“I wonder what’s taking him so long,” Marlene mumbled to herself. She was sprawled out across her bed, staring up at the ceiling of her habitat, thinking about Skipper. She checked the clock, “it’s been almost an hour. I hope his team took it well.”

Marlene began to get anxious, not because she wanted to know what the other penguins thought of their relationship, but because she wanted to see Skipper again. Ever since the first time she laid eyes on the strapping пингвин she knew that there was something about him that attracted her to him. It could have been his sleek black and...

Note To Self,

It’s been nearly a month. I’m not sure what happened, but Skipper is in the worst shape of his life. Private and I have both made various attempts to talk to him, but he refuses to say a word. On another note, he won’t eat his fish, anymore. Private tells me that he somehow feels responsible. I somehow doubt it. But, with the way things are looking, who knows what’s wrong with Skipper? I only wish that he would tell me something. It wouldn’t even have to be about this situation. I simply need to know if he’s still sane.

Besides, he’s starting to frighten Private....

“What’s going on, Skippa?” Private appeared from behind the conversing crowd that had gathered near the fishbowl ladder. This cluster of Животные now included the four penguins and Marlene, who appeared to have brought along some important news.

“We’ve received word that Alice and her coworkers are planning some sort of diabolical meeting at the Zoovenir.” Kowalski answered, instead. Marlene was quick to intervene, though.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! I did not say anything about it being diabolical!” the выдра, оттер claimed with her hands of her hips. She had only been there for probably 8 minutes...

s=skipper,k=kowalski,p=privat,D:derater
The Hidden
take one action
S:Pop Тест troups what can't we trust?
K:...What?(every body looks at him)what are we rolling?
S:Aaa kinda!
K:Ow sarry sarry aaa can we restart that?
Good again sarry.

take two and action
S:Pop Тест troups what...what aaaa? whats my lines again?
P:(he wispers to skipper)What can't we trust.
S:we can't trust needals thats for shore.
K:I think he means thats your lines.
S:Ow can we restart agian.
D:Alright lets take it froom the вверх then.

take three and action
S:Pop Тест troups what can't we trust?
K:Three день old sterfy moombeens.
S:Right? What...

This is really kind of for my benefit, so I can have a quick way to get to my ff's, but I put a brief Описание in case you're interested.

Although, I highly recommend Ты redirect to my FanFiction account to see revised and improved versions of these stories if Ты plan on Чтение them. Additionally, I have officially stopped posting my stories on Fanpop as of June 30, 2017, so there are chapters, installments, and other stories that will not be here. To see my full archive, click link to see my fanfiction.net account. Ты can post a guest review if Ты don't have an account (please do!)....

Note: So, I found this site that would write a story for Ты if Ты just filled in the information and I did it for the heck of it. The result was just too funny NOT to share. I hope Ты get a good kick out of this like I did.

Two Spiteful Uncles Thinking to the Beat
A Short Story
by peacebaby7

Dave the Octopus looked at the giant map in his hands and felt happy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his tense surroundings. He had always loved cold a submarine with its muddy, miniature metal walls. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance,...

Dream 02.13.15

Note: Well, anyone who knows me had to know I was going to do a Skilene one eventually. Happy Valentine’s!

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Unable to sleep, Skipper pulled himself topside for some fresh air. He had that nightmare again, the same one he’d been having every night for a week. He hadn’t told anyone about it yet—partly because it was really disturbing him, and partly because he didn’t want anybody worrying about him.

He ran his flippers over his face and knelt by the pool to look at his reflection. He could tell that he was tired with the circles around his eyes. The team had seemed...

Insanity 02.02.15

Warning: This chapter is rated T for some disturbing images. If Ты want to ask me what to expect in a comment, feel free to do so.

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“Boss,” called a омар, омаров minion as he approached the villainous dolphin, Dr. Blowhole. “Boss, we’re—ready when Ты are,” he сказал(-а) uneasily.

Dr. Blowhole grinned coldly and turned to him with a burning eye. “Excellent, Red One. Prepare the operating table,” he purred.

The омар, омаров swallowed and nodded, exiting without another word.

Blowhole looked back into the mirror, looking at the bandages around his right eye, his grin fading...

Author's Note: Finally, a homework assignment I WANT to do! My English teacher told us that we had to write a "frame story," или a story about someone telling a story. She сказал(-а) it could be any genre, and about anything we wanted (as long as it's school appropriate, of course). Naturally, I took the opportunity to write this. I was actually planning on making it a Denmark story when I first thought of it, but then my brain said, "LOL, nope." Anywho, I hope Ты enjoy Чтение my homework assignment as much as I enjoyed making it! LOL, that sounds weird.

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Skipper stood on вверх of the penguins’...