What I`m working on...

OK. So here are the ages:
Kowalski: 23
Rico: 22
Skipper: 21
Private: 20

After Private says "Don't blame it on the.." then the other penguins say "boogie/sunshine/moonlight" at the same time.
Also, after Private says a line, and then - appears, they say "sunshine/moonlight/goodtimes/boogie" also.

Private:
My baby's always dancin'
And it wouldn't be a bad thing
But I don't get no loving
And that's no lie

We spent the night in Frisco
At every kind of disco
From that night I kissed
Our love goodbye

CHORUS:
Don't blame it on sunshine
Don't blame it on moonlight
Don't blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie

Don't...

Forgive me if this is a bad story...I have read, watched and reacted the amazing tale of Romeo and Juliet many times, but mostly by mysef though. This will be a spin-off version of Romeo and Juliet using some of my many friends. :)

Here we go.....

Kowalski, Rico and myslef were sleeping uptop tonight. I guess gosip got around that someone was fighting with someone and the fight was happening as I speak inside the Hq. I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I tryed my best, but just laid there confused. About 2 hours passed and I couldn't stand just laying there antmore so...Bravely I walk inside....

Skipper: relax Rico is around here somewhere

Kowalski: found him!

Skipper: where?

Kowalski: over there on that block of ice

Private: hes sleeping

Kowalski: more like knocked out

Skipper: lets go check it out

(the guys swim to the ice block)

Skipper: ok but what about Rico?

Kowalski: he'll be fine (checking rico out for injurys)

Private: we're lost!

Skipper: Kowalski try find the map in Rico's belly

Kowalski: what!? I'm not putting my flipper in his belly!

Skipper: fine I'll do it *pushes on Rico's belly*

Rico: *spits out a map*

Skipper: that was easy as cutting pie

Private: where are we then?

Kowalski:...

"Just another round, once things get calmer, I can pull over, I don't see any other civilization outside this asshat's territory," said Kat, driving further out and seeing her gas meter arrow drop lower and lower. "Gotta find a damn gas station, or kegs of gas at least. So long as I have at least 17 gallons or so," said Kat, slowing her Aston Martin slightly. She looked around, not a single gas station in view at all, until she saw a small patch of pavement, and to her eyes, a single gas pump, rising out of the pavement, and seven gas cans laying on their sides, fully closed. "This seems promising,"...

Johnston paced around, watching all the machines add the mechanical parts to Dr. Damion. After about ten minutes, he stopped, Damion was ready to be revitalized. He then added the "skin" which was really just latex, which he put over all the mechanical parts of Dr. Damion, then added the texturing to make it more like skin. He then stood back and looked at his work. "Marvelous, it appears as if he fell asleep and he's going to wake up later on, rather than deceased," said Johnston, marveling at his job. He then attached several wires to Dr. Damion, one at his head, two on each flipper, and...

Denial ain't just a river in Egypt...
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'Why do I feel like this?' wondered Skipper as he lay awake in his stone cold bunk, ' I've been friends with marlene for almost 3 years and I've never felt like this, so why now? DONG! DONG! DONG! "Ahhhhhhhh!" screamed Sky as she fell out of her bunk and covered her ear-holes. "What the heck is that?!?
"That's the zoo bell, Sky! Don't worry, I nevah really liked that bell eithah..." informed Private whilst he put a reassuring flipper around Sky. Skipper got out of his bunk and got some coffee whilst watching...

(Little note: Some things in this chapter will be a teeny tiny bit different to the RP. :P)

As the group sat on the ground, desperately trying to think of ways to save Emma, Kait slipped away, then came back with a armful (or flipperful) of leaves.

"What are you doing lass?" Ashley asked curiously.

"I'm putting these on her cuts, it should stop any more blood loss." Kait explained. She passed a handful of them to Dylan, asking him to help, then began laying some around the wounds. She tied a few around Emma's flippers, and sat back down.

"I hope she'll be a bit better now." Ashley said, patting...