"Got any eights?" Skipper mumbled as he stared at his cards that he held. "Nuh-uh..." Rico groaned out. Private kept glancing at the clock, a hour has past. "Skippah, how much longer do you think Kowalski is gonna make us sit here?" Skipper glared at the lab door, like he was expecting Kowalski to burst through at any timing was perfect, Kowalski burst through the had a wide grin on his face and was hiding something behind his back. Skipper looked back at his cards, disinterested. "What is it, Kowalski?" Kowalski proudly presented his invention to the group. "That's all?" Skipper questioned, "You spent three whole days, no sleep, almost nonstop, and you come up with this? A box..." Kowalski glared at Skipper and grabbed his invention and snuggled with it. "It's not just a box, Skipper... it's much, much different than your average box." "This can generate and kind of item you wish to have." Kowalski went on, "I call it The Package." Skipper went back to his cards. "Here, Private, give it shot. What is something you really want?"Kowalski handed the , not knowing what to do exactly. He looked at Skipper, who was pretending no one was there. Rico was watching out of curiosity. "Ask it anything, Private." Kowalski told him. "Um, OK... may I have the latest Lunicon DVD, please?" Seconds past, and nothing happened. Private and Rico looked at Kowalski to see if he had an answer. Kowalski just stood there. "Well, let's give it a few seconds..." He said. "Kowalski, nothing's happening." Kowalski took his invention back from Private. "It seems that I might need to add some more Chloride Sulfate..." He muttered to himself. Skipper let out a heavy sigh, "How long will this take?" Kowalski stood in silence, mouth slightly moving. "About two hours." Skipper groaned loudly. "Skipper, you cannot rush stuff like this..." Kowalski told him, "It requires tons of work put into it. You've got to be dedicated as well, rushing will most likely fail at the end." Skipper did not pay any attention to Kowalski's words, instead he walked over to ladder. "Where you going, sir?" Kowalski asked. "Getting me some snow cones. Who's coming with?" "Ooh, me!" Rico said excitedly. "That sounds excellent, Skippah!" Private said. Kowalski stood in front of them with his flippers crossed. "We'll be back in a couple minutes, Kowalski." As soon as Kowalski heard the fishbowl shut, he automatically went back inside the lab. "They'll never understand..." He muttered to himself as he carefully placed The Package on the desk. A blue light started to surround the package, Kowalski didn't notice, he was too busy going over his notes for his next invention. He felt a slight vibration coming from behind, he turned around and saw the package was slowly floating towards him. Before he could let out a sound of any kind, a bright flash lightened the room. Kowalski felt weak right away, he couldn't move anything. It seemed like the package was oddly draining the life out of him. Seconds later, everything went pitch black.
