This is based off the continuity errors from the forum post "PoM Fails" (it's on there somewhere. i found it about 3 months ago and updated it.) Maybe this will help bring that forum post in use again. Thanks for all who posted for giving me ideas!
"Leaves"
It was a warm summer day in Central Park. Kids were playing in the park, eating snow cones, flying kites, eating snow cones while flying kites, and flying kites while eating snow cones.
The penguins were in a nearby tree, hidden amongst the foliage, spying on the corn dog vendors that were slowly encroaching on the territory of the snow cone vendors.
"Skipper," asked Private, " Why are we spying on the corn dog vendors again?"
On the branch next to him, Skipper replied, turning to look at him and lowering his binoculars, "Because, young Private, they're slowly replacing the snow cones with corn dogs! And they won't stop there! Soon, they'll replace /our/ food, and then they'll replace us! It's a conspiracy! It /HAS/ to be!" he declared.
Private gulped nervously, and let out a shaky "Ok.", but continued, staring at the nearest tree branch , " Um...Skipper?"
"What is it, Private?", Skipper sighed impatiently.
"Have you ever noticed that the leaves are colored like they are in fall? Every time we're in the park, I notice the leaves are like that no matter what season it is, except in Winter."
Turning to his head strategist, Skipper said, "Kowalski, analysis!" , annoyed that he was missing out on seeing what horrors the corn dog vendors were up to.
Kowalski simply shrugged and said, "It's a conspiracy, sir."
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"Red"
"Kowalski?", asked Private, waddling up behind the scientist, startling him so that he nearly dropped his latest invention that he was fixing....again.
"What is it, Private? I'm rather busy at the moment. I've just started working on the repairs for my newest invention."
"Oh. Why are Blowhole's lobsters red?"
"I beg your pardon? What are you trying to ask?"
"Lobsters are only red when they're boiled. I've seen pink ones and even blue ones. but only red ones when they're boiled"
"Hmmm.... i've never given the matter much thought, but you're right."
"So why?"
Kowalski continued to explain while his new invention let out a shower of loud fizzing sparks that drowned out the sound of his voice. Private could hear every word he was saying, though.
"- and that's why the lobsters are red."
"That makes perfect sense! Thanks Kowalski!"
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"Feral"
Private waddled over to Marlene's habitat.
He had a question for her, which he asked immediately after they said hello.
"You know how you went feral when you stepped outside the zoo?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Well when we went to ship Rhonda back, you didn't go feral. Or when the Rat King kidnapped you, or when we hung out with Becky and Stacy when we met them."
"You're right..... hm.... well, I can't think of an answer Private."
He cast his head down, disappointed.
She wasn't done. "But to quote Kowalski," and in her best Kowalski impression, she said, "'There's a scientific term for that....'weird'.'"
"Leaves"
It was a warm summer day in Central Park. Kids were playing in the park, eating snow cones, flying kites, eating snow cones while flying kites, and flying kites while eating snow cones.
The penguins were in a nearby tree, hidden amongst the foliage, spying on the corn dog vendors that were slowly encroaching on the territory of the snow cone vendors.
"Skipper," asked Private, " Why are we spying on the corn dog vendors again?"
On the branch next to him, Skipper replied, turning to look at him and lowering his binoculars, "Because, young Private, they're slowly replacing the snow cones with corn dogs! And they won't stop there! Soon, they'll replace /our/ food, and then they'll replace us! It's a conspiracy! It /HAS/ to be!" he declared.
Private gulped nervously, and let out a shaky "Ok.", but continued, staring at the nearest tree branch , " Um...Skipper?"
"What is it, Private?", Skipper sighed impatiently.
"Have you ever noticed that the leaves are colored like they are in fall? Every time we're in the park, I notice the leaves are like that no matter what season it is, except in Winter."
Turning to his head strategist, Skipper said, "Kowalski, analysis!" , annoyed that he was missing out on seeing what horrors the corn dog vendors were up to.
Kowalski simply shrugged and said, "It's a conspiracy, sir."
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"Red"
"Kowalski?", asked Private, waddling up behind the scientist, startling him so that he nearly dropped his latest invention that he was fixing....again.
"What is it, Private? I'm rather busy at the moment. I've just started working on the repairs for my newest invention."
"Oh. Why are Blowhole's lobsters red?"
"I beg your pardon? What are you trying to ask?"
"Lobsters are only red when they're boiled. I've seen pink ones and even blue ones. but only red ones when they're boiled"
"Hmmm.... i've never given the matter much thought, but you're right."
"So why?"
Kowalski continued to explain while his new invention let out a shower of loud fizzing sparks that drowned out the sound of his voice. Private could hear every word he was saying, though.
"- and that's why the lobsters are red."
"That makes perfect sense! Thanks Kowalski!"
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"Feral"
Private waddled over to Marlene's habitat.
He had a question for her, which he asked immediately after they said hello.
"You know how you went feral when you stepped outside the zoo?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Well when we went to ship Rhonda back, you didn't go feral. Or when the Rat King kidnapped you, or when we hung out with Becky and Stacy when we met them."
"You're right..... hm.... well, I can't think of an answer Private."
He cast his head down, disappointed.
She wasn't done. "But to quote Kowalski," and in her best Kowalski impression, she said, "'There's a scientific term for that....'weird'.'"
a tribute to Penguin of Madagascar
please comment it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
Penguin of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
Join together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I love them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live Penguin of Madagascar
You will never be forgotten
please comment it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
Penguin of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
Join together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I love them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live Penguin of Madagascar
You will never be forgotten
This is my first fan fiction. Hope you enjoy it! Oh, and if you were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my home could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt or a grocery store. Still, the only good food I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The wall belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my home could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt or a grocery store. Still, the only good food I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The wall belonged to the Central Park Zoo!