“What is it, Kowalski?”
“According to my calculations,” sinabi Kowalski, scribbling something down on his clipboard, “it is an apple.”
“Right.”
Skipper thought for a while. “Hah!” he laughed. “You won’t get us that easily, you evil witch!”
“Um, Skipper?” asked Private.
Skipper looked at the youngest penguin. “What is it, Private?”
“If you don’t mind me asking,” sinabi Private. “Well I was wondering—”
“Spit it out, soldier.”
“Well, what does an evil witch have to do with the apple?”
Skipper shook his head. “Young Private, I see you have forgotten the story about Manfredi and Johnson when they fell for the poisoned apple.”
“Isn’t that Snow White?”
“You’re confusing your stories, Private.”
“Actually, Skipper,” interrupted Kowalski, “my calculations ipakita that it came from the lemur habitat.”
“Oh, well, in that case, Rico.”
Rico picked up the mansanas and threw it at the lemur habitat. “Nice throw, Rico!” sinabi Private.
“Come on, men. It is time to sort out some files,” ordered Skipper, leading the way into the HQ.
The other penguins groaned quietly but followed their leader down.
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Julien shook his booty to the rhythm of the music. “And a one, and a two,” he mumbled.
Then, he heard a swishing sound. “Huh?” He looked up just in time to see an mansanas heading straight for him.
Bam! “Ow!” cried the lemur king. “Maurice! Mort!”
His subjects came running in. “Your majesty! What happened?” panted Maurice, seeing his king on the ground.
“This,” sinabi Julien, picking up the apple, “is what has been going on! Who dares throw prutas at the royal me?”
Maurice raised a brow. “You haven’t sa pamamagitan ng any chance offended the sky spirits, have you?”
“Me? Pft. Of course not,” replied the other lemur. “The sky spirits pag-ibig me!”
Mort inched closer to the feet as his king continued talking. “Besides, why would they be giving me the apples? I already have a pile!”
He turned around swiftly, accidentally knocking Mort into the pile of apples beside his throne. “Mort!” he yelled. “How dare you touch the royal apples?”
As he stormed over to the mouse lemur, his swishing tail pushed the mansanas over and on to the bouncy house, where the mansanas bounced away. Julien turned back. “Uh, who is the one who has taken my fruit?”
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Bada picked up the mansanas from the ground. “Yo, Bing. Want an apple?”
Bing came over. “You know we don’t like the apples. The bananas are the best.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Bada threw the mansanas away from their habitat. “Yo, Bing,” he called again. “Want a banana?”
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Marlene stretched and shook the water droplets from her slick, wet fur. “Nothing to start off the araw like a morning swim,” she stated.
She spotted the apple. “Huh? What’s this?”
Picking it up, she looked around. The hayop ng oter shrugged and took a bite out of the apple. “An mansanas a araw keeps the doctor away.”