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"OMG MARLENE! WHAT WERE Du DOING! Du CAME BACK AT 1:00 AM!" Arlene shouted, shaking her brom towards marlene, she wore a close to clean

"come one mom!" marlene excused tired to her cousin, who now became her mother through a serie of events relly weird, that even made her fall in Liebe with skipper, all for kowalski's new invention: the family-roots-inator!

it all started a Tag ago, Saturday, 10:00 am, Skipper pulled marlene and arlene as private ran with mandy towards the base, they needed to try kowalski's new invention the family-bot-sti, no no, the familly- broots-sator, no, no, well, Du get the point!

Once there...
"soooo, what is this new thing that will dramasticly change my life and eventualy destroy everything?" asked mandy sarcasticly

"no, this ain't no gun oder stu-"

"why the suddent word change?" marlene interrupted

"verry funny marlene" kowalski continued "this the family-roots-intor!"

"wow, it end in inator!" Skipper sagte with a childish voice

"what does it do?" Private asked

"well, let's Zeigen it!" Kowalski ran towards Marlene and tacked her, he then took a thin hair of her

"What the heck's rong with you?!"


"aha!" kowalski inserted the hair in the machine, in Sekunden the tv was huge and it showed marlene and he r family, but suddently everyone frozed, marlene walked slowly towards the tv, she was completely shocked, and kowalski let out a small grin of happiness

The T. V showed twenty six generations of marlenes, but the reason of why everyone was in shock was the Sekunde one from down to up, the left section showe a white otter and it sagte in yellow lters just bellow it: Arlene

"my...my mom is....is Arlene?!"
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posted by TheRatKing1
( Author's note: I realize there are minor punctuation and capitalization errors. ignore those, and please concentrate on the story.)

“Curse Du Parker the Platypus!” – A P.o.M Fan fiction.
August 20th, 2011. Seaville Aqua Fun Park. Staten Island, New York.
Parker the platypus sighed in frustration and utter boredom as he rested his elbows on the stone ledge surrounding his habitat- if Du could even call it /that/. Did these bozos /actually/ expect him to perform?
“Seaville Aqua Fun Park’s Trained Platypus : Percy!”, the sign above his habitat read. How this place stayed open after...
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    I scanned Marlene from head to toe. Her once beautiful eyes were still blank, yet her expression was warped with anger. Her paws were in fists, balled to her sides and she was poised for combat. I’ll admit, Marlene’s extremely attractive when she’s angry—hey, don’t judge me, I’m entitled to an opinion!—but the way she was looking at me at that moment, like she wanted to decorate the room with my insides, never have I longed to see her smile Mehr in my life.

    Blowhole must’ve sensed my shock, because his laughter once again pulled...
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     Fallout Chapter 2: Following in his Footsteps

Private stepped outside and was greeted Von the bright sun. He’s never seen a light so bright before due to the fact he’s lived inside an underground gewölbe, tresor all his life. His eyes were able to adjust to the bright sunlight, and as soon as he did he saw the outside world. Wasteland, everything around him was destroyed. Roads, nearby houses, the landscape, everything. Private followed the road, thinking it would lead him to where his father is. As he’s waddling, he can’t help but to look at all the destruction around...
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posted by peacebaby7
I know what you're probably thinking. Why haven't I told her yet? Why haven't I sagte anything to anybody about it? Well, that comes later. Anyway, most of the afternoon isn't that important. It was what happened later on that night that really worried me.

My team and I were away in our bunks, sleeping soundly. Well, at least my team was. Every time I came close to finally drifting into a slumber, I could see Dr. Deranged coming at me with one of those needles and injecting me with some kind of poison. Eventually, I ended up lying on my back staring at the ceiling. I know it's crazy—what reason...
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posted by TheRatKing1
(my first in a series of episode style Fan fictions. and Von that, i mean, the sort of stuff you'd see in an episode)


April 1st, 2013.

The Penguins woke up early that morning. Skipper watched the rest of his team tiredly crawl out of bed. Kowalski was first, followed Von Private, and Rico....well, he just sort of rolled out of bett and hit the floor. He was still asleep.

Several attempts to wake him up were made until Private had the bright idea of placing a fisch near Rico's head, intending for him to eat it when the crazed bird woke up, but just before he could place it on the stone floor, Rico's...
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Dr Blowhole gazed calmly at the moniters. There was nothing, absolutly NOTHING, going on anywhere. He was starting to get bored. He hadn't schemed against the penguins in a while.
He growled and spun towards the lobsters. There was no plan.

Unless...

Yes. He felt it. It stared at the very corner of his mind and crept slowly along until he was consumed Von it. A new plan!
"Lobsters!!" He yelled, smiling slyly.




Dr Blowhole: *singing while slowly driving around the crowd of his lobsters*
I know that your levels of thinking,
are as low as the weakest of tides.
But dull as Du are, pay attention!...
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posted by Skiparah
He was just a pinguin with a growing depression. Not a word in the world could take the weight of the infliction off his shoulders. He was a pinguin who just needed to run away and have a good cry. But he wouldn't let that happen. He knew he couldn't. I'm a man.I'm a man. He told himself that so many times. Now he walked, head hanging, shoulders drooped. Here could be found no glory, no spirit of freedom, no lack of affliction. Only the mark of an outcast, the weight of regection and hate were seen. Rain clouds were drawn to him overhead. Slowly raindrops began to fall. Not after long rain...
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