So many naughty ducklings in Redd's pond. I

DO
NOT
APPRECIATE IT.

TURTLE-MAN THING! That was very rude of you. STRIKE ONE!

ANNA TWO FOUR FIVE SIX THREE! The world is not your oyster, and neither is Reddy's ship. Keep your teeth to yourself!

MISTER TANVIR HARRIS. That was not through the proper legal channels. Corporal punishment is a ( Read more... )

I hate when my afternoon tea is interrupted by news of your restlessness, my little barnacles.

Some of you should know better by now.

Anthony, and Brynhildr...

STRIKE ONE.

And you, Ironhide.

You used your warning, my little rusted pile of scrap metal. Punching people is not allowed on Redd's ship. Neither is breaking fingers.

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HRUMPH!

I prefer MUSTARD.

Bass!
Phoenix!
Damas!
Kevas!
Ridley!
Vincent!
Zuko!
Roll!
Cyrus!
Mimmi!
Isabella!

FIRST STRIKE!

Bass!
Ridley!

Courtesy tickets to the brig for you!

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[Redd's voice pipes up over ShipNET. Is it strange or does he sound rather menacing?

Vincent. Ganondorf. Link. Pamela. Azula. Gideon.

Don't think that Captain Redd has forgotten about any of you.

You've all been very, very bad.

Pamela. Gideon. Gullible little bobbins.

STRIKE ONE.

Do you hear me? Strike one. Next time is a punishment, duckies ( Read more... )

Mr. Viking fang-face. Yes. YOU. Mr. Eric-I-snub-the-good-captain's-courteous-offer-of-cruelty-free-nourishment-Northman.

Naughty, naughty, naughty.

Captain Redd meant to give you a warning, but you've been such an INDUSTRIOUS, busy little bee, that he has no choice but to show you the consequences of your actions ( Read more... )

Goodness. My goodness, duckies. Haven't worked off all your ADRENALINE from dealing with darling Jennifer, have you?

Mr. Stampede. Chairs are for sitting. I realize this is a very confusing and perplexing action for your mind to grasp, so I suggest you find someone smarter to teach you how to properly achieve such a result. STRIKE ONE.And as for ( Read more... )

HANCOCK.

My darling little ~rooster~ of steel.

That isn't what I put tables there for, sweet poppet!

STRIKE ONE!

Tsk, tsk... Mister Arlend... that's not what we do here and Lenny! She's very disappointed in you yes she is.

STRIKE ONE~

And as for you Господин Yugorsky, I beliiiieve you were on notice already. Being big doesn't give you leave to pick on others, now does it!

[Oleg's favored use of table legs has not escaped the Captain's notice. For five days ( Read more... )

What a mess, what a mess. Uncle Redd simply must take time away from his very important work to keep the duckies in line, must he?

Oh, thank you Gambler.

HARUMPH.

Donatello and Leonardo. STRIKE ONE.

April O'Neil. ALSO STRIKE ONE.

Bass. STRIKE ONE AGAIN!

And do remember that this isn't baseball, my fledgelings. One is all you get.

Oh come now this one wasn't nearly as bad as the last... he doesn't even sparkle. There's just no pleasing some people!

MISTER KING!!

~strike one~