Prolouge: You are entering a wondrous world, outside our own world, taking in it's claims by weird phenomena. Throught the pit of man's fears, and the summit, of his knowledge. This "other world" is one that causes the fall of empires, society, and the deepest of courage, the place I speak of is indeed. The Twilight Zone. -Rod Serling.
The year is 1962, in a beautiful stretch of prairie in Omaha, Nebraska, a happy community of farmers, beer mongers, and the occassional middle class. This community thrived, until, a monster came to town. He would send anything he was displeased with to an area called 'the corn field' which happens to border the Twilight Zone, here are the people living here. Skipper, an able-bodied farmer, worked as a veteran in World War 2, forced to stay happy because of the monster's seduction. Kowalski, the constantly smiling penguin at the porch, he used to study science and technologies, but they were banished by the monster, driven away. Rico, formerly a talkative penguin, until the monster forced him to work in 'the corn field' for days, he is now mute, never speaking again. And of course many other residents, but I forgot, the monster. Private, the monster, don't be fooled by his innocent looks, once those deep, saphire blue, eyes stare at you, think happy thoughts, or you'll regret it.
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Kowalski was sitting at the front stoop, where it would connect to the porch, he smiled, as he always does every day. 'Hey Private, whatcha making over there?' asked Kowalski. Silence, Private continued working in macabre fashion, smiling enigmatically. 'Uhh... Hello? What's that you're making Private?' asked Kowalski again. Hesitating, he finally spoke. 'I'm making an undead gopher 'Walski,' said Private, calmly. Walski, thought Kowalski, his usual nickname, he was so sick of it, disgusted, remembering being turned into a brick wall due to Private's curse, but he couldn't think that way, or he'd end up like Rico, mute, and despaired. 'Well, it's a good gopher you're making there Private, a very good one indeed!!' shouted Kowalski. Private smiled, proud for himself. 'I'm getting sick of this gopher, DIE GOPHA!!' yelled Private, in his squeaky accent. The squirming Gopher fell limp. Dead.... Thought Kowalski. 'Well Private, it's a good thing you killed that ugly little gopher!!' yelled Kowalski cheerfully. 'You can tell Skippah what a good life you two give for me,' said Private, smiling peachy. 'I will Private, but we both gotta get inside, there's a heatwave coming in the west,' replied Kowalski. 'Oh, all righty then 'Walski, I'll go,' said Private. When the sky started to boil, they went inside, panting and sputtering.
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'Private's very talented Skipper, he actually made a gopher die, revive, then die again, isn't that wonderful?' asked Kowalski. 'Of course it is, like he did with those farm pigs, tell us what you did with em again Private?' asked Skipper. 'I turned them into monstas Skippah,' said Private. 'Very good monsters too Private!!' yelled Skipper encouraginly. 'Isn't today Julien's birthday Skipper?' asked Kowalski. 'Oh yeah!! I almost forgot!! We can completely arrange the party, and include Private's music songs there too,' said Skipper. Then, Private began shuffling to the window, frowning at the yard next door. 'Mort won't shut up!! He's too loud, I hate his stupid little tail, I have to send him away,' said Private. Mort was laughing and giggling, until suddenly, he caught fire, screamed, and disappeared. 'Serves him right too.....ermmm... He deserved it,' said Skipper, gulping. 'Now, we better set up his party, and I'll be pleased,' said Private. 'Right away then Private!!' replied Kowalski. 'It bettah have good thoughts in it Skippah, don't displease me again!!' yelled Private. 'Julien's party should start at 5:30pm today then sir,' replied Skipper.
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At the time of Julien's party, almost all people in the town of Omaha had gathered to the small farmhouse to have a free day in the party. 'So we're all here to gather at a special, second special to Private's birthday, let's give a big hand, or flipper, or whatever appendages you have, to Julien!!' cheered Kowalski. When everyone cheered, the cake was cut up, and served to everyone, with Private getting two-thirds of the cake for himself. Rico sat at the piano, waiting for Julien or Private to count him on. 'How about I drink these beer penguin? One or three more!!' yelled Julien. 'Not now Julien, you don't want to displease Private on your day...' whispered Marlene. 'But it's my birthday you silly otter!!' exclaimed Julien, grabbing another bottle of beer. 'Alright Rico, will you play a song for us? A good song?' asked Private, fluttering his eyes innocently, begging. 'Uh huh!!' cheered Rico, flipping his book to another song, he tapped his toes to get the beat, and began to play. Rico played with the most effort he could to play the song, oftentimes switching his left and right feet to tap to the music's beat. Swinging his flippers across the keyboard of the piano around to get the exact right notes. When he finished, everyone clapped, even the gorillas were crying from the beauty of the music.
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'That was very good Rico!! Very good indeed!!' aplauded Kowalski. 'Very excellent vabrado on the measures 5 and 34,' commented Skipper. 'That was more brilliant than the time a London bus ripped off it's roof on a low bridge!! Can you play one more Rico?' asked Private. Rico nodded, and wiggled around in his seat to get comfortable. He sighed, and flipped the book to another song, 'Capriol Suite, Verse 2: Le petite Le petite' that was the name. He tapped his toes again, and began to play, but when he reached the middle of the song, he began to lose focus, something was distracting him, soon, he stopped tapping his toes, and pulled his flippers off the keys. Julien was drunk, singing in a retarded voice 'Amazing Grace' or was it 'Happy Birthday'? 'Julien stop it already fucktard!!' yelled Marlene. 'No cursing Marslene!!' yelled Private. Marslene, the nickname Marlene got when she was sent to mars as punishment. 'Stop singing!! He's trying to play a good song!!' yelled Private. 'Why does he have a stupid voice? He deserves to leave,' said Julien drunkly. 'That's it!! Talk about my accent again, and I'll send you to the deepest part of the cornfield!!' yelled Private menacingly, Continue playing please.' Then Rico, tapped his foot again, and started to play it correctly, until at the last 4 minutes, a loud laugh came from Julien. 'Hahahahaha!! Penguin chubby!! Penguin chubby!! Poot!! I farted myself Penguin chubby!!' yelled Julien, dancing around. 'You are a bad man!! A VERY, BAD MAN!!!' yelled Private, then everyone either gasped as Julien was turned to a Jack-in-the-box, or looked away. 'There, now I send him to where he deserves!!' cried out Private. Then, Julien vanished, without a trace. When Rico finally played again, the party guests left, never returning, now Julien lies in the deepest part of the frontier of a wondrously torturous element, The Twilight Zone.