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It was a new day for the young phantom, and his first day at a new school. It was about 9:30, and most of the students were already almost at school. As for Yama, he was still lying in his bed, snoring, with drool running down his mouth and a snot bubble in his nose. The alarm clock was only two seconds away from ringing, and as soon as it hit zero, it buzzed loudly. Kanae's eyes opened quickly, and he jumped up, landing on the cold floor with a thud. He got up, rubbed his head, and mumbled a few swear words. "God damn!... shit!... that really hurt..." Before he could finish his sentence, he looked over at his alarm clock for a brief moment, and then he started running to his closet. |
He pulled out a school uniform that he had been given a couple of days ago from the school. It was a black button shirt with the letter D on it, and he had a pair of khakis that he also had to wear. He also had some black sneakers that he wore a lot. He put them on his body, then went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Afterwards, he grabbed his backpack and his keys, and he also grabbed a ghost trapper that he had made, which looked like a tazer. He was now ready to go, and he ran out of the house. Before he left, he yelled inside his empty home, saying "Bye, I'm leaving now!" |
He ran off to his school at a fair speed, pulling his phone out of his pants pocket to check the time. His eyes widened, and then he stopped for a brief minute, took a deep breath, and clapped his hands together. His eyes turned blue, and smoke formed around him for a minute, and he was in his ghost form. He got into a running position with a big ghost-like smile and began to run. He was running as fast as the speed of light, making sure not to trip over anything. Moments passed, and most of the students were already there. Kanae just arrived and was out of breath as soon as he touched the door handle of the school. He walked in, and his eyes returned to their natural state. He couldn't believe how huge the school was; he felt like an ant in the whole school. |
He walked around to see if he knew anyone from his other schools. While he continued to walk, he got a little sidetracked as he was looking at a poster with a picture of his hero, Kyojin, on it. The poster said, "I became a ghost hunter, why not you!" Kanae continued looking at it, and then he fell to the ground and began to rub his head. He looked up and saw another kid who looked about five feet and twelve inches tall. He was only taller than Kanae by three inches, but that wasn't anything significant. Kanae waved his hand and smiled, signaling that he didn't mean to run into him. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going! My bad!" Kanae said, dumbfounded. |
The kid looked down at him and glared, extending his arm and grabbing Kanae by his shirt. He looked him dead in the eye and said, "To hell with the apologies!... Hmmmm... do you know who I am!" Kanae nodded and then glared at him a bit. "I guess you must be new then... I'm Kazuha Tagashi! The top nightmare of everyone in this school!... and you are?" Kazuha said. Kanae glared at him and then barked, "None of your damn business! That's who I am!" he yelled at him. Kazuha smirked at him evilly and then slammed him against the wall. "Aren't you tough!... Now listen, I know who you are, Kanae Hagashi! You're the phantom who wants to become a ghost hunter... well, guess what! That will never happen because a phantom cannot and never will become a ghost hunter, no matter how much you try! Now, tell me what I just said!" Kazuha said, still eyeing him. |
Kanae gritted his teeth a bit, clenched his fist, and then glared into Kazuha's eyes. "Let go of me!" Kanae said with a stern voice. "Not until you say you give up on your dream!" Kazuha said, still smirking. Kanae's eyes flared up wide open, and then he gritted his teeth and head-butted him in the face, causing Kazuha to drop him. Kazuha covered his face for a minute and then glared at him, smiling evilly with bloodlust, and began to walk up to him. "Oh, you're dead, Casper!" he yelled angrily. |
Before Kazuha could get his hands on Kanae for head-butting him, Kazuha ended up hearing a loud, deep voice say, "HEY! YOU TWO STOP IT, AND YOU, KAZUHA, GO TO CLASS!" The voice yelled, and then Kazuha glared at Kanae and said, "Oh, your luck is friendly, ghost! Because I was gonna send you to your grave under!" He said as he began to walk away. Kanae glared at him for a moment and then looked up and saw a very tall man who looked like he could be in his forties or fifties. He had a long black goatee and was wearing a black suit. He looked at Kanae with a smile and then reached his hand out to Kanae. "Mr. Hagashi!... please come with me to my office," the man said to the curly-haired hero. |
To be continued... |
(I hope you guys are enjoying this chapter, because this chapter will have a part 2 to it, or maybe 3. But yeah, this will be a great series, and don't worry, I'll try to get a computer drawing pad so I can draw the characters and show what they look like. But yeah, guys, I'll try to put out the 2nd part of this chapter tomorrow or the next day, ok... peace.) |
Genre: cartoons |
Chapter 1 |
Title: One To Embody Power, Another To Crave It, A Third Along For The Lulz |
Author: pronker |
Era: Movie-Verse, fifty minutes prior to the film's beginning. |
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this fanfiction set in Dreamworks' franchise The Penguins of Madagascar, which I do not own. |
Summary: Survival of the fattest. |
A squabble didn't last long in a March of the Penguins. For one thing, adults had learned by a certain age how to defuse, contain, and laugh off their differences for the thirty-mile trek. It remained for the youngest to heed their elders' example, and some of the youngest took longer to pick up hints on how to play well with others. |
Skipper, for instance, was one of them. "What's the holdup?" he asked. |
Kowalski eyed his new friend. "Statistically, Skipper, we all waddle at an average speed of—" |
"Aw, you're going over my head again, Smarty Beak," Skipper said, pacing in circles because scowling at the towering black back in front of him didn't work to hustle it along. "I just want to move." |
It had taken only two minutes after making his acquaintance for Kowalski to figure out that moving formed Skipper's raison d'être. There was probably a song to be written about that, but for the moment, he was more interested in a rotund penguin their own age, belly sliding up to them past adults waiting in line like patient bowling pins due for a seven-ten split. |
"Ahgrommtzmoooov," said the newcomer. |
Kowalski noticed the recent scar savaging the edge of the left eye, scoring through the beak as it ripped down into newly regrowing neck feathers. He didn't want to stare and focused on the words instead. "What's that you say?" What dialect was this? He thought it was Hamarskaftet Nunatak, but he'd need more research to confirm his hypothesis. He could tell that the voice had changed some time ago, like his own. |
Skipper pounced on the bird as a distraction from inactivity. "Hi! My name's Skipper! I know kung fu!" |
A grin big as all outdoors split the beak of the half-grown penguin. "Rico." |
Skipper seemed untroubled by any strange accent as he plunged into what he did best. "Well, Rico, this here is Kowalski, and we're bored stiff. C'mon, let's you and me change it up." He bobbed and weaved like Chayaphon Moonsri, surprisingly light on his feet for such a chunky young penguin, as he punched the air. He caught Rico's glance askance at his shorter stature. "Aw, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." |
The small bird, with an ego the size of the Pantanal at full flood, analyzed Kowalski as reality tempered the glow of new friendship. Nevertheless, he wanted to do something, as well. "I'll be umpire." |
Both of the other penguins burst out laughing. "Umpire?" |
"Yahumpirehawhawhaw!" |
Kowalski tried again. "Shimpan?" |
There was dead silence as Rico and Skipper traded glances. "Um, yeah, Rico, Kowalski is the brainy one, so I just throw his big fish words like 'recalcitrant' back into the gobbledygook pool." |
This might kill a friendship, new or, um, newer. "Take that back!" |
The audience factor likely played a big part in the tussling takedown of all three by all three as they spun out of the line: Kowalski smarting over being dismissed by Skipper in front of Rico, while Skipper wanted to show Rico the ropes about how to fit into 'tween penguin society, at least the way he saw it, with Rico simply pining to show off what he could do. Soft snowflakes flew everywhere in the flurry until the scuffling threesome reached harder-packed snow, and Rico had had enough. He coughed, wheezed, and hacked after he toppled over until both Kowalski and Skipper stopped throwing wild punches. They gathered around in concern. |
"What is it? What's the matter, buddy?" |
"Do you have asthma? Where is your inhaler? Show me quick, Rico!" Kowalski always knew his nurturing instinct would push him into a leader's position if the situation called for it. |
Rico ceased breathing. He added a convincing rattle. |
"No!" Kowalski pounded on Rico's chest, or meant to; in his panic, he hit the belly again and again. |
Skipper edged away, noticing for the first time that the three of them had moved the venue of their bout quite a distance from the stalled March of the Penguins. "I'll get backup!" |
Before Skipper could belly slide for help, a rainbow-colored silk parachute blossomed out of Rico's gut. It ballooned over the three birds to trap them inside, and it was only long after the incident that either Kowalski or Skipper could piece together what happened next. Kung fu-ing with both flippers inside a gaily colored straightjacket that fuzzed his sight, Skipper registered that some penguin upended him with what seemed like super strength and slammed his head upon the gritty ice underfoot. "Gah! Wh-What? Stop it! Emergency! Got to get backup—" |
Kowalski heard the desperate words as he concentrated on stop-drop-rolling upon the ice, thinking to spin out from under the enveloping shroud. What occurred was that he tangled himself further. Shroud, he thought, they'd need a shroud for Rico if he didn't free himself so he could search for Rico's inhaler, which must have fallen along their squabbling path. "Eeeeeeeyurgh, I'm trapped! Rico, hang in there! I'll give you beak to beak if I can't find your inhaler—" |
Grunts, thumps, and a series of "ouches" in Skipper's voice that hadn't changed yet reached Kowalski's earholes. He bellowed back in his premature baritone. "Skipper, I'm your backup! Oh, if I only knew better curses than 'dang it'—" |
Something resembling a laced whalebone corset compressed his flippers and squeezed them against his body. Kowalski felt his breath sluice out of him until he couldn't breathe, either. The pressure kept up until he saw spots. Ooh, pretty little bubbles like dolphins make, he wondered in amazement. I wonder how they taste? He stuck out his tongue in a daze, and then air pumped into his lungs. The bubbles popped. |
Between Skipper's angry mutters and Kowalski's befuddled "huhs" came the whisper of rainbow silk whisking off to drift away in the stiff Antarctic wind. Kowalski and Skipper gasped like babies in a gale as Rico posed before them, hale and hearty. |
He fixed them with an arched brow and disciplinarian gaze. "Nuffnao, Kwoskii. Nuffnao, 'Kippaaahhh." He patted his gut. "More where zhat came from." He started to say something else and settled for batting his baby blues at them before rumbling "thanx." |
"So you're okay? And you can do weirdo stuff with your blubbery belly?" Kowalski halted at a warning frown. "Um, well, it is. Sorry if the truth hurts." |
Rico glowered before breaking into a sunny smile that showcased his good nature. He bounced his spare tire with a gleam of pride. "Eh, whayagonnado?" |
"What was this, a lesson—oh, I get it." Skipper rubbed his head. "You pounded some sense into us." Rico and Kowalski swiveled to stare at him. "Okay, okay, mostly into me." He nudged Kowalski. "Science Boy, he squeezes like grinding pack ice, doesn't he? You look like a pipefish." |
Kowalski sized up Skipper. "And your head is a—" |
"All right, point taken." |
"Taken off, you mean," Kowalski jabbed back. He was willing to be a friend and follow this dynamo of a penguin, but that didn't mean he diluted his own spice. He passed some sauce along to Rico just to be fair. "What did you do to your top feathers? Did your mama fix them this morning?" |
Rico drew himself up as he curled a flipper into a fist. "Aye, she did." |
Skipper stepped in fast to lead them from the brink of disaster. "Guys, guys, mamas are off limits, agreed?" |
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