হাঃ হাঃ হাঃ "the ইঁদুর king"

This was based of a dream I had inside a dream with the penguins of madagascar mixed with an old western movie I hope আপনি like it:)

It was a usual দিন for the penguins. Skipper and the rest of the penguins were at a conference with the lemurs, chimps, and Marlene at the gift shop. It was all going well until......boom!!!!!
"What in the world was that?!" yelled Marlene looking at the penguins in shock.
"I don't have the faintest." Says Skipper looking toward Kowalski in curiosity.
"I must have left my latest invention on at the HQ it probably over loaded its system." Then kowalski walk out...

S=skipper,k=kowalski,p=privat,D:derater
[The Hidden]
-Take one, action!
S:"Pop ক্যুইজ troups! What can't we trust?"
K:He scribles in his note book. Then looks up at the leader. Who was staring at him."...What?" Every one just kept staring at him. "what?" He says confused looking around at every one."Are we rolling?"
S:"Uuuh kinda Kowalski!"
K:"Oh! Sorry, sorry. Uuh, can we restart that?
Good, again sorry."

-Take two, and action!
S:"Pop ক্যুইজ troups! What...what uuuh? whats my lines again?" Skipper says looking at his team and rasing his eye brow in confusen.
P:He goes up to Skipper and wispers...

"Anybody have any suggestions on why X did it?"

We were all seated around the stone table. The HQ was on full lock down so that nobody –the lemurs – could disturb us while we were planning everything out. Kowalski took out his clipboard. "There have been complaints of an animal stealing stuff and terrifying children lately. Perhaps X thought that ফ্রেড was the culprit and decided that if he handed him in, he would get his job back."

Private chuckled. "Why would anyone think that ফ্রেড was mean? He wouldn't even hurt a fly."

We all looked at him. "Well," ব্যক্ত Private, "not intentionally at least."...

It was a normal Friday morning, for the Penguins. Skipper was having his fish-coffee, Kowalski was experimenting, Rico was helping him, and Private was watching the 0800 hours airing of the Lunacorns. As Skipper gulped down the last of the brown liquid, he glanced at the clock.
"Alright, men," he annouced, placing down his mug. "Zoo hours start in fifteen minutes. Time to get your tail-feathers top-side, and your act in gear!" Each of the Penguins stopped what he was doing, and was top-side in a flash.

"Today is a field-trip day," Skipper told his men, pacing up and down in front of them. "We...