“Tuckered Out”
November 1, 2014
Marlene yawned. “Thanks for taking me to that Enrique Guitaro concert, guys,” she sagte to the penguins as they drove her home. “It went a lot better than last time. And going backstage? That was”—she yawned again as if she hadn’t slept in days—“really awesome,” she finished.
Skipper chuckled from his place to the right of her. “I don’t think staying up all the way to one in the morning is a good idea for you.”
Marlene shook her head. “No, no, I’m awake.” She fought off another yawn and rubbed her eyes. “Tack as a sharp.”
Skipper chuckled again and exchanged a look with Private, who was on the other side of Marlene.
“Might want to go a little faster, Rico,” Skipper requested.
Rico nodded. “Checkadoodle!” he sagte as he stepped a little harder on the gas.
A few Minuten later, Kowalski looked in the rear-view mirror and smiled.
“Aw, she’s asleep,” he said.
Skipper looked at Marlene, whose head had rolled back on the headrest with her eyes closed. Skipper smiled.
“Yep. I’d bet nothing will wake her up till at least noon,” Skipper said. Then Rico took a hard left and Marlene’s head landed on his shoulder. Skipper glanced at his team, who hadn’t noticed yet.
He slowly pulled his flipper free and attempted to position her back to the center of the seat, but Marlene wrapped her arm around his stomach and snuggled her head into his chest with a tired moan, catching Private’s attention.
He smiled and held back a snigger. “Well,” he said, looking at Marlene, and then at the back of the driver’s sitz in front of him, “I didn’t know Du were so snuggable.”
Skipper rolled his eyes and decided to let it go, resting his flipper on Marlene’s shoulders. “If anyone hears about this, Du are so going on probation,” he said, although they knew he didn’t really mean it.
Kowalski snickered. “Getting comfy, I see,” he teased.
Skipper kicked his seat. “Shut up, she’s trying to sleep,” he whispered harshly, holding back a smile.
Nobody sagte anything for the rest of the ride back to the zoo. They stopped Von Marlene’s habitat, and Skipper carried her to her bett and covered her up. She barely stirred the entire time.
Looking back to be sure he was alone, Skipper leaned in and whispered, “Sweet dreams, Marlene,” in her ear, to which Marlene curled into herself as if to say, “Just try and stop me.”
Skipper smiled and went back out to the car, where his men waited for him with ridiculous smiles on their faces. He pretended not to notice and got back in the car.
“She all tucked in?” Private asked with half a snigger.
Skipper smiled. “For lack of better words, yes. Let’s get to HQ and get some shut-eye.”
November 1, 2014
Marlene yawned. “Thanks for taking me to that Enrique Guitaro concert, guys,” she sagte to the penguins as they drove her home. “It went a lot better than last time. And going backstage? That was”—she yawned again as if she hadn’t slept in days—“really awesome,” she finished.
Skipper chuckled from his place to the right of her. “I don’t think staying up all the way to one in the morning is a good idea for you.”
Marlene shook her head. “No, no, I’m awake.” She fought off another yawn and rubbed her eyes. “Tack as a sharp.”
Skipper chuckled again and exchanged a look with Private, who was on the other side of Marlene.
“Might want to go a little faster, Rico,” Skipper requested.
Rico nodded. “Checkadoodle!” he sagte as he stepped a little harder on the gas.
A few Minuten later, Kowalski looked in the rear-view mirror and smiled.
“Aw, she’s asleep,” he said.
Skipper looked at Marlene, whose head had rolled back on the headrest with her eyes closed. Skipper smiled.
“Yep. I’d bet nothing will wake her up till at least noon,” Skipper said. Then Rico took a hard left and Marlene’s head landed on his shoulder. Skipper glanced at his team, who hadn’t noticed yet.
He slowly pulled his flipper free and attempted to position her back to the center of the seat, but Marlene wrapped her arm around his stomach and snuggled her head into his chest with a tired moan, catching Private’s attention.
He smiled and held back a snigger. “Well,” he said, looking at Marlene, and then at the back of the driver’s sitz in front of him, “I didn’t know Du were so snuggable.”
Skipper rolled his eyes and decided to let it go, resting his flipper on Marlene’s shoulders. “If anyone hears about this, Du are so going on probation,” he said, although they knew he didn’t really mean it.
Kowalski snickered. “Getting comfy, I see,” he teased.
Skipper kicked his seat. “Shut up, she’s trying to sleep,” he whispered harshly, holding back a smile.
Nobody sagte anything for the rest of the ride back to the zoo. They stopped Von Marlene’s habitat, and Skipper carried her to her bett and covered her up. She barely stirred the entire time.
Looking back to be sure he was alone, Skipper leaned in and whispered, “Sweet dreams, Marlene,” in her ear, to which Marlene curled into herself as if to say, “Just try and stop me.”
Skipper smiled and went back out to the car, where his men waited for him with ridiculous smiles on their faces. He pretended not to notice and got back in the car.
“She all tucked in?” Private asked with half a snigger.
Skipper smiled. “For lack of better words, yes. Let’s get to HQ and get some shut-eye.”
Sorry if it's not chapter five.
"Kowalski," sagte Skipper "were going to Dads house."
"Is that bad?" asked Kowalski anxiously.
Skipper nodded.
***
They arrived at a large house. It had a sign on the door that sagte TO BE CONTINUED
Sorry I'm sick of Schreiben right now. I need to make this longer.
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"Kowalski," sagte Skipper "were going to Dads house."
"Is that bad?" asked Kowalski anxiously.
Skipper nodded.
***
They arrived at a large house. It had a sign on the door that sagte TO BE CONTINUED
Sorry I'm sick of Schreiben right now. I need to make this longer.
~~~,~~~~••••••••••• shaps. Du don't have to read this
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47 Vs. Rico
Fighting style: boxing, karate, Kung Fu
Weapons: Twin-Silver Ballars, anything he can find in the area
Description: A bald assain, trained highly in the ways of contract killing.
Rico
Fighting style: Karate
Weapons: What ever the heck is in his gut.
Description: A psychotic little pinguin who shows no regards towards the rules. But is controlling of his use of explosives.
Rico walks alone in Central Park no one is around little does he know a hit was placed on him and agent 47 was sent after him. 47 waits for Rico to come out into the open. 47 the hears a twig snap under Rico's foot, he draws out his silver ballers. As Rico hears 47 emerge from behind the baum he lets loose with a smoke bomb. As the smoke clears 47 is no where to be found. As Rico continues on his way a W2000 sniper gewehr goes off getting Rico in the chest. Victory goes to 47.
"Ew," Rico said.
Skipper ran over and hugged her. "I missed you," he said.
Abigail pushed him.
Skipper fell on Rico. "Ew," Rico said.
Private said, "I'm confused. Can somebody tell me what's going on?"
Abigail said, "Skipper's my brother and Kowalski's my boyfriend."
"Why does Rico keep saying ew?" Private asked.
Rico sagte "ew" again.
"I have no idea," Abigail said.
Julien ran over and asked Abigail to marry him. Abigail pushed him into the pool.
Mort ran over and grabbed Julien's feet, and then they both fell in the pool. Then Skipper had to pull them out.
"Is that a yes?" Julien asked Abigail.
"No," Abigail said.
Julien started crying and walked stupidly away.
Kowalski went over and asked Abigail to marry him.
Abigail nodded.
"Ew," Rico said.
