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"Good morning, Skippah!" Private greeted, cheerfully. As he waddled up the beach, Celeste trudged behind him. Her light petite feet were suprisingly clumsy in the chilling morning sand.
"Good morning, Private." Skipper smiled. He breathed a sigh, and looked farther down the beach.
His eyes met Celeste's. They were dark-almost black. She kept them hidden with her low-hung-head. "Good morning, Celeste." He offered a polite smile.
She tilted her head up. At first, she was confused. Her eyes focused on Skipper who nervously waved. "Wait, he was talking to me? He did say my name. What do I do? Just...

Note: I was listening to this one song and I thought the lyrics totally fit this story. Not so much as a song but a poem. I have a few of the words. And no I did NOT copy off some one's idea to make a story based off this song. I was nghề viết văn the story before I listened to it. It just fits. I hope bạn like it!

"There's a place that I know
It's not pretty there and few have ever
Gone.
If I hiển thị it to bạn now
Will it make bạn run away
hoặc will bạn stay
Even if it hurts?
Even if I push bạn out
Will bạn return?
And remind me who I really am.
Please remind me who I really am.
Everbody's got a dark...

As soon as the reached their humble habitat, they entered the lab. Kowalski and Rico were still transporting the creature. She was only about Private's size and age and as thin as paper, but as heavy as Skipper.
"Private, if bạn could roll this examing bàn to us I'd greatly appreciate it. Rico, we're going to lift her up on three." Kowalski strained as they struggled under the weight of the little penguin.
The chubby chim cánh cụt pushed the bàn in front of his friends.
"Three ... two ........ one!" Kowalski ordered.
The two strong penguins managed to put her soundly on the bàn without awakening...

"And then, well let's not say anything about Jonstion." Skipper just finshed telling Marlene that Private was his son. "Wow. Is that why bạn personly slap Private?" asked Marlene. "That's clasified, Marlene." anwsered Skipper. "Whats no longer clasifed is my fealings tords you. I tình yêu Marlene. Do bạn tình yêu me?" he asked. "I thought you'd never ask. Let's take this to the tiếp theo level. Shut-up and Kiss me." đã đưa ý kiến Marlene. Little
did they know, Skipper's doctor and and assistent
were watching. "I think fate wanted us to see this. Right, Chase?" Chase replied, "Right Amber." The couples embrased, but...