Julien..???

Private: Not that this taco doesn't look good, but that chunky bulette, fleischklöschen, frikadelle of hot sauce and soggy taco shell is kind of ruining my appetite.
Kowalski: Du sagte it. That is rather repulsive and nauseating. (gags with disgust)
Suddenly the taco jolts and flops out of the tray, leaving a soggy puddle on the once-clean table.
Private: AH! The taco moved. Did Du see that? Skipper's taco flopped onto the table!
Kowalski: That is proposterous. Tacos aren't alive, and they don't walk.
Private: It moved!
Rico hacks up a crowbar.
Private: I don't need to be put out of my misery. I am telling you. It's alive....

Love 01.19.15

There is a price to pay when it comes to “love.”

If anyone knows that, it’s me. No one truly knows how hard my job is. They think I make it look so easy. That’s because I have to bury my emotions to make the hard decisions. I have to feel nothing. I can’t cry, I can’t feel pain, and I most definitely can not let my anger alter my judgement.

Today, I Lost two good soldiers. Manfredi and Johnson, my brothers in arms. And I hold myself accountable.

What many people don’t realize is that war is a duty. The only real choice is whether Du accept it, and what Du fight for....

They all gasped as their minds finally grasped who the creature in front of their sub was. Leroy thought his herz was going to explode as he stared into the eyes of the shark. He was finding it increasingly hard to breathe, and the interior seemed to be growing smaller Von the minute. "Dexter," he breathed out.

Private shot a worried glance at the turtle. "Leroy? Are Du all right?"

Despite his best efforts, memories were being pushed to the front of his mind. Unwillingly, Leroy was reliving the terror he felt when Dexter had managed to kidnap him some years ago. Outside the sub, Dexter laughed...

"I have not any new information. At the moment they are simply doing training. The club is doing well. I think one of the members is almost on our side," I said.
"Okay then. Good work. Keep a close eye on them. Especially that Annabella and Ivy. I don't trust any of them neither should you," Dr. Blowhole said.
"Okay, this is agent Scar, signing out."
I shut down my Spycon and headed to my elevator. Great, my daily reports were done, and it was only noon. I still had time to hand out the remaining invitations! 
The doors opened and I stepped up and out. I took a short climb up the volcano. I scanned...

"Psst! Skipper! Get up," whispered Sky into his ear-hole whilst shaking him. After a few seconds, Skipper opened his eyes groggily and sat up to look at her. "Why the duce did Du wake me up SO early?" he asked, slipping out of bed. Sky grinned sheepishly, pulled out the back up calendar and pointed to the date. 'March 31st - April 7th, Prank Week' thought Skipper flatly. "Alright, I'm up. So what's the pranking agenda of the day?" quieried Skipper as he raised a nonexistent eyebrow.
"Ohhhhhh Skippy, THINK FAST!" shouted Emily, appearing in front of them with a rope wrapped around her webbed...

The Weiter thing Private knows, he is on the ground; at his mother's feet. Something laid on oben, nach oben of the little penguin. It has to be what had pushed him. It begins to get up.
It is Nigel! He lifts him into his fins.
"Private!" His mother cries, and hugs him tightly.
"There's no time! We need to get out of here!" Nigel says sternly. His voice had no emotion, except urgency. Private had never seen his uncle so serious. He was always so light-hearted and cheery. Goofy uncle Nigel, Private's mother's older brother.
They rush between people and their legs. Most scream, while some men shove through the...

Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock...

The clock read 2027 hours. Just four hours and thirty-three Minuten until October 31st, Halloween. The zoo was scheduled to be open for only half a Tag tomorrow. Children would come in little ghost, ghoul, and goblin costumes, poised to scare the living daylights out of the passerby's.

"Alright boys. What did we talk about?" Skipper asked his team in the HQ.

"Um..." Private began, but Skipper cut him off.

"Remember Private, I don't like it when Du start your sentences with 'Um'."

"Aye. Sorry Skipper."

"'s alright. Stay frosty. Now back to my question."...

In the New York jail, there have been criminals who have been expected to commit the crimes they have, whether it was stealing oder destroying property. Obviously, Cecil, Brick, and X were all in the jail, but the most unexpected criminal of all was Monique, and it wasn't even her fault.
A while ago, she caught Blowhole creating a chemical mixture illegally. Since he knew she was helping the police while not even being a cop, he injected her with the mixture a Minute before they came. Ever since, she's been beating people and places up and it got her where she is and, without her knowing, will...