Autor's Note: That's my first "fan-fiction" (I don't know if this can be called fan-fiction, since it's just a little story...). Anyway, this story was a dream I had last night, so it hasn't the most logical plot, but it's still cute in my opinion. Enjoy it!
PS: If there are some grammatical errors, please tell me, I want to improve my English. Thank you.

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It was a nice ngày at the Central Park Zoo; Marlene, as usual, wanted to see what her feathered Những người bạn at the HQ were doing...

*Marlene entered the HQ, after knocking, and saw...

1. If Skipper can't handle on his own problems, he comes to Marlene for help.
2. When both of them are in really big trouble, teamwork begins.
3. When Skipper is sitting on the corner, he's just waiting for Marlene to hiển thị up and talk about something.
4. They're really Best Friends.
5. Skipper is a shoulder to cry on when Marlene is in sorrow.
6. Skipper admits that when he's shy when a girl beats him in chess and 'otter' games.
7. They both like Michael Jackson.
8. They both hate Julien. (Obviously)
9. They both like to sing.
10. Sometimes, they can be both paranoid.
11. Skipper taught Marlene how...

I just got the idea for this story and thought it might be good. Enjoy, and don't forget to comment!

"Another beautiful day..." sighed Marlene, as she walked into the sunlight. "Oh, hello silly otter..." "Or, at least it was...." Marlene thought to herself, after hearing King Julien. "Uh...What's up Julien?" she đã đưa ý kiến unceremoniously. "You silly otter, are bạn not to be knowing? The sky spirits are what is to be up." he replied, as a-matter-of-factly. "Oh-wait, what?" asked Marlene, confused. "I am to be having no time to be explaining this to you, silly otter." "Oh...ok...whatever." She said,...

Paranoid perfect memories
Scattered all around the rug
Reaching for the HQ 'cause
I can't fight it anymore

And I wonder if I
Ever vượt qua, cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one
I'm all alone
And I need bạn now
Said I wouldn't come
But I've Mất tích all control
And I need bạn now

And I don't know how
I can do without
I just need bạn now

Another shot of coffee
Can't stop looking at the bowl
Wishing you'd come greeting
In the way bạn did before

And I wonder if I
Ever vượt qua, cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one
I'm a little full
And I need bạn now
Said I wouldn't come
But...

Hey guys! I know it's been awhile, but I've been kind of busy working on my other story. Sorry! Here's the một giây chapter! Enjoy!

Marlene threw herself on the "bed" in her habitat. Why would Skipper think that she shouldn't be offended?! He just called a whole class morons.....But most of all...He called her...a moron. "Maybe I should paint....That would help me to calm down..." She sighed deeply, as she walked over to her canvas. Marlene had no idea what to paint. "Just relax, Marlene....You'll think of something..." She thought calmly to herself. Closing her eyes, Marlene thought of snow and...

A ngày had passed since Marlene stormed out, and
Skipper found himself back at his bàn doing paper-work that evening. Training had gone bởi rather slowly that day, and the ngày itself even slower... Even worse, it had started to rain during the middle of the tai-kwon-do session. So now Rico was sitting with a blow-dryer at the table, pointing it at Kowalski, who was struggling to stay seated as it blew at him. Private had been dried a few phút before, and the only thing that came into Skipper's mind when he looked at him was, "...Puffball."

That "puffball" came waddling over.

"Skippah? Do you...

Skipper sat in the HQ drinking his yêu thích cá flavored coffee and đọc his morning briefing. From what he read there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary going on today, training in the AM, a lunch brake midday, and some crowd wooing in the afternoon.

Private, Kowalski, and Rico were just getting out of giường when Skipper spoke up.

“Well men,” Skipper đã đưa ý kiến sternly as he placed the briefing on the bàn and took a sip of his coffee, “make sure you’re outside at 0700 hours” he continued checking the clock on the wall; it showed 6:45.

Skipper stood straight up and shot his flipper...

In a rose garden, a man and woman, both of fair skin, stepped out from the shadows. The woman had straight brown hair, and brown eyes filled with humor and mischief. The man had messy black hair, and sapphire-blue eyes that were stern yet kind. It was midnight, the only time they could see each other, for they were of different ranks. The woman was the heiress of a rich and powerful family, while the man was merely the leader of a commando unit. If the woman's family were to learn of their love, they would be deprived of any chances of contact. Therefore they had to keep their meetings a secret,...