"Penguins and Drabbles"
Thanks for the reviews and patience, everybody. Here are more drabbles. Please enjoy.
Drabble 27: The Truth about Manfredi and Johnson(Inspired by the penguins' stories involving Manfredi and Johnson's multiple deaths.)
" Skipper, I think Private deserves to know the truth," Kowalski stated, while putting together his new invention.
" About what," Skipper asked then drank some coffee.
" Manfredi and Johnson," Kowalski retorted.
Skipper spat out the coffee and began coughing. " Are you mad," Skipper barked as he slammed the mug down on the table.
" Skipper, he's an official member of the team," Kowalski uttered then smirked, while crossing his flippers. " Besides, you're the one who promised to tell him the truth, after he became a first class private."
" Did I say that," Skipper asked, while widening his eyes.
" Yes," Kowalski uttered. " You made that promise while Rico and I were in the room. Remember?"
" Fine, Lieutenant Kill Joy," Skipper growled. " I'll tell him that Manfredi and Johnson were our imaginary friends. Also, I'll tell him how you like to ruin other people's fun."
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Drabble 28: Lunch in Denmark(Inspired by the episode "Skipper Makes Perfect". Warning: Will contain spoilers.)
" Skipper's Log: I had Rico destroy my record from Denmark," Skipper uttered into the recorder. " My team still doesn't know what happened. I don't plan on telling them. They'll laugh at me. It's so embarrassing. I mean come on. All I did was make an egg and cheese sandwich with a plastic U.S. flag on it. That's it. I thought the Danes would be happy about it. Hans reassured me of that. In fact, it was his idea. He even helped set everything up. Nope. They were pretty cheesed. Ugh. I'll never forgive and forget that puffin. That no good, dirty, rotten liar. It turned out he was using me for a sandwich scandal all along. Fortunately, I can set foot in Denmark again, no thanks to him."
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Drabble 29: Secret Revealed(Inspired by the previous drabble.)
" Skipper, are you talking into your recorder again," Kowalski murmured from his bunk.
" Uh…no," Skipper retorted.
" I can see the light blinking," Kowalski stated.
" Go back to sleep, soldier," Skipper said.
" Okay," Kowalski uttered. " I'll just wake up before you and tell Rico and Private everything I heard."
" What," Skipper asked, while raising an eyebrow.
" Oh, nothing," Kowalski retorted, while rolling his eyes. " I just figured I'd tell them about that sandwich scandal."
" You wouldn't dare," Skipper snarled, while glaring at Kowalski.
" I would dare," Kowalski stated then paused, smirking. " Well, night, Skipper. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite."
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Drabble 30: Before and After the Molt(Inspired by "High Moltage".)
It had been four days since the penguins, the lemurs, and Marlene went to the movies and things were still not going well for Private. In fact, the molting cycle was making him pluck out the rest of his old feathers one by one. He wanted to go swimming with the other penguins really bad, but he was not allowed to. The little penguin could not even go outside, because it was too cold. Private could not even go out in public, because he scared away the visitors. Private sighed as he rested his head on the table. He wished his new feathers would arrive soon. Also, he wished his friends would stay inside the HQ with him.
" This stinks," Private muttered. " Why can't our specie's molting cycle be like others? Sure, we'd have messy feathers for a while, but it beats being bald."
Soon, the others entered the HQ. They were molting, too.
" Don't you say a word," Rico grunted as he sat down next to him.
" Hello, fellas," Private chimed as he lifted his head. " Did you have a nice swim?"
" We did until the filter got clogged with our feathers," Kowalski retorted.
" Lousy molting cycle," Skipper hissed. " It always attacks when you least expect it."
" Well, that's one wish that came true," Private chirped to himself then giggled.
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So that's what happened in Denmark. Also, Private got part of what he wanted. LOL. Please stay tuned for more drabbles.
