Author's note: Well, here comes one of the goriest, most violent, most paranoid induced fanfic, I've ever written. Hopefully Du will come to like the incoming suspense and enjoy the feel of the masterpiece from John Carpenter as it features our Favorit penguins, and some of the zoo animals. :D Enjoy.
Prologue:
The faint, spindly, spaceship was slowly veering into orbit, it's propulsion drive careening off to the side, then whooshing into the Earth until being completely swallowed up Von the atmosphere, little known to most, the ship was heading towards the New England region of the United States, namely New York......
"Alright men!! Hunker down!!" yelled Skipper, sliding open the fishbowl entrance. "Aye sir!! Following up!!" yelled Kowalski, hopping into the HQ after Skipper. "Yes sir!!" shouted Private excitedly, following suit. "Yah!!" babbled Rico, following the rest of his team. The oncoming occasion was indeed a special one: The zoo was closed for the rest of the month, due mainly to the zoo's manager breaking his right leg, and having all the staff of the zoo to come and watch over his recovery. Rico went straight to his doll, setting off explosives to clearly "impress her". Kowalski went straight to his lab, attempting to create another wayward substance that was most likely doomed to fail on him. Private skipped his way to the tv, flipping it on to the Lunacorns, watching with bubbly fascination. Skipper was looking through the monitor, watching closely over each habitat, smiling. "Well the remaining month's gonna be a good one, hope that we'll be ready for missions to raid the fisch catcheries around Manhattan," sagte Skipper. "Heh, and Von tomorrow, I WILL get this enzyme to increase the health value of this fish!!" sagte Kowalski with determination. "Just keep trying Kowalski, I know you'll get it sometime," sagte Private hopeful. "Yeah, then it'll turn into toxic fish, no big surprise," sagte Skipper boredly. Von the time the sun had begun to sink below the waves of the nearby sea, the penguins began to get ready for their sleep, until suddenly, they heard shots ring out, at least four oder five of them. Skipper got up, then rushed up the fishbowl entrance to see a Hoboken golf karte, warenkorb begin to rush up to the habitats, something ahead was running, Skipper saw the oncoming shots glint off the remaining rays of the sun. Private, Rico, and Kowalski soon hopped up to the oben, nach oben of the HQ in shock. "What in god's name is going on here?!" asked Kowalski. "Hoboken cart, I see shots being fired at something ahead of it.... Don't know who it is though..." sagte Skipper. The karte, warenkorb veered around and stopped, two figures hopped out of the cart, one carrying a gun in hand.
The figure running from the karte, warenkorb was immediately recognizable when it came to them. "Fred? What's he doing here?" asked Skipper. "Why are they shooting at him?!" asked Private. The figure holding the gun was none other than Hans, firing at Fred with all his force, Clemson was the Sekunde figure, hopping out with what seemed to be a bomb: Clearly from Blowhole. "Huh, Hans, no big surprise he's here," sagte Skipper. Hans fired at Fred again, missing each time. "We've got your back Fred," sagte Private with comfort. "Wait, why am I running?" asked Fred, clearly forgetting what happened. Clemson attempted to set off the bomb on Fred, but accidentally slammed it right in front of him, setting it off and killing him. "Woah!! KABOOM!!!" sagte Rico excitedly. "He- Assimilated!! Don't t-touch him!!" called out Hans, falling over from injury of the bomb, then shot again. "Gah!!" cried out Rico, apparently grazed Von the bullet in his leg. "Kowalski!! Take him in!!" sagte Skipper. "Aye sir!!" sagte Kowalski, taking Rico inside to heal him. Skipper then grabbed Hans, dragging him into the HQ, trying to talk to him. "Alright ya Danish heathen!! I want to know what's the meaning of this!!" demanded Skipper. "Sk-Skipper? I-I need to explain to- to you...." sagte Hans, the shockwave of the explosion had overwhelmed him into a fatal injury. "I beat Du the first time I met you, I beat Du at all chances I got!! Heck, even at the verge of popping like a balloon I beat you!! Why now, do Du ask to fight me?!" demanded Skipper again. "Skipper~! Forget that right now, I need Du to look at this before I go..." sagte Hans, weakly handing him a tape. Skipper picked it up with curiosity. "And why did Du shoot Fred, er, try to?" asked Skipper.
"He- DON'T TOUCH HIM!!" cried out Hans. "Why? What if we do?" dared Skipper. "The tape will explain- He- He's been assimilated fully!!" sagte Hans. "ENGLISH!! What's the matter with you?!" asked Skipper. "He's dangerously infected, q-quarantine him if Du can, then- TORCH HIM!!" yelled Hans, gasping and wheezing. "Torch? He's been infected with what?" asked Skipper. "One of Du isn't their usual self, watch the tape, immediately!!" demanded Hans, gasping, as his eyes rolled in, last breaths leaving him. Skipper closed his eyes gently. "At ease soldier, I finally defeated you, I'll send my condolences to your Ermine wife, farewell," sagte Skipper, patting his head. "What'd he say Skippah?" asked Private. "He told me something about watching a tape of some sort, but I won't do that, pfft, after how many times he bothered us, I'm not vowing to his final request!!" sagte Skipper. "Any other details?" asked Kowalski as he treated Rico's wound. "He sagte that Fred needed to be quarantined for some deadly infection oder something..." sagte Skipper. "Then have at it: The quarantine box!!" sagte Private. "Afraid so, Fred, we need Du to get into something for us, it's a bit crammed, but it'll do," sagte Skipper. "Umm... What?" asked Fred. Kowalski then grabbed the dreaded thing and opened it. "First class.... Cha!!" sagte Kowalski, pointing at it with a failed moonwalk.
Prologue:
The faint, spindly, spaceship was slowly veering into orbit, it's propulsion drive careening off to the side, then whooshing into the Earth until being completely swallowed up Von the atmosphere, little known to most, the ship was heading towards the New England region of the United States, namely New York......
"Alright men!! Hunker down!!" yelled Skipper, sliding open the fishbowl entrance. "Aye sir!! Following up!!" yelled Kowalski, hopping into the HQ after Skipper. "Yes sir!!" shouted Private excitedly, following suit. "Yah!!" babbled Rico, following the rest of his team. The oncoming occasion was indeed a special one: The zoo was closed for the rest of the month, due mainly to the zoo's manager breaking his right leg, and having all the staff of the zoo to come and watch over his recovery. Rico went straight to his doll, setting off explosives to clearly "impress her". Kowalski went straight to his lab, attempting to create another wayward substance that was most likely doomed to fail on him. Private skipped his way to the tv, flipping it on to the Lunacorns, watching with bubbly fascination. Skipper was looking through the monitor, watching closely over each habitat, smiling. "Well the remaining month's gonna be a good one, hope that we'll be ready for missions to raid the fisch catcheries around Manhattan," sagte Skipper. "Heh, and Von tomorrow, I WILL get this enzyme to increase the health value of this fish!!" sagte Kowalski with determination. "Just keep trying Kowalski, I know you'll get it sometime," sagte Private hopeful. "Yeah, then it'll turn into toxic fish, no big surprise," sagte Skipper boredly. Von the time the sun had begun to sink below the waves of the nearby sea, the penguins began to get ready for their sleep, until suddenly, they heard shots ring out, at least four oder five of them. Skipper got up, then rushed up the fishbowl entrance to see a Hoboken golf karte, warenkorb begin to rush up to the habitats, something ahead was running, Skipper saw the oncoming shots glint off the remaining rays of the sun. Private, Rico, and Kowalski soon hopped up to the oben, nach oben of the HQ in shock. "What in god's name is going on here?!" asked Kowalski. "Hoboken cart, I see shots being fired at something ahead of it.... Don't know who it is though..." sagte Skipper. The karte, warenkorb veered around and stopped, two figures hopped out of the cart, one carrying a gun in hand.
The figure running from the karte, warenkorb was immediately recognizable when it came to them. "Fred? What's he doing here?" asked Skipper. "Why are they shooting at him?!" asked Private. The figure holding the gun was none other than Hans, firing at Fred with all his force, Clemson was the Sekunde figure, hopping out with what seemed to be a bomb: Clearly from Blowhole. "Huh, Hans, no big surprise he's here," sagte Skipper. Hans fired at Fred again, missing each time. "We've got your back Fred," sagte Private with comfort. "Wait, why am I running?" asked Fred, clearly forgetting what happened. Clemson attempted to set off the bomb on Fred, but accidentally slammed it right in front of him, setting it off and killing him. "Woah!! KABOOM!!!" sagte Rico excitedly. "He- Assimilated!! Don't t-touch him!!" called out Hans, falling over from injury of the bomb, then shot again. "Gah!!" cried out Rico, apparently grazed Von the bullet in his leg. "Kowalski!! Take him in!!" sagte Skipper. "Aye sir!!" sagte Kowalski, taking Rico inside to heal him. Skipper then grabbed Hans, dragging him into the HQ, trying to talk to him. "Alright ya Danish heathen!! I want to know what's the meaning of this!!" demanded Skipper. "Sk-Skipper? I-I need to explain to- to you...." sagte Hans, the shockwave of the explosion had overwhelmed him into a fatal injury. "I beat Du the first time I met you, I beat Du at all chances I got!! Heck, even at the verge of popping like a balloon I beat you!! Why now, do Du ask to fight me?!" demanded Skipper again. "Skipper~! Forget that right now, I need Du to look at this before I go..." sagte Hans, weakly handing him a tape. Skipper picked it up with curiosity. "And why did Du shoot Fred, er, try to?" asked Skipper.
"He- DON'T TOUCH HIM!!" cried out Hans. "Why? What if we do?" dared Skipper. "The tape will explain- He- He's been assimilated fully!!" sagte Hans. "ENGLISH!! What's the matter with you?!" asked Skipper. "He's dangerously infected, q-quarantine him if Du can, then- TORCH HIM!!" yelled Hans, gasping and wheezing. "Torch? He's been infected with what?" asked Skipper. "One of Du isn't their usual self, watch the tape, immediately!!" demanded Hans, gasping, as his eyes rolled in, last breaths leaving him. Skipper closed his eyes gently. "At ease soldier, I finally defeated you, I'll send my condolences to your Ermine wife, farewell," sagte Skipper, patting his head. "What'd he say Skippah?" asked Private. "He told me something about watching a tape of some sort, but I won't do that, pfft, after how many times he bothered us, I'm not vowing to his final request!!" sagte Skipper. "Any other details?" asked Kowalski as he treated Rico's wound. "He sagte that Fred needed to be quarantined for some deadly infection oder something..." sagte Skipper. "Then have at it: The quarantine box!!" sagte Private. "Afraid so, Fred, we need Du to get into something for us, it's a bit crammed, but it'll do," sagte Skipper. "Umm... What?" asked Fred. Kowalski then grabbed the dreaded thing and opened it. "First class.... Cha!!" sagte Kowalski, pointing at it with a failed moonwalk.