Three days passed and Skipper finally decided that the late night training exercises were not doing anyone any good. No one really knew why he had come to this conclusion, but perhaps he thought it was affecting Kowalski’s mind, as Kowalski had changed throughout the last three days.
Kowalski used to hate âm nhạc and generally only tolerated it if it was soft and not repetitive and annoying. Now, he already listened to every record the penguins owned and even played them while he was fiddling with an invention. On ngày three, he finally packed up all of his inventions and threw them into a corner, something that flabbergasted all of the other penguins.
“Something is seriously wrong with Kowalski!” đã đưa ý kiến Private as the three watched Kowalski throw his yêu thích inventions into the corner.
“He’s just…delusional from all of those late night exercises,” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. “I suppose someone with a brain that big needs his sleep.”
Private nodded as Kowalski walked towards the three. “Well, that’s the last of ‘em!” he said. “Who wants a disco party?”
That was it, thought Skipper. Kowalski could not chịu, gấu any sort of disco music; in fact, the last time they had played any of it Kowalski had flown into a rage and smashed the CD machine with a sledgehammer.
“Kowalski, can I, um, talk to bạn for a second?” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper.
“Yes sir,” đã đưa ý kiến Kowalski.
“ALONE?” Skipper said, glaring at the other two, who got the hint and scurried away.
Skipper glanced behind them to make sure the other two weren’t listening at the door; he at least wanted to give Kowalski some privacy before questioning him.
“Kowalski, what’s going on?” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. “I understand bạn could have learned to appreciate music, but throwing all of your inventions into a corner like that…is this becoming a problem?”
“A problem…no…I don’t have a problem!” snapped Kowalski. His voice no longer sounded intelligent at all, but sort of like a deeper variation of Private’s voice without the British accent.
“You sure about that, soldier?” The moment those words escaped Skipper’s beak, he slapped himself, knowing that such a phrase would not likely be the best way to handle it.
“Yes, I’m pretty sure,” đã đưa ý kiến Kowalski. “I like something different now, and if bạn were a true friend bạn would learn to accept that.”
Skipper HATED it when people pulled any sort of guilt argument on him. “That’s all fine, Kowalski,” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper, managing to maintain his composure, “But the fact is, we don’t need a âm nhạc fanatic in our group; we need a scientist/tactical strategist. Private’s close enough, don’t bạn think?” Both of them knew that this was not true, as Private had never seemed to like âm nhạc any thêm than the rest of them.
“Honestly, Skipper, we don’t need anything of the sort. We live in a zoo, our only opponent is a half-insane vong linh, vượn cáo who thinks he’s a king and the most dangerous mission we’ve had in months involved climbing a cây to save a cat. This isn’t the army anymore, Skipper, and bạn have to realize that.”
Skipper was quite offended that his first lieutenant would say things like that, but shook it off. “Obviously, Kowalski, you’re head’s not straight. I’m sure, được trao some time, bạn will forget this âm nhạc stuff and go back to your inventing and sciencey things bạn like to do.”
“Is that all I am to you? A robot that manufactures machines which only serve to make our lazy lives even easier?” đã đưa ý kiến Kowalski. Before Skipper could respond, he was already storming over to the other side of the room. “I’ve had it with you, your nonstop training and your paranoia that we are going to be attacked any day. We are penguins living in a zoo, for God’s sake, and if you’re going to prevent anyone from liking things that aren’t beneficial in a combat situation, then I suppose this isn’t the best place for me to be, is it? I quit.”
“WHAT!?!?!” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. “Kowalski, let’s stop and think so we don’t do anything rash…”
Kowalski had already left through the cá secret passage. Skipper groaned at the prospect of having to chase down Kowalski, and decided that he didn’t want to do it now. As an excuse, he began to shoot the Styrofoam ninjas and shot the same one in the head four times in a row before he missed and shattered a light. He flinched and the two other penguins ran back into the room to see what had made the noise.
“It’s all right, I just…erm…missed the target.
“I’ll say” remarked Private, glancing at the broken light on the ceiling. “Anyway, what were bạn and Kowalski talking about?”
“Kowalski, he…he felt as though he needed to di chuyển on” Skipper said, trying to be a sensitive as possible so that he would not upset Private. When Private began to make sad eyes anyway, Skipper decided to abandon that approach and simply tell the story. “Well, in truth, he sort of Mất tích it, but I guess he just doesn’t think that he needs us anymore. I tried to convince him to stay, but he just likes âm nhạc now, and couldn’t care less about anything else.”
Rico made a strange noise while Private continued to make his sad face. “We’re…never gonna see him again, are we Skippa?” he said.
“Of course we are, soldier,” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. “Remember when bạn were addicted to those dâu, dâu tây flavored candies we lấy trộm, đánh cắp from the zoo’s Halloween program? bạn were nearly crazy about those, but it was over within days. My guess is that Kowalski is experiencing something similar.”
“You think so?” đã đưa ý kiến Private hopefully.
“I know so, Private,” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. “He’ll be back. Now why don’t we watch a movie, to get our minds off of this?”
“Yippee” đã đưa ý kiến Private, apparently forgetting all about Kowalski. “Can we watch that one about the tiny short guy with the ring?”
Little did they know that Kowalski, at that very moment was listening to them, right under their feet.
Kowalski used to hate âm nhạc and generally only tolerated it if it was soft and not repetitive and annoying. Now, he already listened to every record the penguins owned and even played them while he was fiddling with an invention. On ngày three, he finally packed up all of his inventions and threw them into a corner, something that flabbergasted all of the other penguins.
“Something is seriously wrong with Kowalski!” đã đưa ý kiến Private as the three watched Kowalski throw his yêu thích inventions into the corner.
“He’s just…delusional from all of those late night exercises,” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. “I suppose someone with a brain that big needs his sleep.”
Private nodded as Kowalski walked towards the three. “Well, that’s the last of ‘em!” he said. “Who wants a disco party?”
That was it, thought Skipper. Kowalski could not chịu, gấu any sort of disco music; in fact, the last time they had played any of it Kowalski had flown into a rage and smashed the CD machine with a sledgehammer.
“Kowalski, can I, um, talk to bạn for a second?” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper.
“Yes sir,” đã đưa ý kiến Kowalski.
“ALONE?” Skipper said, glaring at the other two, who got the hint and scurried away.
Skipper glanced behind them to make sure the other two weren’t listening at the door; he at least wanted to give Kowalski some privacy before questioning him.
“Kowalski, what’s going on?” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. “I understand bạn could have learned to appreciate music, but throwing all of your inventions into a corner like that…is this becoming a problem?”
“A problem…no…I don’t have a problem!” snapped Kowalski. His voice no longer sounded intelligent at all, but sort of like a deeper variation of Private’s voice without the British accent.
“You sure about that, soldier?” The moment those words escaped Skipper’s beak, he slapped himself, knowing that such a phrase would not likely be the best way to handle it.
“Yes, I’m pretty sure,” đã đưa ý kiến Kowalski. “I like something different now, and if bạn were a true friend bạn would learn to accept that.”
Skipper HATED it when people pulled any sort of guilt argument on him. “That’s all fine, Kowalski,” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper, managing to maintain his composure, “But the fact is, we don’t need a âm nhạc fanatic in our group; we need a scientist/tactical strategist. Private’s close enough, don’t bạn think?” Both of them knew that this was not true, as Private had never seemed to like âm nhạc any thêm than the rest of them.
“Honestly, Skipper, we don’t need anything of the sort. We live in a zoo, our only opponent is a half-insane vong linh, vượn cáo who thinks he’s a king and the most dangerous mission we’ve had in months involved climbing a cây to save a cat. This isn’t the army anymore, Skipper, and bạn have to realize that.”
Skipper was quite offended that his first lieutenant would say things like that, but shook it off. “Obviously, Kowalski, you’re head’s not straight. I’m sure, được trao some time, bạn will forget this âm nhạc stuff and go back to your inventing and sciencey things bạn like to do.”
“Is that all I am to you? A robot that manufactures machines which only serve to make our lazy lives even easier?” đã đưa ý kiến Kowalski. Before Skipper could respond, he was already storming over to the other side of the room. “I’ve had it with you, your nonstop training and your paranoia that we are going to be attacked any day. We are penguins living in a zoo, for God’s sake, and if you’re going to prevent anyone from liking things that aren’t beneficial in a combat situation, then I suppose this isn’t the best place for me to be, is it? I quit.”
“WHAT!?!?!” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. “Kowalski, let’s stop and think so we don’t do anything rash…”
Kowalski had already left through the cá secret passage. Skipper groaned at the prospect of having to chase down Kowalski, and decided that he didn’t want to do it now. As an excuse, he began to shoot the Styrofoam ninjas and shot the same one in the head four times in a row before he missed and shattered a light. He flinched and the two other penguins ran back into the room to see what had made the noise.
“It’s all right, I just…erm…missed the target.
“I’ll say” remarked Private, glancing at the broken light on the ceiling. “Anyway, what were bạn and Kowalski talking about?”
“Kowalski, he…he felt as though he needed to di chuyển on” Skipper said, trying to be a sensitive as possible so that he would not upset Private. When Private began to make sad eyes anyway, Skipper decided to abandon that approach and simply tell the story. “Well, in truth, he sort of Mất tích it, but I guess he just doesn’t think that he needs us anymore. I tried to convince him to stay, but he just likes âm nhạc now, and couldn’t care less about anything else.”
Rico made a strange noise while Private continued to make his sad face. “We’re…never gonna see him again, are we Skippa?” he said.
“Of course we are, soldier,” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. “Remember when bạn were addicted to those dâu, dâu tây flavored candies we lấy trộm, đánh cắp from the zoo’s Halloween program? bạn were nearly crazy about those, but it was over within days. My guess is that Kowalski is experiencing something similar.”
“You think so?” đã đưa ý kiến Private hopefully.
“I know so, Private,” đã đưa ý kiến Skipper. “He’ll be back. Now why don’t we watch a movie, to get our minds off of this?”
“Yippee” đã đưa ý kiến Private, apparently forgetting all about Kowalski. “Can we watch that one about the tiny short guy with the ring?”
Little did they know that Kowalski, at that very moment was listening to them, right under their feet.
