rarity: well darling whats your name (levitates a cup of tea) private: my names private i'm british from the london zoo applejack: well nice to meet you private my name's applejack twilight: my names princess twilight sparkle rarity: i am rarity (sips tea) rainbow dash: i'm rainbow dash (fly's fast towards him) private: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah rainbow: (stops) oh sorry i guess you don't like scary things private: (nods) what about the yellow pony over there fluttershy: i am fluttershy private: (sighs) i miss skippah rainbow: i am pretty sure they will find you private: thanks for...
“The Other Man That Doesn’t Exist Yet” December 11, 2014
Skipper stood outside Marlene’s habitat. Earlier that day, the team had snuck into Alice’s office to order some sweet elusive Polish sauerkraut, and Alice had left the sign-up list for the Breeding Program on her computer. Marlene’s name was on it. From the moment he saw it, his heart fluttered. He wasn’t quite sure why. It was just the thought of Marlene feeling as if she needed someone. Why that would bother him was another mystery. He took a deep breath and entered.
“Hey, Skipper! What’s up?” Marlene said as he approached...
After a long day of training, dealing with Julien, and protecting the zoo, Skipper busied himself on a top-secret solo mission. . . .
“You think you’re smooth, Hans, but you’re not as smooth as me. Especially not like . . . this!” Skipper said to the mirror as he held the fake mustache to his beak. He straightened his cowboy hat and shined his sheriff badge. “Now, that’s what I call a rugged Belvidere if I do say so myself.”
Skipper turned at different angles to the mirror as he admired...
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"Breaking news!" the tall, blonde haired news reporter exclaimed. "I'm live to you, from the Arctic! Today, November 26th, 2004, there was an avalanche, spreading across the great portion of a mountain! Luckily, there was only person in its path, and he is only suffering minor injuries. Here he is now!"
Now there was a man, the same man that the group of Arctic animals had saved from the avalanche. The blonde reporter held her microphone up and asked: "How did you manage to get out of that with only a broken nose?"