Note: This is the concluding chapter. I've really had a good time writing this fanfiction. Thanks to all of your awesome comments. After this I plan to post another one.

They all remained hugging, until Nigel realized a primary detail in their triumph missing. The Red گلہری, جائے وقوع had escaped! Only he was unoblivious to this.
S: "I'm so proud of you, Young Private. You're a hero."
P: "Well, I must have got that from you, Skippa. I'm sorry for arguing with you. Are آپ mad at me for running away?"
S: "No, Private آپ saved my life. How could I be mad at آپ for that, now?"
Private smiled an enormous grin.
N: "Looks like I've got another mission."
Nigel said, gesturing toward the untied rope.
N: "Private, I know last time آپ were almost آپ know..., but آپ really showed your courage today. I was wondering if آپ would enjoy doing missions with me. Just the two of us."
P: "Every mission?"
Nigel nodded. Private turned to Skipper and gave him a worried look.
S: "No matter what آپ choose, you'll always be my son, forever."
Private wordlessly dug out from a blue box one of his most cherished positions, and handed his میں butterscotch, بوٹرسکوٹچ lolly to Skipper. Tears drizzled down the little penguin's cheeks. Skipper knew what was coming next. His little soldier would walk out the hatch, and leave him forever. He wanted to stop him but couldn't. Even if he could've, would he? He thought, but realized he was being selfish and stopped thinking those thoughts.

---Flashback---
Skipper was just a chick. Playing in the antartic snow, he heard an vicious arguement between his parents brewing. His father angrily stomped off, but Skipper stopped him.
S: "Dad, where are آپ going?"
His father stopped and turned his head to look at his son from over his shoulder. He bent over and handed him a dog tag. (SD = Skiper's dad)
SD: "My father gave me this, and his father got it from his. Take good care of it, son. Goodbye, Skipper."
Skipper watched him head off, but never came back. Later that night, Skipper went looking for his father. Instead of finding his father, he got lost in the middle of a treacherous blizzard. His desperate cries for help weren't heard. Finally he managed to trudge into a cave for shelter. There he provided for his self alone, he never found his way ہوم again.

---H.Q.---
He would soon have to see his own son walk off, he thought.
S: "Now, I have something for you, Private."
Skipper opened a box out from a shelf, and seized the glimmering dog tag. The leader held the meaningful object in his extended flipper. Private carefully picked up the dog tag.
S: "This was my father's dog tag, who got it from his father."
Private's eyes glowed while looking at the important possesion that Skipper had gave to him. Cautiously and slowly he put it around his neck.
P: "Thank you, Skipper!"
S: "You're welcome, Young Private. Don't forget us, kid."
P: "I'll never forget any of you."
Kowalski and Rico rushed over to Private and hugged him.
N: "Private, we need to hurry."
P: "Okay, uncle Nigel, I'm ready."
The sobbing team witnessed Private, this time for good, slip out of there lives.
M: "Skipper, Kowalski, Rico, I'm so sorry."
Skipper ran out of the H.Q., and cried. Kowalski ran after him.
K: "You knew, he wasn't going to stay here forever, Skipper."
S: "I know,"
Marlene and Rico strode out of the H.Q.
Skipper's wary eyes followed Private and Nigel, until they got to the zoo exit. He couldn't stand to watch his son just leave.
K: "We should probably go back inside. It's getting chilly."
They one سے طرف کی one کے moped, موپیڈ through the hatch. In the middle of their despair, each one heard rapid footsteps. All of them ignored it, thinking they were just hearing things they wanted to hear, so they didn't even look.
P: "Wait!"
Private came running up out of breath from doing so the whole way.
S: "I thought آپ were going with your uncle-"
P: "I changed my mind!I want to stay with آپ guys!"
K: "I'm so happy you're staying!"
R: "Yay!"
P: "Skipper, آپ might want this back, now."
Private کہا taking off his Skipper's dog tag.
S: "You know what, Private? I think this looks really good on you, keep it."
Skipper winked, and everything was back to normal in a little while.

---Lights out---
Everybody was in their own bunk. They all had been asleep for awhile until Skipper heard Private call for him.
P: "Skipper, are آپ awake?"
S: "I was, but what's wrong?"
P: "I'm sorry, Skipper. I can't sleep."
S: "Alright, try to."
Skipper sang Private the lulaby he had sang the first time he met him. Before he was finished Private was already asleep.
S: "Good night, Private. Sweet dreams, soldier."
Skipper gave his son a 'good night' peck on the head.
P: "Good night, dad - I mean -"
S:"Shh. Get some sleep."