In the City
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The wind was slightly shaking the trees as the group of five wanyama went over the nyasi in the cover of the trunks' shadows.
Marlene would have preferred that Private had stayed at the oak but he had alisema he wanted to help. Rico had wanted to come with them, but Mason had been adamant that he stayed in kitanda for two zaidi days. Finally Rico had aliyopewa in. Marlene had been puzzled of the intensity with that Rico wanted to stay at Private's side…
As they approached the streets of New York they noticed at once that something was wrong.
Marlene, Private, King Julien, Maurice and Mort looked at empty streets, abandoned cars and broken windows. A paper flattered by.
"What happened here?" Marlene asked, greatly perturbed.
The others didn't answer. They continued their way through the streets. With the houses in which's windows was not a single light, Manhattan seemed to them like a ghost town. What ever had made the humans disappear, it must had happened in the last two weeks… 'Or', Marlene thought and looked through a broken window into a room that was completely messed up, 'it could have just happened in the last few days.'
Suddenly Private stopped. They first noticed it when Marlene looked back. Private stood still and looked down the mitaani, mtaa as if he was fixing something, but actually, he looked into emptiness.
"Private?" Marlene asked. "What is-?"
"Skipper" Private whispered.
"What?"
"It's Skipper."
They walked back to him.
"What do wewe mean?" Marlene asked.
Private still starred at the point down the street. But as Marlene looked this direction, she couldn't see anything unsettling au extraordinary.
"Skipper was here" Private alisema quietly.
"What?" Julien asked disbelieving, but with a hidden worried tone in his voice.
"Private, I know that you're afraid of Skipper. We all are. But that doesn't mean that everything strange we see has to do with him" Marlene said.
Private turned his head to her very slowly, his eyes stayed focused at the point down the street. Just in the last moment he let them songesha and looked into Marlene's eyes. She realized what she had just alisema wasn't very standing to reason.
"So wewe think that Skipper made up this mess?" Maurice asked and lifted his head to the high rising buildings.
Private nodded.
"But how should he have been doing that?" Julien asked in a how-ridiculous-voice "At least, he's just one little stupid penguin!"
"No, he isn't" Private said, still very quietly, as if he feared someone else could here him.
There was a moment of silence, in which everyone took an anxious look around. How could one penguin, auk crash so many windows? Expelling so many humans?
"I think Private might have a point" Maurice alisema "we should go on, but we should be careful."
And so they continued their way through the city. Behind every corner they expected Skipper standing there, ready to slid them to pieces. Then they found the first body. Marlene suddenly stumbled back as she walked around a car and found a man lying on the ground, his shati ripped open and dirty from dried blood. His eyes were wide open; his expression showed surprise and terror.
Everyone got a very bad feeling in one's stomach. They found two zaidi dead humans, another man and a woman. Both had died in their cars as the two vehicles had crashed into each other.
After 10 dakika of walking, the five wanyama arrived at a supermarket. Goods like vegetables and fruits were still quite fresh. And the fridges were still on power. But it seemed like the market had been abandoned only a couple of days ago.
Now they became really afraid. Suddenly, all they wanted was to be back in their tree, salama and sound.
The lemurs went on the matunda bar, Marlene searched for pwani chajio, chakula cha jioni and Private took as many sardine cans in his flippers as possible.
Then they went back in direction of the Central Park.
As they reached it, an explosion was heard, far away. Hastily, they searched for cover in the shadow of the trees. Soon, they saw were it had been: on the other end of the park, in the streets behind the zoo's walls, were high flames shooting up into the sky. They could hear the people screaming even from this distance.
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The wind was slightly shaking the trees as the group of five wanyama went over the nyasi in the cover of the trunks' shadows.
Marlene would have preferred that Private had stayed at the oak but he had alisema he wanted to help. Rico had wanted to come with them, but Mason had been adamant that he stayed in kitanda for two zaidi days. Finally Rico had aliyopewa in. Marlene had been puzzled of the intensity with that Rico wanted to stay at Private's side…
As they approached the streets of New York they noticed at once that something was wrong.
Marlene, Private, King Julien, Maurice and Mort looked at empty streets, abandoned cars and broken windows. A paper flattered by.
"What happened here?" Marlene asked, greatly perturbed.
The others didn't answer. They continued their way through the streets. With the houses in which's windows was not a single light, Manhattan seemed to them like a ghost town. What ever had made the humans disappear, it must had happened in the last two weeks… 'Or', Marlene thought and looked through a broken window into a room that was completely messed up, 'it could have just happened in the last few days.'
Suddenly Private stopped. They first noticed it when Marlene looked back. Private stood still and looked down the mitaani, mtaa as if he was fixing something, but actually, he looked into emptiness.
"Private?" Marlene asked. "What is-?"
"Skipper" Private whispered.
"What?"
"It's Skipper."
They walked back to him.
"What do wewe mean?" Marlene asked.
Private still starred at the point down the street. But as Marlene looked this direction, she couldn't see anything unsettling au extraordinary.
"Skipper was here" Private alisema quietly.
"What?" Julien asked disbelieving, but with a hidden worried tone in his voice.
"Private, I know that you're afraid of Skipper. We all are. But that doesn't mean that everything strange we see has to do with him" Marlene said.
Private turned his head to her very slowly, his eyes stayed focused at the point down the street. Just in the last moment he let them songesha and looked into Marlene's eyes. She realized what she had just alisema wasn't very standing to reason.
"So wewe think that Skipper made up this mess?" Maurice asked and lifted his head to the high rising buildings.
Private nodded.
"But how should he have been doing that?" Julien asked in a how-ridiculous-voice "At least, he's just one little stupid penguin!"
"No, he isn't" Private said, still very quietly, as if he feared someone else could here him.
There was a moment of silence, in which everyone took an anxious look around. How could one penguin, auk crash so many windows? Expelling so many humans?
"I think Private might have a point" Maurice alisema "we should go on, but we should be careful."
And so they continued their way through the city. Behind every corner they expected Skipper standing there, ready to slid them to pieces. Then they found the first body. Marlene suddenly stumbled back as she walked around a car and found a man lying on the ground, his shati ripped open and dirty from dried blood. His eyes were wide open; his expression showed surprise and terror.
Everyone got a very bad feeling in one's stomach. They found two zaidi dead humans, another man and a woman. Both had died in their cars as the two vehicles had crashed into each other.
After 10 dakika of walking, the five wanyama arrived at a supermarket. Goods like vegetables and fruits were still quite fresh. And the fridges were still on power. But it seemed like the market had been abandoned only a couple of days ago.
Now they became really afraid. Suddenly, all they wanted was to be back in their tree, salama and sound.
The lemurs went on the matunda bar, Marlene searched for pwani chajio, chakula cha jioni and Private took as many sardine cans in his flippers as possible.
Then they went back in direction of the Central Park.
As they reached it, an explosion was heard, far away. Hastily, they searched for cover in the shadow of the trees. Soon, they saw were it had been: on the other end of the park, in the streets behind the zoo's walls, were high flames shooting up into the sky. They could hear the people screaming even from this distance.
And the winner is....
The Penguins of Madagascar!
I would like to thank everyone who made this contest possible, especially our two outstanding writers!
The judge reported that Operation: nyumbani Sweet nyumbani was entertaining and realistic. She alisema that she could almost believe that it was an actual episode. "The creativity is unbelievable!" The Judge was quoted as saying.
On the other hand, she thought that the Spongebob entry was too short, lacked imagination, and was monotonous.
This makala will be ilitumwa on both sites.
Spongebobers, wewe now have to post an makala on your site about how much wewe upendo POM. wewe have until inayofuata Saturday to do so.
Penguins of Madagascar fans, commence Operation: Celebrate!!
The Penguins of Madagascar!
I would like to thank everyone who made this contest possible, especially our two outstanding writers!
The judge reported that Operation: nyumbani Sweet nyumbani was entertaining and realistic. She alisema that she could almost believe that it was an actual episode. "The creativity is unbelievable!" The Judge was quoted as saying.
On the other hand, she thought that the Spongebob entry was too short, lacked imagination, and was monotonous.
This makala will be ilitumwa on both sites.
Spongebobers, wewe now have to post an makala on your site about how much wewe upendo POM. wewe have until inayofuata Saturday to do so.
Penguins of Madagascar fans, commence Operation: Celebrate!!
OK, as wewe might know, Spongebob beat POM in the KCA. Well, I say we challenge those jerks over at the Spongebob fansite! To a fanfiction contest!
Here's the plan: We post something on their site telling them about the contest. Then, we nominate our best writer to represent us. Representative writes fanfiction and posts it on either our site au theirs (we'll decide that later). We find an impartial person and ask him/her to decide which fanfiction they like better. Loser has to write an makala to be ilitumwa on their own site about how great the other onyesha is.
If wewe like the plan, maoni and give suggestions. We need peaople to represent us also. Remember: This is a contest for true fans. This is a test of your faith. And if wewe don't agree with this, then please, we respect your opinion but this contest doesn't hurt anyone. So don't sabbatoge us. All right then. Commence Operation PAYBACK!
Here's the plan: We post something on their site telling them about the contest. Then, we nominate our best writer to represent us. Representative writes fanfiction and posts it on either our site au theirs (we'll decide that later). We find an impartial person and ask him/her to decide which fanfiction they like better. Loser has to write an makala to be ilitumwa on their own site about how great the other onyesha is.
If wewe like the plan, maoni and give suggestions. We need peaople to represent us also. Remember: This is a contest for true fans. This is a test of your faith. And if wewe don't agree with this, then please, we respect your opinion but this contest doesn't hurt anyone. So don't sabbatoge us. All right then. Commence Operation PAYBACK!
Skipper's nerdy best friend
