U.P.F.F. Ch. 5Chapter 5
As usual, No Slash involved. Thank you
Skipper was an early riser that morning. He couldn't think at all, of course, until he had his daily morning coffee. He sat at the table, anticipating the appliance brewing the beverage to be done, he practically face-planted the table top. What an awful night, constantly waking up with that twinge. Not to mention the periodic nightmares. He covered his eyes with one flipper.
"Skipper?" a gravelly voice penetrated his ears. If he had looked up, he would have seen Rico stretching tiredly, confused as to why Skipper was up so early. Rico had a way of knowing when things were wrong. Well, his teammates had always wondered if the heavy-set penguin had a sixth sense to make up for his lack of speech. Rico stared at his leader from across the main room. Skipper finally looked over at him sluggishly. "Can't you see I'm waiting for my coffee?"
Rico approached him, making face something like concern; hard to tell with Rico. The coffee
Un-named PoM FF Ch. 4Chapter 4
"We are too hard on him," Skipper muttered for the third time. "Weren't we?"
"Most likely," Kowalski answered. They stopped outside the fence of the penguin habitat.
They had been circling the habitat behind skippers lead at least eight times. Adding that to the few hours it took to get the fish back into the fridge (it was the day Alice "cleaned" the office), and the day was reaching it's end.
"Do you think we should talk to him?" Kowalski suggested. "He might be pretty heartbroken."
"And why would he be heartbroken?" Skipper snapped, almost as if he were paranoid of Kowalski's theory.
"Well, that fish was a gift. Taking it back was-"
"For his safety, and ours," Skipper interjected, not 100 percent sure of what he had just said. "I'm sure Private will understand."
"Ehff u saee so," Rico grunted. "Glad to see SOMEONE agrees," Skipper said, quick with a reply.
The three entered HQ. They were startled when they saw Private, his back to them and looking at a
Un-named PoM FF Ch. 3 AN: Somethings may not be accurate to the show. Sorry about that. Enjoy
Kowalski jerked awake at the shout of his officer. Private still slept. Skipper shot Kowalski a confused and irritated look. Kowalski smiled awkwardly. "Eh heh, good morning Skipper, sleep well?"
"Like a baby. What happened here?"
Kowalski nudged Private a few times. Private blinked, yawning. "Five more minutes " the young penguin murmured, snuggling deeper into Kowalski's feathers.
"Negatory. Let's move. Morning exercises are in ten minutes."
Kowalski pushed Private away, trying to jolt him awake one more time. He stood up, brushing himself off.
Skipper suddenly plugged his nose. "What's with the bucket?"
"I-I can explain all of this," Kowalski prodded. "See, Private started vomiting so-so I got him a bucket and then he wouldn't get back into bed, a-and then he-"
"I don't need an explanation right now," Skipper interrupted, snapping up one flipper. "What I need is my
Un-named PoM FF Ch. 2 AN: One of the sappy and/or poorly-written chapters. No Slash here, but you may read how you please. I don't mind. Enjoy
"Why am I moving into Kowalski's observation bunk?"
Skipper and Kowalski looked back at Private. Under one flipper, the young cadet held his pillow, and his toy unicorn under the other. He looked more like a child going to a sleepover.
"That's classified information, Private," Skipper retorted. Private was still clearly confused. "Aye-aye, Skippa. You're the boss," he shrugged.
The extra bunk in Kowalski's lab was there for the occasion one of the crewmembers fell horribly ill. They had hoped they would never have to use it. And now, here was Private; naïve, expendable Private, hoisting his things into the rectangular cavity in the wall. Finally, the penguin climbed into the bunk, looking down at the leader and his first mate. "Well, g'night Private," Skipper waddled out of the room; Kowalski behind him. The door shut, leaving Private in th
Un-named PoM FF Ch. 1It was a moderately warm afternoon in Central Park Zoo, one of those un-eventful days. The zoo had closed for the day and Alice had left. On those rare days when something didn't go unexpectedly wrong in a time-period of 22 minutes, the animals in the zoo took some time to themselves. The penguins where occupied with their own tasks.
Skipper, for probably the millionth time, was taking a walk; more for the purpose of triple-checking the perimeter of the zoo, rather than leisure. Days like this were too quiet for the paranoid penguin. Bored out of his mind, Rico was close behind his leader.
As expected, Private was absorbed in the Lunacorn show. He had missed the new episode from yesterday.
Kowalski had locked himself in his laboratory. He had hardly realized how long he had been working. His stomach started to growl irritably. Just one more thing, he thought to himself. Then I'll get a snack. Carefully, a cork in one flipper, a vile of a blue liquid in the ot