Note: This is the first chapter of my new fanfiction Where I Belong. I have already thought up the plot but not every detail. There's a twist and Private finds out Skippper had been hiding something from him.
Private felt completely alone. The unruly, brisk gusts of snow grew еще vigorous by the minute. If only he had got his uncle to take him Главная или stayed in the H.Q. To make matters worse neither Skipper, Kowalski, или Rico knew where he was. His life long scheme would end up in tradgedy. Struggling to substain from collapsing, started picturing the time he had spent with his cherished friends. Обои of all them flashed before his eyes. A tear dripped from his innonce eyes. Before he knew it he has on the ground fighting to keep consiousness. Why couldn't his Друзья just work it out. It wasn't their fault, and Private knew it.
Two weeks ago:
It was a humid, muggy summer morning in New York City. The sun hadn't even come up and Skipper had gotten the team up for early training at four 'o' clock. They moaned and groaned which caused Skipper to obtain a outraged and crabby mood.
P: "Skippah, do we have to get up so early for training?"
S: "Well, geeh, Private! I'm sorry for trying to strengthen Ты boys' stamina!"
Skipper slapped Private.
S: "If Ты boys want to serve in this unit. I suggest Ты get used to it или get over it!"
K: "You have to admit 0400 ia little bit early for exerices."
Rico began to let out a fatigued yawn.
S: "That's it, men! Give me 50!"
P: "Not push-ups!"
S: "Yes, push-ups!"
R: "djghsuistsjbd!"
Rico mumbled to the others who were doing their push-ups.
S: "What was that, Rico? Are Ты complaining? Well, if Ты think I'm being so unfair, Ты won't mind seeing what the rest of the team thinks. Boys?"
P: "Um... kind of,"
K: "Sorry, Skipper."
S: "I see, I have to toughen Ты men up!"
K: "Skipper, we're tired!"
S: "You don't think I am?"
P: "But you're not doing any of the work!"
S: "I didn't back talk my commanding officer!"
R: "Neither did Kowalski или I!"
S: "Fine, go back and sleep! I don't care if you're in shape, anymore!"
They мопед into the H.Q. while Skipper stormed into it. While getting coffee, Skipper noticed his team watching TV.
S: "Wait, I thought Ты boys are too tired!"
P: "To train, but we can't fall back asleep."
S: "Maybe, Ты all wouldn't be so tired if Ты didn't stay up so late, Kowalski."
K: "I didn't know we were training so early, Skipper."
P: "Can't we have a день off of training, Skippah?"
S: "Negative, not today. It's my job to keep Ты soldiers fit and capable of fighting skills."
Kowalski whispered to Private, but Skipper over heard.
K: "To keep us fit you'd have to be fit yourself!"
S: "I heard that, Kowalski, also I know that Ты wouldn't be without me."
Kowalski was about to speak his mind but stopped himself.
S: "What were Ты going to say, Kowalski?"
K: "Nothing,"
S: "Oh, really? Ты weren't about to say Ты didn't need me?"
Kowalski held his head low.
S: "Well?!"
K: "You're right."
S: "Well, I don't need Ты или any of you! I'm better off alone!"
P: "Skippah, please!"
S: "No, Private! You're better off without me, too. I'm sorry..."
Private forgot what Skipper had сказал(-а) Далее because it was incomprehensive to him. He had no clue that it would come to his mind later and make sense.
Skipper packed up his posessions, and headed out silently. Private thought about the way he had left that evening all night.
P: "I miss Skippah, Kowalski."
K: "What am I supposed to do about that, Private? There's no getting him back. It's your fault!"
Private began to cry. Kowalski hugged the tiny penguin.
K: "I'm sorry, Private! I'm just frustrated."
P: "Do Ты miss him, too?"
Kowalski sighed.
K: "No,"
R: "shfahfga dfhsjg sdgfutgus dsakgfu stgiufd."
K: "Maybe, we should go our seperate ways."
P: "No!"
K: "I'm sorry, Private."
Later that night, after they all had packed up, Private snuck out with his bags when no one was looking.
Private felt a missing part of him come out again. Like an old wound that had been cut into again, but denser. When Private was a chick his father had left and his mother fell in Любовь with another penguin. He made it his goal to meet his real father and get to know him.
Two weeks later:
Private felt his body shutting down. This was his last chance.
P: "Help! Somebody, help! Help!"
The weather got worse and Private's eyes were half open. A stubby figure stepped forward, but was hard to make out.
Private felt completely alone. The unruly, brisk gusts of snow grew еще vigorous by the minute. If only he had got his uncle to take him Главная или stayed in the H.Q. To make matters worse neither Skipper, Kowalski, или Rico knew where he was. His life long scheme would end up in tradgedy. Struggling to substain from collapsing, started picturing the time he had spent with his cherished friends. Обои of all them flashed before his eyes. A tear dripped from his innonce eyes. Before he knew it he has on the ground fighting to keep consiousness. Why couldn't his Друзья just work it out. It wasn't their fault, and Private knew it.
Two weeks ago:
It was a humid, muggy summer morning in New York City. The sun hadn't even come up and Skipper had gotten the team up for early training at four 'o' clock. They moaned and groaned which caused Skipper to obtain a outraged and crabby mood.
P: "Skippah, do we have to get up so early for training?"
S: "Well, geeh, Private! I'm sorry for trying to strengthen Ты boys' stamina!"
Skipper slapped Private.
S: "If Ты boys want to serve in this unit. I suggest Ты get used to it или get over it!"
K: "You have to admit 0400 ia little bit early for exerices."
Rico began to let out a fatigued yawn.
S: "That's it, men! Give me 50!"
P: "Not push-ups!"
S: "Yes, push-ups!"
R: "djghsuistsjbd!"
Rico mumbled to the others who were doing their push-ups.
S: "What was that, Rico? Are Ты complaining? Well, if Ты think I'm being so unfair, Ты won't mind seeing what the rest of the team thinks. Boys?"
P: "Um... kind of,"
K: "Sorry, Skipper."
S: "I see, I have to toughen Ты men up!"
K: "Skipper, we're tired!"
S: "You don't think I am?"
P: "But you're not doing any of the work!"
S: "I didn't back talk my commanding officer!"
R: "Neither did Kowalski или I!"
S: "Fine, go back and sleep! I don't care if you're in shape, anymore!"
They мопед into the H.Q. while Skipper stormed into it. While getting coffee, Skipper noticed his team watching TV.
S: "Wait, I thought Ты boys are too tired!"
P: "To train, but we can't fall back asleep."
S: "Maybe, Ты all wouldn't be so tired if Ты didn't stay up so late, Kowalski."
K: "I didn't know we were training so early, Skipper."
P: "Can't we have a день off of training, Skippah?"
S: "Negative, not today. It's my job to keep Ты soldiers fit and capable of fighting skills."
Kowalski whispered to Private, but Skipper over heard.
K: "To keep us fit you'd have to be fit yourself!"
S: "I heard that, Kowalski, also I know that Ты wouldn't be without me."
Kowalski was about to speak his mind but stopped himself.
S: "What were Ты going to say, Kowalski?"
K: "Nothing,"
S: "Oh, really? Ты weren't about to say Ты didn't need me?"
Kowalski held his head low.
S: "Well?!"
K: "You're right."
S: "Well, I don't need Ты или any of you! I'm better off alone!"
P: "Skippah, please!"
S: "No, Private! You're better off without me, too. I'm sorry..."
Private forgot what Skipper had сказал(-а) Далее because it was incomprehensive to him. He had no clue that it would come to his mind later and make sense.
Skipper packed up his posessions, and headed out silently. Private thought about the way he had left that evening all night.
P: "I miss Skippah, Kowalski."
K: "What am I supposed to do about that, Private? There's no getting him back. It's your fault!"
Private began to cry. Kowalski hugged the tiny penguin.
K: "I'm sorry, Private! I'm just frustrated."
P: "Do Ты miss him, too?"
Kowalski sighed.
K: "No,"
R: "shfahfga dfhsjg sdgfutgus dsakgfu stgiufd."
K: "Maybe, we should go our seperate ways."
P: "No!"
K: "I'm sorry, Private."
Later that night, after they all had packed up, Private snuck out with his bags when no one was looking.
Private felt a missing part of him come out again. Like an old wound that had been cut into again, but denser. When Private was a chick his father had left and his mother fell in Любовь with another penguin. He made it his goal to meet his real father and get to know him.
Two weeks later:
Private felt his body shutting down. This was his last chance.
P: "Help! Somebody, help! Help!"
The weather got worse and Private's eyes were half open. A stubby figure stepped forward, but was hard to make out.
This is a picture from the music video for "second chance"
(Warning: All of These Are Not True and Just For Entertainment Purposes.)
Skipper Used To Be The Self Respecting, Dim-Witted King, and Julien Used To Be The Commando Guy. A Freak Accident Switched Their Minds.
Mort Used To Think Dan Schneider Delivered Presents Around The World on Christmas, Until He Came In Touch With The King's Feet.
Private Thinks My Little пони and Lunicorns Are Made By Hasbro, Even Though Lunicorns are Made By Mattel.
Marlene Is a secret Pegaster.
Kowalski's Smart phone Is From Verizon but He's So Hexy That Verizon Doesn't Give Him Bills.
When Skipper Gets Stung, He Never Feels It.
When Mort Watches Spongebob, He Jumps At The TV Trying To Eat The Characters, With Little Success.
Watch Penguins Of Madagascar! или Not, Rico Gets Paid Either Way.
THE END!
Skipper Used To Be The Self Respecting, Dim-Witted King, and Julien Used To Be The Commando Guy. A Freak Accident Switched Their Minds.
Mort Used To Think Dan Schneider Delivered Presents Around The World on Christmas, Until He Came In Touch With The King's Feet.
Private Thinks My Little пони and Lunicorns Are Made By Hasbro, Even Though Lunicorns are Made By Mattel.
Marlene Is a secret Pegaster.
Kowalski's Smart phone Is From Verizon but He's So Hexy That Verizon Doesn't Give Him Bills.
When Skipper Gets Stung, He Never Feels It.
When Mort Watches Spongebob, He Jumps At The TV Trying To Eat The Characters, With Little Success.
Watch Penguins Of Madagascar! или Not, Rico Gets Paid Either Way.
THE END!
Jake The Otter (Credit to Creator of Picture)
Teardrops On My Guitar...
