No Time 07.14.16
“Maurice!” Julien cried from his throne.
Maurice trudged up to him, not even trying to hide his contempt. “Yes, your majesty?”
“I need another smoothie,” Julien said, propping his head up with one paw while rubbing his chest with the other. He coughed and wheezed. “I can feel my time approaching . . . so make it with extra mangga for the extra sweet-y-ness-ness . . .”
Maurice rolled his eyes. “You sinabi your time was approaching two days ago,” he said.
“Well, how should I know, Maurice? I am not Clair’s Voyage!” Julien sinabi before coughing again.
“It’s clairvoyant . . .” Maurice grumbled under his breath as he approached the blender.
“Maurice?” Mort called softly as Maurice proceeded to make a smoothie.
“Yes, Mort?” Maurice sighed.
“What are we going to do when King Julien is” — Mort gasped — “the d-word?” he asked as he gripped his tail and whimpered.
Maurice rolled his eyes. “Mort, he’s not gonna die,” he said, dropping another mangga into the mixer.
“But, Maurice, he’s so sick!” Mort cried softly. “Do you think there’s a cure?”
Maurice groaned under his breath again. “No, there’s no cure, but it’ll pass.”
Mort sniffled. “How do you know?” he asked, on the verge of crying.
Maurice sighed impatiently. “Because he doesn’t have a life-threatening illness,” he insisted.
Mort gripped his tail tighter. “Then what is it? What makes him cough and sneeze and wheeze so much? If it has no cure then how will he be healed?” he asked, whimpering.
“Maurice!” Julien cried from the throne, his voice even madami nasally when he yelled. “What is taking so long with my smoothie? I could be dead before you come back!”
Correction, Maurice thought, you’ll be dead when I come back . . .
He turned the blender on and turned to Mort. “Look, Mort. I promise you, Julien will be fine. He’s just being a drama king. Why don’t you go score some madami cough syrup from the zoo hospital, hm?”
Mort looked over at Julien, who was writhing in his throne, and winced. “Okay,” he sinabi before hurrying off.
Switching off the blender, Maurice returned to Julien with his smoothie. “Here you are, King Julien,” he said, handing up the smoothie.
Julien sniffed. “It’s about time,” he sinabi impatiently. “I thought I saw a light for a minuto there.”
Maurice rolled his eyes. He swore he was getting close to being able to see his brain back there. “That’s because you stared at the sun for ten minutos and now your seeing spots.”
“Oh,” Julien cried out after a sip of the smoothie, “so now your some kind of doctor, hm? What do you know?” he said, sipping some madami of his smoothie.
“No, but it doesn’t take one,” Maurice argued under his breath.
“Hey, lower mammal!”
Maurice turned as Skipper and the penguins hopped over their pader carrying Mort. “You wanna explain why Sad Eyes was trying to break into the zoo hospital sa pamamagitan ng digging under the wall?” Skipper asked, holding up the small lemur.
Maurice slapped his palm to his forehead. After taking a moment to gather himself, he looked back up. “He was supposed to be getting some cough syrup for our terminal king,” he mumbled.
“Terminal?” Kowalski inquired. “What on earth does he have?”
Julien writhed in his trono again. “A ghastly disease! A disease to end all diseases! An illness most fatal! I may not live to see another sunrise!” he cried, dramatically holding his arm up and looking into the sky.
Maurice took a deep breath. “What he means is . . . a cold. He has a cold.”
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“Maurice!” Julien cried from his throne.
Maurice trudged up to him, not even trying to hide his contempt. “Yes, your majesty?”
“I need another smoothie,” Julien said, propping his head up with one paw while rubbing his chest with the other. He coughed and wheezed. “I can feel my time approaching . . . so make it with extra mangga for the extra sweet-y-ness-ness . . .”
Maurice rolled his eyes. “You sinabi your time was approaching two days ago,” he said.
“Well, how should I know, Maurice? I am not Clair’s Voyage!” Julien sinabi before coughing again.
“It’s clairvoyant . . .” Maurice grumbled under his breath as he approached the blender.
“Maurice?” Mort called softly as Maurice proceeded to make a smoothie.
“Yes, Mort?” Maurice sighed.
“What are we going to do when King Julien is” — Mort gasped — “the d-word?” he asked as he gripped his tail and whimpered.
Maurice rolled his eyes. “Mort, he’s not gonna die,” he said, dropping another mangga into the mixer.
“But, Maurice, he’s so sick!” Mort cried softly. “Do you think there’s a cure?”
Maurice groaned under his breath again. “No, there’s no cure, but it’ll pass.”
Mort sniffled. “How do you know?” he asked, on the verge of crying.
Maurice sighed impatiently. “Because he doesn’t have a life-threatening illness,” he insisted.
Mort gripped his tail tighter. “Then what is it? What makes him cough and sneeze and wheeze so much? If it has no cure then how will he be healed?” he asked, whimpering.
“Maurice!” Julien cried from the throne, his voice even madami nasally when he yelled. “What is taking so long with my smoothie? I could be dead before you come back!”
Correction, Maurice thought, you’ll be dead when I come back . . .
He turned the blender on and turned to Mort. “Look, Mort. I promise you, Julien will be fine. He’s just being a drama king. Why don’t you go score some madami cough syrup from the zoo hospital, hm?”
Mort looked over at Julien, who was writhing in his throne, and winced. “Okay,” he sinabi before hurrying off.
Switching off the blender, Maurice returned to Julien with his smoothie. “Here you are, King Julien,” he said, handing up the smoothie.
Julien sniffed. “It’s about time,” he sinabi impatiently. “I thought I saw a light for a minuto there.”
Maurice rolled his eyes. He swore he was getting close to being able to see his brain back there. “That’s because you stared at the sun for ten minutos and now your seeing spots.”
“Oh,” Julien cried out after a sip of the smoothie, “so now your some kind of doctor, hm? What do you know?” he said, sipping some madami of his smoothie.
“No, but it doesn’t take one,” Maurice argued under his breath.
“Hey, lower mammal!”
Maurice turned as Skipper and the penguins hopped over their pader carrying Mort. “You wanna explain why Sad Eyes was trying to break into the zoo hospital sa pamamagitan ng digging under the wall?” Skipper asked, holding up the small lemur.
Maurice slapped his palm to his forehead. After taking a moment to gather himself, he looked back up. “He was supposed to be getting some cough syrup for our terminal king,” he mumbled.
“Terminal?” Kowalski inquired. “What on earth does he have?”
Julien writhed in his trono again. “A ghastly disease! A disease to end all diseases! An illness most fatal! I may not live to see another sunrise!” he cried, dramatically holding his arm up and looking into the sky.
Maurice took a deep breath. “What he means is . . . a cold. He has a cold.”
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if manfredi and Johnson were still alive I think it would go like this.....
manfredi: ATENTION MEN, TODAY IS THE 4TH ANIVERSARY OF THE araw SKIPPER AND KOWALSKI MET THEIR FATE IN THAT araw SPA INCIDENT,
private; I thought it was something to do with a whale?
rico:blaugh blagga blappo flying pirhanas
Johnson: I was told pag-ibig potion #37
benny(new recruit):a talent ipakita gone wrong with chinese lanterns?
skippers ghost (DUN dun DUUUUN):NO it was all manfredis fault, he (manfredi sucks him up with vaccum)
kowalskis ghost: as skipper was saying we were in manila when(manfredi drops ligtas on him)
skippers ghost(escaping from vaccum): trust me skipper what could go wrong he said...(vaccum is thrown out of window)
kowalskis ghost (stepping out of safe): and then the elepante foot went off and the manillan border patrol...(is aslo thrown out window)
(manfredi grabs ligtas and grenade and throws both out window
BOOOOOM
all stare at manfredi then take a step back....
manfredi: ATENTION MEN, TODAY IS THE 4TH ANIVERSARY OF THE araw SKIPPER AND KOWALSKI MET THEIR FATE IN THAT araw SPA INCIDENT,
private; I thought it was something to do with a whale?
rico:blaugh blagga blappo flying pirhanas
Johnson: I was told pag-ibig potion #37
benny(new recruit):a talent ipakita gone wrong with chinese lanterns?
skippers ghost (DUN dun DUUUUN):NO it was all manfredis fault, he (manfredi sucks him up with vaccum)
kowalskis ghost: as skipper was saying we were in manila when(manfredi drops ligtas on him)
skippers ghost(escaping from vaccum): trust me skipper what could go wrong he said...(vaccum is thrown out of window)
kowalskis ghost (stepping out of safe): and then the elepante foot went off and the manillan border patrol...(is aslo thrown out window)
(manfredi grabs ligtas and grenade and throws both out window
BOOOOOM
all stare at manfredi then take a step back....
Sorry if it's not chapter five.
"Kowalski," sinabi 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 sinabi TO BE CONTINUED
Sorry I'm sick of Pagsulat right now. I need to make this longer.
~~~,~~~~••••••••••• shaps. You don't have to read this
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"Kowalski," sinabi 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 sinabi TO BE CONTINUED
Sorry I'm sick of Pagsulat right now. I need to make this longer.
~~~,~~~~••••••••••• shaps. You don't have to read this
Qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm1234567890-/:;()$&@".,?!'[]{}#%^*+=_\|~<>€£¥•.,?!'