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He was the one putting eye drops in just an saa ago!He’s taking the night shift the day he finds out Skipper was going to be fine! How could I have been so blind?!”

“Eve! Who are wewe talking about!?” Private called after her, him and Kowalski trying to keep up with her fast pace.

“Manor! Gah! I’m such an idiot!”

“You’re not an idiot, Eve! I should’ve suspected, too!” Kowalski pointed out.

Once they arrived at the prison, Eve stopped and turned to them. “You two stay out here.”

“What?!” Kowalski and Private alisema simultaneously.

“I know my way around the infirmary; I don’t need wewe two to slow me down.” Kowalski and Private tried to protest, but Eve had already turned and entered the prison.

Eve slid around corners and scrambled up the stairs. She stopped abruptly at the entrance to the infirmary, wanting to enter stealthily. She slowly opened the door and quietly stepped in. She peeked in, and when she saw no one, she entered.

She crept across the infirmary, staying hidden in the shadows. When she reached Skipper’s room, she took a deep breath and opened the door.

It opened fast and hit the ukuta with a thump. Eve stood in combat position as she stared into the empty room, with the exception of the sleeping Skipper. She looked around the vacant infirmary, stepped in, and shut the door behind her. She then approached Skipper until she came to a stop at his side. She gently touched the side of his face, which was cold to the touch, but his moyo was still beating according to the monitors. She pulled the cover up to his chin.

Was she wrong? Manor was nowhere to be seen and Skipper was still alive…could it have been a coincidence that Manor had eye drops and decided to take the night shift? She was about to leave when she heard the knob to the door turning. Panicking, she hid behind a gari that was sitting idle on the other side of the room. She watched as dim light gradually flowed into the room, along with the eerie sound of the door creaking open. Once the creaking ceased, indicating that the door was fully open, she examined the penguin-shaped shadow that lay on the floor from behind the cart. Her moyo pounded so hard she could barely hear the light pat…pat…pat… of the footsteps the other penguin, auk was making. When the penguin, auk was visible, she crouched tighter into the shadows.

She couldn’t see his face because his back was turned, but she knew it was Manor. He stopped at the side of the kitanda and stared at Skipper for a moment, then took the tube that pumped saline into Skipper’s vein in his flipper. Eve’s eye’s widened in shock as Manor started connecting a syringe to the line. She acted without thinking; she leapt to her feet and screamed, “NO!” as she charged at him. Manor whipped around; his eyes were wide with shock as Eve grabbed him kwa the shoulders and pushed him to the other side of the room. She then pounced on him and pinned him down. “Why!? What logical reason would wewe have to kill him?!”

Manor laughed. “Like wewe don’t know. He’s paying me, and he alisema not to let anyone get in my way…including you.” He then pushed Eve off of himself, rolled on juu of her and pressed his elbow into her trachea. Eve gasped for air when a twinkle caught her eye. The syringe laid on the floor a couple of feet away. She reached for it, grabbed it, and stabbed Manor in the shoulder with it. Manor cried out in pain and Eve was able to push him off.

She gasped for air and rolled back on juu of Manor, pinning him down again. “Why would Alastair need to kill him?! Wasn’t sending him to prison enough to satisfy him?!”

Manor grinned evilly. “Go to hell.”

“You first…” Eve placed her flipper on the syringe pump. “Talk.”

“Ha! wewe don’t have the guts…”

“Try me.” Eve stared hard into Manor’s eyes.

Manor stared hard back and said, “You’re cute. Your little intimidating act may work on everyone else, but not on me.”

For a moment they stared at each other in silence, then Eve said: “Alright, have it your way. Tell Alastair I alisema hujambo when wewe get to hell.” Eve began to slowly push the pampu in, and Manor’s smile faded.

She’d injected about a fourth of the solution in when Manor said: “No! Wait! wewe can’t…you wouldn’t!”

Eve stopped injecting and said: “Then spill.”

“I don’t know! Alastair only told me to kill him! He didn’t give me a reason! Please!”

“I don’t believe you…”

“I’m telling the truth!”

“Good bye…”

“Wait! Fine! Ugh…all he told me was…” He grinned again. “You should’ve been careful of how close we landed to the suture cart.” Eve’s eyes widened, and before she could react, Manor cut into her side with a small scalpel. Unfortunately for Manor, Eve managed to inject the remnants of the syringe into him at the same time. Eve toppled onto her side as she grasped at her wound. Manor got to his feet and pulled the needle out of his arm and held his shoulder. He cringed in pain and fell back down to the floor. Eve watched in horror as Manor began shaking and grasping tight at his chest where his moyo was. He cried out in pain and thrashed about the floor. Gradually the shaking and thrashing slowed into quick twitches, until he stopped moving completely.

Eve stayed where she was a moment, letting what had just happened sink in. Manor was dead. Alastair bribed him into killing skipper. She looked down at her wound and cringed in pain, squinting her eyes shut. She opened them again when she heard a small sound. She looked over at manor, and cautiously got to her feet and checked his pulse. When she found none, she assumed it was just her imagination, until she heard it again. That’s when she realized it was Skipper. He was waking up!

Despite the pain, she half-limped as quickly as she could to Skipper’s side. “Skipper? Skipper, it’s me…can wewe hear me?” Skipper slowly opened his eyes and looked around until he saw Eve, who smiled. “Welcome back.”

32 Hours Earlier…

Skipper watched the distorted figures above him fade into black, and he fell into a kitanda of snow. His vision was a blur…a white haze obscuring his view. A cold chill ran up his spine and he shivered. He blinked a few times to clear his vision and slowly picked his head up. Looking around, he seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. He pushed himself to his feet and scanned his surroundings. He was in a vast, white clearing covered in snow. The wind carried snow through the air, causing it to swirl around him and making it impossible to see past about a ten-foot radius. Despite the fact that he had no idea where he was au what was going on, he was calm. Suddenly a whistle resounded in the distance.

He turned toward the sound and cocked his head curiously, taking a cautious step forward. The snow pressed against the bottom of his feet, squishing between his toes, and making a light crunch with each step. He wrapped his flippers around himself, trying to fight off the cold and pressed on, taking another step forward. After about a dakika of walking he came upon a small clearing where some tracks cut through the snow. All was quiet until he heard that whistle again, which sounded closer than last time.

That’s when he saw it. Off in the distance, a train approached, slowing as it got closer. Once it had arrived, a door opened on the first compartment and a penguin, auk holding a clipboard stepped out. He took a moment to look at Skipper from under his white cap, then he spoke. “Come forth, penguin.”

Skipper was hesitant, but came forward. “Where am I?”

“This is where wewe come…after life, I’m afraid.”

“So…you’re telling me…I’m dead?”

“‘fraid so. Please board the train.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Well, once this train leaves, it isn’t coming back. So if I were you, I’d come in where it’s warm.”

Skipper considered for a moment, then figured he didn’t have much choice. He stepped slowly mbele and boarded the train, feeling the door close behind him, separating him from the chill of the outside. I must be dreaming… He thought. That’s when the most unexpected happened.

As he walked between the seated rows of small animals, he saw the badger that had helped him and Eve out of that animal testing place. They looked at each other, eyes wide with shock. Skipper took the empty inayofuata to him. “What are you…what happened?” He whispered.

“I don’t wanna talk about it…the real swali is, what happened to you? wewe should see the commotion in New York!”

“Commotion? What commotion?”

“Well, if wewe don’t know, I’m not gonna waste time explaining it to you. wewe still have a chance to get outta here.”

“But what am I supposed to do once I get out?”

“I dunno, but something tells me you’ll figure it out.” Suddenly there was a lurch, and a vibration shimmied through their bones. The train had started moving. “You need to go. Now.” Skipper stared back into his eyes, unsure of what to do. “Now!” The badger pushed him from the kiti, kiti cha and Skipper stumbled to the back of the car, where the capped penguin, auk stopped him.

“I changed my mind…I want to get off.”

“I’m sorry, you’re too late. The train has started moving.”

“You don’t understand, I need to get off!”

“You can’t! You’re too late! Now take your seat!” Skipper, determined to get off the train, turned around and pushed his way to a window, opened it, and looked out. The train was gradually picking up speed and cold, icy wind flowed into the compartment. He acted quickly, knowing that hesitating might make him realize what a bad idea this was. He climbed onto the pane and pushed off into the white abyss. The impact of his body into the snow felt like someone had just Tasered him; the shock exploding through his body as he rolled through the snow.

Once he had stopped rolling, he lay still, breathing heavily, watching the train disappear into the white haze. He pushed his aching body to its feet and stood where he was for a moment, then began walking.

He walked for about two hours, shivering and fighting through the cold. He didn’t know where he was going, but knew that he couldn’t stop. There was this feeling deep inside him that he couldn’t quite describe that drove him on. Maybe it was the feeling of knowing that his team wasn’t 100% salama yet. au maybe it was the fact that someone had tried to kill him, and he needed to know that whoever it was wasn’t going to go after the ones he cared about. Whatever it was, was telling him that he couldn’t stop, no matter what. Suddenly a small sound cut through the whistle and howl of the wind. He stopped for a moment and listened. He was about to assume it was his imagination when he heard it again; a small crackling sound reached his eardrum. He listened a little harder, trying to pinpoint the direction of the sound. He began walking toward it, the crackle becoming zaidi audible with every step.

As the sound of the crackling grew so did the intensity of the glow of a flickering light in the near distance. Skipper continued mbele until he came upon the chanzo of light: a small bonfire. How would a moto be able to withstand this cold? Skipper jumped at the sound of someone’s voice.

“Very interesting…”

To Skipper’s right, a couple of feet from the fire, sat an owl. He had silky white feathers that blended in with the snow. The only distinctive areas that caused the owl to stand out were his dark colored talons and his golden eyes, which slowly opened as he turned his head to look at him. “Who are you? Where am I?”

The owl closed his eyes and turned his head back toward the fire. “I am but a figment of your imagination.” He answered. His voice was calm and mysterious, bringing out each syllable and his s’s slightly hissed.

“So…I am dreaming?”

“More au less.”

“I don’t understand…what’s going on?”

The owl opened his eyes again, and then he spread open his large wings and flapped them together, causing the moto to swirl into the air. When it settled, Skipper approached the fire, not believing his eyes. He was looking at himself.

He examined it curiously; he was unconscious, in a kitanda in the infirmary. A tube was down his throat and an IV was in his fore-flipper. A nurse was there with a clipboard, listening to his moyo and taking notes. “I still don’t understand…if that’s me…then how am I here?”

“This is just your subconscious’ way of adapting to your current situation.”

“And how exactly am I supposed to get back to reality?”

“That depends on you.”

Skipper looked the owl, then back to himself in the fire. Now Eve was kwa his side; she looked around, as if making sure she wasn’t being watched, then bent over him and gently kissed his cheek. She then left the room. After a moment, the hazy image of his resting body was consumed kwa the flames and disappeared. He touched his flipper to his cheek, recrossed his flippers, then asked: “What do I have to do?”

The owl opened his eye once again, but then stepped forward. He approached Skipper, his talons shuffling through the snow. When he stood inayofuata to Skipper, he held out one of his talons and said: “Come with me.”

Skipper looked at his sharp talons, then into his kind golden eyes and asked: “Where are we going?”

“I sense there are some things that wewe don’t understand.”

“Like what?”

The owl smiled. “Come with me and we’ll find out.” Skipper hesitated a moment, then took the owls’ talon. The owl closed his eyes, and a moment later the snow began to swirl around them. The moto puffed out and the resulting smoke fell into the path of the vortex of snow. Skipper watched in sheer amazement as the snow whipped around them and licked at their heels. Gradually the wind and snow slowed and drifted slowly to the ground. Skipper looked around, and to his left, was Alastair and two small hatchlings.

Skipper’s face twisted in anger. “I’m gonna kill you, ya psycho!” He started for him, but the owl stopped him.

“He can’t hear you, nor see you. And wewe won’t be able to touch them. Just watch.” Skipper was going to say something, but instead just turned and watched as told.

This was certainly something Skipper never would’ve expected…Alastair was happy…and not in his usual devious way. He seemed like he was…at peace. He stepped closer, watching him play with the two small chicks. The small penguins laughed with joy as Alastair chased them around. Skipper wouldn’t have imagined Alastair capable of causing actual joy. Then one of the chicks stumbled and fell into the snow. Alastair rushed to her side and picked her up, cradling the weeping chick. “It’s okay, Eve. It’s okay, Daddy’s here.”
posted by Skiparah
I remember that still moment when near father and son gazed into each other's eyes. Leeland's gray eyes were filled with so many emotions I could hardly understand; yet I had quite a few feelings milling around inside of me as well. Leeland seemed as though he could almost say, 'What the heck..' Then he really DID say it. His voice trailed off and his beak alisema something inaudible. I looked down at my blood-stained feathers. Then it hit me. This looked perfectly clear that I'd killed the general. I knew full well that I hadn't, but Leeland and his armed companions didn't know so. I didn't have...
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Still Skipper's View

"Yes!" the man cried. "I knew it! Time is frozen!"
I tell kwa tone on voice that the man was Kowalski.
"Hey, how did I get all the way up here?" the man (Kowalski) asked himself. 
He pulled up his new hand and looked at it. 
"Ahhh!! Fingers!" he screamed.
"Told ya it wasn't the Stopwatch," Johnson said, who had got out of a bunk.
"And that is why wewe shouldn't disobey my orders," I joked. 
By now, we were all out of our hiding spaces. 
"Stop making all those weird noises, Skipper and Johnson," Kowalski said. "I can't understand a word wewe two are saying!"
"Of course!" Ivy said....
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posted by Skiparah
I looked around the clearing. My eyes falling on a black and white form beside me. He was soaked in blood. I put a flipper on the penguin's chest. He was dead as doornail. I couldn't have been wrong. I'd kissed death before. I knew death when it was present in a body. And it was in this penguin's body. I shivered. Who had killed him? Then it hit me like a tidal wave. Where was Hans? Had he been shot too? I looked around. No one was there. I got to my feet and walked a distance. If Hans had been shot surely he wouldn't have gotton this far. Then another thought entered my mind. I froze. Was...
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posted by peacebaby7
Alex & Maurice...

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!"

Alex & Maurice found where Mort was....
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posted by queenpalm
I did not make this up. It is in a book I bought.

To play: fill in the spaces with the word it tells wewe to, then use those same words to fill in the story in the same order.

Plural noun ________
Adjective __________
Part of the body______
Adjective ___________
Noun ______________
Adjective ___________
Noun ______________
Adjective ___________
Adjective ___________
Plural noun__________
Adjective ___________
Noun ______________
Adjective ___________
Plural noun__________
Plural noun__________

Now to start the story:

Meet the Penguins

Skipper, Kowalski, Private, and Rico may look like four cuddly ________- but ...
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posted by peacebaby7
The inayofuata Day...

It was now time to get the plane down. Rico hacked up some knives & the penguins were carefully slicing the vines that were holding the plane in the tree. "OK! This bird's about to fall! Everyone stand back & prepare yourselves!" Skipper announced to the crowd of lemurs down below. Julien, on the ground, alisema to Maurice, "What bird? I see no bird..." Suddenly, with a lurch, the plane fell.

It wasn't as bad as was predicted. Once it hit the platform, it bounced once, & landed with a thud. The lemurs then began cheering. The penguins leaped down from out of the trees...
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posted by peacebaby7
Note to reader: I decided to start doing my makala in zaidi of a story form instead of a script-like form...It's much easier to work in details. Those who have read my awali makala know me to do my makala that way. Anyway, please enjoy the inayofuata chapter of Madagascar Epilogue.

Madagascar

Three Months Into Construction...

The past 3 months of construction has been very progressing for the animals. The platform is now nearly completed, & the penguins were now getting ready to bring down the plane after careful analysis of the plane's engine state.

The four mischievous penguins were now...
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posted by peacebaby7
Madagascar

Marty, Alex, & The Penguins...

Marty: "We're comin' Alex!"

Alex: "Great but, I can't see Melman from here...Oh no wewe didn't get the pengu--"

Skipper: "Hold on Hippi! We're here to help!"

Alex: "Marty! Why did wewe bring them!?"

Marty: "Melman was busy."

Skipper: "With that attitude maybe we'll just leave wewe in that tree!"

Alex: "Good! I'd be safer!"

Skipper: "Fine! C'mon men!"

Marty: "Oh, uh-uh! wewe four have to go help him!"

Skipper: "Look, Stripes! He obviously does not need au want our help! He can just wait up there until later on. It'll probably be very late at night when Tall Guy...
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posted by Skiparah
I clenched my eyes shut as the sting nipped my back. I tried to stop a cry of pain from escaping my beak but it broke free, echoing in the large room. I heard the slicing whack again and the sensation of lightning shooting through me made me yowl in agony, sweat poured down my face. I looked over my shoulder at Blowhole, a pleading expression on my face, "Blowhole, this is unnecessary! If wewe want revenge kill me!" Blowhole chuckled. The lashings stopped. The purr of his segway neared me, "Alexander, this IS revenge. What better way to enjoy it, than to watch wewe suffer?" He lifted the whip...
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posted by peacebaby7
Antarctica

Kowalski: "Private...How do wewe feel?"

Private: "I...I don't know...I feel...weird..."

Kowalski: "Weird how?"

Private: "I...I don't really remember much of what went on in there..."

Kowalski: "What do wewe remember?"

Private: "Um...I remember bits & pieces..."

Kowalski: "What do wewe mean?"

Private: "There are a lot of things a bit fuzzy..."

Skipper: "Well, I'm sure it'll come back to you." *slaps on back*

Private: Hmmm, I'm sure there was something about my uncle...oh well, I'd remember if it were that important...

Skipper: "You know? We make a good team."

Kowalski: "Agreed. We handled that...
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posted by peacebaby7
Antarctica

Skipper: "I don't know what you'r--"

Private: *--brings fist around & wallops Skipper*

Skipper: *blocks inayofuata punch* "What are wewe doing!? Explain yourself!"

Private: *starts fight*

*Skipper & Private begin fighting*

Skipper: *pins Private* "Explain yourself!!!"

Private: "You were there! It's all your fault!"

Skipper: "I was where!? Private! I still don't know what you're talking about!"

Private: "You were there! When my mother died! If wewe hadn't been there she'd still be alive!"

Skipper: "Look, kid! I don't know what you're talking about! I wasn't even conscious when my parents died!"...
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posted by peacebaby7
Antarctica

The Flock's Return

*hiding in an old abandoned home, the trio of penguins watch the penguins coming into the living grounds*

*all whispering*

Kowalski: "Hey! There's my parents! And...They're..."

Skipper: *looks* "Oh. I'm sorry, amigo."

*they see Kowalski's parents holding another hatchling*

Rico: "Hey! Therine!" (Translation: "Hey! There's mine!") *starts to go to them, but stops when Lithia & Jordan start laughing*

Kowalski: "I'm sorry, Rico. I know how wewe feel."

Skipper: "Hey! Don't look so upset! There's gotta be another explanation for this...I'm sure they still mis--"

Kowalski:...
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posted by peacebaby7
Antarctica

The Feeding Grounds...

Private: *sits isolated from the group, looking at the water, thinking*

I can't believe this happened. I Lost my Dad before I even knew him...Now my Mom is gone too. All I have left is Uncle Nigel. And he's gone most of the time. I wonder what happened to her--WAIT! I don't even want to know. Why? Why did wewe have to go. Why couldn't wewe have stayed. I wish wewe were here. Oh, how I wish wewe were here....

Steve: "Hey, Private. wewe feel like playing?"

Private: "Sorry guys. I'm just not in the mood right now. Maybe later."

Jake: "Hey, sorry about your mom, dude. She...
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posted by peacebaby7
Antarctica

2 Days Before Migration...


*a 15 mwaka old Rico was waddling along when he heard something...*

KABOOM!

Rico: "Whoa! What was that?!" *curious, he followed where the sound came from*

KABOOM! KABOOM!

Rico: *kept going & stopped suddenly when he saw lights exploding in the sky* "Whoa...Cool..." *he just kept watching when he saw large creatures sending these exploding lights into the sky* "Hey, my mom told me about these beings, they're humans!" *he went back to his nyumbani as fast as he could go*

Rico: "Mom! Dad! You'll never believe what I just saw! These exploding lights were in the sky!...
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Rico climbed up the kiti, kiti cha and luggage, that was in his way to the brief false comfort of land. Kowalski wasn't far behind him. For them at that moment it was every penguin, auk for himself. Skipper soon made his way out, not realizing that one of his men was still in the death trap.
A frightened voice called out from the descending car. It was Skipper's worst nightmare. "Help, Skippah, don't let me fall!" Private yelped helplessly from the backseat, holding his lunacorn with his foot jammed and stuck under the crushing weight of all the luggage. "I'm stuck!" He cried.
Skipper lunged at the back of...
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Chase Scene: Take 1

Julien: "...Ah! A thief!
...
Keep dancing!"

Maurice: "But there's no music!"

Julien: "I'll pretend I did not hear that!"

Julien: "Come back wewe muziki hater!"

Skipper: "I don't hate music! I hate--"

*--trip*

Chase Scene: Take 2

Julien: "Come back wewe muziki hater!"

Skipper: "I don't hate music! I hate noise!"

Julien: *causes Skipper to slip on bananas, causing him to drop a battery which he intercepts*

*Jumps to get another, misses, swings on a pole back around, and retrieves a sekunde battery*

2 dakika later...

Skipper: "Ha, Lost him."

Julien: *swings in on snake...SMACK..."Oops. Sorry Skipper. Are wewe okay?"

Skipper: "I think I coughed up my spleen..."
posted by queenpalm
"Okay, the best route and time would be at 9:45, and through the series of air vents," Ivy explained. "We can drop down into Alice's office around 9:50, when she should be having her morning snack. If we can change the records in 10 minutes, we will be good, and can get out with 5 dakika to spare."
"Great idea, Ivy!" Skipper said. "Now that's what I call a brain!"
Kowalski scowled at Skipper's compliment to Ivy. I then looked at the clock and realized that it was already 9:42.
"Hey, let's go," I said. "If wewe want to follow Ivy's plan, we should get going."
"Yeah, Johnson's right," Ivy said....
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this is part 3 of how i met Skipper and his team. so after we went back to H.Q. Private puts a bandaid on my arm. which would make it feel better. that's where Marlene appeared.

Marlene: hujambo guys

Skipper: hello Marlene.

Marlene then look at me on the floor.

little me: (looks at the otter) (giggles)

Marlene: what's with the mouse?

Private: that's Kiva Marlene.

Skipper: and me and my team found her in the ally she was scared and alone. so now we are taking care of her. because her mom and dad were killed kwa Dr. Blowhole.

Marlene: right i get it and now you're protecting her so no one won't be able hurt...
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posted by kivamarie
this is how i met Skipper and his team. as wewe can see i was little and i kinda speak after all i was a toddler. and there was my mom and my dad and yet they look like me a mouse. and they upendo me a lot. but then my life was about to change and it would never be the same.

little me: (sleeping happily)

BANG! BANG!

little me: (wakes up) huh?

when i heard that banging noise i didn't know what was going on until Dr. Blowhole onyesha up with the same gun i heard little early. i was scared

Dr. Blowhole: (grins at me evilly)

little me: (scared) uh oh

when i woke up i was at Blowhole's lair and i was in a cage...
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posted by legendary7
As it got later Private's mind and thoughts changed with the sky of the outside and his sanity disappeared with the sun. On the outside he was serene and relaxed since Kowalski came to his rescue, but inside he wanted to end the suffering he kept putting himself through kwa the echoing scream of Max that was stuck in his head. Once Kowalski fell asleep he crept toward the sleeping Rico, au at least Private thought he was sleeping.
Skipper limped all night licking his waterless beak for a pinch of liquid to quench his life-threatening thirst. His dehydration was the least of his troubles, through...
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