Alex & Maurice raced through the jungle, following the sound of the weeping. The sound grew slightly louder the closer they got. They finally stopped when they realized that they heard the weeping coming from behind them. "Alex! How could we have missed him? Mort! Where are you?!" Maurice alisema as they turned around & began walking in the other direction. "I am here!" They heard Mort cry, but they still did not see him. "Mort! Where are you!? We still can't see you!" Maurice yelled. "I am in this hole & I can't get out!"
Micha had Rico tied to a mti and Kowalski was frantically searching through vivid colored testubes. M: "You know, I'm getting kinda hungry, if wewe don't find it soon i'm going to have to eat wewe both." R: "Help!" K: "Don't worry, Rico. Skipper will save us." M: "He might try for a while until he gets hungry too. He'll be on my side when his hunger kicks in. He won't be able to resist you." K: "You're wrong Skipper wouldn't hurt us." M: "You mean the old Skipper. Not this new werewolf Skipper. None of wewe will stand a chance." Clouds filled the dark sky and hung over the eerie full moon. A loud clap...
Marlene was sitting down, waiting for a specific Dragon Fly to appear. Finally, he arrived.
"Hey Marlene. Ready to plan all o' this?" asked Scouter.
"Of course I am. Look, I kept a map of the penguin, auk lair. Ya know, in case of emergencies. There are 4 main enterances. First one is the hole hidden kwa the penguin's chakula bowl. The inayofuata are the two windows underwater from the penguin, auk habitat. The last one is the air vent. But I doubt I would be able to fit in those pipes." Marlene explained.
"I got an idea. How about I go through the pipes,...
Prolouge: wewe are entering a wondrous world, outside our own world, taking in it's claims kwa weird phenomena. Throught the pit of man's fears, and the summit, of his knowledge. This "other world" is one that causes the fall of empires, society, and the deepest of courage, the place I speak of is indeed. The Twilight Zone. -Rod Serling. The mwaka is 1962, in a beautiful stretch of prairie in Omaha, Nebraska, a happy community of farmers, bia mongers, and the occassional middle class. This community thrived, until, a monster came to town. He would send anything he was displeased with to an area...
Private looked at his feet. "How long did Skippa say to stand out here?" He asked dully. Rico shrugged. "Dunno," Kowalski remembered. "Until he gave the call," Private looked up and stared and the entrance hatch and looked back down. "What do wewe suppose they are doing down there?" Kowalski and Rico shrugged.
Pluma sat down and took a deep breath. Skipper looked at her. "Well, go on. It could NOT be that bad!" Pluma licked her beak nervously. "I'm REALLY bad at it," She explained. Skipper reached out and took her flipper. "It's okay," He said. Pluma smiled faintly. "Okay then,"
Balanced on his scooter, the one-eyed dolphin leaned against the railing of the pier and gazed at the ocean. It had been years since he had last set fluke in it. He had forgotten, in his time away, how to take care of himself there.
He heard it. The soft blow of an exhaling dolphin. It was followed kwa another, then two more, then a few others, until a pod of Bottlenoses had surfaced and began to mduara, duara the pier.
He smiled. Lowering himself to the floor of the platform, he reached under the final railing to caress his cetacean brethren. Like all dolphins,...
I Believe wewe are going to like this video a lot.You are going to watch a new experience of the team, it remembers the High School Musical Penguins, have a Good time and joy it... Don't Stop Believing
" Just a knock on the old monkey bus!" "no need to be paint, im as floppsy-faced as ever!" "flibbity-jibbit man! im as juxapoxed as the inayofuata hamburgur!""The moo cow may have a chokoleti marshmellow" and "Well ill be a bycicle cream cone!"Kowalski