A/N: *These poems may/may not seem like thi ca and thêm like responses, but what do bạn expect….penguins' wrote it, lol. XD

Also, each chapter will be a poem written in the characters own P.O.V. [Point Of View] and as IF they, THEMSELVES, knew how to read and write decent poems in their own 'PenguinWay', and the text inbetween these text characters [EXAMPLE: / ... /] are additional side các bình luận that will be provided bởi The Penguins—for humorous reasons...because there is plot behind these poems...[To Sum Up. Private thought it'd be an excellant idea that each member of the chim cánh cụt Team write a poem to the best of their abilities, which should allow them to get to know one another better than before]...if bởi any chance the các bình luận made bởi the Penguins irratates any reader, then let me know, and I'll replace it with a poem with no side các bình luận just strictly poetry.) XD *

Disclaimer: I am sure everyone knows that I do not own these characters hoặc the show. I may have changed each character's purpose from the series bởi accident and purposely, but its close enough to what I think is what the character would have said; plus, that's why they call this type of article, FanFiction.

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I AM, Kowalski, 'The Options Guy'.

I WONDER…about numerous theories and các câu hỏi that have vexed the universe of both common man and philosophers alike, especially if it is not scientifically proven yet….

/ K: "Hm…like does Doris , the Dolphin, really only like me as a friend…perhaps she might even 'lo-?" /.

/ S: *sighs* "You poor naïve soldier". /.

/ K: "Uh-Sir? Wha-" /.

/ S: "…of-course she only likes bạn as a friend, Kowalski. What thêm do bạn want?" /.

/ K: *sadly looks to the ground in a defeated manner*

/ S: "Oh, Kowalski, *pats his back* there's no room in a soldier's life for 'love'. Take Kitka for example…she lấy trộm, đánh cắp my heart, and I almost Mất tích sight of our goals as a team." /.

/ K: *still sadly looks to the ground in a defeated manner, but then looks up in a devious grin* "I understand Skipper, but only time will tell…so, we'll soon see if you're correct."

/ S: *gave Kowalski the infamous PenguinEyebrows and shrugged his soldiers and left his Lieutenant for the moment* /.

I HEAR…my team asking me for my intellectual output when the situation calls for it.

I SEE…the countless options that I have drawn onto my clipboard to be used for future missions hoặc for certain situations.

I WANT…*hugh smile* Candy! CANDY! CAANDDDY! *clears his throat* …oooor also known as 'The Forbidden Fruit-Flavored Food' *satisfied smile*.

I AM, Kowalski.


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I PRETEND…to know just about everything, but honestly—or thêm accurately—75.9% of the time, I don't have a clue of what I'm doing hoặc if my plans would work….but many times, it has been scientifically-proven that I, Kowalski, am a GREAT Theoretician, and as such, I am an expert, who theorizes in art, science, et cetera...I am excellant at analyzing situations and predicting what would happen; so I just work around my numerous hypotheses and/or theories, which usually turns out to be correct; so, theoretically, it would turn out I am 24.1% of the time, correct and with those odds, I have no need to doubt myself; so, I have every right to be confident in my abilities. *smirks arrogantly*

I FEEL…that I have a substantially above-average intelligence (but I don't like to brag)

/ K: "Or does that not count as feeling hoặc emotion. Hm…I should check on that later…" /.

I TOUCH…my options pad almost all day, everyday, and basically all-the-time to take notes down (for future use) and to keep track of things (that needs to be tracked) about things that might be important for future use.

I WORRY…about those closest to me, but I am always prepared for the worst; so, I don't need to worry …ALWAYS PREPARED BABY!

I CRY …when someone is able to express their own feelings so beautifully that it's like thi ca *sniffs*

*SMACK upside the head bởi Skipper, who was walking bởi again to see what else he wrote*

/ K:"Skipper, what are you—You're not supposed to be đọc this?" *rubs his beak thinking about just why is Skipper spying on him* "Well, frankly, I didn't know bạn could read—uh…"./

/ S:*death glare* /

/ K:"I-I-I mean, I NEVER CRY 'CAUSE MACHO-MANLY-MAN-MACHEESEBALLS DON'T KNOW THAT MEANING OF THE WORD 'CRY'….heh." /

/ S:*smiles and nods in approval but doesn't leave this time* /

I AM, Kowalski.

*Kowalski looks at Skipper and notices that he doesn't even try to leave this time, and with a roll with his eyes he continue on with his poem as if pretending that Skipper's presence was oblivious to him.*


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I UNDERSTAND…that 'MATH & SCIENCE' are a universal language.

I SAY… "PlutoniumFueled-DNAmutating-Nature-abominating MONSTERmaker" (yes, the first word IS 'one word') are the two most sweetest words in the English language known to beast hoặc man.

I DREAM…that someday I could have a van that's as cool as that deranged supercop, Officer X….it was just so 'wild and free' ….Mmm.

/ S:*frowns* "Geez, Kowalski, you're still not over that yet? It's just a van, man." /

/ K: "IT WASN'T JUST A VAN, Skipper! Oh, it was sooo much more…it had built-in lasers and the whole shebang. It could've been mine to tame." /

/ S:*still frowning, but surprised bởi Kowalski's response* "What?" /

/ K: "Oh, nevermind…you can't understand how I feel." /

/ S:"IT's…A…VAN! Get a grip soldier! A van has no feelings…it doesn't care if bạn care and a van doesn't know if it's loved. It's made of metal and oil. Geez!" /

/ K: *frowns* "Skipper, this is MY poem, and I will write what I feel like. Besides, since bạn are having so much fun adding side commentary to my beautiful work of literary art, maybe I should check yours and scribble some các bình luận too. Hmmm ." /

/ S:"Man, this isn't a poem; your just nghề viết văn answers. Read mine, Now that is a work of literary art. " /

/ K: "AHAha…*laughs uncontrollably* ...haha...beautiful...literary art...haha…. *then noticing Skipper's death glare again, he clears his throat and rolls his eyes* Moving on…" /

I TRY…to always do my best, but I admit, I do tend to overanalyze situations…a bit.

/ S:"a bit? Seriously, read my poem. It's GREAT! A work of art like that can help bạn clean up this mess of a literary art bạn call a poem. " /

/ K: *groaned loudly out of frustration* /

/ S: *confused* "Whaaat?" /

/ K:*now he gave the death glare to Skipper, and his commanding officer responded* /

/ S: *apologetic "uh…Sorry…uh, carry on." /

I HOPE …to improve my fighting skills bởi practicing to act on my survival instincts…even though, its STILL anatomically impossible to listen to my gut.

/ S: *frowns and slaps Kowalski* /

/ K: "Ow…What was that for?" /

/ S: "For doubting your gut. Keep practicing. I want to make sure my 2nd-in-command is as great a fighter as he is as a strategist." /

/ K: *confusely* "Um-, thank you...?" /

/ S: "Don't thank me, soldier. Thank your gut and that noggin' of yours…without them we'd be giáng sinh Turkeys bởi now." *leaves Kowalski alone now and goes to the Telly [T.V.]* /

/ R: "Yuum…-urky." *starts drooling on the Kowalski's poem* /

/ K: "Rico! What are bạn doing? Stop drooling on my—you-know-what nevermind. I knew nghề viết văn poems was a bad idea. Now, Skipper's just gonna snoop at everyone's "literary work." Private's DEFINITELY gonna be getting an "I TOLD bạn SO" lecture from me that's for sure. /

/ R: "-klaming." *looks at Kowalski* /

/ K: "I'm not complaining. I just fail to see how this activity with bring us any closer as a team. In fact, I believe it's just gonna do the exact opposite and tear us apart…or *looks at Skipper* maybe a new form of mutiny. *devious grin and moving his trademark PenguinEyebrows to form a plan in his mind to get back at Skipper for đọc and making unnecessary side comments* "Anyway, Private seriously needs to stop watching that Dr. Phi-Baldy-Whatever Show. He's learning psychological techniques that is not proven bởi anyone with a respective scientific mind; it's just a defective method that does not have evidence that 'writing poems will reveal personality traits and therefore, making us closer friends'. Am I right, Rico? *Rico already left since Kowalski started rambling on* Rico? Huh, I probably sound crazy talking to myself now…Hehehe. Yeah." /

I AM, 1st Lt. KOWALSKI, "Options Guy"…Serial Number eight-six-zero-niner-bravo-alpha-mega-niner [860-NBA-MN]

/ K: "…over and out."/

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