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Operation: Blackout by CP-Gabriella, literature

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Operation: Blackout

"Gabby, I'm going to get ready for an interview with Aunt Arctic, I'll pick you up food on the way home." I said walking into his room. "Dad, can I use your latest invention while you're gone?" I asked. "Absolutely not! You cannot use any of my gadgets without my supervision!" Dad replied. "Why not? It's not like I going to damage anything!" I said. "You don't know that! You could press the wrong button, spill water on the invention, or God knows what!" Dad said. "I'm tired of you treating me like I'm 5!" I exclaimed in frustration. "Gabriella Garianna Galaxy Gadget! don't you dare raise your voice to me! I'm just trying to keep you saf

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Why him on washing duty!?! by Skyfi96, literature

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Why him on washing duty!?!

… He got it in a muddle… Gary was one of the firsts to emerge from his room the next morning. (Hidden rooms in the EPF for agents to sleep in… huh, I’m so imaginative ^^) Soon Dot, PH, Jet Pack Guy and a couple of Tech Agents joined him, also waiting at their doors. “Rookie better not be late today…” Dot said sternly, already dressed in her black shirt and denim-grey skirt. “Rookie better not have messed up today. Remember what happened last time?” one of the Tech Agents recalled, causing the others to groan in annoyance. Gary exchanged a glance with PH; the puffle handler looking

He Wrote to Me! He Remembers Me! by Aunt-Arctic, journal

He Wrote to Me! He Remembers Me!

Mar 26, 2013

Good news everyone! I just got a letter from an old friend of mine! His name is Tyler. He might come to Club Penguin! Okay, you might be a little confused so I will start from the beginning. Before I lived in Club Penguin, Antarctica, I lived in a zoo in London. I had a friend named Tyler. He was different from all the penguins in the group because he had autism. Everyone teased him and treated him horribly. I was the only one who understood him. So the letter said that he was doing well now, and might come to Club Penguin! And if he does, well that would just be awesome! Che

Silhouette: Chapter 2 - Team Alliance by Bubblegum423, literature

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Silhouette: Chapter 2 - Team Alliance

Bubblegum awoke the next morning with a headache. After yesterday's party, which had ended up running until 10pm, she had hoped to get some good shuteye before work the next day. Unfortunately for her, her orange puffle, Xavier, found his way into the cookie jar at three in the morning and got into a crazy sugar rush. Bubblegum did her best to get him under control, but it proved futile until the puffle ran himself down and eventually fell asleep atop the fridge. Needless to say, he had made a huge mess in his rampage, and that meant cleaning up for the poor penguin and not getting back to sleep until 4:30am. As she got out of bed, Bubblegum

A Friend in An Enemy - Part 1 by Bubblegum423, literature

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A Friend in An Enemy - Part 1

Bubblegum423 peered out from behind the tree she was hiding behind, curious as to what was making all the rustling. She had been exploring the outer reaches of the wilderness of Club Penguin that afternoon when she heard some strange noises coming from a clearing a little ways away from where she was. She had gone at once to investigate, and when she saw the source of the noise, she nearly gasped out loud in surprise. A big, white, and very fluffy polar bear was stuck in a thorn bush a couple of yards away. And not just any big, white, fluffy polar bear; it was the EPF’s sworn enemy, Herbert P. Bear Esquire. Apparently, he had been try