Probably gonna quit this...I read over what I got and...well...It seems lame....I may hoặc may not stop. As long as I can get rid of Writer's Block...
Rico can talk in this one. He will get his scar and lose the ability to talk (Mostly) in the future.
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Chapter 2:
(Skipper's POV)
*PAST*
“Well, here we are.” I đã đưa ý kiến smiling as the last snow fell on the snow banks of Antarctica.
“Yep.” Rico đã đưa ý kiến from beside me. “…I wanna destroy something.”
“Rico!” Hans exclaimed, shaking his head.
I turned around to see my team: Hans, Vee, Rico, Kowalski, Manfredi and Johnson. And of course Bradley, but he was the one who gave us our missions.
Johnson and Vee were annoying both Kowalski and Manfredi who was usually laid back. To tick him off, bạn had to be really annoying.
“Oh my gosh, would bạn two just shut it?!” He screeched at them, pulling at his feathers in distress. Vee and Johnson’s eyes widened and it looked like they were about to cry, but they soon stopped. Manfredi may be cute, but when angered…he gets ugly.
“Oh lighten up, Manfredi,” Bradley rolled his blue eyes. “I’m surprised you’re not out partying.”
“And bởi partying, bạn mean blowing things up in his lab.” Vee teased. Kowalski scowled and slapped her behind the head. “Bradley! He’s hitting me again!” She whined, pointing at Kowalski like a child does when tattle-telling.
“Why are bạn telling me this?” Bradley asked, grinning.
Vee rolled her eyes. “Duh! You’re the one who can ngọn lửa, chữa cháy him!”
Kowalski shoved her. “Hey!”
Manfredi and Johnson stepped in the way. “Okay bạn two, break it up,” Johnson ordered, pulling Vee away from Kowalski while Manfredi pulled Kowalski away. “Skipper?”
I slapped the two—Vee and Kowalski—and glared at them.
“This is our first ngày and already bạn two are fighting.” I scolded them. “We didn’t even get passed ten minutes!”
They each mumbled their ‘sorrys’ and stared at the ground. Even for their age they still act like hatchlings… I thought irritably.
Hans must’ve read my mind hoặc something because he told me, “Remember Skipper, they are only six in human years.”
“Yeah, but Vee’s nineteen.” I argued. “Kowalski’s twenty and they should both know better.” I shot them a look, making them hang their heads down.
“Guys! Line up for a minute!” Johnson yelled from behind us. Turning around, I saw that he had set up a camera. Oh boy…
“Oh no…” Hans groaned, slapping his head. “Johnson, you—”
“Oh come on, Hansy!” Johnson grinned, slapping the loại chim biển, bánh puffin, puffin on the back and almost shoving him beak first in the snow. Hans gave him a cold glare once gaining balance. “I figured bạn liked pictures.” He pushed Rico to a certain spot, tried to make a square with his flippers and looked through it before deciding Rico wasn’t in the right spot.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Hans demanded to know.
“Because,” Johnson pulled a struggling Hans over beside Rico. “Whenever we stare at bạn eating six cá a day, bạn always tell us to take a picture.”
“You do realize that's a lame comeback, right?” Vee questioned, standing in the spot Johnson pointed at.
He shrugged and tousled her head full of extra long feathers. “You know I can’t do good comebacks, Vee-Vee.” He turned to Manfredi and Kowalski.
Manfredi and Johnson had a stare down for five phút before Manfredi gave up and pulled Kowalski to beside Rico and Vee. Johnson always won at stare downs; no idea how.
“Brad!”
“Don’t call me ‘Brad’, Johnny.” Bradley hissed, stepping over beside Rico.
Johnson laughed nervously. “Sorry.”
“Yeah bạn better be, Jo-Jo.” Bradley crossed his flippers, pretending to be stern.
Last was me. No way in the South Pole will he make me pose for a picture.
“No.”
“Aw come on, Skipper!” He groaned. “Don’t make me use Vee on you.” I glanced at Vee who’s brown eyes had become wide as they could go behind her glasses, making her look adorable. I sighed.
“Fine.” Apparently there was a way in the South Pole he could make me…
Johnson ran over to the camera—I still have no idea how he got that—and set it to a timer before running back to us.
Everything was going fine until at the last second, Vee decided to demand for a piggyback ride.
“Piggyback ride!” She jumped on Johnson, making him yelp in surprise and stumble into Hans.
“Hey! Watch it!”
“Uh…”
“Vee, get off of Johnson!”
Bradley began to laugh at them while I slapped my head. Hearing another slap, I knew Manfredi did the same.
Rico can talk in this one. He will get his scar and lose the ability to talk (Mostly) in the future.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2:
(Skipper's POV)
*PAST*
“Well, here we are.” I đã đưa ý kiến smiling as the last snow fell on the snow banks of Antarctica.
“Yep.” Rico đã đưa ý kiến from beside me. “…I wanna destroy something.”
“Rico!” Hans exclaimed, shaking his head.
I turned around to see my team: Hans, Vee, Rico, Kowalski, Manfredi and Johnson. And of course Bradley, but he was the one who gave us our missions.
Johnson and Vee were annoying both Kowalski and Manfredi who was usually laid back. To tick him off, bạn had to be really annoying.
“Oh my gosh, would bạn two just shut it?!” He screeched at them, pulling at his feathers in distress. Vee and Johnson’s eyes widened and it looked like they were about to cry, but they soon stopped. Manfredi may be cute, but when angered…he gets ugly.
“Oh lighten up, Manfredi,” Bradley rolled his blue eyes. “I’m surprised you’re not out partying.”
“And bởi partying, bạn mean blowing things up in his lab.” Vee teased. Kowalski scowled and slapped her behind the head. “Bradley! He’s hitting me again!” She whined, pointing at Kowalski like a child does when tattle-telling.
“Why are bạn telling me this?” Bradley asked, grinning.
Vee rolled her eyes. “Duh! You’re the one who can ngọn lửa, chữa cháy him!”
Kowalski shoved her. “Hey!”
Manfredi and Johnson stepped in the way. “Okay bạn two, break it up,” Johnson ordered, pulling Vee away from Kowalski while Manfredi pulled Kowalski away. “Skipper?”
I slapped the two—Vee and Kowalski—and glared at them.
“This is our first ngày and already bạn two are fighting.” I scolded them. “We didn’t even get passed ten minutes!”
They each mumbled their ‘sorrys’ and stared at the ground. Even for their age they still act like hatchlings… I thought irritably.
Hans must’ve read my mind hoặc something because he told me, “Remember Skipper, they are only six in human years.”
“Yeah, but Vee’s nineteen.” I argued. “Kowalski’s twenty and they should both know better.” I shot them a look, making them hang their heads down.
“Guys! Line up for a minute!” Johnson yelled from behind us. Turning around, I saw that he had set up a camera. Oh boy…
“Oh no…” Hans groaned, slapping his head. “Johnson, you—”
“Oh come on, Hansy!” Johnson grinned, slapping the loại chim biển, bánh puffin, puffin on the back and almost shoving him beak first in the snow. Hans gave him a cold glare once gaining balance. “I figured bạn liked pictures.” He pushed Rico to a certain spot, tried to make a square with his flippers and looked through it before deciding Rico wasn’t in the right spot.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Hans demanded to know.
“Because,” Johnson pulled a struggling Hans over beside Rico. “Whenever we stare at bạn eating six cá a day, bạn always tell us to take a picture.”
“You do realize that's a lame comeback, right?” Vee questioned, standing in the spot Johnson pointed at.
He shrugged and tousled her head full of extra long feathers. “You know I can’t do good comebacks, Vee-Vee.” He turned to Manfredi and Kowalski.
Manfredi and Johnson had a stare down for five phút before Manfredi gave up and pulled Kowalski to beside Rico and Vee. Johnson always won at stare downs; no idea how.
“Brad!”
“Don’t call me ‘Brad’, Johnny.” Bradley hissed, stepping over beside Rico.
Johnson laughed nervously. “Sorry.”
“Yeah bạn better be, Jo-Jo.” Bradley crossed his flippers, pretending to be stern.
Last was me. No way in the South Pole will he make me pose for a picture.
“No.”
“Aw come on, Skipper!” He groaned. “Don’t make me use Vee on you.” I glanced at Vee who’s brown eyes had become wide as they could go behind her glasses, making her look adorable. I sighed.
“Fine.” Apparently there was a way in the South Pole he could make me…
Johnson ran over to the camera—I still have no idea how he got that—and set it to a timer before running back to us.
Everything was going fine until at the last second, Vee decided to demand for a piggyback ride.
“Piggyback ride!” She jumped on Johnson, making him yelp in surprise and stumble into Hans.
“Hey! Watch it!”
“Uh…”
“Vee, get off of Johnson!”
Bradley began to laugh at them while I slapped my head. Hearing another slap, I knew Manfredi did the same.