Um....Reveiw! That's all I got to say.

YOOHOO! ~BY EmoCupCakeGirl

Rico was bouncing off the walls, jittery and hyper. He upchucked a bunch of weapons and threw them accross the room. Kowalski came in, and raised an eyebrow at the sight.

"What's up with you rico?" asked kowalski.

The shaking rico pointed to his bunk, which had several Yoohoo bottles littering it.

"You know what happens when you eat sugar!" Kowalski rico. he grabbed all the empty bottles and threw them in the trash. Rico was feeling so crazy, he just wanted to do SOMETHING! He laughed and jumped on Kowalski, wrestling him to the ground.

"Rico, get off!" cried Kowalski. The two tussled on the ground, Rico always being on top, since he was the strongest. After a while, Rico's sugar rush ran off. He collapsed on top of kowalski, breathing heavy.

"Great, now that you've got that out of your system, can you please get off?" asked kowalski. Rico thought for a moment, then smiled.

"Nu-uh!"

If Only I Could Choose~ By EmoCupCakeGirl (NOTE: This is in Marlenes point of veiw, and I was feeling very....uhh...sad when I wrote this)

I sigh, and look at the cuts I have made on my arms. I know if they were both here, then would stop me. But then I would have to choose. Choose between the brave, sexy, muscular Skipper with peircing sapphire blue eyes, and the tall, hot, smart, bright eyed Kowalski. I sigh again, and think. Which one is right for me? If only I could have both........ Why did they have to be so appealing? The scent of their feathers, their masculine personlities, their voices.....Their voices ring in my ears, sending shivers up my spine. I look at the blade in my hand, suddenly angry. I throw it into my mirror, smashing it into peices. And I swear, just for the moment,I can see the two reflected in the broken glass.

Bad Feather Day ~By EmoCupCake

"Kowalski?" Asked Private. The tall penguin looked up from his newest experiment.

"Yes, Private?"

"Why is Rico wearing a hat?" The short penguin pointed to Rico, who was sporting a baseball cap way too big for his head. It hung down over his eyes, but he was smiling anyway.

"Rico claims he is having a bad hair day," Kowalski answered.

This made Private curious. How did penguins have bad hair days? well, he did have his mowhawk. Prehaps it wasn't sticking up in its usual manner, and was instead dropping to his head, causing Rico to feel the need of a hat. But he wanted to know for sure. He walked by him casually, eyeing the hat. Would Rico go ballistic if private removed the cap? The curiosity was eating him however, so he mustered up his courage and swiped off Ricos cap. His mowhawk was fine. Looked just how it did every other day. Rico grabbed the cap back, frowning at the younger bird. He positioned it back on his head, and walked away. Well, perhaps Rico was just being Rico. There really wasn't a reason for most of the stuff he did. Private accepted this fact and simply went to watch the television.

In the other room, was Rico. He stood in front of a mirror, smiling at his reflection. Kowalski was right. He did look good in a hat. He whistled at himself and coughed up another one, preparing his next style.

One HOT Cold Day ~By EmoCupCakeGirl

It was cold that day. Very cold. So cold, even the penguins were freezing. It was probably the worst day to have recon duty. Kowalski felt bad for whoever sucker was stuck with that job. Unfortunatly, he and Rico were chosen. They each bundled up in a simple scarf, which was long enough to cover their entire bodies. Then, they headed out, searching around the entire zoo.

It was so cold, Kowalski had shivers from the wind. And it only made things worse when his scarf got loose and blew away into Joeys pen. Who wants to take a chance at being beaten to a pulp over an article of clothing? He wrapped his flippers around himself to attempt to hold in his body heat. His attempt was failing, and they were not allowed to go home until they completed their rounds.
Rico spotted the shaking Kowalski, and got an idea. He walked up to him and opened his scarf, wrapping it around both of them. It forced them to be closer to each other, not that Rico minded.

Kowalski blushed, but didn't object. He felt instantly warmer. not just from the scarf. Rico was so warm, and their bodies were touching, causing Kowalski to feel really hot. He was almost sweating. They walked slowly, finishing their recon. Kowalski was burning up, he felt the need to yank the scarf away and jump into the snow. But then he wouldn't be touching Rico. And he realized he wanted that.

His cheeks were flaming from the sudden blush, and he looked at Rico, who seemed perfectly fine. They reached their habitat, but before Kowalski could take off his half of the scarf, Rico pulled the scarf over their faces, pressed his body against Kowalski, and kissed him. Kowalski felt like he was set ablaze. Rico wrapped his flippers around Kowalski and nipped at his neck. Kowalski was very glad the scarf was covering all this. What would skipper say if he saw this? He let out an involuntary moan, and also wrapped his flippers around Rico. He ruffled up his feathers as Rico was messaging his back. When they broke away, Kowalski was visibly red.

They went inside, Neither one saying a word. They told Skipper the recon had gone well, then went to watch tv. during a commercial, kowalski turned to Rico.

"Uh..it..sure was hot in there." He told him. Rico just smiled and winked.

Badgers! ~By LittleBirdy05

"Private!" Private started, as Skipper called him. "We've got some new arrivals today, too many to cover on our own. We're going to split up." he said. Private raised his eyebrows.

"But Skippah, what about the penguin credo?" He said. "Safety of the citizens comes first Private, and this is the best strategy. You take the eastern habitat." Skipper said, pointing to one of the new habitats, a small one, with a medium sized fence.
"It's small, so the inhabitants can't be that big, easy enough for you, right Private?" Kowalski said.

Private nodded. This didn't seem too bad. He made his way to the habitat, sure to keep quiet. You never know what could really be there. Private hopped over the fence and looked around. It seemed like it'd be a cozy place... well, if you like this kind of thing.
It was mainly dirt, and twigs, and grass, on an uneven landscape. He noticed that burrows, dottet the habitat, and that there were paw prints everywhere. What lived there? A fox maybe? Private peered down one of the holes.
"Ello? Anyone there?" He called, quietly.

"Well, ello, there, 'ow are ya?" Private started a bit, at the voice behind him, and turned to reply. Suddenly he froze in fear. Those claws, those teeth, those black beady eyes!

"Badger!" Private screamed, then, without thinking, dove into the badger's hole, to get away. The badger scratched his head, looking confused.

"Yeah, Imma badga'. Say, whatcha' doin' in my home?" He asked. Private peaked out of the hole, just as a second badger joined the first.

"Ay, Damion, who's 'at?" He asked, grinning. Private squealed, and darted further back into the hole. "Aw, now lookit, ya' wen' an' scared 'im." He said. The second badger frowned. "Aw, I'm sorry, fuzzy, I didn' mean ta." He said. Private barely looked out at the two badgers staring down at him.

"I-I-I'm n-not fuz-zzy." He stammered.

"Ah, well, I jus' mean' ya look fuzzy wit you're featherish parts all fuffled an' what not." He said.

Private hadn't realized how his feathers had been standing on end. "Aw, come on ou', we didn' mean no harm, now." The first said.

"N-no, badger's ea-eat birds." Private squeaked. The second scratched his head.

"E's go' a poin' now." he said. The first shook his head. "Ay, now, we don' do tha' though. We're born an' bread in zoo, ya know." He said. "Frui's an' veggi's all da way man." The second added.

"An' maybe da occasional fish. Not natural, I know, bu' dey sure are good." He said, his tounge out. Pivate peaked around, and felt a small laugh coming up, at how much he reminded him of Rico. "Ey, yur a pen'uin, aren'
ya? Yur kin' like fish." He said, grinning. Private poked his head out.

"We- well yeah, it's all we eat." He said. "I- I like trout best." The badger's grinned at each other.

"Ey! We go' some o' dat in da burrow! 'Ow 'bout ya le' us in der, we can show ya aroun'." The first asked. Private hesitated. They seemed pretty friendly. Five minutes later... Private, Damion, and Richard looked up at the dirt ceiling, hearing voices, echo down the hole.
"Badgers! we sent him into the badger's den, Private is terrified of badgers!" He heard Skipper yell. Private took another bite of his trout, as the three penguins shot down into the den. He waved.

"Hey, Skippah, have you met Damion and Richard?" The two badgers waved.

"Ay." One said smiling. "Trout?"

You can't take Mr. Cuddles! ~By EmoCupCake

Private sat on his bed, cooing to his stuffed animal.

"You are so cute ." He crooned, squeezing his plushie will all the strength he could manage. It was a lion, looking extremely similar to Alex the lion. He held his animal close, feeling the soft fake fur that covered it. For some reason the plushie soothed Private,
and he loved pretending it was just like a person. He even slep with it sometimes. And it was the bond with this inanimate object that made him feel crushed when Skipper tried to take it away.

"You're too old for baby toys soldier!" Skipper said to him. He tried to grab away, but Private held on tight, not letting go, as if his life depended on it.

"How come Rico gets a doll and I can't!" He whined. He yanked the plushie back, doing a tug-a-war with Skipper.

"Because Rico loves his doll, and it's not a stuffed animal!" He barked. He pulled it out of Privates reach, causing him to start sobbing.

" I love Mr. Cuddles too! Please Skipper, let me keep !" He begged. "I promise I'll man up soon! I'll be the manliest man ever!" He grabbed onto Skipper and started crying. The sight was crushing Skipper. He always had a soft spot for the young bird.

"Pull yourself together Private!" He demanded. "Ok, you can keep this thing. For now." He handed it back to Private, and the little penguin squealed.

"Thank you Skipper!" He gave Skipper a great big hug, then walked away to watch tv with .

And A Red One For Good Luck ~By EmoCupCakeGirl

All 4 penguins covered their ear holes as the terrible wailing rang through their HQ.

"Skippah, what is that?" Privates cried through the noise. "It's almost as bad as Juliens all night partying!" "I don't know Private," Said Skipper, "But I'm going to find out!" He disapeared through the hole.

The sounds were even more agonizing outside. And they were coming from Marlene's habitat. He hurried over there, not bothering to knock as usual , but just burst in. The poor otter was quite a sight. She was still wailing, tears pouring down her face. She collapsed on her bed, muffling the sounds with her pillow, to woven up with herself to notice Skipper was there.

"Um, Marlene?" Skipper stood awkwardly staring at her. He'd never seen her cry before. It was a strange thing. She looked up from her pillows. Her fur was ruffled in several places, her eyes puffy and red.

"Hey there Skipper" She said, trying to muster up a smile. She walked over to him, atttempting to fix her hair. Eventually, she gave up as her fur kept springing back.

"Anything wrong?" He asked her. "Oh, it's 's just..." She suddenly broke down again and threw herself at Skipper. "I found a great guy to go out with! We were dating for a month and then I found him cheating on me with a fox!" She sobbed.

Skipper hesitated and patted her on the back as she stained his feathers with her tears. "There...there.
I'm sure, Um, it'll all be ok." He said. He wasn't really good at making girls feel better. Didn't have much expierience in that catagory.

"No, it's not!" She cried. "He used to pick me the most beautiful purple flowers!" Skipper got the greatest idea just then. Something to make Marlene stop crying. He reached out, smoothing her fur out so it looked nice and glossy.

"You just stay right here," He told her. Marlene rolled her puffy eyes. Like she had anywhere else to go. Skipper quickly slid on his belly to the park. He spotted the flowers marlene was talking about. Marlene would never had been able to get the flowers by herslef,
since she would become wild when she stepped outside the zoo. He grabbed up a bunch, even throwing in some red flowers for good measure, then headed back to her house.

Marlene's eyes glowed when she spotted the beautfiul bouquet. Skipper handed them to her, and she couldn't stop staring at them.

"Well, uh, since your recent boyfriend isn't giving you flowers anymore, I will marlene" He said triumphantly. "That way your habitat will never be dull and colorless."

Marlene continued looking at the arrangement, without saying a word. Finally she smiled. "Thanks Skipper," She said. She immediatly brightened up. "They're perfect." She hugged Skipper, and he grinned.

"Anytime Marlene."

The Lemur and the Penguin ~ By LittleBirdy05

All around the leechy nut tree, The lemur chased the penguin,
The lemur thought it was all in fun 'Til- SLAP

"Ringtail, if you don't stop following me, I'm going to knock you into next week!"

Skipper huffed and walked off, leaving Julien standing there. Grinning slyly, he started creeping after the penguin again.

Enetophobia ~By LIttlBirdy05

"Alright Skipper-" Kowalski was interrupted.

"Why am I strapped to a chair?" Skipper demanded. Kowalski frowned.

"I was getting to that. Skipper, it's, that time again..." Kowalski looked at Rico and Private,
they seeming just as nervous. Kowalski looked back at Skipper, who was beginning to get suspicious. "It's ... vaccination time." Kowalski winced, but Skipper gave no reaction, something that scared them more. "Uh, Skip-" Suddenly Skipper lurched forward, knocking the chair over, landing him face first on the ground. Uttering something that sounded like the combination of a squeal and a terrified yell, Skipper tried using his feet to slide himself away, Kowalski yelped, yanking the chair back up. "Skipper, we're here to help you!" He shouted over Skipper's protests.

"Help me!?" Skipper yelled, "How is a n-needle supposed to-" Suddenly Marlene hopped through the hatch.

"Hey guys, what... are... you..." She stared at the three penguins, holding Skipper back, who was still tied to the chair. "Wow, I don't even want to know."

"Eh!" Rico yelled in Protest, Skipper grimaced, and Kowalski went red in the face. Private spoke up.

"We're just trying to help Skippah, we're getting our shots tomorrow and he's afraid of needles." He said. Marlene raised an eyebrow at the thought of Skipper being afraid of something so simple. Then again, she had plenty of her own fears.

"Well that's easy," Marlene said. "We just have to figure out why he's afraid of needles." She looked at Skipper. Skipper swallowed and hung his head, suddenly calm.

"Why? I'll tell you why..."

"Skippy-"

"Hush Cicilia!"

"But Skippy, where are we?" A tiny voice whispered horsely. A young Skipper looked around, his eyes darting about, taking in his surroundings. Wood. They were in a box, made of wood. He looked down to his little sister, cursing whoever had done this. Cicilia was sick enough already, she didn't need excitement.

"I don't know, it doesn't seem familiar." He had traveled the world, Equadore, Denmark, but never here. He had finally settled back in Antartica after an honorable discharge from the military and was devoted to spending the rest of his life, caring for his ill sister, and only family member left. The two penguins gasped in surprise as one side of the box was pried open, and a pair of eyes peered. What ever it was, reached in an apandege, a featherless limb, with five more, shorter ones attatched. Skipper had once caught a glance of these creatures back on a mission in Denmark. Humans, they were. Skipper scowled, backing away, sheilding his sister. He tensed as it got closer, then when it was only centimeters away, he instinctively bit it. The human shouted, jerking it's hand back. Cicilia squealed, and Skipper scowled more. He didn't like this human. He heard a chuckle, outside the box.

"I told you Alice, you're not supposed to reach in like that, Didn't they tell you that during your orientation?"

"They may have mentioned it..." The other human mumbled.

Skipper yelped, as a different appendage swiftly snatched him out of the box.

"Skippy!" Cicilia squealed. Skipper writhered and squacked as he was poked and prodded, by strange human. "Well, this one's in great shape." He said.
Skipper's stomach lurched. He was plopped down in a cage, and it was locked. The doctor reached in for Cicilia, and Skipper charged at the cage. The first human glanced back at him, weirdly, as he dropped down, dazed from the hit.

"Oh my." Skipper shook his head, clearing the dizziness away. "Oh, this one's so sick, I'm afraid she'll have to be put down..." The doctor set Cicilia down, and went to rummage through a drawer.

"Skippy." Cicilia whimpered. Skipper poked his beak through the bars. "It's alright Cici, it'll be okay." He said, using her nick name, in a comforting tone. The doctor turned, and Skipper stared at what was in his hand. Long and sharp. He didn't like it.

"Don't worry little one, this won't hurt at all, it'll be over real quick." Skipper turned his attention away for only a moment, the first human catching his eye as it rushed out the door. Skipper gasped, and snapped his attention back, when he heard Cicilia yelp.

"Hey!" He shouted, ramming against the bars. Suddenly he froze, seeing Cicilia's face. She looked tired, and peaceful. He had seen that look before.

"No, oh- oh no." He sobbed. Cicilia looked at him weakly, and smiled.

"Aw, Skippy, I don't feel sick anymore..It's great.." Cicilia laid her head down and closed her eyes, looking almost like she was sleeping. Then she stopped breathing.

"No!" Skipper shouted, starting to shake his cage. "No! No! You deranged maniac, what did you do!? No!!!"

Skipper looked up at the others, a mixed array of emotion on their faces. "I don't do needles."

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