A/N: *These poems may/may not seem like mga tula and madami like responses, but what do you expect….penguins' wrote it, lol. XD
Also, each chapter will be a poem written in the characters own P.O.V. [Point Of View] and as IF they, THEMSELVES, knew how to read and write decent poems in their own 'PenguinWay', and the text inbetween these text characters [EXAMPLE: / ... /] are additional side comments that will be provided sa pamamagitan ng The Penguins—for humorous reasons...because there is plot behind these poems...[To Sum Up. Private thought it'd be an excellant idea that each member of the ibong dagat Team write a poem to the best of their abilities, which should allow them to get to know one another better than before]...if sa pamamagitan ng any chance the comments made sa pamamagitan ng the Penguins irratates any reader, then let me know, and I'll replace it with a poem with no side comments just strictly poetry.) XD *
Disclaimer: I am sure everyone knows that I do not own these characters or the show. I may have changed each character's purpose from the series sa pamamagitan ng accident and purposely, but its close enough to what I think is what the character would have said; plus, that's why they call this type of article, FanFiction.
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I AM, Kowalski, 'The Options Guy'.
I WONDER…about numerous theories and tanong that have vexed the universe of both common man and philosophers alike, especially if it is not scientifically proven yet….
/ K: "Hm…like does Doris , the Dolphin, really only like me as a friend…perhaps she might even 'lo-?" /.
/ S: *sighs* "You poor naïve soldier". /.
/ K: "Uh-Sir? Wha-" /.
/ S: "…of-course she only likes you as a friend, Kowalski. What madami do you want?" /.
/ K: *sadly looks to the ground in a defeated manner*
/ S: "Oh, Kowalski, *pats his back* there's no room in a soldier's life for 'love'. Take Kitka for example…she estola my heart, and I almost Nawawala sight of our goals as a team." /.
/ K: *still sadly looks to the ground in a defeated manner, but then looks up in a devious grin* "I understand Skipper, but only time will tell…so, we'll soon see if you're correct."
/ S: *gave Kowalski the infamous PenguinEyebrows and shrugged his soldiers and left his Lieutenant for the moment* /.
I HEAR…my team asking me for my intellectual output when the situation calls for it.
I SEE…the countless options that I have drawn onto my clipboard to be used for future missions or for certain situations.
I WANT…*hugh smile* Candy! CANDY! CAANDDDY! *clears his throat* …oooor also known as 'The Forbidden Fruit-Flavored Food' *satisfied smile*.
I AM, Kowalski.
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I PRETEND…to know just about everything, but honestly—or madami accurately—75.9% of the time, I don't have a clue of what I'm doing or if my plans would work….but many times, it has been scientifically-proven that I, Kowalski, am a GREAT Theoretician, and as such, I am an expert, who theorizes in art, science, et cetera...I am excellant at analyzing situations and predicting what would happen; so I just work around my numerous hypotheses and/or theories, which usually turns out to be correct; so, theoretically, it would turn out I am 24.1% of the time, correct and with those odds, I have no need to doubt myself; so, I have every right to be confident in my abilities. *smirks arrogantly*
I FEEL…that I have a substantially above-average intelligence (but I don't like to brag)
/ K: "Or does that not count as feeling or emotion. Hm…I should check on that later…" /.
I TOUCH…my options pad almost all day, everyday, and basically all-the-time to take notes down (for future use) and to keep track of things (that needs to be tracked) about things that might be important for future use.
I WORRY…about those closest to me, but I am always prepared for the worst; so, I don't need to worry …ALWAYS PREPARED BABY!
I CRY …when someone is able to express their own feelings so beautifully that it's like mga tula *sniffs*
*SMACK upside the head sa pamamagitan ng Skipper, who was walking sa pamamagitan ng again to see what else he wrote*
/ K:"Skipper, what are you—You're not supposed to be pagbaba this?" *rubs his beak thinking about just why is Skipper spying on him* "Well, frankly, I didn't know you could read—uh…"./
/ S:*death glare* /
/ K:"I-I-I mean, I NEVER CRY 'CAUSE MACHO-MANLY-MAN-MACHEESEBALLS DON'T KNOW THAT MEANING OF THE WORD 'CRY'….heh." /
/ S:*smiles and nods in approval but doesn't leave this time* /
I AM, Kowalski.
*Kowalski looks at Skipper and notices that he doesn't even try to leave this time, and with a roll with his eyes he continue on with his poem as if pretending that Skipper's presence was oblivious to him.*
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I UNDERSTAND…that 'MATH & SCIENCE' are a universal language.
I SAY… "PlutoniumFueled-DNAmutating-Nature-abominating MONSTERmaker" (yes, the first word IS 'one word') are the two most sweetest words in the English language known to beast or man.
I DREAM…that someday I could have a van that's as cool as that deranged supercop, Officer X….it was just so 'wild and free' ….Mmm.
/ S:*frowns* "Geez, Kowalski, you're still not over that yet? It's just a van, man." /
/ K: "IT WASN'T JUST A VAN, Skipper! Oh, it was sooo much more…it had built-in lasers and the whole shebang. It could've been mine to tame." /
/ S:*still frowning, but surprised sa pamamagitan ng Kowalski's response* "What?" /
/ K: "Oh, nevermind…you can't understand how I feel." /
/ S:"IT's…A…VAN! Get a grip soldier! A van has no feelings…it doesn't care if you care and a van doesn't know if it's loved. It's made of metal and oil. Geez!" /
/ K: *frowns* "Skipper, this is MY poem, and I will write what I feel like. Besides, since you are having so much fun adding side commentary to my beautiful work of literary art, maybe I should check yours and scribble some comments too. Hmmm ." /
/ S:"Man, this isn't a poem; your just Pagsulat answers. Read mine, Now that is a work of literary art. " /
/ K: "AHAha…*laughs uncontrollably* ...haha...beautiful...literary art...haha…. *then noticing Skipper's death glare again, he clears his throat and rolls his eyes* Moving on…" /
I TRY…to always do my best, but I admit, I do tend to overanalyze situations…a bit.
/ S:"a bit? Seriously, read my poem. It's GREAT! A work of art like that can help you clean up this mess of a literary art you call a poem. " /
/ K: *groaned loudly out of frustration* /
/ S: *confused* "Whaaat?" /
/ K:*now he gave the death glare to Skipper, and his commanding officer responded* /
/ S: *apologetic "uh…Sorry…uh, carry on." /
I HOPE …to improve my fighting skills sa pamamagitan ng practicing to act on my survival instincts…even though, its STILL anatomically impossible to listen to my gut.
/ S: *frowns and slaps Kowalski* /
/ K: "Ow…What was that for?" /
/ S: "For doubting your gut. Keep practicing. I want to make sure my 2nd-in-command is as great a fighter as he is as a strategist." /
/ K: *confusely* "Um-, thank you...?" /
/ S: "Don't thank me, soldier. Thank your gut and that noggin' of yours…without them we'd be pasko Turkeys sa pamamagitan ng now." *leaves Kowalski alone now and goes to the Telly [T.V.]* /
/ R: "Yuum…-urky." *starts drooling on the Kowalski's poem* /
/ K: "Rico! What are you doing? Stop drooling on my—you-know-what nevermind. I knew Pagsulat poems was a bad idea. Now, Skipper's just gonna snoop at everyone's "literary work." Private's DEFINITELY gonna be getting an "I TOLD YOU SO" lecture from me that's for sure. /
/ R: "-klaming." *looks at Kowalski* /
/ K: "I'm not complaining. I just fail to see how this activity with bring us any closer as a team. In fact, I believe it's just gonna do the exact opposite and tear us apart…or *looks at Skipper* maybe a new form of mutiny. *devious grin and moving his trademark PenguinEyebrows to form a plan in his mind to get back at Skipper for pagbaba and making unnecessary side comments* "Anyway, Private seriously needs to stop watching that Dr. Phi-Baldy-Whatever Show. He's learning psychological techniques that is not proven sa pamamagitan ng anyone with a respective scientific mind; it's just a defective method that does not have evidence that 'writing poems will reveal personality traits and therefore, making us closer friends'. Am I right, Rico? *Rico already left since Kowalski started rambling on* Rico? Huh, I probably sound crazy talking to myself now…Hehehe. Yeah." /
I AM, 1st Lt. KOWALSKI, "Options Guy"…Serial Number eight-six-zero-niner-bravo-alpha-mega-niner [860-NBA-MN]
/ K: "…over and out."/
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XD "HOL-LA! Respect The Science!" XD
& Thanks for Reading! & Please Review!
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Also, each chapter will be a poem written in the characters own P.O.V. [Point Of View] and as IF they, THEMSELVES, knew how to read and write decent poems in their own 'PenguinWay', and the text inbetween these text characters [EXAMPLE: / ... /] are additional side comments that will be provided sa pamamagitan ng The Penguins—for humorous reasons...because there is plot behind these poems...[To Sum Up. Private thought it'd be an excellant idea that each member of the ibong dagat Team write a poem to the best of their abilities, which should allow them to get to know one another better than before]...if sa pamamagitan ng any chance the comments made sa pamamagitan ng the Penguins irratates any reader, then let me know, and I'll replace it with a poem with no side comments just strictly poetry.) XD *
Disclaimer: I am sure everyone knows that I do not own these characters or the show. I may have changed each character's purpose from the series sa pamamagitan ng accident and purposely, but its close enough to what I think is what the character would have said; plus, that's why they call this type of article, FanFiction.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I AM, Kowalski, 'The Options Guy'.
I WONDER…about numerous theories and tanong that have vexed the universe of both common man and philosophers alike, especially if it is not scientifically proven yet….
/ K: "Hm…like does Doris , the Dolphin, really only like me as a friend…perhaps she might even 'lo-?" /.
/ S: *sighs* "You poor naïve soldier". /.
/ K: "Uh-Sir? Wha-" /.
/ S: "…of-course she only likes you as a friend, Kowalski. What madami do you want?" /.
/ K: *sadly looks to the ground in a defeated manner*
/ S: "Oh, Kowalski, *pats his back* there's no room in a soldier's life for 'love'. Take Kitka for example…she estola my heart, and I almost Nawawala sight of our goals as a team." /.
/ K: *still sadly looks to the ground in a defeated manner, but then looks up in a devious grin* "I understand Skipper, but only time will tell…so, we'll soon see if you're correct."
/ S: *gave Kowalski the infamous PenguinEyebrows and shrugged his soldiers and left his Lieutenant for the moment* /.
I HEAR…my team asking me for my intellectual output when the situation calls for it.
I SEE…the countless options that I have drawn onto my clipboard to be used for future missions or for certain situations.
I WANT…*hugh smile* Candy! CANDY! CAANDDDY! *clears his throat* …oooor also known as 'The Forbidden Fruit-Flavored Food' *satisfied smile*.
I AM, Kowalski.
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I PRETEND…to know just about everything, but honestly—or madami accurately—75.9% of the time, I don't have a clue of what I'm doing or if my plans would work….but many times, it has been scientifically-proven that I, Kowalski, am a GREAT Theoretician, and as such, I am an expert, who theorizes in art, science, et cetera...I am excellant at analyzing situations and predicting what would happen; so I just work around my numerous hypotheses and/or theories, which usually turns out to be correct; so, theoretically, it would turn out I am 24.1% of the time, correct and with those odds, I have no need to doubt myself; so, I have every right to be confident in my abilities. *smirks arrogantly*
I FEEL…that I have a substantially above-average intelligence (but I don't like to brag)
/ K: "Or does that not count as feeling or emotion. Hm…I should check on that later…" /.
I TOUCH…my options pad almost all day, everyday, and basically all-the-time to take notes down (for future use) and to keep track of things (that needs to be tracked) about things that might be important for future use.
I WORRY…about those closest to me, but I am always prepared for the worst; so, I don't need to worry …ALWAYS PREPARED BABY!
I CRY …when someone is able to express their own feelings so beautifully that it's like mga tula *sniffs*
*SMACK upside the head sa pamamagitan ng Skipper, who was walking sa pamamagitan ng again to see what else he wrote*
/ K:"Skipper, what are you—You're not supposed to be pagbaba this?" *rubs his beak thinking about just why is Skipper spying on him* "Well, frankly, I didn't know you could read—uh…"./
/ S:*death glare* /
/ K:"I-I-I mean, I NEVER CRY 'CAUSE MACHO-MANLY-MAN-MACHEESEBALLS DON'T KNOW THAT MEANING OF THE WORD 'CRY'….heh." /
/ S:*smiles and nods in approval but doesn't leave this time* /
I AM, Kowalski.
*Kowalski looks at Skipper and notices that he doesn't even try to leave this time, and with a roll with his eyes he continue on with his poem as if pretending that Skipper's presence was oblivious to him.*
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I UNDERSTAND…that 'MATH & SCIENCE' are a universal language.
I SAY… "PlutoniumFueled-DNAmutating-Nature-abominating MONSTERmaker" (yes, the first word IS 'one word') are the two most sweetest words in the English language known to beast or man.
I DREAM…that someday I could have a van that's as cool as that deranged supercop, Officer X….it was just so 'wild and free' ….Mmm.
/ S:*frowns* "Geez, Kowalski, you're still not over that yet? It's just a van, man." /
/ K: "IT WASN'T JUST A VAN, Skipper! Oh, it was sooo much more…it had built-in lasers and the whole shebang. It could've been mine to tame." /
/ S:*still frowning, but surprised sa pamamagitan ng Kowalski's response* "What?" /
/ K: "Oh, nevermind…you can't understand how I feel." /
/ S:"IT's…A…VAN! Get a grip soldier! A van has no feelings…it doesn't care if you care and a van doesn't know if it's loved. It's made of metal and oil. Geez!" /
/ K: *frowns* "Skipper, this is MY poem, and I will write what I feel like. Besides, since you are having so much fun adding side commentary to my beautiful work of literary art, maybe I should check yours and scribble some comments too. Hmmm ." /
/ S:"Man, this isn't a poem; your just Pagsulat answers. Read mine, Now that is a work of literary art. " /
/ K: "AHAha…*laughs uncontrollably* ...haha...beautiful...literary art...haha…. *then noticing Skipper's death glare again, he clears his throat and rolls his eyes* Moving on…" /
I TRY…to always do my best, but I admit, I do tend to overanalyze situations…a bit.
/ S:"a bit? Seriously, read my poem. It's GREAT! A work of art like that can help you clean up this mess of a literary art you call a poem. " /
/ K: *groaned loudly out of frustration* /
/ S: *confused* "Whaaat?" /
/ K:*now he gave the death glare to Skipper, and his commanding officer responded* /
/ S: *apologetic "uh…Sorry…uh, carry on." /
I HOPE …to improve my fighting skills sa pamamagitan ng practicing to act on my survival instincts…even though, its STILL anatomically impossible to listen to my gut.
/ S: *frowns and slaps Kowalski* /
/ K: "Ow…What was that for?" /
/ S: "For doubting your gut. Keep practicing. I want to make sure my 2nd-in-command is as great a fighter as he is as a strategist." /
/ K: *confusely* "Um-, thank you...?" /
/ S: "Don't thank me, soldier. Thank your gut and that noggin' of yours…without them we'd be pasko Turkeys sa pamamagitan ng now." *leaves Kowalski alone now and goes to the Telly [T.V.]* /
/ R: "Yuum…-urky." *starts drooling on the Kowalski's poem* /
/ K: "Rico! What are you doing? Stop drooling on my—you-know-what nevermind. I knew Pagsulat poems was a bad idea. Now, Skipper's just gonna snoop at everyone's "literary work." Private's DEFINITELY gonna be getting an "I TOLD YOU SO" lecture from me that's for sure. /
/ R: "-klaming." *looks at Kowalski* /
/ K: "I'm not complaining. I just fail to see how this activity with bring us any closer as a team. In fact, I believe it's just gonna do the exact opposite and tear us apart…or *looks at Skipper* maybe a new form of mutiny. *devious grin and moving his trademark PenguinEyebrows to form a plan in his mind to get back at Skipper for pagbaba and making unnecessary side comments* "Anyway, Private seriously needs to stop watching that Dr. Phi-Baldy-Whatever Show. He's learning psychological techniques that is not proven sa pamamagitan ng anyone with a respective scientific mind; it's just a defective method that does not have evidence that 'writing poems will reveal personality traits and therefore, making us closer friends'. Am I right, Rico? *Rico already left since Kowalski started rambling on* Rico? Huh, I probably sound crazy talking to myself now…Hehehe. Yeah." /
I AM, 1st Lt. KOWALSKI, "Options Guy"…Serial Number eight-six-zero-niner-bravo-alpha-mega-niner [860-NBA-MN]
/ K: "…over and out."/
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XD "HOL-LA! Respect The Science!" XD
& Thanks for Reading! & Please Review!
(^_^)
Okay, Welcome. I got this from 'Who loves Kowalski? I DO! WE ALL DO!'
1.) Dont run into dating. Terrible things could happen.
Claudia: Hi kowalski! Lets kiss!
Kowalski: Uhh, we're not... Dating...
Claudia: *grabs Kowalski and starts making out with him*
Skipper: PAROLE FOR THE BOTH OF YOU!
2.) Don't get too serious too fast!
Claudia: LETS GET MARRIED!
Kowalski: we've been dating for two days! ONLY TWO!
Claudia: Who cares?!
Skipper: madami PAROLE!
3.) If you think he doesn't like you, don't FORCE him to.
Claudia: Hi walski!
Kowalski: Hi!
Claudia: pag-ibig ME!!
Kowalski: 0.0
4.)Don't be overprotectiive.
Claudia: Hi walski.
Kowalski: Hi
Marlene: Hi--
Claudia: STAY BACK FROM MY WALSKI!!
5.) Be careful of relationship bumps.
Claudia: Hi, walski.
Kowalski: shh, I'm busy with my experiment.
Claudia: *crying* WHY DON'T YOU pag-ibig ME, WALSKI?! WHAT HAVE I DONE WROOOOOONG?!?
(there will be five tips per article. ^^)
1.) Dont run into dating. Terrible things could happen.
Claudia: Hi kowalski! Lets kiss!
Kowalski: Uhh, we're not... Dating...
Claudia: *grabs Kowalski and starts making out with him*
Skipper: PAROLE FOR THE BOTH OF YOU!
2.) Don't get too serious too fast!
Claudia: LETS GET MARRIED!
Kowalski: we've been dating for two days! ONLY TWO!
Claudia: Who cares?!
Skipper: madami PAROLE!
3.) If you think he doesn't like you, don't FORCE him to.
Claudia: Hi walski!
Kowalski: Hi!
Claudia: pag-ibig ME!!
Kowalski: 0.0
4.)Don't be overprotectiive.
Claudia: Hi walski.
Kowalski: Hi
Marlene: Hi--
Claudia: STAY BACK FROM MY WALSKI!!
5.) Be careful of relationship bumps.
Claudia: Hi, walski.
Kowalski: shh, I'm busy with my experiment.
Claudia: *crying* WHY DON'T YOU pag-ibig ME, WALSKI?! WHAT HAVE I DONE WROOOOOONG?!?
(there will be five tips per article. ^^)
private: oh ya skippah this is my mom
melody: hello my names melody nice to meet you skippah
skippah: nice to meet you too
melody: uy private wanna go get something special you deserve it come
private: okay mom
skipper: kowalski analysis
kowalski: i have no idea
private: mom can i have 2 boxes of mani mantikilya winkies please
melody: sure here
both: (eats mani mantikilya winkies)
private: ohlookoverthereiseeabirdheheheyay
melody: private high on sugar rush
private: okwaitheymomdidn'tseeyoutherehuhyoudidn'teitherhuh
later
private: (wakes up) mom what happened
melody: sugar rush private
to be continued
melody: hello my names melody nice to meet you skippah
skippah: nice to meet you too
melody: uy private wanna go get something special you deserve it come
private: okay mom
skipper: kowalski analysis
kowalski: i have no idea
private: mom can i have 2 boxes of mani mantikilya winkies please
melody: sure here
both: (eats mani mantikilya winkies)
private: ohlookoverthereiseeabirdheheheyay
melody: private high on sugar rush
private: okwaitheymomdidn'tseeyoutherehuhyoudidn'teitherhuh
later
private: (wakes up) mom what happened
melody: sugar rush private
to be continued
kowalski: nothing much you have any nines
rico: nuh go isda (eats fish)
skipper: private we got a letter in the mail for you
private: really skippah (grabs letter)
dear private
i am coming for a visit today you may not remember me cause you were just a baby boy bu be on your best behavior before i get there
pag-ibig melody (mom)
private: my mothers coming for ah visit todah
(ding)
private: mom (hugs mom)
melody: private my sweet little boy look how big you've grown (looks at shocked penguins in the back)
skipper: what the heck is going on here
to be continued