The Penguins Of Madagascar Mc

"So tell me , Nolan.." He says.

I don't know what to do. I have been hanging here for hours, blood dripping down my face.
How could I have gotten myself into this? I was just an ordinary Wolf/spy. Now a monster. A hanging monster. Just like I deserve. Now I wait to be killed. Waiting for his statement.
But I am an impatient person. But I am forced to.

After all, I am Nolan Miles.

"...Why are wewe here?" He finishes.

"Well.." I laugh, trying to keep my cool. After all, if I were to freak, I would be dead kwa now.

"I was sent here kwa an organisation juu secret for even me to know, Trying to make a life."...

(this makala is rated PG13 some contents in this parigraph my be disterbing to others parent guidents and fewer discoution is advised thank wewe and injoy)
S: Alright team! Are we all set? good. Kowalski how much time do we got left?
K: Well...it will crash land in 5,4,3,2,1.
S: Wow...nice timeing Kowalski.
P: The plane it the target skippar.
S: Nice work team lets see if whoever was driving the plane is alright.
K: Rico can i have a littile help lifting the top.
R: Hua.....
P: nyasi, nyasi kavu skippar look there penguins like us.
K: What are they doing flying in a milltary plane?
S: They its Manfriada and Ujonesin!...

A normal siku at the CPZ, the penguins are going through their normal morning routine when the Alice alarm goes off suddenly. They all run up topside to see her carrying a large crate.

To the man on the walkie-talkie she says, “Yeah we’re hoping that this female will mate with one of the males.” Alice put the crate down and walked away.

From inside the crate, they all heard a mumble, “Mate my ass. What am I, a prostitute?” It was a pretty female voice.

Skipper examined the crate and said, “Kowalski, options.” Kowalski flipped through his notebook and looked over his options he planned...

The inayofuata morning, Antonio arrived at the penguin, auk habitat promptly at noon. The other penguins went on with their duties while Antonio and Skipper sat across from each other at the meza, jedwali in HQ.

“So, what do wewe want to know?” Skipper asked folding his flippers on the table.

“Well, I’m not sure where to begin,” Antonio replied. “I want to know everything,” he alisema wistfully, resting his chin on his fist and closing his eyes. When he opened them, Skipper was staring at him impatiently, with an eyebrow arched. Antonio awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Well,” Skipper started, breaking...