Private ran back to the island, jumping into the fishbowl hole. At the same time, Skipper was doing the same thing. They each bonked on the head, bouncing off of each other and landing on opposite sides of the fishbowl.
“Ugh. Skipper? What are آپ doing up and about?” Private asked
“I could ask آپ the same question!”
“No آپ couldn’t, I only – well, yeah, آپ could.”
“So what WERE آپ doing, Private?” They both stood up, staring the other down.
“I asked first.”
“But I’m your commanding officer.”
“You were demoted.”
“I still outrank you.”
“Fine, I was chasing my girlfriend.” Private caved
“Your WHAT?!” Skipper was furious
“My girlfriend. Her name’s – Brook.”
“Not Brook Feizi?”
“You know her?”
“I know her father.” Skipper کہا in a spiteful tone
“Well, don’t judge her because of her father. She’s been captured now, and its because she was relaying secret information on Hans’s plan for world domination to me. Its my fault, I wasn’t fast enough when she needed me.” Private slumped to the ground.
Skipper walked behind him and patted him on the head. “I met her a few years پہلے too. She did seem like a nice young penguin. I’m happy for you.” Private looked up. This was the first time he had seen Skipper’s face in the light since bedtime.
“Skipper – are those lipstick stains on your face?” he asked
Skipper froze. “Ah, no. What makes آپ say that?”
“Well, they’re in the shape of lips, they’re red, and they’re all over your cheek and beak.”
“I was, uh, experimenting.”
“With Lipstick? Skipper…”
“The closet’s bigger than آپ think.”
“What? What does a closet have to do with anything?” Then he remembered. The HQ “closet – tunnel” lead to all the other habitats.
“You’ve been sneaking off to see Marlene, haven’t you?!” He declared. Skipper smiled.
“Bingo.”
“Well, that’s good. I always knew آپ two would get together.”
“Really?”
“Well, it was a bit obvious. Back to MY mission, though. She’s been captured and is in trouble! She needs help!”
“Private, I admire آپ for being bold enough to go off to find her, but this is one time where we simply can not! Buck Rockgut is on us like flies on sticky tape, and I have a life here. I can’t just leave it all behind while آپ pursue your - fantasies.”Skipper کہا harshly.
Private gasped. “How could you? I would never fantasize about her like that! What if Marlene was captured? Would آپ go?”
“Well, of course. That’s different.”
“How?”
“Because… Well, because… because I کہا so!” Private folded his flippers in a mixture of defiance and impatience.
“Look, I’ll help آپ get to the road. I’ll do that much for you.”
“Well, thank you, Skipper.” Private gritted his teeth. They shut the fishbowl over the cover and walked along the path. Suddenly, a brief gagged scream was heard from across the path.
“MARLENE!” Skipper cried. He jumped into her habitat, running into her cave - where she was not. The place was a mess, the پاپ کارن, پوپکارن lights shining shadows onto the looming walls. Skipper searched frantically. Anger boiling within him, he came out to Private.
“Private, we are going after Brook and Marlene! Wake up the others!” Private and Skipper ran back into the HQ. Private woke up Kowalski slowly while Skipper worked on Rico. They managed, just barely, to get them up with out waking Rockgut. Once they had them all awake, they went up topside to plan what to do. Private started off سے طرف کی explaining about his girlfriend, Brook. Skipper told them that he had been secretly going out with Marlene for about a ماہ یا so now. Both of them needed help, but Rockgut was going to need detained.
“Couldn’t we just lock him in the closet?” Private suggested.
“Sweet, Naïve Private. He’ll just walk out into one of the other habitats and find us.”
“Boogy oogy zip snip” کہا Rico
“He’s right. We could use the spare straitjacket.” Kowalski agreed
“Spare? آپ mean to say we have another, Kowalski?”Private asked
“Um. No.” Skipper answered.
“But Kowalski just کہا - ”
“Forget what he said. We have a strait jacket, end of story.” Skipper was final in his demands. Rico tossed the white جیکٹ from his gullet. It landed in Private’s flippers.
“Eww.” He muttered. They crept back down to the bunks. They snuck up on Rockgut’s sleeping form, ready to toss it over him. A shadow started rising behind them.
“Nice try boys. Looks like you’ll have to do مزید than that to stop me.” Rockgut laughed behind them. They twirled in confusion. Sure enough, what they thought was Rockgut on the bunk was actually a few black pillows and a white sheet.
They got into their fighting positions. Rockgut got into his, ready to take all of them down at once.
“Skipper, Rockgut is stronger and faster than all of us combined. We won’t be able to stop him.”
“Oh, but I don’t plan to stop him. Just him for a little bit.” Skipper smiled. The others looked confused. What was Skipper planning? Skipper crouched down lower, and then - ran off. To the laboratory.
“Well, thanks, Skipper!” Private shouted sarcastically as they battled with the Mad Penguin. It was a vicious battle, mostly Rico throwing weapons at Buck, Kowalski and Private fighting on either side of him. Rico spat a baseball bat at him, which Rockgut grabbed midair and swung it at all three of them in a single arc. All three landed beneath the Privates first Prize fish.
Skipper ran back out into the HQ, holding a rather odd bomb - type thing. “Formation ZZtop!” He shouted, firing the gun. The bomb went off, smoking and sizzling. Smoke filled the HQ, and the smoke caused Rockgut to fall asleep.
The other penguins walked outside and let the smoke clear as much as they could get it. Rico regurgitated a پرستار to try and blow it out. In minutes, they were back downstairs putting a straitjacket on him. They put tape over his mouth, letting him breath through his beak nostrils. They dragged him over into the closet and locked all the tunnels/door.
“Now that we have him contained, how are we going to get to Staten Island?” Private asked.
“We could try out my new invention, the Directional multifunctional Transporter machine.” Kowalski suggested
“A transporter? آگ کے, آگ it up!” Skipper ordered.
Kowalski ran to his lab and got the equipment.
In seconds, they were all placing blue baseball helmets on their heads. It had a number of gizmos and gadgets on them. Once they were all situated, Kowalski pressed a button on his helmet, and they disappeared from Central Park.
“Ugh. Skipper? What are آپ doing up and about?” Private asked
“I could ask آپ the same question!”
“No آپ couldn’t, I only – well, yeah, آپ could.”
“So what WERE آپ doing, Private?” They both stood up, staring the other down.
“I asked first.”
“But I’m your commanding officer.”
“You were demoted.”
“I still outrank you.”
“Fine, I was chasing my girlfriend.” Private caved
“Your WHAT?!” Skipper was furious
“My girlfriend. Her name’s – Brook.”
“Not Brook Feizi?”
“You know her?”
“I know her father.” Skipper کہا in a spiteful tone
“Well, don’t judge her because of her father. She’s been captured now, and its because she was relaying secret information on Hans’s plan for world domination to me. Its my fault, I wasn’t fast enough when she needed me.” Private slumped to the ground.
Skipper walked behind him and patted him on the head. “I met her a few years پہلے too. She did seem like a nice young penguin. I’m happy for you.” Private looked up. This was the first time he had seen Skipper’s face in the light since bedtime.
“Skipper – are those lipstick stains on your face?” he asked
Skipper froze. “Ah, no. What makes آپ say that?”
“Well, they’re in the shape of lips, they’re red, and they’re all over your cheek and beak.”
“I was, uh, experimenting.”
“With Lipstick? Skipper…”
“The closet’s bigger than آپ think.”
“What? What does a closet have to do with anything?” Then he remembered. The HQ “closet – tunnel” lead to all the other habitats.
“You’ve been sneaking off to see Marlene, haven’t you?!” He declared. Skipper smiled.
“Bingo.”
“Well, that’s good. I always knew آپ two would get together.”
“Really?”
“Well, it was a bit obvious. Back to MY mission, though. She’s been captured and is in trouble! She needs help!”
“Private, I admire آپ for being bold enough to go off to find her, but this is one time where we simply can not! Buck Rockgut is on us like flies on sticky tape, and I have a life here. I can’t just leave it all behind while آپ pursue your - fantasies.”Skipper کہا harshly.
Private gasped. “How could you? I would never fantasize about her like that! What if Marlene was captured? Would آپ go?”
“Well, of course. That’s different.”
“How?”
“Because… Well, because… because I کہا so!” Private folded his flippers in a mixture of defiance and impatience.
“Look, I’ll help آپ get to the road. I’ll do that much for you.”
“Well, thank you, Skipper.” Private gritted his teeth. They shut the fishbowl over the cover and walked along the path. Suddenly, a brief gagged scream was heard from across the path.
“MARLENE!” Skipper cried. He jumped into her habitat, running into her cave - where she was not. The place was a mess, the پاپ کارن, پوپکارن lights shining shadows onto the looming walls. Skipper searched frantically. Anger boiling within him, he came out to Private.
“Private, we are going after Brook and Marlene! Wake up the others!” Private and Skipper ran back into the HQ. Private woke up Kowalski slowly while Skipper worked on Rico. They managed, just barely, to get them up with out waking Rockgut. Once they had them all awake, they went up topside to plan what to do. Private started off سے طرف کی explaining about his girlfriend, Brook. Skipper told them that he had been secretly going out with Marlene for about a ماہ یا so now. Both of them needed help, but Rockgut was going to need detained.
“Couldn’t we just lock him in the closet?” Private suggested.
“Sweet, Naïve Private. He’ll just walk out into one of the other habitats and find us.”
“Boogy oogy zip snip” کہا Rico
“He’s right. We could use the spare straitjacket.” Kowalski agreed
“Spare? آپ mean to say we have another, Kowalski?”Private asked
“Um. No.” Skipper answered.
“But Kowalski just کہا - ”
“Forget what he said. We have a strait jacket, end of story.” Skipper was final in his demands. Rico tossed the white جیکٹ from his gullet. It landed in Private’s flippers.
“Eww.” He muttered. They crept back down to the bunks. They snuck up on Rockgut’s sleeping form, ready to toss it over him. A shadow started rising behind them.
“Nice try boys. Looks like you’ll have to do مزید than that to stop me.” Rockgut laughed behind them. They twirled in confusion. Sure enough, what they thought was Rockgut on the bunk was actually a few black pillows and a white sheet.
They got into their fighting positions. Rockgut got into his, ready to take all of them down at once.
“Skipper, Rockgut is stronger and faster than all of us combined. We won’t be able to stop him.”
“Oh, but I don’t plan to stop him. Just him for a little bit.” Skipper smiled. The others looked confused. What was Skipper planning? Skipper crouched down lower, and then - ran off. To the laboratory.
“Well, thanks, Skipper!” Private shouted sarcastically as they battled with the Mad Penguin. It was a vicious battle, mostly Rico throwing weapons at Buck, Kowalski and Private fighting on either side of him. Rico spat a baseball bat at him, which Rockgut grabbed midair and swung it at all three of them in a single arc. All three landed beneath the Privates first Prize fish.
Skipper ran back out into the HQ, holding a rather odd bomb - type thing. “Formation ZZtop!” He shouted, firing the gun. The bomb went off, smoking and sizzling. Smoke filled the HQ, and the smoke caused Rockgut to fall asleep.
The other penguins walked outside and let the smoke clear as much as they could get it. Rico regurgitated a پرستار to try and blow it out. In minutes, they were back downstairs putting a straitjacket on him. They put tape over his mouth, letting him breath through his beak nostrils. They dragged him over into the closet and locked all the tunnels/door.
“Now that we have him contained, how are we going to get to Staten Island?” Private asked.
“We could try out my new invention, the Directional multifunctional Transporter machine.” Kowalski suggested
“A transporter? آگ کے, آگ it up!” Skipper ordered.
Kowalski ran to his lab and got the equipment.
In seconds, they were all placing blue baseball helmets on their heads. It had a number of gizmos and gadgets on them. Once they were all situated, Kowalski pressed a button on his helmet, and they disappeared from Central Park.
