“What is it, Kowalski?”
“According to my calculations,” alisema Kowalski, scribbling something down on his clipboard, “it is an apple.”
“Right.”
Skipper thought for a while. “Hah!” he laughed. “You won’t get us that easily, wewe evil witch!”
“Um, Skipper?” asked Private.
Skipper looked at the youngest penguin. “What is it, Private?”
“If wewe don’t mind me asking,” alisema Private. “Well I was wondering—”
“Spit it out, soldier.”
“Well, what does an evil witch have to do with the apple?”
Skipper shook his head. “Young Private, I see wewe have forgotten the story about Manfredi and Johnson when they fell for the poisoned apple.”
“Isn’t that Snow White?”
“You’re confusing your stories, Private.”
“Actually, Skipper,” interrupted Kowalski, “my calculations onyesha that it came from the lemur habitat.”
“Oh, well, in that case, Rico.”
Rico picked up the apple and threw it at the lemur habitat. “Nice throw, Rico!” alisema Private.
“Come on, men. It is time to sort out some files,” ordered Skipper, leading the way into the HQ.
The other penguins groaned quietly but followed their leader down.
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Julien shook his booty to the rhythm of the music. “And a one, and a two,” he mumbled.
Then, he heard a swishing sound. “Huh?” He looked up just in time to see an apple heading straight for him.
Bam! “Ow!” cried the lemur king. “Maurice! Mort!”
His subjects came running in. “Your majesty! What happened?” panted Maurice, seeing his king on the ground.
“This,” alisema Julien, picking up the apple, “is what has been going on! Who dares throw matunda at the royal me?”
Maurice raised a brow. “You haven’t kwa any chance offended the sky spirits, have you?”
“Me? Pft. Of course not,” replied the other lemur. “The sky spirits upendo me!”
Mort inched closer to the feet as his king continued talking. “Besides, why would they be giving me the apples? I already have a pile!”
He turned around swiftly, accidentally knocking Mort into the pile of apples beside his throne. “Mort!” he yelled. “How dare wewe touch the royal apples?”
As he stormed over to the panya, kipanya lemur, his swishing tail pushed the apple over and on to the bouncy house, where the apple bounced away. Julien turned back. “Uh, who is the one who has taken my fruit?”
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Bada picked up the apple from the ground. “Yo, Bing. Want an apple?”
Bing came over. “You know we don’t like the apples. The bananas are the best.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Bada threw the apple away from their habitat. “Yo, Bing,” he called again. “Want a banana?”
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Marlene stretched and shook the water droplets from her slick, wet fur. “Nothing to start off the siku like a morning swim,” she stated.
She spotted the apple. “Huh? What’s this?”
Picking it up, she looked around. The otter shrugged and took a bite out of the apple. “An apple a siku keeps the doctor away.”
“According to my calculations,” alisema Kowalski, scribbling something down on his clipboard, “it is an apple.”
“Right.”
Skipper thought for a while. “Hah!” he laughed. “You won’t get us that easily, wewe evil witch!”
“Um, Skipper?” asked Private.
Skipper looked at the youngest penguin. “What is it, Private?”
“If wewe don’t mind me asking,” alisema Private. “Well I was wondering—”
“Spit it out, soldier.”
“Well, what does an evil witch have to do with the apple?”
Skipper shook his head. “Young Private, I see wewe have forgotten the story about Manfredi and Johnson when they fell for the poisoned apple.”
“Isn’t that Snow White?”
“You’re confusing your stories, Private.”
“Actually, Skipper,” interrupted Kowalski, “my calculations onyesha that it came from the lemur habitat.”
“Oh, well, in that case, Rico.”
Rico picked up the apple and threw it at the lemur habitat. “Nice throw, Rico!” alisema Private.
“Come on, men. It is time to sort out some files,” ordered Skipper, leading the way into the HQ.
The other penguins groaned quietly but followed their leader down.
***********************************************************
Julien shook his booty to the rhythm of the music. “And a one, and a two,” he mumbled.
Then, he heard a swishing sound. “Huh?” He looked up just in time to see an apple heading straight for him.
Bam! “Ow!” cried the lemur king. “Maurice! Mort!”
His subjects came running in. “Your majesty! What happened?” panted Maurice, seeing his king on the ground.
“This,” alisema Julien, picking up the apple, “is what has been going on! Who dares throw matunda at the royal me?”
Maurice raised a brow. “You haven’t kwa any chance offended the sky spirits, have you?”
“Me? Pft. Of course not,” replied the other lemur. “The sky spirits upendo me!”
Mort inched closer to the feet as his king continued talking. “Besides, why would they be giving me the apples? I already have a pile!”
He turned around swiftly, accidentally knocking Mort into the pile of apples beside his throne. “Mort!” he yelled. “How dare wewe touch the royal apples?”
As he stormed over to the panya, kipanya lemur, his swishing tail pushed the apple over and on to the bouncy house, where the apple bounced away. Julien turned back. “Uh, who is the one who has taken my fruit?”
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Bada picked up the apple from the ground. “Yo, Bing. Want an apple?”
Bing came over. “You know we don’t like the apples. The bananas are the best.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Bada threw the apple away from their habitat. “Yo, Bing,” he called again. “Want a banana?”
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Marlene stretched and shook the water droplets from her slick, wet fur. “Nothing to start off the siku like a morning swim,” she stated.
She spotted the apple. “Huh? What’s this?”
Picking it up, she looked around. The otter shrugged and took a bite out of the apple. “An apple a siku keeps the doctor away.”
They walked up to the house. The old grey porch creaked. They opened the door. A faint light cast shadows on the stone walls. It smelled of dirt and mothballs. au maybe dirty mothballs.
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." alisema Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or barua pepe him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." alisema Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," alisema Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" alisema Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD
"Ow!" Yelled Skipper.
Kowalski glanced over Skipper. He had stepped on a board that flipped up and hit him in the face.
"Ssshh." alisema Kowalski.
"Ow." Wispered Skipper.
They heard footsteps. They ran out the door and back to the base.
"How about we Just knock." Suggested Privete, "or barua pepe him."
***
Bang,bang,bang. The door didn't open. Bang,bang,bang. Still .didn't.
"Rico, rope." ordered Skipper.
"Here Skipper." alisema Rico handing him a rope.
"Perfect."
Skipper made a lasso and lassoed the weathervane.
"Skippah," alisema Privete "couldn't we try something a little less… well, dangerous."
"Sure Privete. Got any ideas?" alisema Skipper.
The door creaked open. A peice of papper blew in front of Skippers face. It said: TO BE CONTIUED. XD
User: Uh... Hello.
Cleverbot: How are you?
User: Why do wewe need to know, robot?
Cleverbot: Because I'm curious.
User: I don't trust any man-made hunk of metal.
Cleverbot: When did wewe trust me before?
User: What's your game robot?
Cleverbot: I don't know.
User: Don't know? A little suspicious. Don't wewe think?
Cleverbot: No, I am a green bunny named Pablo!!!!!!!!!!!
User: Cheese and crackers man! Get a grip on yourself!
Cleverbot: I hear that a lot about myself to.
User: *fish slaps your metal face*.
Cleverbot: Sorry?
User: wewe didn't see anything.
Cleverbot: Yes I did.
User: *face-flipper*.
Cleverbot: Hardly :).
User: Would wewe like me to get Rico?
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: Ugh you're worse than Ringtail.
Cleverbot: I have no tail...
User: *bangs head on wall*
Cleverbot: Would wewe like a marshmallow?
Cleverbot: How are you?
User: Why do wewe need to know, robot?
Cleverbot: Because I'm curious.
User: I don't trust any man-made hunk of metal.
Cleverbot: When did wewe trust me before?
User: What's your game robot?
Cleverbot: I don't know.
User: Don't know? A little suspicious. Don't wewe think?
Cleverbot: No, I am a green bunny named Pablo!!!!!!!!!!!
User: Cheese and crackers man! Get a grip on yourself!
Cleverbot: I hear that a lot about myself to.
User: *fish slaps your metal face*.
Cleverbot: Sorry?
User: wewe didn't see anything.
Cleverbot: Yes I did.
User: *face-flipper*.
Cleverbot: Hardly :).
User: Would wewe like me to get Rico?
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: Ugh you're worse than Ringtail.
Cleverbot: I have no tail...
User: *bangs head on wall*
Cleverbot: Would wewe like a marshmallow?