[Skipper]
Septenber 3, 2019.
It was peaceful...too peaceful. Normaly I'd hear Julien dancing to Музыка as usual. But then again, I was gone for 9 years. Maybe he'd changed...well, Ты never know.
The zoo was the same as when I left it. Exactly the same. Except there is no one crying and begging me to stay. And yes, that was my team who was crying and begging.
I wonder if they missed me. Do they still remember me?...I thought to myself. Maybe I'm just a distant memory to them. I sent them letters, but they never send any back. Don't they know that I'm comming? Maybe they're angry at me for leaving. But angry или not, I still have to face them.
I'm standing on our habitat now. Not a пингвин in sight. Not an animal in sight actually. They could either be trying to avoid me, trying to suprise me, или they didn't know I was comming. I rather have them not knowing that I'm comming then to be suprised или ignored.
I think I should wait til someone comes out. Because if I just barge in, Далее thing Ты know, I was being cut in half by Rico with a chainsaw.
A пингвин finally climbed out of the fishbowl enterance. The same size as me, but he doesn't look familier.
He saw me. "Skippa'?" he сказал(-а) slowly. I'd recongnize that accent anywhere. It was Private! "Skippa' is that you?"
I finally got myself to say something. "Yea. Private?"
"Skippa'! I can't believe it's you," he cheered. "We missed Ты so-wait! I gotta tell the others!" Private ran inside the HQ.
Oh-Kay...
I looked at my reflection in the water. "Hmm, I haven't changed at all have I?" I сказал(-а) to myself. Private came back out with a bunch of other people.
"Hello penguin!" greeted Julien. "Are Ты new? Let me to be introducing myself. I am King Julien, King of all kingly kings of king!...ly."
"Julien, it's me. Skipper." I said.
"Oh, Skipper! I haven't seen Ты since...you left!" he said.
Same old Julien.
A buff пингвин with a mohawk stepped forward. "Hey boss..." he сказал(-а) to me. I didn't recongnize him. But I found out that this пингвин was Rico!
"Rico? Since when did Ты start to talk?" I asked.
"Yup. I can talk." he said. "My doll girlfriend was getting on my nerves, so I broke-up with her. Chicks...what are Ты gonna do with them?"
I stared at him. This doesn't look like the old Rico. The old Rico was psycotic, soft, and in Любовь with that doll. Now he's buff, mean looking, and I think disrespectful. "Uh-huh..." I сказал(-а) slowly.
Something caught the corner of my eye. Someone climbed out of the fishbowl enterace. It was Marlene, but a little taller. "Skipper!" she сказал(-а) and ran to hug me.
We looked at each other. "Wow..." I said. "Since when did Ты look hot?"...Did I just say that outloud?
"Thanks. Well Ты haven't changed at all," she сказал(-а) looking at me. "But Ты did grow taller."
"And stronger!" I added. "So...Where's Kowalski?"
"Oh, He's inside teaching Austin." she replied. I stared at her. Who the heck is Austin? A new member of the team или something? "...Oh! I forgot, Ты don't know."
"Yea I don't. Who's Austin?" I asked.
"You see...uhh...He's-"
"What? Your boyfriend?" I said.
"Uh no." she replied. I was about to give a sigh of relief, but she continued. " Austin's my son."
My mouth hanged open.
"And Kowalski's his dad..." I shook my head. I didn't want her to know that I'm shocked.
"Oh..." I said, still shocked. But I tried to sound normal. "That's great."
Marlene gave a sigh of relief. "Whew, for a секунда there I thought Ты were gonna kill Kowalski and me." she said.
"Well why would I do that?"
Rico smiled. He knew that I wasn't Ok. I was sooooo far from Ok! "Well boss." he said, "C'mon. You've missed a lot."
Everyone went down the fishbowl enterance.
"Sigh, Marlene's married. I shouldn't have left this zoo in the first place..." I mumbled to myself.
"Skipper, are Ты comming?" Marlene asked. I nodded.
Now let's see if anything else changed while I was gone.
Septenber 3, 2019.
It was peaceful...too peaceful. Normaly I'd hear Julien dancing to Музыка as usual. But then again, I was gone for 9 years. Maybe he'd changed...well, Ты never know.
The zoo was the same as when I left it. Exactly the same. Except there is no one crying and begging me to stay. And yes, that was my team who was crying and begging.
I wonder if they missed me. Do they still remember me?...I thought to myself. Maybe I'm just a distant memory to them. I sent them letters, but they never send any back. Don't they know that I'm comming? Maybe they're angry at me for leaving. But angry или not, I still have to face them.
I'm standing on our habitat now. Not a пингвин in sight. Not an animal in sight actually. They could either be trying to avoid me, trying to suprise me, или they didn't know I was comming. I rather have them not knowing that I'm comming then to be suprised или ignored.
I think I should wait til someone comes out. Because if I just barge in, Далее thing Ты know, I was being cut in half by Rico with a chainsaw.
A пингвин finally climbed out of the fishbowl enterance. The same size as me, but he doesn't look familier.
He saw me. "Skippa'?" he сказал(-а) slowly. I'd recongnize that accent anywhere. It was Private! "Skippa' is that you?"
I finally got myself to say something. "Yea. Private?"
"Skippa'! I can't believe it's you," he cheered. "We missed Ты so-wait! I gotta tell the others!" Private ran inside the HQ.
Oh-Kay...
I looked at my reflection in the water. "Hmm, I haven't changed at all have I?" I сказал(-а) to myself. Private came back out with a bunch of other people.
"Hello penguin!" greeted Julien. "Are Ты new? Let me to be introducing myself. I am King Julien, King of all kingly kings of king!...ly."
"Julien, it's me. Skipper." I said.
"Oh, Skipper! I haven't seen Ты since...you left!" he said.
Same old Julien.
A buff пингвин with a mohawk stepped forward. "Hey boss..." he сказал(-а) to me. I didn't recongnize him. But I found out that this пингвин was Rico!
"Rico? Since when did Ты start to talk?" I asked.
"Yup. I can talk." he said. "My doll girlfriend was getting on my nerves, so I broke-up with her. Chicks...what are Ты gonna do with them?"
I stared at him. This doesn't look like the old Rico. The old Rico was psycotic, soft, and in Любовь with that doll. Now he's buff, mean looking, and I think disrespectful. "Uh-huh..." I сказал(-а) slowly.
Something caught the corner of my eye. Someone climbed out of the fishbowl enterace. It was Marlene, but a little taller. "Skipper!" she сказал(-а) and ran to hug me.
We looked at each other. "Wow..." I said. "Since when did Ты look hot?"...Did I just say that outloud?
"Thanks. Well Ты haven't changed at all," she сказал(-а) looking at me. "But Ты did grow taller."
"And stronger!" I added. "So...Where's Kowalski?"
"Oh, He's inside teaching Austin." she replied. I stared at her. Who the heck is Austin? A new member of the team или something? "...Oh! I forgot, Ты don't know."
"Yea I don't. Who's Austin?" I asked.
"You see...uhh...He's-"
"What? Your boyfriend?" I said.
"Uh no." she replied. I was about to give a sigh of relief, but she continued. " Austin's my son."
My mouth hanged open.
"And Kowalski's his dad..." I shook my head. I didn't want her to know that I'm shocked.
"Oh..." I said, still shocked. But I tried to sound normal. "That's great."
Marlene gave a sigh of relief. "Whew, for a секунда there I thought Ты were gonna kill Kowalski and me." she said.
"Well why would I do that?"
Rico smiled. He knew that I wasn't Ok. I was sooooo far from Ok! "Well boss." he said, "C'mon. You've missed a lot."
Everyone went down the fishbowl enterance.
"Sigh, Marlene's married. I shouldn't have left this zoo in the first place..." I mumbled to myself.
"Skipper, are Ты comming?" Marlene asked. I nodded.
Now let's see if anything else changed while I was gone.
a tribute to пингвин of Madagascar
please Комментарий it my first artical
What us Фаны have joined together let no writer rip asunder
пингвин of Madagascar Фаны of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
Присоединиться together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I Любовь them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live пингвин of Madagascar
Ты will never be forgotten
please Комментарий it my first artical
What us Фаны have joined together let no writer rip asunder
пингвин of Madagascar Фаны of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
Присоединиться together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I Любовь them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live пингвин of Madagascar
Ты will never be forgotten
This is my first Фан fiction. Hope Ты enjoy it! Oh, and if Ты were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my Главная could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt или a grocery store. Still, the only good Еда I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The Стена belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my Главная could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt или a grocery store. Still, the only good Еда I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The Стена belonged to the Central Park Zoo!