Operation: Skilene
Author’s Note: I started on these a while ago, and have decided to finally Опубликовать them. Most of these shorts were inspired by a game on Fanpop called “What would Skipper say (WWSS) Game” on pages 40-43. Thank Ты to 27Kowalski (on Fanpop), also known as SierraTangoEcho on deviantArt, for helping me with ideas and scenarios. Credit goes to her for the few drawings. I hope Ты enjoy Чтение them as much as I enjoyed Письмо them. They are in no particular order, other than the sequence they were written. Please review!
PS, for those following my “Operation: Challenge,” I have not дана up on that. I have just had a lot on my plate lately. I hope to continue it soon, but I make no promises. These shorts do NOT have any rules like that set.
“Guitar Lesson”
November 2, 2013
Marlene gently strummed various chords on her Spanish guitar. It was such a beautiful instrument, and her Избранное by far. It seemed that her very сердце and soul lived off the essence of the instrument — almost as if she would crumble into dust without it. As if each chord she played, her сердце echoed. The Spanish гитара was perfect for any mood. It comforted her when she was sad, calmed her when angry, and relaxed her any other time.
“Hello, Marlene,” Skipper called as he entered her cave.
Marlene set her гитара against the Стена Далее to her. “Hey, Skipper. What are Ты doing here?” she asked, rising to her feet.
“Well, you’ve been a little quiet today and I just wanted to make sure everything was all right,” Skipper explained.
“Oh, I’m fine. I’ve just been trying to teach myself a song on my Spanish guitar, but I’m not the best at playing by ear,” Marlene replied.
Skipper came to a stop at her side. “You know, I know a little Spanish guitar,” he told her with a smile. “I could teach Ты a song.”
Marlene looked at him in disbelief. “Get out,” she сказал(-а) with a smile.
“I’m serious! I spent eight years hiding in the jungles of Mexico, dollface. I had to pass the time somehow,” Skipper told her with a laugh.
Marlene cocked an eyebrow. “But Skipper, Ты don’t even have fingers,” she observed.
Skipper crossed his flippers. “Are Ты asking me to prove it?” he asked with a smile.
“Can you?” Marlene challenged.
“Hand over that guitar, sister,” Skipper accepted. Marlene grabbed her гитара and handed it to him. Skipper held it across his chest and looked up in thought. “Let’s see . . .” Then he nodded as he made a decision. “I believe this one is one of your favorites.”
After gently strumming a few chords to tune the guitar, he started to play Enrique Guitaro’s first hit single, Starlight Serenade. Marlene watched in amazement as his digitless flippers glided over the strings with such impossible grace that she was almost sure she was hallucinating. It was beautiful. Skipper was actually just as good as her in playing, if not better.
“Believe me now?” he asked with a smile as he continued to play.
“I’ll admit, Skipper, you’re pretty amazing,” Marlene answered in astonishment. “So, Ты could really teach me that song? It really is one of my favorites,” she asked somewhat bashfully.
Skipper pressed his flipper to the strings to stop their vibration and smiled. “Sure, why not?”
He handed the гитара back to Marlene and she held it at the ready, waiting for Skipper’s instructions. “It’s in the key of G-major. So —”
“Every F is sharp,” Marlene finished for him with a smile. “For someone who spends his time leading a unit, I wouldn’t think you’d care to learn much about music.”
Skipper smiled. “Can’t play гитара very well without knowing a little about what you’re playing, dollface,” he replied.
Marlene laughed. “Touché, touché,” she said. “So, what do I play first?”
Skipper thought for a moment. “Well, how about Ты just follow my lead?” he suggested, standing himself behind her.
He flushed his flippers with her arms and positioned her left paw to the starting chord and guided her other paw against the strings, and the notes resounded beautifully. Skipper looked sideways to Marlene over her shoulder and she looked back to him. Their eyes locked and Marlene smiled coyly and turned her attention back to the гитара in her arms. Skipper smiled and repositioned her fingers for the Далее chord and strummed again with her right paw.
Moving a little еще quickly and smoothly, he moved her paw up and down, back and forth along the fingerboard of the neck as Marlene found his rhythm and strummed without assistance. Without any form of communication aside from the tempo of the Serenade, they became one with each other, and the Spanish guitar. Although it seemed to take forever to reach, the ending of the song came and the song concluded. After a moment of silence as the last few notes hung in the air, Skipper smiled and nudged her shoulders.
“I guess we do make a good team,” he said.
Marlene smiled and locked eyes with him again. “Could Ты — Показать me again? I think —”
Skipper cut her off with a warm smile. “I don’t need a reason, Marlene. I’ll Показать Ты as many times as you’d like.”
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Author’s Note: I started on these a while ago, and have decided to finally Опубликовать them. Most of these shorts were inspired by a game on Fanpop called “What would Skipper say (WWSS) Game” on pages 40-43. Thank Ты to 27Kowalski (on Fanpop), also known as SierraTangoEcho on deviantArt, for helping me with ideas and scenarios. Credit goes to her for the few drawings. I hope Ты enjoy Чтение them as much as I enjoyed Письмо them. They are in no particular order, other than the sequence they were written. Please review!
PS, for those following my “Operation: Challenge,” I have not дана up on that. I have just had a lot on my plate lately. I hope to continue it soon, but I make no promises. These shorts do NOT have any rules like that set.
“Guitar Lesson”
November 2, 2013
Marlene gently strummed various chords on her Spanish guitar. It was such a beautiful instrument, and her Избранное by far. It seemed that her very сердце and soul lived off the essence of the instrument — almost as if she would crumble into dust without it. As if each chord she played, her сердце echoed. The Spanish гитара was perfect for any mood. It comforted her when she was sad, calmed her when angry, and relaxed her any other time.
“Hello, Marlene,” Skipper called as he entered her cave.
Marlene set her гитара against the Стена Далее to her. “Hey, Skipper. What are Ты doing here?” she asked, rising to her feet.
“Well, you’ve been a little quiet today and I just wanted to make sure everything was all right,” Skipper explained.
“Oh, I’m fine. I’ve just been trying to teach myself a song on my Spanish guitar, but I’m not the best at playing by ear,” Marlene replied.
Skipper came to a stop at her side. “You know, I know a little Spanish guitar,” he told her with a smile. “I could teach Ты a song.”
Marlene looked at him in disbelief. “Get out,” she сказал(-а) with a smile.
“I’m serious! I spent eight years hiding in the jungles of Mexico, dollface. I had to pass the time somehow,” Skipper told her with a laugh.
Marlene cocked an eyebrow. “But Skipper, Ты don’t even have fingers,” she observed.
Skipper crossed his flippers. “Are Ты asking me to prove it?” he asked with a smile.
“Can you?” Marlene challenged.
“Hand over that guitar, sister,” Skipper accepted. Marlene grabbed her гитара and handed it to him. Skipper held it across his chest and looked up in thought. “Let’s see . . .” Then he nodded as he made a decision. “I believe this one is one of your favorites.”
After gently strumming a few chords to tune the guitar, he started to play Enrique Guitaro’s first hit single, Starlight Serenade. Marlene watched in amazement as his digitless flippers glided over the strings with such impossible grace that she was almost sure she was hallucinating. It was beautiful. Skipper was actually just as good as her in playing, if not better.
“Believe me now?” he asked with a smile as he continued to play.
“I’ll admit, Skipper, you’re pretty amazing,” Marlene answered in astonishment. “So, Ты could really teach me that song? It really is one of my favorites,” she asked somewhat bashfully.
Skipper pressed his flipper to the strings to stop their vibration and smiled. “Sure, why not?”
He handed the гитара back to Marlene and she held it at the ready, waiting for Skipper’s instructions. “It’s in the key of G-major. So —”
“Every F is sharp,” Marlene finished for him with a smile. “For someone who spends his time leading a unit, I wouldn’t think you’d care to learn much about music.”
Skipper smiled. “Can’t play гитара very well without knowing a little about what you’re playing, dollface,” he replied.
Marlene laughed. “Touché, touché,” she said. “So, what do I play first?”
Skipper thought for a moment. “Well, how about Ты just follow my lead?” he suggested, standing himself behind her.
He flushed his flippers with her arms and positioned her left paw to the starting chord and guided her other paw against the strings, and the notes resounded beautifully. Skipper looked sideways to Marlene over her shoulder and she looked back to him. Their eyes locked and Marlene smiled coyly and turned her attention back to the гитара in her arms. Skipper smiled and repositioned her fingers for the Далее chord and strummed again with her right paw.
Moving a little еще quickly and smoothly, he moved her paw up and down, back and forth along the fingerboard of the neck as Marlene found his rhythm and strummed without assistance. Without any form of communication aside from the tempo of the Serenade, they became one with each other, and the Spanish guitar. Although it seemed to take forever to reach, the ending of the song came and the song concluded. After a moment of silence as the last few notes hung in the air, Skipper smiled and nudged her shoulders.
“I guess we do make a good team,” he said.
Marlene smiled and locked eyes with him again. “Could Ты — Показать me again? I think —”
Skipper cut her off with a warm smile. “I don’t need a reason, Marlene. I’ll Показать Ты as many times as you’d like.”
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Эй,
guys. I've been doing a lot of thinking for quite some time now and I was thinking that maybe we should do our best in multiple ways to Показать the world that, although the Показать we all support might meet its end, we are still out there, we are still strong, we are still powerful and close, and we are still in massive numbers. I was thinking that maybe we can try something ("Penguinfest" is like an example) that spreads our fanguinism around and shows the world that we can't be stopped. If Ты want to think about it as a sign for a fanguin takeover on the world, be my guest. Sure, THAT won't be exactly like the takeover in "Demise of the Planet of the Fanguins", but it's still an idea of effort. I would Любовь to hear suggestions for what Ты might do irl and online to embrace how great of fanguins we all are.
The end is near...in part two of the Ending XD (P.S. this is going to be short I did this early in the morning so...yawn!)
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The penguins finally reached their habitat and sighed with almost relief 'till they opened the hatch.
"Skipper!" Kowalski shouted with joy.
Sophia jerked her head around. "Aw 'come on!"
Skipper and Sophia started challenging each other. They went on and on and on and on of trash talk and on and on and on.....
"OH FOR PENGUIN'S SAKE! JUST FIGHT ALREADY!" Kowalski scowled.
Sophia and Skipper looked at him with shocked looks, well, not Sophia anyway.
Private and Rico untied Kowalski and hugged him. Kowalski was just glad he didn't have to do pick up lines anymore. (Yet.)
Sophia and Skipper started air kicks and flung at each other.
Who will win?
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Sorry its short I'm sleepy
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The penguins finally reached their habitat and sighed with almost relief 'till they opened the hatch.
"Skipper!" Kowalski shouted with joy.
Sophia jerked her head around. "Aw 'come on!"
Skipper and Sophia started challenging each other. They went on and on and on and on of trash talk and on and on and on.....
"OH FOR PENGUIN'S SAKE! JUST FIGHT ALREADY!" Kowalski scowled.
Sophia and Skipper looked at him with shocked looks, well, not Sophia anyway.
Private and Rico untied Kowalski and hugged him. Kowalski was just glad he didn't have to do pick up lines anymore. (Yet.)
Sophia and Skipper started air kicks and flung at each other.
Who will win?
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Sorry its short I'm sleepy
Conner Kenway vs. Skipper
Fighting styles: Unkown
Weapons: Hidden blades, tomahawk, rev war pistol,
Description: A Native American who was initiated into the Assasin's brother hood.
Skipper
Fighting styles: Kung Fu, karate
Weapons: laser pen
Description: The leader of team пингвин who always seems to get himself into suisidal missions.
Conner and Skipper enter the ring Skipper readies his laser pen, Conner draws out his pistol. Conner takes the first shot Skipper jumps out of the way and turns on his laser pen. As Conner is reloading his pistol Skipper turns around, jumps up, and cuts off Conner's head. Victory goes to Skipper.
47 Vs. Rico
Fighting style: boxing, karate, Kung Fu
Weapons: Twin-Silver Ballars, anything he can find in the area
Description: A bald assain, trained highly in the ways of contract killing.
Rico
Fighting style: Karate
Weapons: What ever the heck is in his gut.
Description: A psychotic little пингвин who shows no regards towards the rules. But is controlling of his use of explosives.
Rico walks alone in Central Park no one is around little does he know a hit was placed on him and agent 47 was sent after him. 47 waits for Rico to come out into the open. 47 the hears a twig snap under Rico's foot, he draws out his silver ballers. As Rico hears 47 emerge from behind the дерево he lets loose with a smoke bomb. As the smoke clears 47 is no where to be found. As Rico continues on his way a W2000 sniper винтовка goes off getting Rico in the chest. Victory goes to 47.
Private Vs. Scorpion
Fighting styles: Hapkido, Pi Gua
Weapons: Bloody spear, Ninja sword
Abilities:can manipulate огонь to his will
Description: A reserected, heartless, ninja with an Unkown background. Nothing and no one can beat him.
Private
Fighting styles: karate
Weapons: none
Abilities: hyper cute
Description: The youngest and cutest of team пингвин also with little known about his background other than he played mini golf. Can use his hyper cute to stun anything, except for his foe.
Private and скорпион enter the ring. Private starts off with the hyper cute but is ineffective against Scorpion. Slowly скорпион gets his Bloody Spear ready. Then he shouts "Get over here" and sends the Bloody Spear at Private. With секунды hesitation скорпион pulls the bloody spear back with private on it. Victory is Scorpion's.
