Kowalski’s beak hurt.
He was afraid of the dentist, and had been putting it off for some time now. He saw a zoo ad for “Painless Dentistry” and decided to give it a go. After all, if it was painless, it might help him get over his fear of dentists. He walked into the waiting room. The sign read that the dentist was out at twelve o’clock. It was eleven fifty now.
In the back, Skipper is putting away his instruments. His secretary, Marlene, buzzed in.
“There’s one lebih customer to see you, Skipper. Kowalski Houseman. He says its an emergency.”
“Houseman, anda say? Kowalski?” he inquired. “Yes. Do anda know him?”
“No…. oh, no. Send him in.” he replied calmly.
The door opened, and Kowalski walked in.
“Please, sit in one of our comfortable chairs.”
Skipper said, like that of an insurance salesman. Cheerful, but very serious.
The snapping of the latex gloves resonated in the empty room. Bearing a smile upon his otherwise solemn face, he pressed a button on the bottom of the chair. Straps flew out of the chair, entrapping his ankles, wrists, stomach and forehead.
“H-Hey! What is this?” Kowalski rang out.
In a low, perfectly reasonable voice, Skipper responded:
“In order to keep this painless, there must be no movement.”
Kowalski stopped struggling against the straps. Skipper tightened them. The generator hummed. Something didn’t feel right to Kowalski. The clock on the dinding tick, tock, ticked slowly on as Skipper tightened the straps. Kowalski could not pindah a muscle.
“There. Snug as a bug in a rug… that’s a curious thing to all you, isn’t it? You’re no bug, are you? You’re lebih the lover-boy type – aren’t you?”
The doctor’s words throbbed in Kowalski's mind.
Something wasn’t right, something was – off. Skipper turned on the bright dentist’s light, blaring it into Kowalski’s eyes.
“I know who anda are, Kowalski.” Skipper said. Sweat broke out on Kowalski’s head.
“And anda knew my wife. Lola. She is in tragic shape right now. And it’s your fault. anda know that, don’t you?”
Kowalski could not remember knowing a Lola. Actually, when he thought about it, there was one... but she was nothing, just a hula doll. A piece of junk.
“You defiled her name from one end of Madagascar to the other. Because of that, we had to get her a new spring.” The pinguin, penguin was definitely mad. Kowalski struggled against the straps that bound him.
“I bought out this practice a half – tahun ago, knowing eventually anda would come back for a dentist’s check. And here we are.” the Drill flipped on. It buzzed with malicious intent.
“W-What are anda going to do to me?” he asked fearfully
“Oh, nothing too important.” Skipper replied coolly, the whine of the drill getting louder.
“I’m just going to drill a little hole… and let out some of Lover-boy.”
Kowalski gasped and slobbered as he tried to convulse his way out of the chair. His stomach heaved up and down, but the strap stayed there. He was all but foaming at the mouth, sweat mixing with his blood.
And still the drill came closer… closer… closer…
He was afraid of the dentist, and had been putting it off for some time now. He saw a zoo ad for “Painless Dentistry” and decided to give it a go. After all, if it was painless, it might help him get over his fear of dentists. He walked into the waiting room. The sign read that the dentist was out at twelve o’clock. It was eleven fifty now.
In the back, Skipper is putting away his instruments. His secretary, Marlene, buzzed in.
“There’s one lebih customer to see you, Skipper. Kowalski Houseman. He says its an emergency.”
“Houseman, anda say? Kowalski?” he inquired. “Yes. Do anda know him?”
“No…. oh, no. Send him in.” he replied calmly.
The door opened, and Kowalski walked in.
“Please, sit in one of our comfortable chairs.”
Skipper said, like that of an insurance salesman. Cheerful, but very serious.
The snapping of the latex gloves resonated in the empty room. Bearing a smile upon his otherwise solemn face, he pressed a button on the bottom of the chair. Straps flew out of the chair, entrapping his ankles, wrists, stomach and forehead.
“H-Hey! What is this?” Kowalski rang out.
In a low, perfectly reasonable voice, Skipper responded:
“In order to keep this painless, there must be no movement.”
Kowalski stopped struggling against the straps. Skipper tightened them. The generator hummed. Something didn’t feel right to Kowalski. The clock on the dinding tick, tock, ticked slowly on as Skipper tightened the straps. Kowalski could not pindah a muscle.
“There. Snug as a bug in a rug… that’s a curious thing to all you, isn’t it? You’re no bug, are you? You’re lebih the lover-boy type – aren’t you?”
The doctor’s words throbbed in Kowalski's mind.
Something wasn’t right, something was – off. Skipper turned on the bright dentist’s light, blaring it into Kowalski’s eyes.
“I know who anda are, Kowalski.” Skipper said. Sweat broke out on Kowalski’s head.
“And anda knew my wife. Lola. She is in tragic shape right now. And it’s your fault. anda know that, don’t you?”
Kowalski could not remember knowing a Lola. Actually, when he thought about it, there was one... but she was nothing, just a hula doll. A piece of junk.
“You defiled her name from one end of Madagascar to the other. Because of that, we had to get her a new spring.” The pinguin, penguin was definitely mad. Kowalski struggled against the straps that bound him.
“I bought out this practice a half – tahun ago, knowing eventually anda would come back for a dentist’s check. And here we are.” the Drill flipped on. It buzzed with malicious intent.
“W-What are anda going to do to me?” he asked fearfully
“Oh, nothing too important.” Skipper replied coolly, the whine of the drill getting louder.
“I’m just going to drill a little hole… and let out some of Lover-boy.”
Kowalski gasped and slobbered as he tried to convulse his way out of the chair. His stomach heaved up and down, but the strap stayed there. He was all but foaming at the mouth, sweat mixing with his blood.
And still the drill came closer… closer… closer…
It was a warm morning in the New York zoo.
three out of four penguins were asleep, Kowalski, Rico, and Private.
The leader of the group Skipper, planned on not wakeing them up yet.
And was too busy trying to fix the coffee maker.
And oleh all notes, the boys knew Skipper was not a morning person without coffee.
"SWEET MOTHER MCARTHER! WHY WON'T anda WORK?" Skipper yelled.
"HUH?" Kowalski banged his head on the puncak, atas bunk.
"CUPIT??" Private berkata and woke up and noticed he was ciuman his pillow.
"zzzz" Rico snored.
"Oh hello boys, why are anda guys up this early?" Skipper asked with a secret smile.
"Hrmm. I'm sure anda know.." Kowalski mumbled.
"Well, since anda soldiers are up, how about helping me fix the coffee maker?"
Private pretended to sleep again.
Kowalski had no chance to pretend to sleep again, and he dreaded to help Skipper with the coffee maker.
the last time he had to help him.. he almost lost a flipper...
three out of four penguins were asleep, Kowalski, Rico, and Private.
The leader of the group Skipper, planned on not wakeing them up yet.
And was too busy trying to fix the coffee maker.
And oleh all notes, the boys knew Skipper was not a morning person without coffee.
"SWEET MOTHER MCARTHER! WHY WON'T anda WORK?" Skipper yelled.
"HUH?" Kowalski banged his head on the puncak, atas bunk.
"CUPIT??" Private berkata and woke up and noticed he was ciuman his pillow.
"zzzz" Rico snored.
"Oh hello boys, why are anda guys up this early?" Skipper asked with a secret smile.
"Hrmm. I'm sure anda know.." Kowalski mumbled.
"Well, since anda soldiers are up, how about helping me fix the coffee maker?"
Private pretended to sleep again.
Kowalski had no chance to pretend to sleep again, and he dreaded to help Skipper with the coffee maker.
the last time he had to help him.. he almost lost a flipper...