Marlene hopped over beside me. “Hey!” she said. “What’s up?”

“Sky, a few clouds,” I replied weakly.

She punched my flipper softly. “Ha ha. Very funny. I’m serious here.”

I opened my beak to reply when we both heard a loud noise. We both glanced at each other. “We should probably check that out,” I said.

“Yeah,” agreed Marlene.

We slid/ran toward the noise. I flipped on the bacheca while Marlene jumped up beside me. “What is it?” she panted.

I looked through the binoculars. “Not sure yet- Oh!”

“What is it?”

“Just some guy in a albero animal napping a squirrel.”

“What!”

“What is it?”

I tore my eyes away from the binoculars to find Skipper and the team on the wall. We both exchanged a glance but reached a silent agreement to put our argument in the past. “What is it?” repeated Private.

I handed the binoculars to him. He looked through it. “Oh dear! Officer X is trying to catch Fred!”

“Fred?” I said, confused.

I snatched the binoculars from him. “Oh, that annoying scoiattolo whom I almost punched the other day.”

“He is dumb-witted,” agreed Kowalski.

“We need to save him!” cried Private.

“Negative,” Skipper shook his head.

We all stared at him. “Not now. We’ll blow our cover with this many people in the park," he clarified.

“But Skipper!”

“No buts, Private. We’ll just break into Animal Control Supermax Facility again.”

Kowalski scribbled some calculations on his clipboard. “We could do that, but it has a higher chance of failing,” he stated.

“Give me the numbers.”

“46 percent.”

“It’ll have to do.”

I glanced at Skipper. “When are we going in?”

“Tonight.”