Chapter 1:

"Up high boys! We've got ourselves some fish!" Skipper high fived the boys one by one, and let Rico swallow them into his gut. They went home content. On the way home, Private caught sight of a pair of green eyes looking at him sadly from a narrow alley, and said, "Guys, I'll be back…in a moment," Private told them.

"I'll meet you back at the HQ,"

"Better be quick, Private, you don't wanna let us finish all the fish," laughed Skipper.

"Okay," Replied Private.

Private waddled into the alley to find a ginger dog whimpering. He hastily went to it and gasped, he was like a pile of bones wrapped by a sheet of orange paper.

"Oh dear! What happened!?" The dog woofed fragile-like in return, like it was about to pass out, or maybe even away.

"Uh...ah..." Private panicked, eventually decided to bring him back to the HQ.

Penguin HQ (1300 hours)

"Mmmm, yum yum…" Rico sighed happily along with the others. Private dropped down from the hatch, hiding the pup behind him and said, "He-Hey guys! Have you left some fish for me?"

"Today's your lucky day, Private. I've saved some for you," Skipper shoved a bunch of fish to him, and he caught it by a flipper.

"Thanks," Private smiled as he went into the bathroom. "So… You are gonna dine in the bathroom?" Skipper arched an eyebrow. "N-No! I have stomachache, that's all!" He denied. "Why don't you put the fish on the table? It's not like we'll eat it or something," Kowalski said. "Just in case!" Private chuckled. "Fine, have it your way," Skipper turned on the telly.

"Here, puppy, do you wanna eat this?" Private handed the dog a sardine as it took a small bite out of it. It wagged its tail happily. "I should give you a name…how about…. Ginger?" Private suggested.

"Yeah, I'll name you Ginger. Here, take the rest of the fish," He smiled to Ginger. Suddenly, Ginger pounced on him and bared its fangs. "Wha-What's wrong? Ni-Nice Ginger?" Private shivered. The dog bit him and revealed its disguise, it was Blowhole.

"Doctor Blowhole?" Private held his injured flipper in agony. "Hello, Private," He laughed maniacally. "SKIPPAH!" Private called desperately for his leader, but no answer was heard. "Your *dear* Skipper is out along with his sidekicks, they will not be back so soon," He laughed.

"What've you done to them?" He groaned. "Nothing, really. Why worry about them, when you can't even take care of yourself?" Blowhole pointed to his flipper, which was stabilised.

"I injected mind controlling serum in your body. You will help me to eighty six your dear Skipper. It has recovered now as he wouldn't want to see you to be hurt, right?," Blowhole chuckled.

"No! I won't hurt him!" Private yelled. "Oh, you will," Blowhole pressed a button on a remote control, and Private started to feel woozy. "Good luck, my sleeper agent," Blowhole jumped on his Segway and escaped through the tunnel.

"Must…not…..black out," Private told himself. Stars are dancing in front of him. He slapped himself, but still, it was no use. Private found himself in front of Skipper's recording device (Skipper's log) and pressed the record button.

"Sk-Skippah… Dr. Blowhole is out to get you through me. H-He brainwa-washed me… P- Please save yourself and leave me if I put you in grave danger. I-I am sorry…" Private collapsed onto the concrete.

Penguin HQ (1400 hours)

"I really wanna get rid of Ringtail, you know," Skipper sighed as the others nodded and dropped down the hatch.

"Private, how were the cod?" Skipper smiled.

"Delicious!" Private replied.

"The Lunacorns are up now, why aren't you watching it?" Kowalski asked.

"I just don't feel like it anymore," Private said.

"Ooh, growing up already. Very soon you will be a leader like me," Skipper looked pleased.

"Say, Skippah, where do you keep the plans for dominating Dr. Blowhole?" Private asked.

"Why ask?" Skipper raised an eyebrow.

"Just curious," Private grinned.

"Nope! They are absolutely confidential!" Skipper declined his request.

"Please~~~~~" Private gave him the baby blues.

"Negatory compadre! No can do!" Skipper turned away from him.

"I beg of you, Skippah!" Private pleaded with him.

"Fine. Gimme ten reasons why I should do that," Skipper sighed.

"I want to help you Skippah,

I want our team to be safer,

I want our WORLD to be safe from his diabolical plans,

I wan-"

Private was cut off by Skipper. "It's okay, now come with me before I change my mind," He waddled off to the secret elevator. Private snickered quietly.

Elevator (1430 hours)

Skipper navigated through a bunch of buttons and pressed the button 'level 14'.

"I thought there were only 13 floors counting the secret level 13 in!" Private exclaimed.

"Not even Kowalski and Rico knows that there is a level 14 here. Don't reveal anything to anyone, comprende?" Skipper asked.

"Aye sir," Private saluted.

Top Secret Level 14 (1435 hours)

"Whoa…" Private gasped at the amazing sight of clipboards, pins, words and crayons, well…. Mostly broken ones. There was a picture of the diabolical dolphin, where darts were all on his 'face'.

"I've never knew you were THAT violent," Private muttered.

"What was that? Private?" Skipper arched a brow.

"Um... Nothing,"

"Good, 'cuz if you say anything bad about me, you'll be that picture,"

Private shuddered.

"Don't take me so seriously, I'm kidding,"

Private was still shivering.

"No, seriously, I am joking,"

"... Private?"

Private had started to sweat uncontrollably, that made Skipper extremely concerned. Private suddenly spoke to him in a very ill tone.

"Ski-Skippah, ge-get away from me, sa-save yourself before I do you any harm," He whimpered.

"Private? What are you talking about? I should have known you were sick once you've said you didn't want to watch the Lunacorns,".

"N-No Ski-Skippah," Private was really weak now. "Listen t-to yo-your-" Private fainted right before he could finish his sentence.

"Listen to my what, Private?"

"..."

"Private?"

"…"

"Hang on, soldier!"

Skipper bolted to the elevator with Private on his shoulders. He quickly pressed to level to the HQ.

"Come on, you imbecile! Move faster! My soldier's in danger here!" Skipper thought.

Private's mind (1440 hours)

"Where… Where am I?" Private stood up, rubbing his temples as he felt a little dizzy.

It was dawn, Private's favourite time of the day. Unicorns are walking on rainbows, and clouds are made of pink cotton candy. "Is this the LaLa Land that Skippah was talking about?" Private asked himself as he started exploring. There were houses made of gingerbread, lakes made of peanut butter winky.

"Private," A familiar voice called for him.

" 'Walski?" Private asked.

"The environment you are in now is very dangerous," Kowalski told him.

"Dangerous….. How?" Private frowned.

"Do you remember what Blowhole did to you?"

"Yeah…. Unfortunately,"

"You must fight your deepest fears in order to snap out of Blowhole's mind control, and save the whole world. Pass the tests? Ding a ling a ling! You help warn Skipper and stop Blowhole. Fail to accomplish them? The whole world destroyed. Is that what you want?"

Private shook his head drastically.

"I thought so. Then accomplish all the tasks before dusk, snap out of the mind puppet act, and save the world!"

"How? Exactly?"

"…"

" 'Walski?"

"…"

Suddenly, a badger appeared before his very own eyes.

"…BADGER!"