Skippers medical records

by

Mastermindhunter

The boys had left the zoo, to take their day off. Everyone left the base, but Skipper. He felt a little bored, and felt like doing something, today. Skipper decided to take an isolated walk on over to Alice's office. She sounded incredibly nervous yesterday. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was seeing Alice frantic. Whatever was bad news for her, usually meant good news for him. Noises of loud bangs, and slams were already heard from her office. He jumped up to the window, and loooked inside. Alice was cleaning the office, and making the stack of papers infront of her desk tidy. The file cabinets behind her were closed, without papers sticking out. When she cleared her desk of all papers, and knicknacks, she actually picked some beautiful flowers, and put them in a vase. The room was definitly different from normal. What was she so freaked out over? Flowers weren't Alice's thing. She quickly dug through her files, and pulled out all the problems that were reported in the zoo. She left all the positive files inside. Was she getting a promotion? Hopefully. They might get a new zoo keeper. Maybe a very attractive one, or at least one with some respect for the animals.

As soon as she left to clean the windows, Skipper snuck around, to look through her mail. It was normal for him. Just to check to see what was going on in her life, and to make sure she was okay, with her home life. Skipper might have hated her, but she was still an innocent woman. Most of the papers were junk mail, and bills. When he opened one specially sent to the zoo, he suddenly felt a jolt of pure panick. Skipper jumped up, and squeezed through the window. He dashed over to the habitat, to get ready, letter still in hand. How could the day already be here? Skipper was nervously putting all of his coffee grinds into the trash, and took the trash out when it was full. As soon as he put all the the trash in the garbage cans outside, he checked to see if he missed any pieces of trash. Then he grabbed a windex bottle, and cleaned the walls and windows of the HQ. He quickly grabbed a vacum, and quickly ran it along the ground, cleaning every crumb, and pebble.

The others came down, completely relaxed from their day off. They watched Skipper freaking out. It was actually a little strange. Had he finally snapped? They looked at each other, thinking of who was going to snap Skipper out of his Whack Attack. Rico looked at Kowalski. Kowalski shook his head, his eyes wide.

"No way. I've learned the hard way not to bother Skipper when he's zoned out." He looked at Private. Private gulped nervously.

"I can't. I don't know how to calm him down." His gazed was locked on Skipper who was now mopping the floor, getting each one a little more nervous.

"Oh come on. If anybody can calm him do-aghuh!" Kowalski shouted, as he was lifted up by Skipper, and put in a corner. He was placed back down infront of his lab table. The beakers, and testubes haven't been cleaned up in days.

"Clean this mess up PRONTO!" Kowalski was going to ask why he had to do it today, but before he could open his mouth, Skipper held up the paper's envelope, with the letter falling out. Kowalski gasped, his mouth hanging wide. No doubt Kowalski knew what the note said. He quickly, and frantically started whiping out every beaker, and testube. He gently stacked, and placed them the way they were supposed to be. Rico raised an eyebrow, and was going to ask a question, but he got lifted, and was put near his corner of weapons.

"Hide all the evidence of weapons. All the way down to every swiss knife. We don't want to be caught with anything!" Rico was swatted in the face with the envelope. He suddenly felt his heart eccelerate at the name in the corner. He grabbed every wepon, and hid them in his stomach. For the especially large ones, he put them in the safe area behind Private's first prize fish. Next, he grabbed his dolly's favorite brush, and started running it through her hair, shakingly. She had to look perfect, if there was such a thing.

Private was starting to feel uneasy. He had a feeling he was next. He grabbed the first bar of the ladder, but Skipper grabbed him, and told him to wash all the blankets, and get them dry before nightfall. He was confused, until he saw the envelope. He finally understood, and was sweating, as took each blanket over to the pool outside. He scrubbed each, and every one. Trying to make it smell fresh, and clean. When he came back, he wrang them out, and hung them up over the furnace to dry, while he was straightening each piece of technology Kowalski owned. Each penguin's nerves were on end. They had to hurry, and tidy up, before it was too late!

Marlene came down, and saw each of the boys in a complete blur. She was confused. Private had been running past her. She grabbed his shoulder, and tightened her grip. Private tried to escape, but Marlene was tough, especially for Private.

"What's going on? You guys are acting like an oil spill erupted!" Skipper turned around. His eye were bloodshot from fear, and adrenaline. Marlene noticed it. She was going to say calm down, but Skipper was acting crazy. He placed her on the bottom bunk, and looked straight into her eyes. She was looking at him, as if he lost his mind.

"Tell me exactly where the oil spill is. We can't let it get near the zoo" She tried to explain that there was no oil spill. She just used that as an example. Skipper went back to mopping after the otters footprints. He was taking a breath, after the dirty prints were cleaned away. She raised an eyebrow, and laid her foot back on the floor. Skipper let out a terrified shriek, and took the mop to the print. She smiled at how funny this was. She put both of her feet on the floor. Skipper whiped the water over the dirt spots. She then did it one last time. He grabbed the mop, then after cleaning the foot print off, he swished it on Marlene's feet, getting the dirt off. She giggled at the tickling feeling. "Marlene! Now is not the time for laughing we need to tidy this place up to perfection."

She was really confused now. Why were they needing the habitat clean as a whistle?

"Marlene could you take these testubes, and put them behind my first place prize?" Private gave her a bundle of glass tubes. She put them in. The boys weren't giving her any answers. She slammed the door of the secrethole, and finally hollered.

"STOP!" Each penguin stood, staring at her, tension on their faces. Rico had stopped mid-brush. Marlene's face was serious. "Why are you all acting so wierd, today? What is so important, to loose your mind?" Skipper grabbed the envelope, and shoved it in her face. The top left hand corner had a bunch of loops on it. It looked like a signature. She finally looked up, and shrugged. "So, what's the point?"

"Marlene, this document is from the owner of the Central Park Zoo! He's coming over, tomorrow!" She shrugged her shoulders. She had seen him, once. From what she remembered, he was pretty normal. "We have to make this place look spick and span! He's the one who has the power to turn our whole operation upside down." She should have expected the boys to blow a visit from the owner, out of proportion. They were all trying to clean their habitat, quickly. Marlene sat on the bed, and watched. She would occasionally grab a juice box, and toss it on the floor. Skipper would pick it up, too busy to notice Marlene was purposley doing it.

When it was finally cleaned, they all laid against each others backs, worn out from the hard work. Even though it was all nice and clean, Skipper was still afraid that the zoo owner, John Candle, wouldn't be impressed. The others told him to relax. They knew all too well that Skipper was not in the best state, when nervous. He was still shakey, and the boys couldn't calm him down. He always liked John Candle, but never felt like he was up to his standards. If Skipper was good at anything, it was selling himself. But John could get rid of any of his boys at the drop of a hat.

It was finally time for bed. The boys were taking their nicely cleaned blankets, and curled up for the night. The blankets were warm, and snuggly. Skipper was having trouble, and the boys noticed it.

"Uhh Skipper are you alright?"

"Oh, of course Private. it's just that John Candle is coming tomorrow,and I don't know if we missed anything, and I'm afraid he's going to trade us off, to another zoo, and I don't think I can take that." He was freaking out, for sure.

"Did anybody check the moat for impurities?" There was silence in the habitat. it was apparent that it meant no. Skipper jumped down, and walked over to the opening. "Well I should check that out, in case they find a piece of garbage. You can never be too sure." Kowalski got in front of him, and gave him a sneer. Rico picked up the scared penguin, and carefully tucked him in. "Alright, alright, I'll calm down. I'm just afraid, and don't know what to do."

"Trust me Skipper. I'm sure Alice got anything outside that we missed. I know that we're fine here. If we're lucky enough, we might get some new penguins, maybe even some girl penguins." Private was doing his best to cheer Skipper up. Skipper laughed at the joke. He tried to fall asleep, but he couldn't calm his nerves. Later that night, he looked through the fridge, and found a chocolate cream cupcake. He thought it wouldn't be too bad, eating a late night snack. Chocolate always seemed to calm him down. He ate another, then drifted off to sleep.