A\N: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! X) Also, beware of 63, not everyone might like the short horror thing there. xP
Guest Stars:
Chey (Cheycartoongirl8) (in her Irish Setter form)
Elyon (madagascarmaster´s OC)
Panda (SweetPanda12)
Sneha (Yang and Yin-Chan)(in her Kirby form)
Also, I´ve never watched Twilight, so I´m just guessing with Nr 65. XP
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62) Pretend you´re sleepwalking, go find Skipper and pour whipped cream over him and put some chocolate and sprinkles all over him. Proceed to lick. Pretend to wake up and go, "Oh you´re not an ice cream…"
"Jean, you don´t have to do this!" Her voice trembled with fear and she choked on her tears. Her recently-turned-into-a-psycho-killer ex boyfriend slowly sauntered over to the kitchen. Every step echoed through the empty apartment room and signed her death-certificate. A long, extra slow crrrreeeaaaaakkk of the kitchen drawer made the hostage look up.
What she saw enough to send her into another fit of hysterics. Jean was holding her prized cooking knife. His green-gray eyes glistened evilly in the glow of the street lamps.
He moved closer, faster this time. Saundra started screaming, her fear having reached its final level. She cowered before the towering figure, her eyes closed.
"Shut the f-k up!" Jean shouted and stabbed her with the knife just as the screen went black. The screaming went on, till it finally died down into a dying, gurgling sound.
A final thump was heard, followed by the television screen brightening up again. Jean was on the phone, his hands full of blood. The bloody knife lay beside him, waiting patiently for him to finish hooking up with the next girl, his next victim…
Skipper turned the TV off and took a deep breath before burying his face in the pillow. His eyes burned from the bright screen and he was exhausted.
He was starting to have insomnia, and it was driving him crazy. Scaring himself senseless wasn´t helping much either.
´Maybe I need to walk around a bit and move my feet.´ Skipper thought, getting out of bed.
Bronx was quiet and peaceful, just the way it should be, without gorillas raiding the zoo storage room for a midnight snack or Julian to pop in and watch TV in their HQ.
But then again, it was almost too quiet. Skipper almost missed the feeling of always being on guard, jumping at every sound and checking out unidentified screams at 2 am.
The leader walked into the kitchen, staring outside the small window. It was a spooky scene, the street lamps shedding a dim shine across the grass and shadows moving around suspiciously.
Skipper filled a glass with water and leaned back against the counter, feeling weariness slowly fading in…
Until the door opened.
His closing eyes snapped open and he looked around, now fully awake.
The door creaked quietly as someone unknown entered the room.
Skipper tensed into a fighting position. He remembered the movie he watched before…no, it couldn´t be. Jean only went after girls and the movie never said if he was bisexual and therefore might kill guys too.
The door still stood open, no one had come in yet. Maybe they were waiting for something.
The penguin took a step forward and then the door closed all of the sudden.
A small silhouette started walking over, mumbling.
"Ice cream…ice cream…"
Was it a kid sleepwalking?
Skipper lit a match and squinted in the dim light.
Then he jumped back. He knew this person.
"Panda!" He snapped. "What are you doing?!"
Panda didn´t respond, just walked past him.
Then she did something even stranger. Opening cupboards, she took out whipped cream, chocolate and sugar sprinkles and walked back to Skipper, who was not amused.
"Panda! Wake up! What the fish are you doing?"
"Ice cream…" She shook the bottle of whipped cream and proceeded to squirt it all over her kitchen-roommate.
Skipper was too surprised to speak. He opened his beak to stop her, but got a load of whipped cream shot right into his beak.
"Now sprinkles…" Panda whispered in her sleep. She screwed the lid off the sprinkles´ bottles and poured a handful from each candy set on the penguin´s flat head.
Then a happy smile appeared on the girl and before Skipper could brace himself, she grabbed his shoulders and began licking the candy and cream off his feathers.
"PANDA!" Skipper shouted, forgetting about being quiet.
Panda´s glassy eyes cleared and she blinked around in confusement. "Wh-what?"
"Skipper, I know you have insomnia, but screaming won´t-" Maxwell stopped to stare at the unusual sight of a girl holding a cream covered Skipper.
"What in the world…?"
"What are you doing here? I was making ice cream." Panda said, then she noticed Skipper for the first time. "Oh, you´re not ice cream."
"Really?" The other replied dryly.
"What are you doing here anyway? I haven´t seen you around the zoo." Maxwell asked Panda.
"A friend and I came here to visit Christian, a friend of ours."
"I´m going to wash this off." Skipper walked to the bathroom.
"Go back home. Next time, lock your door so it won´t happen again." Max said, and held the door open to Panda who walked out, still a little confused.
"Panda! Where have you been off to in…four in the morning?" A sleepy voice said from the bedroom. An Irish Setter stumbled out, eyes narrowed from sleepiness.
"Sorry, Chey, I must´ve been sleepwalking."
Chey looked at the clock, then back at Panda. "If you wanted to annoy Skipper, you could´ve just waited evening or something."
"No, I was really sleepwalking. I think maybe I was so excited about annoying Skipper that my unconscious mind actually made me do it in my sleep."
Chey stared at her for a couple of seconds before saying, "Whenever you watch a horror movie at night, prepare to sleep alone. And in locked room."
63) While he´s waddling, walk next to him, dramatically singing the song the Stars Wars movies always play when Darth Vader is walking around:
After the terrible insomnia night from yesterday, all Skipper wanted to do is take a long walk in the fresh morning air.
Not many animals were up yet, but a few were already stretching to rid the remaining sleep or walking around too.
The sun was warm, quickly ridding the grass of their dew drops.
Skipper enjoyed the fresh start in the day, though he had a feeling something was going to go wrong.
It was this kind of special moments that would always be ruined by some annoying author or zooster back home.
As if on cue, someone started humming behind him.
Skipper looked back, seeing a group of kids walking behind him, all humming a Star Wars soundtrack.
"What are you doing?"
They didn´t respond, just stared back at him.
Skipper groaned and continued walking, a whole pile of kids following him, all singing the soundtrack of Darth Vader.
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It´s been ten minutes, and the kids still hadn´t gotten bored yet.
Skipper tried asking them to leave, (all he got was, "Please don´t kill us, Vader!" with some snickers), asking for help (the other animals didn´t take him seriously) and walking faster.
So he was stuck with a herd of singing Bronxers.
The kids thought it was hilarious and began singing other stuff too.
Finally, Skipper though of an idea. He turned around to the kids and said with a crazy smile, "I´m going to go eat some baby squirrels out in the park, you kids want to join?"
That did the trick.
64) Force him to watch Twilight with you. Then go on and on about those "way-too-sparkly vampires" (no offense to Twilight fans x):
It was a bit weird Chey would call him up for help in the middle of the night, but Skipper decided not to question it and go. She might need him to fix something in the habitat where she was staying with Panda.
He knocked tiredly on the door, stepping back when it opened.
"Skipper, nice for you to join the party!" Chey said.
"What´s the matter? I haven´t got all night."
"That´s a shame, cuz Panda and I going to watch Twilight…you want to watch with us?"
"No, I-" Skipper started.
"Great! Come on!" She dragged him into the living room.
"Hi Skippy." Panda said.
The TV was already on the film menu, waiting to be watched.
A whole bunker of pillows lay on the floor.
Chey led him into a room.
"I´m going back to sleep." He said, pushing past her.
Chey only picked him up by the scruff of his neck like a naughty puppy and carried him to the living room.
"No, you´re staying here."
Due to his awkwardness of being lifted in the air by his neck by a dog, he didn´t respond.
´So here I am, trapped between a girl, a dog and too many pillows.´ Skipper thought bitterly. ´With no way to escape. My life sucks.´
-Later that hour-
"Another vampire died." Chey pointed out.
"I never would´ve guessed." Skipper shot back as the scream sounded out into the dark room.
"Oh come on! No one dies like that!"
"Apparently vampires do." Panda said.
"This isn´t a light show, vampy, this is war! So stop shining already and go!"
Skipper buried his face into his pillow. "Why meeee? I´m just a simple agent slash spy slash commanding officer of Manhattan! I didn´t do anything to deserve this torturreeeee! Somebody help!"
65) Play loud music
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66) When he gets mad, go: "Aww, is it your time of the month?"
´This is the worst week of my life.´ Skipper thought as he climbed into his bed. With his insomnia, late night ´missions´ and busy days, he hadn´t gotten much sleep but this Friday night was peaceful and promising.
And he was ready to kill anybody who interrupted his blissful sleep.
He nodded off and dreamt about defeating Dr Blowhole in a solo mission.
They were caught in the blaze of the battle when suddenly a lobster came up and turned on the music. Skipper and Blowhole both stared at each other before the crazy dolphin lowered his weapon and started dancing with his minions.
Skipper had no idea what woke him up, the crazy dream or the loud music. Possibly both.
Speaking of the music, it was SO LOUD! Making sleep therefore…you guessed it, IMPOSSIBLE!
Another night without sleep. Skipper was pretty mad right now.
He had come to Bronx to relax and not to deal with even more problems than he had to in the CPZ.
So he set out to find this noise maker and bring him to justice.
The music sung from the far end of the Bronx Zoo, in a little dark corner with a little dark habitat and a little lit house.
Except that the little dark habitat was decorated with candles and party lamps. Skipper jumped over the fence and slid over to the door, knocking on it.
A girl opened. She was covered in confetti and wore a panda mask over her head, which hid her face, but not her peach Kirby form.
"Hey! It´s the new guy!"
Skipper studied her for a couple of seconds, before grabbing the mask and taking it off.
He expected to see the familiar face of Sneha, a Kirby that often hangs around the zoo, but instead he saw a totally different face, long black hair instead of curly short and green eyes instead of white ones.
"You´re not Sneha. Who are you?" Skipper asked, actually not bothering with the answers.
"First, can I have my mask back?" She grabbed it and put it back on. "Second, what do you want, Slipper?"
"It´s Skipper. Could you please turn down the music? I´m trying to sleep."
The girl thought about it for a moment, before shaking her head. "Nope, good night."
She shut the door. Skipper glared at the hard wood before banging his fist against the ancient Greek markings carved in the door.
"Turn it down, other animals are trying to sleep here! This is not your zoo!" He shouted.
She opened again, with a harsh "what do you want now?!" but her voice hinted amusement.
It irritated Skipper. Why was everyone so crazy about making him angry?
"If you don´t shut off this noise right now, I´m going to do it myself. With a sledgehammer." He threatened.
The Kirby looked at him for a few seconds, before breaking into a sympathetic smile.
"Awww, I get it." She placed her paw on his shoulder. "Is it your time of the month? Is that why you´re so pissy at everything?"
"Uggggghhhhhh! Why won´t you just- Ugh! Goodnight!" Skipper pushed her away from him and slid home.
His head gave him a massive migraine, but he shut it all out with sleeping pills and buried his head into his pillows.
´Everyone has gone mad.´ He thought to himself as he slowly drifted into an artificial sleep. ´Everyone's turned against me. They won´t to break me. I won´t let them!´
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Meanwhile, back at the other habitat, Sneha changed her appearance back to normal. She just pointed to her head and her hair shrunk and curled itself while her eyes went back to white.
Being a daughter of Hecate sure has its advantages, even if it´s just for driving a penguin crazy.
67) Tell him that you have just discovered he is Dr. Blowhole´s son:
"Skipper! Another phone call for you!" Maxwell called out into the garden.
Skipper was working out to maintain his shape. Normally he did that with the boys to keep up with all the missions they have.
´I kinda miss those knuckleheads…" He thought, finishing his last push-ups.
"Coming!" He walked into the living room and took the phone from Max.
"Hello?"
"Skipper." It was Kowalski, though he sounded rather depressed, a rare tone especially since he and Doris are together again.
"What´s wrong, soldier?"
"I-I need to tell you something." He sighed.
´Uh-oh.´ Skipper thought. "What is it?"
"W-well, I was comparing files from our old mission, when this terrible thought crossed my mind. I hacked into the zoo´s computer and did a little bit of research about your parents."
"What did you find out?" Skipper felt like he should be defensive when talking about his parents. It was just an automatic feeling he had.
"Sk-Skipper…you are…no, it´s too terrible to be true."
"What´s is it?!" The penguin was losing his patience. He felt Maxwell and Liola´s curious glances on him, but ignored them. Why couldn´t his lieutenant just give a straight report?
"Blowhole…he…I…according to the PenguinSearch, you´re his son."
Shock ran through Skipper for a moment. PenguinSearch never lied! Was it true? Was he really Blowhole´s son…?
Then he remembered why he left the Central Park Zoo in the first place.
"Kowalski…" he growled into the phone. "What kind of joke is this?"
"Skipper, it´s true!" Private said from the background.
The officer didn´t even listen anymore. He slammed the receiver down and marched out of the room.
(LOL perfect fanfic idea. XP)
68) Throw a mud cake at him:
To pass his free time, Skipper helped Liola in the garden or-and he and Maxwell went to other habitats to fix something or rebuild.
So as it got warmer, a lot of the zoosters wanted help with their gardens.
So the two friends spent a lot of time hauling seeds and dirt around, making gardens behind the animal´s houses, out of sight of the humans and working in the fresh spring air.
They got a request from a zooster one day, about two habitats over from Maxwell´s.
"So, who are we helping?" Skipper asked, as they walked, loaded with their equipment, to the garden.
"Elyon. She´s a hybrid between otter and lemur. She´s very nice, just a bit shy." Maxwell said.
When they got there, Elyon was already waiting for them with a shovel.
"Hey Elyon, this is Skipper." Max introduced them.
"Hi. Thought I might help you dig." The electric blue eyed hybrid said.
They went over the other side of the habitat, where Elyon told them her plan.
"I want a pond right about here." She tapped the dirt with the tip of her spade. "Just a small one, not too deep. I want to put in some water plants or keep pets."
After measuring the width and depth of the pond, they took the shovels and started digging.
"Isn´t this world weird?" Skipper said. "Animals having pets?"
Elyon shrugged. "I was actually thinking of fish or frogs."
"Or maybe penguins? They´re water animals." Maxwell joked.
"I have three more team mates back home, you could buy one from there." Skipper said, also grinning.
"I´ll take Private!" The girl blurted out, then looked away as Skipper turned around and stared at her. "How do you know Private?"
"Uh…well, I actually live with Marlene the otter in the Central Park Zoo. I´m just habitat-sitting for a friend. " She said, trying to hide her blush from the previous comment.
Skipper examined her more closely before recognition set in. "Yeah, I saw you in the zoo. You´re the girl who put that snake in her bed, right?"
"Yeah, that was me." Elyon said, laughing.
Maxwell got a wheelbarrow and started filling the extra dirt into it. "What happened when Marlene found the snake?"
Skipper grinned shoveling up another shovelful of dirt. "We could hear her screaming from the other side of the park. I think it scared most visitors away."
"That was fun." Elyon dug her shovel into the soft earth and swung the load over her shoulder, hitting Skipper full in the face.
Maxwell cracked up while Skipper spat out clumps of mud. "Elyon!"
"I´m so sorry!" The hybrid faked shock and rushed over to help him clean the mud off his feathers. "Sorry, Skipper, I didn´t see you there!"
"It´s okay." He assured her and removed grass of his chest feathers. "Just be careful next time."
Elyon quietly went back to her shoveling.
"Shut up Max, it wasn´t that funny." Skipper said, glancing back annoyed at his former team mate, who was still chuckling.
Maxwell inhaled strongly before letting it out in an attempt to calm himself. "Okay, okay, I´m sorry." He bit his lip and tried to focus back on digging.
Skipper rolled his eyes and went back to his own burrowing. Maxwell was always like that. He could never be serious, that´s why he sucked at pranks. He would start laughing before the joke was even out.
(so whenever you see a weasel laughing at you, beware of your next move ;)
It had gone awkwardly quiet, so Skipper decided to start a pleasant conversation.
"So, Elyon-"
SPLAT!Another load of sweet smelling earth found its way into his half open beak. Again.
And once again Maxwell started laughing. Only this time Elyon was laughing with him.
"Guys! Not funny!" Skipper shouted annoyed over their giggling. He loaded his shovel and aimed for Maxwell, then re-considered and threw it at Elyon.
In less than five seconds, all hell broke loose.
Mud piles flew from left to right, from right to left and their yelling could be heard all over Bronx.
It was pretty fun. Until Elyon accidently hit Skipper on the head with her shovel and knocked him out.
Maxwell was practically dying while Elyon freaked out and tossed buckets of water over Skipper, trying to get him to wake up.
And that´s the story of how Elyon almost didn´t get her pond.
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