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"Well? When is the next shipment of fish coming in?" Skipper asked.

Kowalski typed something in on the computer. "A lot of fish. Ten pounds worth."

"A ten pound fish?" Private asked.

"Or two five pound fish." Skipper chimes in. "Well, boys. We're done here."

They bellyslid out of the office and made it back to their habitat.

***

The next day a crate was hit down into the habitat.

Three penguins waddled out. One was female and had a black Mohawk that went to one side. The other had a short blonde ponytail and freckles. The third was a little younger than Private, with a very short Mohawk and an evil smirk on his face. The first was the tallest, while the second was a little shorter than Rico, and the third about Private's height but much thinner.

"Hi. Is this the Central Park Zoo?" asked the tallest penguin, looking around.

"Millie, you haven't even told them our names yet." said the penguin with the ponytail in a slightly nasally voice.

"I'm Millicent, or Millie. This is Jane," the tallest penguin said, motioning towards the ponytailed one. "And this is Zeek, my little brother."

"Are you possibly that ten pound shipment we were supposed to get today?" asked Kowalski. "That is, how much to you weigh?"

Millie gave him a glare.

Skipper grabbed Kowalski by his flipper. "I'm Skipper," he said. "And this is my team."

"I'm Private." said Private.

"I'm Kowalski. And this is Rico."

Rico laughed maniacally and vomited up some flowers. He handed them to Jane.

Jane got a disgusted look on her face but took them anyway.

"So you guys are like, military?" Millie asked, looking around the HQ.

"I wanna toy!" Zeek said. "Entertain me!"

"How old is your brother?" asked Skipper.

"Four. Why?" asked Millie.

"He'll need a mentor till the age of six. Penguin code." Skipper explained. "Let's see…"

His flipper went between Rico and Kowalski. Kowalski was jumping up and down and waving his clipboard, while Rico got a glazed look in his eyes.

"Uh… his mentor will be Kowalski, I guess."

"Yes! I can't wait to teach you about math and language arts and science and math and… computation and fractions and-"

"Don't I get a say in this?" asked Millie. "I mean, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the penguin teaching my brother's first words to me were asking how much I weigh."

"It's either that," whispers Jane in Millie's ear. "Or he teaches Zeek." She motioned towards Rico.

Rico vomited up a chainsaw and ripped up a piece of metal. He laughed maniacally, then realized Jane was watching and waved.

"You'll need to pass our psychological screening, though." Skipper said.

Millie put her hands on her hips. "Are you questioning my intelligence?"

Skipper copied her action. "It's a mandatory requirement. Penguin code."

Millie rolled her eyes. "What made you leader?" he asked.

"I got here first."

"You ever let them try to be leader?" Millie asked harshly, motioning towards Private, Kowalski and Rico, who were having a headbutting contest.

"Now, don't go questioning my authority. This the way it's been forever, and it will continue to be."

Jane, who was slightly submissive, grabbed her friend. "Millie, at least try to be nice. They're not too bad. I mean, they are a bit crazy but we just met them."

Meanwhile…

"This is my work corner. This where I'll be teaching you everything I-"

"Yeah, yeah. What's your name?"

"Kowalski Kowalski Zenfiskinheimer." Kowalski said proudly. "That's Kowalski with a K, by the way."

"Your name is too long," Zeek pressed a bunch of buttons. "I'm gonna call you Skis."

"Okay, just- don't touch that-"

"Touch what?" Zeek "accidentally" knocked the half finished shrink ray off the shelf. It smashed to pieces.

"Never mind. Anyways, your first lesson is-"

"What's your name again?"

"Kowalski. As I was saying-"

"Oh, what does this do? Is this a toy?" Zeek picked up something.

"No, that's a gun."

"Cool!"

"Don't shoot-"

Zeek pulled down on the trigger. Jane screamed and dodged the bullet. Millie caught the bullet in her flipper and tossed it back to Kowalski.

"Impressive," Skipper said. "For a dame."

"What?" Millie said, furious.

"I mean, for a new recruit. That's what I meant."

"You better have." Millie turned away to chat with Rico (yeah, she could try).

***

"Not more recruits!" Skipper groaned as another crate slammed down.

"What's your name again?" asked Zeek, tugging on Kowalski's flipper.

The tall penguin clenched his fist but kept calm. "Kowalski Kowalski Zen-"

"Fishyhim. I know."

"Then why did you ask, you little-" Kowalski growled, then realized Millie was watching. "Er... you little angel."

The first penguin was a bit taller than Kowalski. She had a slim, long face and bright blue eyes that matched her silver-blonde hair perfect. The second to come out was her brother (though they looked nothing alike). He was about Rico's age and was a little taller than Skipper. He was obviously clumsy, as he tripped a little in his step. He sported a pair of nerdy goggles and his own notepad.

"I'm Kelsa and this is Carl. Short for Carlisle."

"Ninety seven percent short, Kelsa." Carl scribbled on his notepad furiously. "And we came from the Hoboken Zoo at exactly ten o' clock. Kelsa is 79.4 percent calm and I am 4.8 percent agitated."

"Woah!" said Kowalski. "You have the new… deluxe notepad."

Carl nodded. "Yes. It is 89.3 percent recycled paper."

"So you're a strategist too?" asked Kowalski. "Well, in that case… I'm 57 percent glad to meet you. A small 23 percent of jealousy lingers at the edges of my sub cranium."

"There's only room for one strategist here." Carl said. "And I'm 99.5 percent sure I'll win."

"I have a 110 percent sureness. By the way, I'm Kowalski."

"I'm Skipper, and this is Private and Rico." Skipper said. Kelsa nods to him and then bats her short eyelashes at Kowalski.

Kowalski (who knows nothing of this gesture's cryptic meaning) waves to her.

Kelsa smiles and turns away.

Zeek pulls on Kowalski's flipper. "What's your name?"

"This Zeek," Kowalski said to Carl. "My apprentice. I am 34.5 impressed with his curiosity and the rest annoyed. I-"

"I'm 51 percent happy to meet him, and 4-"

"I'M 21 percent a-" Kowalski starts.

"I'M FIFTY THREE POINT-"

"Guys!" Millie steps in the middle of the two computing penguins. "It's time for lunch."

"You are 99.8 percent right, Millie." Kowalski glares at Carl, who sticks out his tongue and then polishes his goggles.

***

Kelsa stared at Kowalski all through lunch. The tall penguin was too deep in a heated debate with Carl to notice, but that didn't stop Kelsa from complimenting his every move. She loved a penguin that was smart, sweet but has an edge of ninja moves- which fitted Kowalski perfectly.

Zeek spilled his milk and cried. While Private mopped up the milk, he ran over and drew pictures on the stone wall in peanut butter. Skipper wiped it off.

Zeek ran over and knocked all the glasses off the shelf, shattering them to pieces. He smiled and then put a marble in his mouth.

"Bad Zeek! Open your mouth, now!" Millie ordered.

Her brother looked around and then ran.

"Come back here!" Millie chased him down and got him into a neckhold.

That's when Zeek swallowed.

***

Chapter One is up and running. Can you guess the pairings yet?

~Lukos

Fun Fact: This story was originally called Me and My KK but was changed to expanded focus.