Chapter 4: A Strange Request.
Skipper, Private and Rico entered the HQ. There, they found Kowalski. He was holding his egg, tenderly, cooing at it.
“Kowalski?” Private said, shocked that the scientist was being so…fatherly. Kowalski’s head jerked up at his name.
“Oh, hello,” he said. “H-how long have te been standing…there?”
“Long enough to know te really care for that egg,” Skipper replied, with a grin. Kowalski then noticed the fluffy balls in his flippers.
“When did they hatch?” he asked, smiling.
“Ace here hatched about four minuti ago, and Cam hatched two minuti after.”
“I’ll just do a quick examination on them, to make sure they’re healthy.”
Kowalski was right; it WAS quick. In less than ten minutes, he announced Ace and Cam were healthy hatchlings.
“Guess we’ll be daddies now,” Private said.
“I…guess so,” Skipper nodded.
“It’s an awful big change,” Kowalski agreed. “Private would have to be più responsible now, and Rico would have to not be a bad influence on his chick.”
“Yo’ akken ‘bout meh?” Rico grunted. “Meh? ABbkl abyubad hbuib!!”
“Yes, you’d be a bad influence,” Private sighed. “Explosions and chainsaws are no things for bambini to play with. They’re not toys.”
“Right,” Rico sighed, re-swallowing his chainsaw. Skipper rolled his eyes.
“I gotta go now,” Marlene smiled. “See ya.”
“See you, Marlene,” Private waved back. Then he turned to Kowalski. “When will my egg hatch?”
“I haven’t the faintest,” Kowalski replied, smiling at his eagerness.
The successivo morning, Skipper woke up to feel a tickling feeling, crawling all over his body. He couldn’t think what it could be, so he sat to see. He smiled as he saw Ace and Cam, crawling all over him.
“Good morning, te two,” he chuckled, picking them up and sitting up. Private stuck his head from the bunk above.
“Morning, sir,” he said, happily. “Hello Ace and Cam.”
The bambini looked at Private, who was upside-down to them. Ace cooed and Cam giggled. Private reached down with one flipper to pat them, but ended up falling of the edge of his bunk. He landed with a thud.
Ace and Cam laughed in their cute, baby laughs at Private’s misfortune. Skipper chuckled.
“You ok, soldier?” he asked, still chuckling.
“Fine,” Private groaned.
That morning, Skipper had to cancella training, and let Private play with Ace and Cam for a while, before the zoo opened.
When the zoo opened, the visitors flooded in. Apparently, news about the eggs had spread around the city, via the internet. The penguins’ habitat was crowded, and Ace and Cam started to get overwhelmed and upset. Skipper, who was holding them, squawked loudly at the humans. But it didn’t help, and they continued to shout and scream. Desperate, Skipper turned to Private.
“Go to Ringtail’s and ask him to ‘shake his booty’,” he commanded.
“Aye sir,” Private saluted, and slipped into the HQ, to go out the Private’s first prize door.
“Julian,” he called. “You need to turn on the music, and dance for the humans.”
“Eh, I am not in a dancey mood. Come back later,” Julian replied.
“Alright then,” Private said. “I’ll just go and ask Darla then.”
“What?” Julian yelled. “No te will not be asking HER. I will be dancing for the silly people.”
“Thanks Julian.”
Skipper, Private and Rico entered the HQ. There, they found Kowalski. He was holding his egg, tenderly, cooing at it.
“Kowalski?” Private said, shocked that the scientist was being so…fatherly. Kowalski’s head jerked up at his name.
“Oh, hello,” he said. “H-how long have te been standing…there?”
“Long enough to know te really care for that egg,” Skipper replied, with a grin. Kowalski then noticed the fluffy balls in his flippers.
“When did they hatch?” he asked, smiling.
“Ace here hatched about four minuti ago, and Cam hatched two minuti after.”
“I’ll just do a quick examination on them, to make sure they’re healthy.”
Kowalski was right; it WAS quick. In less than ten minutes, he announced Ace and Cam were healthy hatchlings.
“Guess we’ll be daddies now,” Private said.
“I…guess so,” Skipper nodded.
“It’s an awful big change,” Kowalski agreed. “Private would have to be più responsible now, and Rico would have to not be a bad influence on his chick.”
“Yo’ akken ‘bout meh?” Rico grunted. “Meh? ABbkl abyubad hbuib!!”
“Yes, you’d be a bad influence,” Private sighed. “Explosions and chainsaws are no things for bambini to play with. They’re not toys.”
“Right,” Rico sighed, re-swallowing his chainsaw. Skipper rolled his eyes.
“I gotta go now,” Marlene smiled. “See ya.”
“See you, Marlene,” Private waved back. Then he turned to Kowalski. “When will my egg hatch?”
“I haven’t the faintest,” Kowalski replied, smiling at his eagerness.
The successivo morning, Skipper woke up to feel a tickling feeling, crawling all over his body. He couldn’t think what it could be, so he sat to see. He smiled as he saw Ace and Cam, crawling all over him.
“Good morning, te two,” he chuckled, picking them up and sitting up. Private stuck his head from the bunk above.
“Morning, sir,” he said, happily. “Hello Ace and Cam.”
The bambini looked at Private, who was upside-down to them. Ace cooed and Cam giggled. Private reached down with one flipper to pat them, but ended up falling of the edge of his bunk. He landed with a thud.
Ace and Cam laughed in their cute, baby laughs at Private’s misfortune. Skipper chuckled.
“You ok, soldier?” he asked, still chuckling.
“Fine,” Private groaned.
That morning, Skipper had to cancella training, and let Private play with Ace and Cam for a while, before the zoo opened.
When the zoo opened, the visitors flooded in. Apparently, news about the eggs had spread around the city, via the internet. The penguins’ habitat was crowded, and Ace and Cam started to get overwhelmed and upset. Skipper, who was holding them, squawked loudly at the humans. But it didn’t help, and they continued to shout and scream. Desperate, Skipper turned to Private.
“Go to Ringtail’s and ask him to ‘shake his booty’,” he commanded.
“Aye sir,” Private saluted, and slipped into the HQ, to go out the Private’s first prize door.
“Julian,” he called. “You need to turn on the music, and dance for the humans.”
“Eh, I am not in a dancey mood. Come back later,” Julian replied.
“Alright then,” Private said. “I’ll just go and ask Darla then.”
“What?” Julian yelled. “No te will not be asking HER. I will be dancing for the silly people.”
“Thanks Julian.”