Editers note: hi. okay, so here is part five. ... i actually don't know what i should say. um, enjoy.
Skipper could barely keep his eyes open. He wanted the confort of his bunk, but he knew he was up this early for a reason.
Rico was also up, but was dozing off again. Johnson was woken up by Skipper, but when he realized how early it was, he swore, threatened Skipper not to wake him up again for another hour, and fell back asleep. Skipper didn't bother to wake up Manfredi after that. Kowalski was sleeping like a baby in his bunk. Skipper didn't want to wake him up because of how peaceful he looked. Skipper decided to let him sleep in.
That was an half an hour ago. Now Skipper decided to get Kowalski out of bed. He yawned as he waddled over to where Kowalski was perched. Skipper nudged him with his flipper.
"Come on, Kowalski, wake up. You had your sleep."
Kowalski mumbled under his breath and turned so that he was facing the wall.
Skipper sighed. "Get out bed, time is being wasted. Kowalski!"
Kowalski sighed in his sleep. He started snoring.
Skipper lost his patience. "KOWALSKI! EARTH TO KOWALSKI! GET THE HELL OUT OF YOUR BUNK!"
Kowalski jumped a few inches in the air out of alarm. He landed hard on the concrete floor.
"Ow!" Kowalski yelped, "You didn't have to be so loud. Sheesh."
"Whoa!" Skipper started at Kowalski in bewilderment.
"What?"
"Your voice!"
"...What about my voice?"
"It's deeper."
"Wait, really?"
"Yeah. You're beginning to lose your kid voice."
"I am?" Kowalski was excited.
"Yeah. It's gonna take some getting used to on my part." Skipper was still staring at Kowalski in awe.
Skipper's voice fully changed by the time he was almost thirteen, Johnson and Rico had deep voices, and Manfredi still had a squeaky voice. Now Kowalski's voice was starting to deepen at almost twelve years old.
"I'm a man now!" Kowalski was overly happy.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever. Can you wake up the other two?"
Kowalski shook Johnson awake, who was unsuprisingly angry for being woken up again. But still, he slowly got out of his bunk without puting up a fight. Then Kowalski woke Manfredi, who sighed as he stood up out of his bed. Rico was also now up and ready.
"Good, now everyone is awake." Skipper started, "It is almost seven hundred hours. We want to get out of here at eight hundred hours. Do you all understand?"
The group tiredly mumbled in agreement.
Skipper rolled his eyes. "I said, do you all understand?!"
"Yes!" They shouted.
"Good. Everyone, start getting ready to leave."
Kowalski raised his flipper. "Permission to speak, Sir."
"Permission granted."
"How are we going to leave the zoo? I'm guessing you have a well thought out plan, right?"
"I have left the zoo grounds many times. Completely safe. The zoo staff never notices anything."
Manfredi spoke up. "Um, are you sure?"
Skipper stared down at the young penguin. "That's Sir to you. Are you sure, Sir. And you didn't ask permission to speak, so your question is being ignored." Skipper sighed. "Any other questions?"
The others stood motionless.
"Good. Now get packing."
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TIME: 8:57 AM
LOCATION: MANHATTAN AIRPORT
The penguins snuck around the human-infested grounds, trying to avoid people and security cameras. For them, this was simple due to their lack of size.
A woman's voice spoke into the intercom: "Flight 734 will be arriving in 5 minutes."
"That's our flight!" Kowalski yelped.
"Okay, roll out team."
The penguins hid under a chair in the waiting area where humans were sitting, waiting for their flight to come.
Eventually, the announcer boomed into the intercom: "Flight 734 to Quinto has arrived."
Kowalski shrieked in excitment, which Skipper responed to by covering his beak with a flipper as a way to make him shut up.
The doors opened and a conductor standing at the door signaled the Flight 734 passengers to follow him.
The penguins snuck behind the group of people that got up to go where the conductor was taking them.
The plane was enormous. Kowalski and Manfredi gasped in amazment. Johnson's mouth dropped open. Rico stared up at the aircraft in awe. Even Skipper, who pretended like this was no big deal, was equaly stunned. None of the penguins have seen a plane this close up before. None of the penguins rode on a plane before, except for Rico. He was being taken to the Buffalo Zoo from his old habitat in Antarctica, but he was too young to remember it (Rico was the only one in the group that wasn't born in captivity).
"All aboard!" The conducter said, a fake smile forced upon his face so he could show he was friendly and aproachable to the passengers. He obviously didn't enjoy his job. Skipper could tell by the way he looked that he would rather be doing something else. This was especially hinted when he rolled his eyes at a woman going awfully slow up the steps.
The humans walked up the steps and into the airplane. The penguins followed close behind.
The doors closed once everyone was on the plane and in their assigned seats. The penguins hid on the shelf above the people's heads, where they where squeezed between suitcases. Kowalski was the most uncomfortable by far, due to his minor fear of tight spaces.
Skipper turned to face the claustrophobic penguin. "How long are we going to be on the plane?"
Kowalski said unhappily, "I believe we will be stuck sitting here for... five to eight hours." He cringed at the thought.
"That means we are going to be stuck in this position for that long." Skipper wasn't happy either.
Skipper felt warm breath hit his face in a rhythmic pattern. "Stop breathing on me."
"Sorry," Manfredi whispered.
Skipper sighed. This was going to be a long trip.
Editer's note: is it just me, or are these parts really short?
Skipper could barely keep his eyes open. He wanted the confort of his bunk, but he knew he was up this early for a reason.
Rico was also up, but was dozing off again. Johnson was woken up by Skipper, but when he realized how early it was, he swore, threatened Skipper not to wake him up again for another hour, and fell back asleep. Skipper didn't bother to wake up Manfredi after that. Kowalski was sleeping like a baby in his bunk. Skipper didn't want to wake him up because of how peaceful he looked. Skipper decided to let him sleep in.
That was an half an hour ago. Now Skipper decided to get Kowalski out of bed. He yawned as he waddled over to where Kowalski was perched. Skipper nudged him with his flipper.
"Come on, Kowalski, wake up. You had your sleep."
Kowalski mumbled under his breath and turned so that he was facing the wall.
Skipper sighed. "Get out bed, time is being wasted. Kowalski!"
Kowalski sighed in his sleep. He started snoring.
Skipper lost his patience. "KOWALSKI! EARTH TO KOWALSKI! GET THE HELL OUT OF YOUR BUNK!"
Kowalski jumped a few inches in the air out of alarm. He landed hard on the concrete floor.
"Ow!" Kowalski yelped, "You didn't have to be so loud. Sheesh."
"Whoa!" Skipper started at Kowalski in bewilderment.
"What?"
"Your voice!"
"...What about my voice?"
"It's deeper."
"Wait, really?"
"Yeah. You're beginning to lose your kid voice."
"I am?" Kowalski was excited.
"Yeah. It's gonna take some getting used to on my part." Skipper was still staring at Kowalski in awe.
Skipper's voice fully changed by the time he was almost thirteen, Johnson and Rico had deep voices, and Manfredi still had a squeaky voice. Now Kowalski's voice was starting to deepen at almost twelve years old.
"I'm a man now!" Kowalski was overly happy.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever. Can you wake up the other two?"
Kowalski shook Johnson awake, who was unsuprisingly angry for being woken up again. But still, he slowly got out of his bunk without puting up a fight. Then Kowalski woke Manfredi, who sighed as he stood up out of his bed. Rico was also now up and ready.
"Good, now everyone is awake." Skipper started, "It is almost seven hundred hours. We want to get out of here at eight hundred hours. Do you all understand?"
The group tiredly mumbled in agreement.
Skipper rolled his eyes. "I said, do you all understand?!"
"Yes!" They shouted.
"Good. Everyone, start getting ready to leave."
Kowalski raised his flipper. "Permission to speak, Sir."
"Permission granted."
"How are we going to leave the zoo? I'm guessing you have a well thought out plan, right?"
"I have left the zoo grounds many times. Completely safe. The zoo staff never notices anything."
Manfredi spoke up. "Um, are you sure?"
Skipper stared down at the young penguin. "That's Sir to you. Are you sure, Sir. And you didn't ask permission to speak, so your question is being ignored." Skipper sighed. "Any other questions?"
The others stood motionless.
"Good. Now get packing."
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TIME: 8:57 AM
LOCATION: MANHATTAN AIRPORT
The penguins snuck around the human-infested grounds, trying to avoid people and security cameras. For them, this was simple due to their lack of size.
A woman's voice spoke into the intercom: "Flight 734 will be arriving in 5 minutes."
"That's our flight!" Kowalski yelped.
"Okay, roll out team."
The penguins hid under a chair in the waiting area where humans were sitting, waiting for their flight to come.
Eventually, the announcer boomed into the intercom: "Flight 734 to Quinto has arrived."
Kowalski shrieked in excitment, which Skipper responed to by covering his beak with a flipper as a way to make him shut up.
The doors opened and a conductor standing at the door signaled the Flight 734 passengers to follow him.
The penguins snuck behind the group of people that got up to go where the conductor was taking them.
The plane was enormous. Kowalski and Manfredi gasped in amazment. Johnson's mouth dropped open. Rico stared up at the aircraft in awe. Even Skipper, who pretended like this was no big deal, was equaly stunned. None of the penguins have seen a plane this close up before. None of the penguins rode on a plane before, except for Rico. He was being taken to the Buffalo Zoo from his old habitat in Antarctica, but he was too young to remember it (Rico was the only one in the group that wasn't born in captivity).
"All aboard!" The conducter said, a fake smile forced upon his face so he could show he was friendly and aproachable to the passengers. He obviously didn't enjoy his job. Skipper could tell by the way he looked that he would rather be doing something else. This was especially hinted when he rolled his eyes at a woman going awfully slow up the steps.
The humans walked up the steps and into the airplane. The penguins followed close behind.
The doors closed once everyone was on the plane and in their assigned seats. The penguins hid on the shelf above the people's heads, where they where squeezed between suitcases. Kowalski was the most uncomfortable by far, due to his minor fear of tight spaces.
Skipper turned to face the claustrophobic penguin. "How long are we going to be on the plane?"
Kowalski said unhappily, "I believe we will be stuck sitting here for... five to eight hours." He cringed at the thought.
"That means we are going to be stuck in this position for that long." Skipper wasn't happy either.
Skipper felt warm breath hit his face in a rhythmic pattern. "Stop breathing on me."
"Sorry," Manfredi whispered.
Skipper sighed. This was going to be a long trip.
Editer's note: is it just me, or are these parts really short?
