Kowalski stormed into his lab. Skipper walked up to Private. "Just let him cool off. He's wouldn't hold a grudge on this for too long. How about we go for snow cones?" Private smiled. "Can I bring one for Kowalski? Du know...as a sorry?" Private asked his commanding officer. Skipper patted his back. "Sure." Rico, Skipper, and Private then left the lab for snow cones. They didn't even notice the intense purple glow coming from under the lab door as the left.
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Private went to Kowalski's lab, snow cone in hand, and knocked. There was no reply. He spoke as he opened the door himself. "Look Kowalski I know Du still can't be ma--" He froze when he looked in the lab. His eyes widened. His beak fell open. His herz began racing. The snow cone fell from his flipper. "KOWALSKI!" He cried. Kowalski was barely conscious. He was lying on the ground...he was muttering something...something that couldn't quite be made out.
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The penguins were racing through the dark streets of New York. Riots had broken out everywhere. It was as if the loss of power seemed to make everyone go mad. "We're almost there!" Skipper shouted to his team.
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Locked in the cell...Skipper had to think very carefully. Gah...This is normally when I'd ask Kowalski for options... Skipper thought. He looked over to his confused soldier. He walked over to his men. "OK boys. I've been thinking. There's only one thing that can get Kowalski his memory back. There has to be a memory in his brain that was just too strong to be wiped out." Skipper told them. Rico and Private looked at the frightened Kowalski. "How do we do that Skipper?" Private asked. "I don't know Private. That's why we need to put our heads together. Kowalski needs us. And so does New York."
Finding the Light
Coming Soon :)
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Private went to Kowalski's lab, snow cone in hand, and knocked. There was no reply. He spoke as he opened the door himself. "Look Kowalski I know Du still can't be ma--" He froze when he looked in the lab. His eyes widened. His beak fell open. His herz began racing. The snow cone fell from his flipper. "KOWALSKI!" He cried. Kowalski was barely conscious. He was lying on the ground...he was muttering something...something that couldn't quite be made out.
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The penguins were racing through the dark streets of New York. Riots had broken out everywhere. It was as if the loss of power seemed to make everyone go mad. "We're almost there!" Skipper shouted to his team.
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Locked in the cell...Skipper had to think very carefully. Gah...This is normally when I'd ask Kowalski for options... Skipper thought. He looked over to his confused soldier. He walked over to his men. "OK boys. I've been thinking. There's only one thing that can get Kowalski his memory back. There has to be a memory in his brain that was just too strong to be wiped out." Skipper told them. Rico and Private looked at the frightened Kowalski. "How do we do that Skipper?" Private asked. "I don't know Private. That's why we need to put our heads together. Kowalski needs us. And so does New York."
Finding the Light
Coming Soon :)
Fighting styles: Hapkido, Pi Gua
Weapons: Bloody spear, Ninja sword
Abilities:can manipulate feuer to his will
Description: A reserected, heartless, ninja with an Unkown background. Nothing and no one can beat him.
Private
Fighting styles: karate
Weapons: none
Abilities: hyper cute
Description: The youngest and cutest of team pinguin also with little known about his background other than he played mini golf. Can use his hyper cute to stun anything, except for his foe.
Private and skorpion enter the ring. Private starts off with the hyper cute but is ineffective against Scorpion. Slowly skorpion gets his Bloody Spear ready. Then he shouts "Get over here" and sends the Bloody Spear at Private. With Sekunden hesitation skorpion pulls the bloody spear back with private on it. Victory is Scorpion's.