After watching Driven to the Brink, I NEEDED to write this. Enjoy!
Skipper walked through the dark zoo alone. It was well after midnight. He was tired after a long araw of training, but he had to make sure the rest of the team was asleep. Especially Kowalski.
"Doris!" He whispered, "I'm here!" A head poked out of the dolpin tank. Doris looked around, clearly nervous. "Are you alone?" she asked. Skipper nodded.
Doris looked relieved. "Remember, we can't let ANYONE know about this. They could tell Kowalski!"
"No one will know," Skipper promised.
"Are you sure we're doing the right thing here? I hate keeping secrets!"
"I know, I feel that way too. But it's for Kowalski's own good!" Skipper told her, "Imagine what it would be like if he found out!"
"I guess you're right," Doris sighed, "So...are you ready?"
"Yes. I found this spot in the park that would be just perfect," Then Skipper smiled, "This is going to be Kowalski's best birthday ever!"
Did I surprise you? Yeah, I know this is short.
Skipper walked through the dark zoo alone. It was well after midnight. He was tired after a long araw of training, but he had to make sure the rest of the team was asleep. Especially Kowalski.
"Doris!" He whispered, "I'm here!" A head poked out of the dolpin tank. Doris looked around, clearly nervous. "Are you alone?" she asked. Skipper nodded.
Doris looked relieved. "Remember, we can't let ANYONE know about this. They could tell Kowalski!"
"No one will know," Skipper promised.
"Are you sure we're doing the right thing here? I hate keeping secrets!"
"I know, I feel that way too. But it's for Kowalski's own good!" Skipper told her, "Imagine what it would be like if he found out!"
"I guess you're right," Doris sighed, "So...are you ready?"
"Yes. I found this spot in the park that would be just perfect," Then Skipper smiled, "This is going to be Kowalski's best birthday ever!"
Did I surprise you? Yeah, I know this is short.
a tribute to ibong dagat of Madagascar
please comment it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
ibong dagat of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
sumali together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I pag-ibig them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live ibong dagat of Madagascar
You will never be forgotten
please comment it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
ibong dagat of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
sumali together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I pag-ibig them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live ibong dagat of Madagascar
You will never be forgotten
This is my first tagahanga fiction. Hope you enjoy it! Oh, and if you were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my tahanan could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt or a grocery store. Still, the only good pagkain I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The pader belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my tahanan could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt or a grocery store. Still, the only good pagkain I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The pader belonged to the Central Park Zoo!