A\N: Thanks for the reviews! ^x^ This will get better, btw. §:]
The next morning…..
"Alright, everyone. Listen up!" AT walked in, clipboard ready and everything. Everyone except the penguins looked up. "Do you have a nine?" Skipper asked. Rico scanned his cards. "Nope!" "Guys!" AT came over. "Practice had started!" She said. "Oh really?" Came a i-don´t-care answer from Skipper. "Yes." AT grabbed him and pulled him with her into the circle of animals. "So, Fey told me you left off with the basketball scene. Alright, we´ll-" "When can I freshen up my make-up?" Julian called from behind Kowalski. He was sparkling like ever, red lips that made him look like he had kissed blood. After giving him a strange look, AT dragged him and Marlene over into a classroom. "You guys just do whatever." She told the others before positioning Marlene at a chair and Julian behind a counter. "Becky, you´ll play the teacher." AT instructed. "It was funner with Fey." Skipper muttered so everyone could hear him. "Maybe so, but I´m not Fey, am I?" AT growled then turned back to the girls. And one dressed up guy. "Becky, write something on the board. Now Marlene-" A eraser hitting her made her stop for a second. "You´re going to sit here and copy Becky´s writing from the board while the others behave like good students!" AT walked away from the stage, catching Skipper´s grin before it vanished. Marlene did as she was told when Julian\Sharpay leaned over. "So!" Marlene jumped lightly at the unexpected greeting. "It was seeming like you were knowing Troy Fulton." "Bolton!" AT whispered. "Bolton." Julian added. "No, Troy Bolton." Julian caught on. "Knowing Troy Bolton." AT gave him the thumbs up. Julian gave Marlene his up-sided thumbs then high-fived her. AT face-palmed. "Not really, he was just showing me around." "Well, Troy usually doesn´t interact with new students." Julian said, leaning in. "Uh, why not?" Marlene asked, looking back at the board. "It´s mostly basketballs 24\80 with him." "Seven!" AT whispered again. Julian just ignored her. "That should be sixteen over pi." Marlene muttered, frowning lightly. "What was that?" Becky turned around, accidently kicking Mort who was sleeping right next to her foot. The mouse lemur just slept on. After recovering from her shock, Becky fixed her gaze on Marlene. "Uh, no, I was just-" The otter began, stumbling over her words. Becky raised an expectant eye-brow. "Shouldn´t the last equation be sixteen over pi?" Marlene asked. "Sixteen over pi?" Becky turned to her book. She shook her head. "I don´t think so." After a second she smiled impressed. "I stand corrected!" Marlene grinned as she also corrected the math problem. "Oh, btw, welcome on board!" Julian´s mouth dropped open as he drew back and tapped his claws on the counter-top. "Awesome guys!" AT walked over to them. "One note, though. I don´t think teachers use abbreviations. But other than that, excellent. Also, Kowalski, you´ll also be in that scene later, you´ll be giving Marlene a impressed look as-" "I correct the math teacher." "We´ll take five as the guys help me set up the theater scene." AT then instructed. "What scene?" Antonio asked as he smoothed out Julian´s top. "No wrinkles!" The Ringtail reminded him. "Detention."
"Gold more gold!" Roger said. "Wait, Roger, sound more firm." Gold! More gold?" "No, almost like you´re scolding him for not knowing that in the first place." "Gold! More gold!" The alligator demanded for a third time. "Perfect." He then crawled, him being so tall and all, over to where Skipper was climbing up a carton tree. Rico was in it, hiding the basketball between his feet like a big egg. He slithered over to Marlene who was brushing silver onto a moon. "Paint, paint! Let´s go!" Julian was in the background talking while Antonio was painting for him and Mort, he was, well, pouring glitter into the can. Julian´s orders. Kowalski hurried over to Marlene, a pink-reddish jacket over a brown shirt. "Gabriella!" The other looked up. "I saw how well you did in Math today." "Well, thanks." "And that got me thinking! We´re currently looking for someone like you that can help us with the Scholastic Decathlon!" "We?" Marlene asked confused. "That´ll be the geeks!" Skipper jeered from the tree. A huge argument set in, so AT had to come up on stage to sort it all out. "From the ´we´ part." She called. "We?" "Yeah, we´re uh, the…Kowalski looked at AT for help but Julian interrupted. "What a great idea gay penguin!" Julian said happily. "Gay?" Kowalski echoed shocked. "Well obviously, look at you jacket-y thing!" Julian smiled sweetly. "Wat but yu?" Rico jumped in, defending his friend. "Well, duh, I´m playing a girl!" The lemur smiled again straightening out his skirt. "Nobody´s gay here, Julian shut up and continue!" "One question." "What?" "How can I shut up and continue at the same time?" AT groaned. "That´s what you get from working with idiots like Julian." She murmured then walked up to the stage again to help them along with their lines. Then after not too long, Roger was babbling about the evils of cell-phones. "Cut! Scene change!" AT called out and in no time they had the theater changed into a gym.
"Alright guys, huddle up!" Maurice called. Mort embraced Bada´s toe once again while the gorillas cowered over the small gray lemur. Maurice cleared his throat and continued. "We´ve got two weeks to the big game." He stopped. "Where´s Troy and Chad?" He asked. He looked at Bada who turned away from his gaze, then at Bing who also looked down. Mort just grinned. "Don´t make me ask again…WHERE´S TROY AND CHAD?" "Detention." The big mammals murmured. "It´s so truuuuuueee!" Mort cried, feeling overwhelming pangs of guilt make him cry. Maurice gave a random animal the clip board as he rushed out.
(back to the theater)
"Perhaps the most heinous example of cell-phone abuse is ringing in the theatre. What temerity! The theatre is a temple of the art. A precious cornucopia of creative energy. "Where´s my team, Darbus?" Maurice interrupted Roger´s rantings as he stormed in there. Everyone awoke from their sleep. "What the heck are they doing in a tree?" The coach furiously marched over to the stage. "Good job!" AT said. "Oooo! A trick question!" Julian grinned. "It´s called crime and punishment, Bolton. Besides, proximity to the arts is cleansing for the soul." Roger swooned. "Can we have a talk, please." The aye-aye faked anger. "And you two, in the gym. NOW!" Skipper jumped down and grabbed Rico who waddled out, clutching the ball like a frightened child. The other´s stares followed them. AT stood up. "Kay, we have one more scene! Keep up the good work! And by the way, Skipper, you´re doing great to!" The penguin walked right by her. "I don´t need your praise." He said. AT decided not to respond on that and jotted something down on her clipboard.
"That was great!" Private said as the penguin were getting ready for bed. Rico quickly pecked his girlfriend´s cheek before curling up under the blanket, closing his eyes, only half-listening to the others. "Except for that part when Julian called me gay." Kowalski mumbled, also climbing in. "Are your experiments all through with the exploding?" Skipper asked, giving the scientist a hard look. Last week they were greeted with fireworks, just not the same ones you throw at New Year´s Eve. "Yes sir." The other responded. "How did you like practice, Skippah?" Private dared to ask after the lights turned off. "How did I like practice? How did I like the trip to the vet? How did I like my vacation in Copenhagen?" Skipper snorted. "Well, it wasn´t that bad." Private responded quietly. "Yeah, that´s exactly what Manfredi and Johnson said after they were tortured by the natives by taking a lava bath." "Those were their last words." Kowalski noted sadly. Silence filled the air. "Goodnight, guys." The Brit wished quietly. Skipper and Kowalski returned it while Rico snored, hugging Mrs. Perky in his flippers.
A\N: Critics! Here is your corner! Is it Ms. Perky or Mrs? Anyway, review plz!