This may be just a one-shot...IDK? XD
It was a hot summers Tag in centeral park zoo, all the Tiere were either swimming oder catching a tan.
Kowalski was fiddilng with some new chemicals he had taken (or "borrowed") from a nearby lab. Skipper groaned as he waddled into the room, he had had a restless night's sleep and had red eyes and his night kappe was still on.
P:Whats wrong Skippa?
S:*turns around swiftly* Your LUNACORN!
P:Wa?? Wa bout my Lunacorn?
S:It glows!!! IN THE DARK!!
P: So? I dont see the problem?
S:Its fancy glow keeps me up all night! I have been trained to keep a schnell, swift eye out for any danger! And your dolly doesnt help!!
P:Im sorry Skipper! Princess self-respectra honestly didnt mean it!!
Private clutched the doll close to his chest. "Please dont Skipper!" Skipper frowned, he had had enough. Skipper leaped towards Private and tried to grab the lunacorn. But Private held on for dear life, he just closed his eyes and gripped on.
S:GIVE ME THE LUNACORN!
P:NEVER!!!!
Skipper gripped on the horn and pulled, Private held onto the body and pulled. "STOP!! It wont be able to hold all the!..." Kowalski's sentence was interrupted Von the sound of plastic popping apart. Skipper fell backwards and let go of the head. it flew across the room and smashed into the TV screen. An explosion sounded off, and then the room was deathly silent.
After the smoke cleared, Private held onto the body of the lunacorn and slowly made way to the now shattered TV. He stuck his head into the shell of the TV, he moved some glass and gasped in horror. He pulled out the head of the lunacorn, the plastic had survived, but the eyes has melted. Private began hiperventalating.
K:Private!! calm down! deep breaths!
P:Princess self-respectra is...is...
R:*pretends to die* AGG! AHHH!!!!
K:Its ok Private, we can fix her
Private looked up at Skipper, fury and hurt filled the little penguins eyes. He pushed Kowalski aside and walked over to Skipper, who had a poker-face.
P:YOU!! you...Little... BAD-TEMPERED, SELFISH, MEAN and TERRIBLE LEADER!!! Look what Du have done!!! WHAT kind of a Skipper are you? A FAKE ONE!? Why did Du do this!! Du are so...SO!! SELFISH!!!
Skipper remained silent, suddenly his face broke down into a broken-hearted and regretful look. Private didnt care, Skipper knew how important the toy was to him. He turned around and walked out of the HQ, mumbelling to himself. Skipper looked at the two halfs of the toy on the ground, he looked up to Rico and Kowalski, who were shocked with what had just happened. Skipper picked up the two pieces of the toy. He didnt know what to do...Suddenly an idea came to mind...He knew how to fix it, but was worried what the consequences would be...
Skipper waddled out of the habitat. He was just wondering how to get to his destination, and how he could bribe her into helping him. Suddenly Julian popped out of nowhere and smiled.
J:Why HELLO there penguin!
S:Not now ringtail...
J:What is that Du are carrying?
S:Nothing
J:Yes it is!!! Then why can i be seeing it with my eyes?
S:Fine, its Privates...It was a accident
J: Hmmm...Know who must be bringin that mess to? My old friend Rose! She can be helping you!
S:YOU know Rose?
J: Yah! But of course, how can a king not be knowing of a gypsy who helped to make my crown!
S:Do Du know where to find her?
K:Park, in the place where no-one is to be going anymore
S:Thank's ringtail...
J:No problem mister Penguin! Now where is my tip?
S:*sigh* Goodbye...
Skipper walked out of the zoo, about an Stunde later he waddled into the thick, dirty and spooky part of the park where gangsters and outsiders ruled. He remembered coming here often... The smell of cigaretts, beer, trash and sweat was overwhelming. He carried on walking, narrowly missing some skateboarders along the way.
He finally came across a old wagon. It was purple, he was almost sure of it. The paint on the wagon was peeling off, the wood was rotting along with the blume pots and load of garbage Weiter to the wagon. Skulls, garlic, chillies and many other strange spices and objects he didnt recognise hung from the frame of the outside of the wagon. He took a deep braeth and stepped into the door. The smell of incense and spices made him want to faint. A old women on a rocking-chair was puffing on a pipe, she turned to Skipper and smiled.
R/W: Hello Skipper, long time no see?
S:Hey Rose...Nice to see Du to
It was a hot summers Tag in centeral park zoo, all the Tiere were either swimming oder catching a tan.
Kowalski was fiddilng with some new chemicals he had taken (or "borrowed") from a nearby lab. Skipper groaned as he waddled into the room, he had had a restless night's sleep and had red eyes and his night kappe was still on.
P:Whats wrong Skippa?
S:*turns around swiftly* Your LUNACORN!
P:Wa?? Wa bout my Lunacorn?
S:It glows!!! IN THE DARK!!
P: So? I dont see the problem?
S:Its fancy glow keeps me up all night! I have been trained to keep a schnell, swift eye out for any danger! And your dolly doesnt help!!
P:Im sorry Skipper! Princess self-respectra honestly didnt mean it!!
Private clutched the doll close to his chest. "Please dont Skipper!" Skipper frowned, he had had enough. Skipper leaped towards Private and tried to grab the lunacorn. But Private held on for dear life, he just closed his eyes and gripped on.
S:GIVE ME THE LUNACORN!
P:NEVER!!!!
Skipper gripped on the horn and pulled, Private held onto the body and pulled. "STOP!! It wont be able to hold all the!..." Kowalski's sentence was interrupted Von the sound of plastic popping apart. Skipper fell backwards and let go of the head. it flew across the room and smashed into the TV screen. An explosion sounded off, and then the room was deathly silent.
After the smoke cleared, Private held onto the body of the lunacorn and slowly made way to the now shattered TV. He stuck his head into the shell of the TV, he moved some glass and gasped in horror. He pulled out the head of the lunacorn, the plastic had survived, but the eyes has melted. Private began hiperventalating.
K:Private!! calm down! deep breaths!
P:Princess self-respectra is...is...
R:*pretends to die* AGG! AHHH!!!!
K:Its ok Private, we can fix her
Private looked up at Skipper, fury and hurt filled the little penguins eyes. He pushed Kowalski aside and walked over to Skipper, who had a poker-face.
P:YOU!! you...Little... BAD-TEMPERED, SELFISH, MEAN and TERRIBLE LEADER!!! Look what Du have done!!! WHAT kind of a Skipper are you? A FAKE ONE!? Why did Du do this!! Du are so...SO!! SELFISH!!!
Skipper remained silent, suddenly his face broke down into a broken-hearted and regretful look. Private didnt care, Skipper knew how important the toy was to him. He turned around and walked out of the HQ, mumbelling to himself. Skipper looked at the two halfs of the toy on the ground, he looked up to Rico and Kowalski, who were shocked with what had just happened. Skipper picked up the two pieces of the toy. He didnt know what to do...Suddenly an idea came to mind...He knew how to fix it, but was worried what the consequences would be...
Skipper waddled out of the habitat. He was just wondering how to get to his destination, and how he could bribe her into helping him. Suddenly Julian popped out of nowhere and smiled.
J:Why HELLO there penguin!
S:Not now ringtail...
J:What is that Du are carrying?
S:Nothing
J:Yes it is!!! Then why can i be seeing it with my eyes?
S:Fine, its Privates...It was a accident
J: Hmmm...Know who must be bringin that mess to? My old friend Rose! She can be helping you!
S:YOU know Rose?
J: Yah! But of course, how can a king not be knowing of a gypsy who helped to make my crown!
S:Do Du know where to find her?
K:Park, in the place where no-one is to be going anymore
S:Thank's ringtail...
J:No problem mister Penguin! Now where is my tip?
S:*sigh* Goodbye...
Skipper walked out of the zoo, about an Stunde later he waddled into the thick, dirty and spooky part of the park where gangsters and outsiders ruled. He remembered coming here often... The smell of cigaretts, beer, trash and sweat was overwhelming. He carried on walking, narrowly missing some skateboarders along the way.
He finally came across a old wagon. It was purple, he was almost sure of it. The paint on the wagon was peeling off, the wood was rotting along with the blume pots and load of garbage Weiter to the wagon. Skulls, garlic, chillies and many other strange spices and objects he didnt recognise hung from the frame of the outside of the wagon. He took a deep braeth and stepped into the door. The smell of incense and spices made him want to faint. A old women on a rocking-chair was puffing on a pipe, she turned to Skipper and smiled.
R/W: Hello Skipper, long time no see?
S:Hey Rose...Nice to see Du to
