Fairy Tale 05.24.15
Skipper gripped the bars of his cage as Hans stood boastfully on the other side.
“All right, puffin,” he đã đưa ý kiến scowling, “you got me. What’s your plan this time?”
Hans smiled. “Why the rush?” he asked. “Can’t we talk?”
Skipper arched a brow and narrowed his eyes. “Talk? As in the exchange of words?”
Hans rolled his eyes. “That’s typically the definition of talk, Skipper.”
Skipper studied him carefully. “What about?”
Hans turned around and headed back to a control bàn under a large screen. “Do bạn remember when we were children, Skipper?” he asked calmly.
Skipper grimaced and glared at him. “Like a bell. Why?”
Hans hit a button and an image appeared on the screen. It was of he and Skipper at a young age, celebrating a successful mission. Skipper looked at it with disgust.
“What’s your game here, Hans?” he asked suspiciously.
Hans faced him and leaned back against the control table. “Don’t bạn remember that mission? I believe I recall saving your life.”
“You know that’s based on a technicality,” Skipper argued gripping the bars tighter. “What’s your point?”
Hans smiled. “I’m getting to it.” He hit another button. Another image displayed he and Skipper as children, on their first ngày of training. “Aw, look at us. We were so tiny!”
Skipper rolled his eyes. “Just get to the point, Hans.”
Hans sighed irritably. “What? bạn don’t want a trip down memory lane?”
“I’ll kick your tail feathers down memory lane,” Skipper replied crossly.
Hans approached his cage. “What’s the matter? Did bạn forget about the good ol’ days?” he asked tauntingly.
“First of all, that was over thirty years ago. Second, there was nothing ‘good’ about any of those days. bạn and your twisted mother accepted me into your family with nothing but deception and lies,” Skipper growled.
“Well, if you’re so big on technicalities, we only told one lie, which was about what happened to that silly little village of yours. And I didn’t even know it was a lie until I was a teenager. But everything else, that was no lie. We weren’t just friends, Skipper. We were brothers,” Hans explained.
Skipper didn’t break eye contact. “Emphasis on the were. And if we were such great ‘brothers,’ why did bạn frame me?”
Hans’ expression hardened. “Because bạn left me for dead when bạn found out the truth. bạn never even tried to hear my side of the story, hoặc mend our relationship. bạn took everything I had away!”
“Well, then I guess bạn got your revenge already!” Skipper đã đưa ý kiến slamming his fist into the bars. “You got your revenge that night at the Ministry of Open-Faced Sandwiches! What thêm do bạn want from me?” he asked as he weighed his chances of ripping out one of the cage bars and smacking Hans with it.
Hans’ expression softened. “Aw,” he mocked. “You still miss her.”
Skipper glared at Hans, but he didn’t respond.
“Anyway,” Hans đã đưa ý kiến nonchalantly, “what I’m getting at is a proposal.”
“Not interested,” Skipper replied without hesitation.
“You haven’t even heard it yet!” Hans protested. “I’m willing to put everything behind us. I really think we can be brothers again, just like—” he glanced longingly at the picture on the screen— “the good ol’ days.”
Skipper looked as if he’d just been punched in the gut. “You really believe I’m just going to put everything behind us so we can be Những người bạn again? Foremost, I don’t trust that this is a genuine proposal without a catch for an instant. Even if it was, I’d rather drink Number 12 than agree to a cockamamie reconciliation as that.”
Hans folded his flippers over his chest. “Really, Skipper? Not even for your own brother? We grew up together. We can have that again.”
“You’re not my brother,” Skipper replied. “My brothers are back at home, waiting for me to return from this seemingly pointless solo mission that was obviously a waste of my time. Do bạn even have an evil plan?”
Hans sighed impatiently. “What I want is a truce. We set aside our differences and be chums again. I just don’t understand what’s so hard to understand about that. That was years ago. I’ve let go. Why haven’t you?”
“What kind of fairy tale are bạn living in?” Skipper asked indignantly. “I will never let go. All bạn had to do was find me and we could’ve worked things out! bạn didn’t have to—to—” Skipper gripped the bars and looked at the ground, fighting to push the memory from his mind.
“I don’t believe that for a second,” Hans said. “You came to the Ministry that night to lock me up forever. bạn wouldn’t have brought that little klaphat if bạn weren’t.”
“Don’t talk about her that way, bạn son of a leopard seal!” Skipper yelled through the bars. “I swear if I get my flippers on you, I’ll—”
“Don’t waste your energy,” Hans đã đưa ý kiến with a dismissive wave of his flipper. “You’ve made your decision. If you’re not going to tham gia me, then I guess I’ll just have to get my revenge on bạn once and for all. Good bye,” he đã đưa ý kiến slamming his fist down on a button. A computerized voice told him there was thirty giây until self-destruct and started counting down.
Hans sprinted from the room and Skipper growled under his breath. He reached down to his leg, where he’d secured a paper clip safely hidden under his feathers. After using it to pick the lock to the cage, he glared at the bức ảnh still displayed on the screen before bolting from the room. He escaped with seven giây to spare, and Hans was nowhere to be seen.
“Next time,” Skipper đã đưa ý kiến under his breath. Then he started the long journey home.
— § —
Note: This is actually inspiration from something I’ve been working on for about two years now. I will đăng lên it, it is just the câu hỏi of when I can finally finish it. I have a lot of ideas for it that I’ve been dying to get on paper, but with several life issues (writer’s block, school, other personal events), it’s been a struggle to get it finished. This is why I finish a story before publishing. So, I guess bạn can consider this a preview.
bởi the way, klaphat means idiot. I just thought it sounded thêm insulting in Danish.
Skipper gripped the bars of his cage as Hans stood boastfully on the other side.
“All right, puffin,” he đã đưa ý kiến scowling, “you got me. What’s your plan this time?”
Hans smiled. “Why the rush?” he asked. “Can’t we talk?”
Skipper arched a brow and narrowed his eyes. “Talk? As in the exchange of words?”
Hans rolled his eyes. “That’s typically the definition of talk, Skipper.”
Skipper studied him carefully. “What about?”
Hans turned around and headed back to a control bàn under a large screen. “Do bạn remember when we were children, Skipper?” he asked calmly.
Skipper grimaced and glared at him. “Like a bell. Why?”
Hans hit a button and an image appeared on the screen. It was of he and Skipper at a young age, celebrating a successful mission. Skipper looked at it with disgust.
“What’s your game here, Hans?” he asked suspiciously.
Hans faced him and leaned back against the control table. “Don’t bạn remember that mission? I believe I recall saving your life.”
“You know that’s based on a technicality,” Skipper argued gripping the bars tighter. “What’s your point?”
Hans smiled. “I’m getting to it.” He hit another button. Another image displayed he and Skipper as children, on their first ngày of training. “Aw, look at us. We were so tiny!”
Skipper rolled his eyes. “Just get to the point, Hans.”
Hans sighed irritably. “What? bạn don’t want a trip down memory lane?”
“I’ll kick your tail feathers down memory lane,” Skipper replied crossly.
Hans approached his cage. “What’s the matter? Did bạn forget about the good ol’ days?” he asked tauntingly.
“First of all, that was over thirty years ago. Second, there was nothing ‘good’ about any of those days. bạn and your twisted mother accepted me into your family with nothing but deception and lies,” Skipper growled.
“Well, if you’re so big on technicalities, we only told one lie, which was about what happened to that silly little village of yours. And I didn’t even know it was a lie until I was a teenager. But everything else, that was no lie. We weren’t just friends, Skipper. We were brothers,” Hans explained.
Skipper didn’t break eye contact. “Emphasis on the were. And if we were such great ‘brothers,’ why did bạn frame me?”
Hans’ expression hardened. “Because bạn left me for dead when bạn found out the truth. bạn never even tried to hear my side of the story, hoặc mend our relationship. bạn took everything I had away!”
“Well, then I guess bạn got your revenge already!” Skipper đã đưa ý kiến slamming his fist into the bars. “You got your revenge that night at the Ministry of Open-Faced Sandwiches! What thêm do bạn want from me?” he asked as he weighed his chances of ripping out one of the cage bars and smacking Hans with it.
Hans’ expression softened. “Aw,” he mocked. “You still miss her.”
Skipper glared at Hans, but he didn’t respond.
“Anyway,” Hans đã đưa ý kiến nonchalantly, “what I’m getting at is a proposal.”
“Not interested,” Skipper replied without hesitation.
“You haven’t even heard it yet!” Hans protested. “I’m willing to put everything behind us. I really think we can be brothers again, just like—” he glanced longingly at the picture on the screen— “the good ol’ days.”
Skipper looked as if he’d just been punched in the gut. “You really believe I’m just going to put everything behind us so we can be Những người bạn again? Foremost, I don’t trust that this is a genuine proposal without a catch for an instant. Even if it was, I’d rather drink Number 12 than agree to a cockamamie reconciliation as that.”
Hans folded his flippers over his chest. “Really, Skipper? Not even for your own brother? We grew up together. We can have that again.”
“You’re not my brother,” Skipper replied. “My brothers are back at home, waiting for me to return from this seemingly pointless solo mission that was obviously a waste of my time. Do bạn even have an evil plan?”
Hans sighed impatiently. “What I want is a truce. We set aside our differences and be chums again. I just don’t understand what’s so hard to understand about that. That was years ago. I’ve let go. Why haven’t you?”
“What kind of fairy tale are bạn living in?” Skipper asked indignantly. “I will never let go. All bạn had to do was find me and we could’ve worked things out! bạn didn’t have to—to—” Skipper gripped the bars and looked at the ground, fighting to push the memory from his mind.
“I don’t believe that for a second,” Hans said. “You came to the Ministry that night to lock me up forever. bạn wouldn’t have brought that little klaphat if bạn weren’t.”
“Don’t talk about her that way, bạn son of a leopard seal!” Skipper yelled through the bars. “I swear if I get my flippers on you, I’ll—”
“Don’t waste your energy,” Hans đã đưa ý kiến with a dismissive wave of his flipper. “You’ve made your decision. If you’re not going to tham gia me, then I guess I’ll just have to get my revenge on bạn once and for all. Good bye,” he đã đưa ý kiến slamming his fist down on a button. A computerized voice told him there was thirty giây until self-destruct and started counting down.
Hans sprinted from the room and Skipper growled under his breath. He reached down to his leg, where he’d secured a paper clip safely hidden under his feathers. After using it to pick the lock to the cage, he glared at the bức ảnh still displayed on the screen before bolting from the room. He escaped with seven giây to spare, and Hans was nowhere to be seen.
“Next time,” Skipper đã đưa ý kiến under his breath. Then he started the long journey home.
— § —
Note: This is actually inspiration from something I’ve been working on for about two years now. I will đăng lên it, it is just the câu hỏi of when I can finally finish it. I have a lot of ideas for it that I’ve been dying to get on paper, but with several life issues (writer’s block, school, other personal events), it’s been a struggle to get it finished. This is why I finish a story before publishing. So, I guess bạn can consider this a preview.
bởi the way, klaphat means idiot. I just thought it sounded thêm insulting in Danish.
WATCH the trước đó specials on the Operation Blowhole DVD. hoặc download them from iTunes and watch them on your computer, tablet, hoặc smartphone.
LIVE the action in the Penguins of Madagascar video game Dr Blowhole Returns AGAIN! Available for KINECT for Xbox360, PS3, Nintendo DS, and uDraw for Wii.
PLAY The Deep theme of the Pinball HD Collection app. Complete awesome missions, slay the shark, and discover hidden treasure. Available on the App Store.
DANCE to Dr Blowhole's theme song, bạn Make Me Feel bởi rắn hổ mang Starship, the hit single from their latest album, Night Shades. Dance to it your own way hoặc dance to it on Just Dance 4 (Wii, Kinect) and Dance Central 3 (Only for Kinect).
And on the ngày the special airs, grab your popcorn, turn down the lights, and get ready for The chim cánh cụt who Loved Me starring Dr Blowhole!
if manfredi and Johnson were still alive I think it would go like this.....
manfredi: ATENTION MEN, TODAY IS THE 4TH ANIVERSARY OF THE ngày SKIPPER AND KOWALSKI MET THEIR FATE IN THAT ngày SPA INCIDENT,
private; I thought it was something to do with a whale?
rico:blaugh blagga blappo flying pirhanas
Johnson: I was told tình yêu potion #37
benny(new recruit):a talent hiển thị gone wrong with chinese lanterns?
skippers ghost (DUN người đi đòi nợ, dun DUUUUN):NO it was all manfredis fault, he (manfredi sucks him up with vaccum)
kowalskis ghost: as skipper was saying we were in manila when(manfredi drops an toàn, két an toàn on him)
skippers ghost(escaping from vaccum): trust me skipper what could go wrong he said...(vaccum is thrown out of window)
kowalskis ghost (stepping out of safe): and then the con voi foot went off and the manillan border patrol...(is aslo thrown out window)
(manfredi grabs an toàn, két an toàn and grenade and throws both out window
BOOOOOM
all stare at manfredi then take a step back....
manfredi: ATENTION MEN, TODAY IS THE 4TH ANIVERSARY OF THE ngày SKIPPER AND KOWALSKI MET THEIR FATE IN THAT ngày SPA INCIDENT,
private; I thought it was something to do with a whale?
rico:blaugh blagga blappo flying pirhanas
Johnson: I was told tình yêu potion #37
benny(new recruit):a talent hiển thị gone wrong with chinese lanterns?
skippers ghost (DUN người đi đòi nợ, dun DUUUUN):NO it was all manfredis fault, he (manfredi sucks him up with vaccum)
kowalskis ghost: as skipper was saying we were in manila when(manfredi drops an toàn, két an toàn on him)
skippers ghost(escaping from vaccum): trust me skipper what could go wrong he said...(vaccum is thrown out of window)
kowalskis ghost (stepping out of safe): and then the con voi foot went off and the manillan border patrol...(is aslo thrown out window)
(manfredi grabs an toàn, két an toàn and grenade and throws both out window
BOOOOOM
all stare at manfredi then take a step back....
Sorry if it's not chapter five.
"Kowalski," đã đưa ý kiến Skipper "were going to Dads house."
"Is that bad?" asked Kowalski anxiously.
Skipper nodded.
***
They arrived at a large house. It had a sign on the door that đã đưa ý kiến TO BE CONTINUED
Sorry I'm sick of nghề viết văn right now. I need to make this longer.
~~~,~~~~••••••••••• shaps. bạn don't have to read this
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"Kowalski," đã đưa ý kiến Skipper "were going to Dads house."
"Is that bad?" asked Kowalski anxiously.
Skipper nodded.
***
They arrived at a large house. It had a sign on the door that đã đưa ý kiến TO BE CONTINUED
Sorry I'm sick of nghề viết văn right now. I need to make this longer.
~~~,~~~~••••••••••• shaps. bạn don't have to read this
Qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm1234567890-/:;()$&@".,?!'[]{}#%^*+=_\|~<>€£¥•.,?!'
Fighting style: boxing, karate, Kung Fu
Weapons: Twin-Silver Ballars, anything he can find in the area
Description: A bald assain, trained highly in the ways of contract killing.
Rico
Fighting style: Karate
Weapons: What ever the heck is in his gut.
Description: A psychotic little chim cánh cụt who shows no regards towards the rules. But is controlling of his use of explosives.
Rico walks alone in Central Park no one is around little does he know a hit was placed on him and agent 47 was sent after him. 47 waits for Rico to come out into the open. 47 the hears a twig snap under Rico's foot, he draws out his silver ballers. As Rico hears 47 emerge from behind the cây he lets loose with a smoke bomb. As the smoke clears 47 is no where to be found. As Rico continues on his way a W2000 sniper súng trường goes off getting Rico in the chest. Victory goes to 47.