written bởi the playwrights Gilbert and Sullivan in 1879. The song is famous, and you've probably heard it before.


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Blowhole: I am the very model of an evil cá heo mastermind
I treat my minions fairly and to them, i think I'm very kind
I know those stupid peng-yoo-ins would try to claim the contrary
And then I'd say to Private, "Lunacorns are imaginary".
I'm very well acquainted, too, with evil schemes to rule the world,
I understand the way to win the tình yêu of not just any girl
And Skipper's awful cooking can make...

Skipper, julien, Marlene, and Rico were all getting frustrated because they felt like they were going in a complete circle, they have no luck finding either private hoặc kowalski, skipper was starting to get worried.

Rico: what if they got injured hoặc worse because if spirits, hoặc that huge guy who attacked me, I mean hell, I barely got away from that guy!

Skipper: enough! I know there both fine, there both strong, and they know not to give up so easily, now calm down , think positive!

Rico then realized that he was overreacting, he knew that they were both fine.

Marlene: but where could they be? I...

Author’s Note: Sorry for the long wait. School’s been a pain for me as of late since I’m a Senior in high school and I need to do all these Senior things and get ready for the big ngày and all. And writers block really didn’t help either. XD But I want to say thank bạn to stlouisfan who helped me in the nghề viết văn of this chapter. Thanks dude!

Chapter 4: The Final Clue

After a ngày and a half of waddling, Private could make out something in the distance along the rocky landscape. It was large and gray, but at this distance he couldn't tell what it was. But as he got closer, he could make...

The tiếp theo thing Private knows, he is on the ground; at his mother's feet. Something laid on hàng đầu, đầu trang of the little penguin. It has to be what had pushed him. It begins to get up.
It is Nigel! He lifts him into his fins.
"Private!" His mother cries, and hugs him tightly.
"There's no time! We need to get out of here!" Nigel says sternly. His voice had no emotion, except urgency. Private had never seen his uncle so serious. He was always so light-hearted and cheery. Goofy uncle Nigel, Private's mother's older brother.
They rush between people and their legs. Most scream, while some men shove through the...

"Help!" Private screamed. Shock supressed his body so much-he could barely stand. The car came to a screeching stop. The headlights flickered off, and the side door began opening. As the chim cánh cụt began getting out, Private began recognizing him thêm and more. "Oh my gosh!" Private gasped.
Skipper laid firm. Ramona circled in closer and closer. His eyes followed her to the best of their ablitities. "Sorry, must have dropped my ax. Better get it out." Ramona teased, and grasped the weapon with both flippers. She wedged it in even tighter, inflicting pain, which caused him to wince even more.
Skipper...

Private dashed into a hiding place, grasping the knife. The rocking chair was perfect! As he sat down, the door opened. Skipper shut it gently behind him. Anxiety portrayed on Skipper's face. Because he got closer, Skipper's footstep's got louder. Each thump made Private quiver.
Although it seemed Skipper was searching for something, his footseps stopped. Private poked his head out. He saw Skipper's back on his own bed. When Skipper reached for his nightstand, Private gasped. Instead of rummaging through the droor for his knife, he took a corded phone that was set on top. Private sighed in...