(The penguins are enjoying a lovely, peaceful day at the zoo, getting bad cases of sunburn without mercy.)
Kowalski: I think I’m getting a cloud burn, Skipper.
Skipper: Right, and can’t you see my bad case of moon burn? Seriously, man, there isn’t a cloud in the sky.
Private: It doesn’t matter. I have a sky burn. What can you do for something like that?
Skipper(threateningly): Whack some sense into yourselves or I will do it for you. Actually, Rico, pass me the sky block. SPF 15, soldier. I do like to keep a decent figure.
Rico coughs up the sky block, moon block, and even the cloud block for everyone to devour. The penguins could have done this forever if the zookeeper, Alice, wouldn’t have walked by. She saw the roasty toasty penguins and immediately pulls out a walky talky.
Alice: We have a bad case of sky burn! Code blue! Code blue! Make it a triple A! Looks like some moon burn on the flat-headed one! They need to go to the doctor immediately.
Kowalski: Judging by the shouting I would say she forgot to pay the phone bill again. That or she plans on taking us to the doctor. Eh, Skipper?
(no reply)
Private: Where is Skipper?
The cloudburned penguins look around for their leader only to find that it was only the three of them. They are even more alarmed to see Alice coming closer, prepared to grab them. Oh well. It was just the doctor. And this cloud burn was chafing. So they were grabbed without trouble. No problem.
Alice: I thought there were four of you. Where is the moon burned one?
Skipper is shuffling along, using a bush for cover. Nothing suspicious about a walking bush. “Skipper’s blog: They are onto me. And the team was made POW’s. I move out full force under the cover of a hosta, and man, this moon burn is chafy. Rico, moon block!
(no reply. Well, no ‘buttons’ or the sound of someone hacking their guts out)
Skipper: No dice. Looks like I’m flying solo. Kowalski, analysis!
(no sounds of buttons on a calculator being pushed or pencil scribbling on paper.)
Skipper: Skipper’s blog: This could be dangerous. Some may not make it alive. It will be risky.
Skipper makes a run for the north entrance, keeping the bush cover to avoid sky burn. He is almost there when Alice sets off the alarm.
Alice: We got a runner! Code 12! Code 12!
Skipper: Blast. They’re onto me. Evasive maneuvers. Abort! Abort! Dive, dive, dive! (toboggans for it then dives behind a “This way to the penguins” sign.) Skipper’s blog: If anyone asks I’m a lamp-post. (Suddenly hands grab Skipper firmly around the body.
Skipper: Evasive maneuvers! Retreat! Retreat! I’m not going down like this! I want to live! I want to live! AHHHHH!
Kowalski: I think I’m getting a cloud burn, Skipper.
Skipper: Right, and can’t you see my bad case of moon burn? Seriously, man, there isn’t a cloud in the sky.
Private: It doesn’t matter. I have a sky burn. What can you do for something like that?
Skipper(threateningly): Whack some sense into yourselves or I will do it for you. Actually, Rico, pass me the sky block. SPF 15, soldier. I do like to keep a decent figure.
Rico coughs up the sky block, moon block, and even the cloud block for everyone to devour. The penguins could have done this forever if the zookeeper, Alice, wouldn’t have walked by. She saw the roasty toasty penguins and immediately pulls out a walky talky.
Alice: We have a bad case of sky burn! Code blue! Code blue! Make it a triple A! Looks like some moon burn on the flat-headed one! They need to go to the doctor immediately.
Kowalski: Judging by the shouting I would say she forgot to pay the phone bill again. That or she plans on taking us to the doctor. Eh, Skipper?
(no reply)
Private: Where is Skipper?
The cloudburned penguins look around for their leader only to find that it was only the three of them. They are even more alarmed to see Alice coming closer, prepared to grab them. Oh well. It was just the doctor. And this cloud burn was chafing. So they were grabbed without trouble. No problem.
Alice: I thought there were four of you. Where is the moon burned one?
Skipper is shuffling along, using a bush for cover. Nothing suspicious about a walking bush. “Skipper’s blog: They are onto me. And the team was made POW’s. I move out full force under the cover of a hosta, and man, this moon burn is chafy. Rico, moon block!
(no reply. Well, no ‘buttons’ or the sound of someone hacking their guts out)
Skipper: No dice. Looks like I’m flying solo. Kowalski, analysis!
(no sounds of buttons on a calculator being pushed or pencil scribbling on paper.)
Skipper: Skipper’s blog: This could be dangerous. Some may not make it alive. It will be risky.
Skipper makes a run for the north entrance, keeping the bush cover to avoid sky burn. He is almost there when Alice sets off the alarm.
Alice: We got a runner! Code 12! Code 12!
Skipper: Blast. They’re onto me. Evasive maneuvers. Abort! Abort! Dive, dive, dive! (toboggans for it then dives behind a “This way to the penguins” sign.) Skipper’s blog: If anyone asks I’m a lamp-post. (Suddenly hands grab Skipper firmly around the body.
Skipper: Evasive maneuvers! Retreat! Retreat! I’m not going down like this! I want to live! I want to live! AHHHHH!
"No" said Skipper, "why would that help?" He crumpled the paper. "Wait!" He said.
"What?!" asked Private.
"I know what happend!"
Abigail's past 1st person
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I could hardly see through the tears. "Skipper!" I cried, pulling away from my mother. I ran after Skipper and my unfaimiliar father. I knew I could save my younger brother. After all dad wanted both of us. Our parents had divorced right after Skipper was born. Our mom got both of us and ever since then our dad wanted one of us.
It's my bedtime now I'll write more later.
"What?!" asked Private.
"I know what happend!"
Abigail's past 1st person
......................................................................................................
I could hardly see through the tears. "Skipper!" I cried, pulling away from my mother. I ran after Skipper and my unfaimiliar father. I knew I could save my younger brother. After all dad wanted both of us. Our parents had divorced right after Skipper was born. Our mom got both of us and ever since then our dad wanted one of us.
It's my bedtime now I'll write more later.