Authors Note: Another start to a new story! I'm excited for this one! Hahaha! Leave a review and tell me what you think!

~Natty

~PoM~

"Aha!" Kowalski exclaimed in triumph, slamming the final piece on his device, a funnel that acted as a satellite on the square machine in front of him made out of some batteries, a sardine tin, a microwave and a pie tin glued to the side. "I've done it!"

Skipper walked over, sipping some coffee from his favorite mug, a fish tail sticking out of the cup like normal. "So Kowalski, what is it you've done? Doomed us all? Written out our fate with some other metallic contraption of pure destruction?"

"Very funny, Skipper…" Kowalski rolled his eyes. "But no, I've finally finished my wireless generator!"

"What's all the excitement then?" Private asked, walking up to the two elders along with Rico.

"Wazzup?" Rico shrugged.

"Good timing, boys. You're just in time to witness Kowalski destroy us all." Skipper congratulated.

"This machine is completely safe!" Kowalski argued. "I've even gone as far as to check in octuplets, meaning I've checked it over for flaws a number of eight different times. Each time turned up negative for faults of any kind. Nope, this baby is foolproof!"

"Well done, soldier." Skipper praised. "Maybe this invention will finally be the one that doesn't go wrong."

"For the sake of you being my commanding officer, I will take that as a compliment." Kowalski said.

Skipper patted him on the back. "And don't you forget it, mister! Now let's fire up this deathtrap- I mean, invention."

The analyst narrowed his eyes, about to say something but held his tongue. Instead he turned and fumbled with the buttons as he mumbled to himself. "Ignore it, Kowalski…He isn't going to be around forever…"

"So what does it do?" Private asked.

"And what's it called?" Skipper cut in.

Kowalski blinked, still not knowing how he dealt with these people all the time. "Well, Skipper, it's a generator, and Private, it generates."

Private nodded, unsure and kind of confused. "Oh, alright, um K'walski? What's a generator?"

"Sounds lame." Skipper commented.

"It is not!" Kowalski glared at their leader and then sighed. "It's a wireless generator and it both absorbs and gives power through the airwaves."

"Well we can see that." Skipper rolled his eyes.

Kowalski blinked his, unsure of what the leader could see. "See what?"

"That it's wireless." The leader said like it was obvious. "Anyone with eyes can see that it doesn't have any wires."

Kowalski scratched his head. "Well, Skipper, technically you're right. It is both wireless and wire-less. It is used through the airwaves without the use of cords, and it is also without wires. Both senses of the words are accurate."

Skipper scoffed into his mug. "And you think I know nothing about science. I've sure showed you, huh Kowalski?"

Kowalski sighed. "Yes Skipper, you manage to show me your levels of intelligence every day…And every day you give me a reason to be concerned for it. You really do."

"No need for concern, soldier. I won't replace you as options guy. A leader is never the voice of intellect, you should know that."

"Every day…" Kowalski repeated.

Skipper went on. "A leader is the voice of brute force. There ain't no force like brute force! Hoo-ha!" The leader exclaimed making a punching gesture.

"Yeh! Broo' for!" Rico agreed, high-fiving the leader.

"Yes, yes, I'm glad you all have your opinions on brawn over brains but perhaps if we're done opposing everything I hold dear, we could get on with my presentation of this brilliant and one hundred percent flawless new invention of mine." Kowalski said, gesturing over to the device.

"Show-off jar." Skipper called it.

"Yup." Rico agreed.

"Oh come on!" Kowalski complained. "It was barely even a pat on the back!"

"Alright Kowalski, I'll be fair." Skipper said. "Private's the tie-breaker. What do you think, soldier?"

"Well Skippah, I think you're right." Private said.

Skipper looked pleased. "There we go, he thinks I'm right. Show-off jar for you, Kowalski."

Kowalski grumbled as he pulled out a coin from somewhere and inserted it into the rather large and halfway full jar that the weapons expert was suddenly holding. The analyst glared at the private. "You always think he's right!"

Private shrugged. "Well he is."

"I am." Skipper grinned. "And the sooner you realize that, the closer you'll be to taking over as commander after I've taken my leave."

"Yes, I am most certainly thrilled for that day, but hello! New invention! Life's work! Come on! I just want to test this thing out already! I'm so desperate I'll even let Private press the button!" Kowalski exclaimed.

"Oh yay!" Private cheered.

"Not really." Kowalski rolled his eyes. "Why would I trust you with any type of technology? I mean really now?"

"Oh…" Private looked down in disappointment.

Skipper put a flipper on the private's shoulder, glaring at the analyst. "Now you've gone and upset the boy."

Kowalski groaned, and pulled on his head feathers. "Permission to test out the invention, please, Skipper!"

Skipper shrugged and stepped out of the way.

"Thank you!" The analyst said and walked over to his invention. "Now, this generator has the power to both give and take power wirelessly, which means through the airwaves. We can take energy out of any machine we want and place it in some other completely different machine! Or just take the power where it is then store in the microwave part of the device."

"But K'walski, the whole thing is a microwave." Private cut in.

"Yes, but I was referring to the containment unit part of the microwave part of the device." Kowalski explained.

Skipper nodded in understanding. "Nice, but can it still cook food?"

Kowalski furrowed his brow. "Yes, it is still fully functional as a regular microwave oven. But I don't see what that has to do with-"

"Oh!" Private suddenly exclaimed brightly. "Could we make popcorn in it?"

"Ooh yeh!" Rico nodded excitedly, wanting some popcorn too.

"I don't see why not." Skipper shrugged. "What's a movie night without popcorn? Definitely not a movie night worth mentioning to a villain if you're trapped and forced to make conversation with the guy. I say we make the popcorn."

"Popcorn!" Rico bellowed.

"Excuse me!" Kowalski shouted, getting in front of the device to protect it. "It's not like I don't enjoy all the enthusiasm over at least some part of my invention, but no one's making popcorn inside of my wireless generator!"

"But what about movie night?" Private asked, worried.

"POPCORN!" Rico shouted louder and more demanding, daring the analyst to ruin movie night.

"No, no, Kowalski's right." Skipper said wisely. "We aren't going to disgrace his creation with the salty and buttery goodness that is kernel."

Kowalski nodded. "Thank you, Skipper. I appreciate your consideration."

"Oh yeah, anytime, Kowalski…" The leader said and waited for the analyst to turn back to the machine before whispering back to Private and Rico, reassuring them that Operation: Movie Night was still a go. "We'll just knock him out, make the popcorn, and watch the movie without him."

"Yes!" Private whispered his quiet cheer, high-fiving a happy Rico.

"Woohoo! Yeh! Popcorn!" Rico cheered loud.

Kowalski was generally surprised as he typed into the microwave buttons with beep sounds. "I haven't seen you all so excited over something I've created since my Churrostifishinetizer, you know, the machine that made furros."

"FURROS! WHERE!" Skipper yelled, looking left and right. He saw the odd looks he was receiving. "Sorry...I'm still not over that one…"

"Right…well…" Kowalski continued awkwardly. "Should I…activate the generator now?"

Skipper nodded. "Oh yeah, sure."

"Here we go!" Kowalski grinned madly and hovered his flipper over the 'Start' button on the microwave. "Sweet science, don't fail me now!" The analyst said and pressed the button.

The four penguins blinked as the only thing that happened was the microwave being turned on and now running, heating nothing.

Private blinked. "Is that it then?"

Skipper frowned. "I told you it was lame!"

"I don't get it!" Kowalski shook his head. "I did everything correct, followed the details down to the letter! I even checked in octuplets! Why isn't it working! *Sigh* I guess in my rush to finish I must have done something wrong. There's always tomorrow, I suppose. But at least there was one positive thing out of all of this."

"Is it the popcorn?" Private asked.

"No, it isn't the- Would you forget about the stupid popcorn already! You are not making movie snacks in one of my inventions and that's final!" Kowalski shouted, grumbling to himself about 'life's work'.

Private looked to Skipper for reassurance and smiled when the leader gave him a nod and what was close enough to a thumbs up on a flipper, the leader silently telling him that they were still going to make the popcorn like planned.

"So what is the one good thing that came out of all this hassle, K'walski?" Private asked

"Skipper was wrong! Ah ha!" Kowalski gloated.

"I was? And how is that?" Skipper questioned.

"My machine hasn't done anything so it also hasn't almost destroyed us! Your gut was wrong! Yes! In your FACE! HAHA!" The analyst suddenly realized who he was gloating to and coughed it off awkwardly. "Ah…sir…"

"Show-off jar." Skipper called it again.

"Yes, definitely." Private agreed.

Rico nodded. "Uh huh."

Kowalski grumbled and began to take out another coin when his generator started emitting zapping blue light. Then the light got brighter and brighter until the entire HQ was shaking violently and the penguins struggled to stay standing.

"Always right!" Skipper gloated.

Rico shouted in alarm in gibberish as the floor vibrated under his feet, the ceiling starting to crumble.

"W-what's happening!" Private asked in alarm, his voice shaking along with everything around them. "Sk-Skippah!"

"Kowalski, analysis, please!" Skipper shouted.

"I- I don't know! It appears to be getting ready to extract power from something! It's set to maximum energy extraction levels but there's nothing in here large enough to take that much energy from!" Kowalski said. "My gut says we're all safe!"

The device suddenly shot out this gigantic ten feet wide ray of blue light, which shot up through their habitat ceiling and disappeared. Everything immediately stopped shaking afterwards.

Kowalski stared upwards with his beak agape as far as it could open.

Skipper smirked and folded his flippers. "So very right, Kowalski!"

"Popcorn!" Rico exclaimed.

~PoM~

In a small two-man aircraft way above New York City, two pilots sat back in their seats. The two men finished off their laughs at the joke one of them had just told, just coming down from their chuckling induced highs.

"Ah man I'm tellin you. There ain't nothin better than flying over a large populated city." The pilot said with a satisfied smile.

"You're tellin me. There ain't no other way to live. It really don't get no better than this." The co-pilot nodded, placing both arms behind his head to relax. He sighed and looked out the window shield. Eventually his eyes wandered to a sculptured piece of art on the dashboard. With an amused smirk he used his finger to thump the toy's head. The sculpture's head bounced in response with its permanent painted smile. He snickered in amusement.

The pilot looked over and cracked an amused grin. "What? You like that thing?"

"Yeah, it interests me a bit. Why? You don't like it?"

The pilot shrugged, looking away from his flying to look over at his friend. "It's alright. Be better if we had a real lady in here instead of just some cheap piece of wood."

The co-pilot picked up the sculpted bobble-head, looking it over. He joked at his friend. "She's nice lookin enough for you. Why don't you take her for a spin?"

"Whatever, shut up and put that thing down, would ya? I gotta concentrate on flyin this thing."

"Whatever. Where'd you get this?"

"Found it on a Safari trip with the family down in Africa. It interested me too so I kept it. It's good company."

"What am I? Nothin?" The co-pilot scoffed.

"Oh you're somethin alright. Just put away the doll and help me navigate where we supposed to head next. We gotta drop off these packages and do our job. We gotta do it right this time and not lose the inventory. Look at the map. Which way we goin?"

"Heck if I should know." The co-pilot waved it off, too interested in the doll and bored to look at some stupid map. He got a better idea of what he could do and began shoving the feminine sculpture into the pilot's face, making kissing noises and other types of romantic propaganda noises. "Aye yo, kiss me and whatever."

"You think you's funny, well ya not. Knock it off before we crash!"

"We not crashin nowhere. Ya better not. I'm too cultural to die over here." The co-pilot said and shoved the doll back in the pilot's line of view, blocking his gaze out the window shield. "Now give her a kiss."

The pilot shoved the co-pilot's hand away with the doll. "I'm serious! You're gonna-"

An alarm stared to sound off and a red blinking light started to flash, indicating something out of the ordinary, like a malfunction. This happened only after a blue surge of light struck the plane, absorbing into its metal. The small craft started to jolt and shake.

"Yo what the heck was that!" The co-pilot shouted in alarm.

"We got a malfunction! Look!" The pilot pointed at the blinking red light.

The co-pilot looked at the red light for a moment before smashing it with the bobble-head doll.

The pilot narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "That don't fix nothin!"

"It was worth somethin!"

"We're goin down! Mayday and whatever! Brace ya self!" The pilot instructed as the plane lurched to the side, causing the co-pilot's hand holding the doll to jerk backwards. The bobble-head doll crashed through the glass to his right and the plane started to lose pressure as the air rushed in. The doll started freefalling down into the awaiting city below.

The pilot mentally prepared himself to crash, and started talking to his best friend, remembering no matter how much the guy peeved him that they were always there for each other through the tough times. "Yo I wanna say you're the best friend anyone could ever have. You always been there, even at Jane and mine's wedding you helped me through all the stuff. I just wanna tell ya that I- Aye, where ya goin?"

The co-pilot was too busy strapping on a parachute to listen. He took one last look at his ex-friend before making his way over to the plane door. "Your kids ain't yours and I been seein ya wife for the past eight years. I'm uh, I'm gonna walk out on her. Been nice knowin ya, pal."

The pilot blinked in muteness as he listened to the door being open, the rushing of wind and then the door closing as his friend jumped out. He sat there for a few more moments, saying nothing in the awkward silence as his plane went down with him in it.

~PoM~

"This is Chuck Charles, live, from the Big Apple! This just in, this is Chuck Charles here with some breaking news! It appears an aircraft has crashed here on the outskirts of the city after being struck by what witnesses believe to have been a giant ray of blue light. No one knows where it came from but we do have something to say to whoever could have been responsible for this tragedy. How do you live with yourself at night knowing you've ruined lives of such good people out there?"

"Uh, Chuck?" the cameraman whispered. "No one died. Everyone got out unharmed and perfectly fine."

"This is Chuck Charles, saying, I will find this murdering culprit! HOO-HA!" Chuck Charles exclaimed before back flipping off screen.

~PoM~

Back in the penguin habitat, Skipper flicked off the T.V. with a dismayed shake of the head. "Nice job Kowalski, not only have you managed to ruin the lives of innocent civilians but now Chuck Charles is your arch-enemy. You're gonna have to battle against Chuck Charles. I wanna see how you're gonna live with this one."

"But I don't WANNA battle Chuck Charles!" Kowalski whined.

"At least no one was hurt." Private reasoned. "That's all that really matters, right? Rico? What do you think?" The private found himself looking around the HQ for the weapons expert. "Rico?"

The three other penguins turned to find Rico in the corner wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at his Miss Perky doll.

"Ey, how oo doin?" Rico growled at her.

Ignoring that, everyone went back to their previous conversations.

"Skipper, Chuck Charles isn't even a villain!" Kowalski argued.

"Doesn't matter. You still put this unit in danger of compromise with your sciency-going to kill us all-gizmo. And since I know you're going to chicken out, I'm going to have to battle Chuck Charles in your place. Because of you I now have to pummel both Private's and all of New York City's favorite anchorman. Do you see what position you've now put me in, Kowalski? I'm already public enemy number one in Denmark, I don't need to be public enemy number one in the States too. I'm running out of places to flee to, soldier!" Skipper said. "And, since I'm always right, my gut says it's about time for some more training for you three. Especially you, Kowalski. I'm not taking on anchorman Chuck Charles all by myself."

"We do not have to take on anchorman Chuck Charles!" Kowalski retorted. "The man is mental! And I doubt he's going to suspect a penguin of all things to blame on this earth!"

"All things on this earth aren't to blame for that plane crashing, Kowalski. You are. So everyone topside, pronto." Skipper ordered.

"Aye, Skippah." Private said and was the first to climb up the ladder.

Kowalski was second to climb up, grumbling to himself all the way up.

"Rico! Come on! Topside for training, soldier! Pronto!" Skipper called over to the weapons expert.

"Aye 'kipper!" Rico saluted at attention and said goodbye to his lady friend. "Cuhl me!" The weapons expert told her before running off and up the ladder third.

Skipper was last to come up the ladder, chuckling to himself. How he loved these crazy scamps he called his teammates.

~PoM~

On the streets of New York, an over-exaggerated man barrel rolled down the city's sidewalks. Chuck Charles jumped up into a stance, drawing the attention of many bystanders.

"This is Chuck Charles saying I'm following the trails in the sky of the mysterious deadly blue light and am going to follow this trail directly to its source! This is Chuck Charles reporting that I will not stop until I find this felonious scoundrel! HA-HOOHA!"

~PoM~

"Kick higher, Private! You have to get your enemies where it really hurts! Directly in the gut to lower their self-esteem! Don't you know they think they're better than you? They're not better than you! Now kick higher, soldier! Higher!" Skipper ordered.

Private nodded and concentrated on kicking as high as he could, hitting his target again and again with his foot. "Like this, Skippah?"

"Much better! Great job, Private! Next we'll work on taking the enemy down. Sometimes you gotta get down and dirty with the dogs to defeat your foe!"

Rico started playing dog on all fours, growling and barking as best he could, taking the advice literally. "Bark! Bark!"

"You too Rico, you tear that enemy limb from limb! Good boy!" Skipper praised and then look to his other two teammates. "Come on, Kowalski! You're not even trying to play a good villain! How's Private supposed to learn to destroy a villain's self-esteem if you don't act like a proper villain?"

Kowalski sighed as he felt the private's foot hit him in the stomach for the one hundred and third time. His punishment for nearly killing innocent civilians had been to play the role as the practice dummy. He had to stand there and let Private kick him in the stomach until the small penguin got it perfectly right and actually fazed him. Considering the fact that this was Private, the analyst knew he was going to be standing here for a very long time. So now he was just bored to tears standing topside on their makeshift ice flow while being repeatedly kicked in the stomach.

The analyst yawned as Private huffed and puffed trying to either knock him down or make him double over. Neither was happening.

"He's not…" Private huffed. "…falling down…Skippah…" He gasped tiredly.

"He'll go down." Skipper reassured. "You just have to keep trying, Private. Don't give up and make me proud!"

"Aye, Skippah!" Private replied and kept giving kick after kick into Kowalski's stomach.

"Skipper, with all due respect…don't you think you're asking Private to freeze sound here?" Kowalski inquired.

"What do you mean?" Skipper raised his brow.

"What I mean is, don't you think you're asking Private to do something completely impossible? Because there are two definite factors here. Sound exists in a continuum, and he is never going to be able to cause any serious harm to me well enough to topple me over." The analyst stated the facts.

Skipper rolled his eyes. "Well of course he can't if you're not playing a good villain! Who can learn with inaccurate learning material? I know I couldn't!"

Kowalski sighed. "You know what? Fine. What is it you want me to do?"

"Be a villain! How many times do I have to say it!" Skipper said. "Real villains are foul, rotten, and nasty! Not tall and cute and cuddly! Act, man! ACT! Bend forward so you have a hunch! Look mean! Act real mean! Kick puppies, Kowalski! Then use them to unclog your blender! Be a MONSTER!"

"Ah hm, alright." Kowalski nodded and bent forward, creating an evil glare in his eyes. The analyst spent a few intense and silent moments in full concentration, getting ready to be the best fake pretend villain the world's ever seen! But then he just gave up and sighed. "No, no, I'm just not feeling it… Perhaps I should build a machine that feeds off of kindness to completely flip the paradigm to turn the user into pure evil!"

Skipper rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because I can't see that one possibly going wrong."

"I can't pretend to be something I'm not, Skipper and I'm in no way a villain!" Kowalski said.

"Come on you guys! What am I doing wrong here?" Skipper asked.

"Nothing, Skippah. We can't do these things you want us to." Private frowned, shrugging. "We're just not as good as you."

"If you can't do something I expect you to, it isn't your fault, it's mine. I'm your leader, I'm supposed to lead you guys to do things that are near impossible, not the other way around. I must have went about something the wrong way…" Skipper thought aloud, trying to figure out what he missed. "But what was it…"

Rico looked up from playing a dog to see his leader contemplating something aloud and his other two teammates watching him. The weapon's expert noticed a shadow over Skipper's head, gradually getting closer by the second. This confused the thick penguin. "Huh? Whazzat?"

"Skippah, I don't think it's you at all." Private said, watching his leader pace. "It's us. We just can't do it."

Skipper ignored him, talking to himself. "What did I miss here? Come on, I'm not a mind reader! It's not like it'll just come to me magically or fall out of the sky! Boys, tell me what it is I'm not doing! I need a sign!" The leader looked up to the sky and started to shout. "If I'm wrong, let something STRIKE ME DOWN RIGHT NOW and let Kowalski take his turn in my place as leader! –OOF!" Something must have heard him because at this second something did fall out of the sky and take him down.

"Skippah!" Private gasped.

Kowalski blinked. "So does…does this mean it's my turn?"