Skipper stood silently at the edge of the overhang that eventually lead to the pool. The wind was strong, like rocks being thrown at you. Wind being so strong, Skipper still stood there, staring into space.
Kowalski rose from the HQ, giving Skipper a curious look.
"Skipper, what are Ты doing?"
No answer.
"Skipper? Hello? Ты there?" Kowalski asked again.
Still no answer.
"I wonder what's up with him." Kowalski thought.
Kowalski presented Skipper to the others.
"Is Skippah OK?" Private asked with a worried look.
"Not sure what it is, but he's been standing there all morning, just staring into the atmosphere." Kowalski explained.
"Yo! Skipper!" Rico barked.
Skipper didn't move. He looked as if he was trying to spot something in the sky.
"Wait, didn't Skipper go on a mission with Marlene last night?" Private had asked, in that usual British accent.
"Maybe we should ask Marlene. Maybe she knows."
The three penguins scurried over to Marlene's habitat. There was no sign of Marlene, but there was a note. The note read:
"Dear whoever overcomes this note,
If Ты are Becky and Stacy, STAY AWAY FROM ME!!
If Ты are Mason, the checkerboard is to your right.
If Ты are the penguins and come to me about Skipper, You're gonna have to talk to me in person. I went out with Mort for some snow cones."
Sincerely, Marlene
Once again, the penguins made their way to the park, only to find Mort, holding on to a snow cone while sobbing, and the other snow cone being splattered onto the ground.
"Mort! What's wrong?" Private asked.
"It's Marlene! She- she fell and passed out! They took her to the zoo clinic!" Mort squealed.
"What? What could have ha-" Suddenly Private could see the пингвин habitat from the location in which they were standing. The telescope was out. Pointing directly at them. It wasn't moving. It just stood there.
"Do Ты guys see that?" Private asked, interrupting himself.
"The telescope! Why is it out? Wait, Skipper!" Kowalski was shocked when Skipper was missing from the edge of the overhang where he had seen him in the morning.
As fast as lightning, they raced on their flat bellies to the HQ. They entered the HQ, one by one. Kowalski looked around. Skipper wasn't there. The telescope was fixed to the exact location where Marlene had passed out.
"Check the cameras." Kowalski ordered, as if he was the new one in charge.
"They are all unfortunately off." Private said.
"What?!?" Rico shouted.
"How could anyone have turned off the cameras?" Private wondered.
"The only person who knew how. Skipper." Kowalski seemed ashamed to accuse his leader, but as of now the clues pointed in his direction.
"Why would Skippah do that? There must be a reason. We gotta figure out what happened last night on that mission." Private suggested.
"Good idea. Rico, check the mission files. The Последнее one." Kowalski ordered.
Rico голубь into the files cabinet, and found the Последнее mission file. On the folder, a word was marked in bright red and intimidating letters that read: "CLASSIFIED"
Kowalski opened the folder dramatically, as if he was opening a portal to a new dimension. The mission name was titled "Operation: Mbedlracs Gseg" Everyone gave that Название a puzzled look.
"Is it code?" Private asked Kowalski.
"I might be able to figure out the code and find out what it says. In the meantime, let's keep looking through the files." Kowalski exclaimed.
The main goal of the mission: Defeat the моль and retrieve Ingredient PU94
"PU94?" Rico repeated.
"Plutonium. 94th on the periodic table. It's a transuranic radioactive chemical element. When exposed to moist air, it forms oxides and hydrides that expand the sample up to 70% in volume, which in turn flake off as a powder that can spontaneously ignite." Kowalski let out a long explanation.
Rico and Private gave him a puzzled look.
"Ugh. It's an element that causes fire. Like when сено, сена randomly sets on fire." Kowalski said, sounding sarcastically dumb.
"Oooooh!" Rico and Private said.
"Interesting. I was using Plutonium in my experiment with fireworks. It ended up missing a few days back. I asked Skipper about it and he shrugged. Now I know that he knows the danger of Plutonium if not treated carefully."
"But why would he want to retreive it with Marlene?" A confused Private asked.
"That's what we're going to find out. Worst case scenario, Marlene has Plutonium lurking inside her body." Kowalski said. The other two were shocked.
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Kowalski rose from the HQ, giving Skipper a curious look.
"Skipper, what are Ты doing?"
No answer.
"Skipper? Hello? Ты there?" Kowalski asked again.
Still no answer.
"I wonder what's up with him." Kowalski thought.
Kowalski presented Skipper to the others.
"Is Skippah OK?" Private asked with a worried look.
"Not sure what it is, but he's been standing there all morning, just staring into the atmosphere." Kowalski explained.
"Yo! Skipper!" Rico barked.
Skipper didn't move. He looked as if he was trying to spot something in the sky.
"Wait, didn't Skipper go on a mission with Marlene last night?" Private had asked, in that usual British accent.
"Maybe we should ask Marlene. Maybe she knows."
The three penguins scurried over to Marlene's habitat. There was no sign of Marlene, but there was a note. The note read:
"Dear whoever overcomes this note,
If Ты are Becky and Stacy, STAY AWAY FROM ME!!
If Ты are Mason, the checkerboard is to your right.
If Ты are the penguins and come to me about Skipper, You're gonna have to talk to me in person. I went out with Mort for some snow cones."
Sincerely, Marlene
Once again, the penguins made their way to the park, only to find Mort, holding on to a snow cone while sobbing, and the other snow cone being splattered onto the ground.
"Mort! What's wrong?" Private asked.
"It's Marlene! She- she fell and passed out! They took her to the zoo clinic!" Mort squealed.
"What? What could have ha-" Suddenly Private could see the пингвин habitat from the location in which they were standing. The telescope was out. Pointing directly at them. It wasn't moving. It just stood there.
"Do Ты guys see that?" Private asked, interrupting himself.
"The telescope! Why is it out? Wait, Skipper!" Kowalski was shocked when Skipper was missing from the edge of the overhang where he had seen him in the morning.
As fast as lightning, they raced on their flat bellies to the HQ. They entered the HQ, one by one. Kowalski looked around. Skipper wasn't there. The telescope was fixed to the exact location where Marlene had passed out.
"Check the cameras." Kowalski ordered, as if he was the new one in charge.
"They are all unfortunately off." Private said.
"What?!?" Rico shouted.
"How could anyone have turned off the cameras?" Private wondered.
"The only person who knew how. Skipper." Kowalski seemed ashamed to accuse his leader, but as of now the clues pointed in his direction.
"Why would Skippah do that? There must be a reason. We gotta figure out what happened last night on that mission." Private suggested.
"Good idea. Rico, check the mission files. The Последнее one." Kowalski ordered.
Rico голубь into the files cabinet, and found the Последнее mission file. On the folder, a word was marked in bright red and intimidating letters that read: "CLASSIFIED"
Kowalski opened the folder dramatically, as if he was opening a portal to a new dimension. The mission name was titled "Operation: Mbedlracs Gseg" Everyone gave that Название a puzzled look.
"Is it code?" Private asked Kowalski.
"I might be able to figure out the code and find out what it says. In the meantime, let's keep looking through the files." Kowalski exclaimed.
The main goal of the mission: Defeat the моль and retrieve Ingredient PU94
"PU94?" Rico repeated.
"Plutonium. 94th on the periodic table. It's a transuranic radioactive chemical element. When exposed to moist air, it forms oxides and hydrides that expand the sample up to 70% in volume, which in turn flake off as a powder that can spontaneously ignite." Kowalski let out a long explanation.
Rico and Private gave him a puzzled look.
"Ugh. It's an element that causes fire. Like when сено, сена randomly sets on fire." Kowalski said, sounding sarcastically dumb.
"Oooooh!" Rico and Private said.
"Interesting. I was using Plutonium in my experiment with fireworks. It ended up missing a few days back. I asked Skipper about it and he shrugged. Now I know that he knows the danger of Plutonium if not treated carefully."
"But why would he want to retreive it with Marlene?" A confused Private asked.
"That's what we're going to find out. Worst case scenario, Marlene has Plutonium lurking inside her body." Kowalski said. The other two were shocked.
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They walked up to the house. The old grey porch creaked. They opened the door. A faint light cast shadows on the stone walls. It smelled of dirt and mothballs. или maybe dirty mothballs.
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." сказал(-а) Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or email him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." сказал(-а) Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," сказал(-а) Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" сказал(-а) Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." сказал(-а) Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or email him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." сказал(-а) Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," сказал(-а) Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" сказал(-а) Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD
User: Uh... Hello.
Cleverbot: How are you?
User: Why do Ты need to know, robot?
Cleverbot: Because I'm curious.
User: I don't trust any man-made ломоть of metal.
Cleverbot: When did Ты trust me before?
User: What's your game robot?
Cleverbot: I don't know.
User: Don't know? A little suspicious. Don't Ты think?
Cleverbot: No, I am a green bunny named Pablo!!!!!!!!!!!
User: Cheese and crackers man! Get a grip on yourself!
Cleverbot: I hear that a lot about myself to.
User: *fish slaps your metal face*.
Cleverbot: Sorry?
User: Ты didn't see anything.
Cleverbot: Yes I did.
User: *face-flipper*.
Cleverbot: Hardly :).
User: Would Ты like me to get Rico?
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: Ugh you're worse than Ringtail.
Cleverbot: I have no tail...
User: *bangs head on wall*
Cleverbot: Would Ты like a marshmallow?
Cleverbot: How are you?
User: Why do Ты need to know, robot?
Cleverbot: Because I'm curious.
User: I don't trust any man-made ломоть of metal.
Cleverbot: When did Ты trust me before?
User: What's your game robot?
Cleverbot: I don't know.
User: Don't know? A little suspicious. Don't Ты think?
Cleverbot: No, I am a green bunny named Pablo!!!!!!!!!!!
User: Cheese and crackers man! Get a grip on yourself!
Cleverbot: I hear that a lot about myself to.
User: *fish slaps your metal face*.
Cleverbot: Sorry?
User: Ты didn't see anything.
Cleverbot: Yes I did.
User: *face-flipper*.
Cleverbot: Hardly :).
User: Would Ты like me to get Rico?
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: Ugh you're worse than Ringtail.
Cleverbot: I have no tail...
User: *bangs head on wall*
Cleverbot: Would Ты like a marshmallow?