It was nighttime in the zoo. Everyone was sleeping. Even Skipper went to bed. Private made him promise to sleep tonight. But tonight wasn't the best time to leave the Zoo unguarded.
"My men and I, will go get him." Colonel George told the General. The Colonel had been in charge of the major for a long time before they took him out. They were the two Brigade Generals, Manfredi and Johnson. They pulled him out when they resigned. But they only resigned to become free roamers. That didn't make him happy. He liked tormenting the Major. How mad he always got. The General always spoke with the Major. Not him, the colonel. He never got in trouble when he tormented the Major. Only once in a blue moon. The Major hated being told what to do. He was a smart alack. He was sarcastic. But as much as that annoyed to Colonel, it also worked in his favor. And the Major took his time to figure that out. Still the Colonel gave him chances to make a sarcastic remark or talk back. And the Major could only growl in response. He couldn't do anything to the major for growling. But it was rewarding to see how mad the Major got, and how little the major could do about his anger.
The Colonel was looking forward to tormenting the Major again. Major Skipper. Yes. Skipper would have a rude awakening tonight. He had the location of Skipper's whereabouts and would capture him tonight. The General told him to take his friends as well. But that would be the easy part. The fun would be taking down the boy who never gave up. The Colonel always enjoyed watching the Major struggled. Then again, it always took at least four men to hold him. He would have to see how things went tonight. The Major had gotten stronger. It would only take five to hold him though. He couldn't have gotten too much stronger.
Skipper woke up and looked at the clock. It was twelve sixteen. He jumped out of his bunk and looked around. Something felt wrong. Something was wrong. Someone was there that shouldn't be. Someone was in the Zoo. He didn't know who. Sometimes the workers came in at night to check on things. But something told him that it wasn't a worker.
He heard the door open. Even though it was dark in the HQ, Skipper could always see everything. He whipped his head towards the door. But saw nothing. He didn't see anything enter. How did they unlock the door? It had five locks.
Skipper was confused. But also snapped into alert. Who had the smarts to open the door without making a sound? Only Kowalski could do that.
Then he sensed something enter. He saw nothing. But he felt someone watching him.
He focused on the shadows of the room. He thought he saw something. But it turned out to be one of the various objects that were in the room. But the god awful sense that someone was there, lurking in the shadows, didn't go away. Someone was there. He could feel it.
He only knew of few people who could sneak around him like this one must be. Manfredi and Johnson, who were both dead, and the Colonel and his men.
He had to figure out who had infiltrated his base. His home.
First he smacked Kowalski, who was in the top bunk, and motioned for him to come down.
Kowalski was confused. But he obeyed. He didn't speak because he figured that if Skipper wasn't talking, something wasn't right. Skipper looked like he was prepared for an attack, but was looking around like he couldn't find the attacker. Kowalski had no idea how spot on he was. He woke up Rico and Private, motioning them to be quiet and come down.
They stood behind Skipper in fighting stances. But they gave up looking when they couldn't find the intruder. They did see that the door was open. So they knew someone was there.
Skipper took a chance. "Come on out Colonel, I know you're there." He said loudly.
Kowalski, Rico, and Private exchanged looks of confusion. Who was Colonel? And why was he here?
A big penguin stepped out of the shadows. He had yellow feathers along the side of his head. He was big in the means of muscle. And he was about as tall as Kowalski was. That had to be the Colonel.
"So I see you haven't grown much pipsqueak." The colonel said casually. He had a strong, deep voice. It wasn't too deep though. It sure sounded like a Colonels voice.
Skipper growled. Here we go. He thought. "What do you want?" he hissed. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Colonel George. He was never in the mood to deal with the guy. He absolutely hated him.
The Colonel shook his head. "I thought you learned to be polite to your superiors." He said.
For Kowalski, Private and Rico, this whole situation was just getting more and more confusing. This man was a Colonel, and the superior of Skipper? But they couldn't figure out what that meant. The exchanged more confused looks.
"I resigned." Skipper replied, annoyed. He relaxed his position and crossed his arms. "I don't have superiors."
"Ah, there is where you are wrong, Skipper." The Colonel said motioning his men to come out.
There were ten of them.
Skipper shot back into his fighting stance.
"You are being brought back." The Colonel continued. "So, you do have superiors." He put on an accomplished smile.
Of course, he and Skipper knew, nothing was accomplished just yet.
"What part of 'I resign' didn't you get?" Skipper said. He was stilled annoyed. But he knew one thing for sure, he wasn't going back. He hated that place.
"Oh we understand every part. But you only have two choices here boy." The Colonel said more seriously. "You can come freely. Or we can force you. It's your choice."
Silence grabbed the room.
Skipper thought about that. He could stroll into hell. Or he could let the demons s take him there. But the Colonel left out a third choice. He could fight the demons and stay where he was. He liked the third choice.
"I'm not going." He said calmly. Ten to four.
Let the fun begin.
The Colonels face scrunched into anger. But that was replaced with a grin. It was a creepy 'you're going to regret this' grin. "Get him" he ordered.
"Let's go boys." Skipper said.
They weren't too sure about fighting these guys. They had put two and two together and got 'military folk'. Military folk equals strong fighting guys with no off switch. This was not a good thing.
But two and two also got 'Skipper is a resigned military folk'. So they were trained by a military guy. That worked in their favor.
This can end two ways. Kowalski thought. Good, or not so good.
The Colonel sat back and enjoyed the show. He had to see what the Major had become. He didn't lose any of his personality so far. Strength was the real problem. How strong did he become?
Five of the Colonels' men went after Skipper. Two went after Rico. Two went after Kowalski. And one went after Private.
Rico coughed up nun chucks and swung them around like an expert. He was an expert in the art of nun chucks. The two mili men (Military men) exchanged looks of confusion, then looked at Rico and smiled. They didn't think he could use nun chucks. Idiots, Rico would show them just how wrong they were.
They both charged at Rico.
Rico jumped over the first one and whacked the other one with the nun chucks. He kept whacking the guy until he fell to the ground. When he tried to jump back up Rico knocked him back down. He coughed up some rope and tie him up, just in time for the second one to tackle him. He knocked the nun chucks out of Rico's hand.
Time for some good 'ol fashioned hand to hand fighting. Rico was able to block most of the hits. The mili man kept attacking. He kicked Rico's stomach, making Rico fall on his knees. He then Kicked Rico's face knocking Rico to his back. "OW." Rico growled.
He jumped back up and belted the mili man dead it the face. He fell backwards and rubbed his eye. Not a very smart move. Rico backed up, then ran and kicked the mili mans face. He fell onto his back. "Awhaw." He said in pain.
Rico picked him up. He spun the mili man around and whacked the back of his neck. His fighting was done. He felt a little disappointed though. That was too easy. He had expected a real fight. That wasn't very hard at all.
Meanwhile Kowalski had to Mili men to fight himself. He looked at them through narrowed eyes. Instinct. No thinking, act on instinct. Kowalski reminded himself. He didn't have time to think. If he was going to win he had to act on instinct and turn his brain off. So that's what he did.
The first one attacked him, aiming for Kowalski's face and neck.
Kowalski blocked every attempt at his upper body, jumping to avoid lower body attacks.
The mili man swung his foot around trying to trip Kowalski.
Kowalski jumped, and got hit with a flying kick from the other mili man. That was an old double team trick. Make the opponent jump so the other guy can kick him down. Kowalski didn't know why he didn't see that one coming. He had no time to think, though.
The two men ran at him. Kowalski got up and jumped to side, dodging both of them. He turned around, they were coming at him again.
This time Kowalski jumped over one of them and grabbed the mans head. He landed on his feet and threw the mili man over his head and into the wall. He saw the other one running towards him in the corner of his eye and spun to dodge him. He ran into the wall.
Kowalski went back to the guy who he had thrown into the wall. He was gathering himself up andready to charge again. But before he did, Kowalski grabbed his head and threw it to the wall again. The man slid to the ground unconscious. Kowalski didn't throw his head hard enough to kill the guy. Just hard enough to knock him out.
The other mili man grabbed Kowalski around the neck. Kowalski tried to get him off but wasn't strong enough.
Then he just let go. Kowalski turned to see that he didn't just let go. Another one of the mili men was throw on top of him. Both were knocked out. Kowalski looked towards the direction that the other mili man had to have come from, and saw Skipper. He was fighting four others at the moment, but Kowalski knew it was him. He had thrown the guy to save Kowalski from being choked to death.
During all of this Private was fighting the mili man who had gone after him.
Skipper had taught Private a trick to use on opponents. Private thought that now was a good time to use it.
He looked at his attacker with pleading eyes. He made his entire body shake. All in all, he made himself look like a vulnerable little kid.
"I won't go too hard on ya kid." His enemy said.
He ran towards Private and hit his stomach.
Private pretended to whimper.
"Sorry kid but orders are orders." He said.
"Oh I know." Private replied, changing himself back to being a fighter.
"What the-" he never got to finish.
Private spun to the guys back and whacked his neck. He fell to the ground unconscious.
That wasn't a fight at all. That didn't even earn the name child's play. That was the easiest thing Private has done sense he met Skipper. He was glad that Skipper taught him that trick.
Skipper trained with these guys? Private thought confused. No wonder he left.
It's not so easy when you have five attacking you. They all charged at the same time. Idiots. Skipper thought. Jumped over them and grabbed one by the head, exactly as Kowalski had done, but he never saw Kowalski do so. He saw Kowalski Struggling with one of the men out of the corner of his eye. He turned and threw the man knocking over the one attacking Kowalski. Then he turned to meet the other four.
They got the idea that one should attack at the same time. One charged at him. Skipper met him and kicked his stomach. He flew back towards the others. They jumped to the side and let their teammate hit the wall.
Another one ran towards Skipper. He jumped and stuck his foot out. He tried to land a flying kick on Skipper. Skipper caught his foot and spun him around. He threw him towards the other guy who was getting up from hitting the wall. The hit and went into the wall.
Two down three to go.
The last three surrounded him in a triangle type shape, two in front of him and one behind. The one behind him ran forward. Skipper back flipped over him and kicked him. He fell flat on his face. The last two ran, at the same time, towards Skipper. Skipper jumped over them. He grabbed the one off the floor and threw him at the Colonel. The Colonel just steped to the side. He let his man hit the wall head first.
Three down two to go.
So far, most have been knocked out by the walls. Skipper hadn't meant for that to happen. But it was easy to just jump over them and let them run into walls. Or to throw them into walls. When you had more than two guys attacking you, the wall was a good friend to have.
The last two circled Skipper. Walking around him. The never took their eyes off of Skipper. Skipper sensed them, he knew where they were. So he knew when one of them ran at him from behind. He spun around and blocked the attack. The mili man flung his flippers at Skipper attempting to land a hit somewhere. He chopped at Skippers head and neck, trying to kick him every so often. Skipper dodged or blocked all the attacks. But forgot about the other guy.
He kicked Skippers back, making Skipper lose both focus on his current enemy, and balance. Th one in front of him kicked him down. Skipper was on the floor. The second guy quickly turned Skipper onto his stomach and twisted his arms behind his back.
But he wasn't stronger than Skipper. Skipper pulled his arms free and elbowed the guy on his back. The guy fell off and onto the floor. Skipper turned over and jumped up, kicking the other mili man and landing on his stomach.
The mili man that had pinned Skipper down jumped at him. Skipper jumped and he landed on his comrade's stomach. They both got the wind knocked out of them.
It took them seconds to get back up and charge again. These guys just like running. Skipper thought. He dodged them both, then ran after them. Before they could turn around he whacked the back of their necks and knocked them out.
Ten down. None left.
Colonel George didn't like to be beat. He pulled out a double packed sleep dart. Their normal ones never worked on Skipper.
Skipper faced Kowalski Rico and Private. He smiled, they had triumphed as well.
They smiled back. None of them were tired at all.
"You think you've won don't you." Colonel George asked.
"You have no men left Colonel." Skipper shot back. "It's over, I'm not going." Skipper glared at him. What trick did he have left.
"Think fast boy." Colonel said as he threw an empty dart at the small one.
Private yelped when it hit. He was never a fan of darts. Skipper turned in Privates direction and looked at the dart. It didn't look like it had anything in it.
Kowalski pulled it out. "It had nothing in it." He informed confused.
Skipper felt a prick in his shoulder and jumped. Kowalski Rico and Private looked at him confused.
"That one did." Colonel said smugly.
They looked at him for a moment. When they turned back, skipper was holding a dart.
Skipper knew what had hit him the moment he pulled the dart out. He felt dizzy. He felt himself falling asleep, and couldn't stop it. He heard the Colonel. He turned his head and glared at him.
They all watched him fall to the ground. Kowalski Rico and Private went over to him concerned.
The Colonel pulled out some sort of military phone and talked into it. "I got him." He said.
"Good I'll send in the men." Someone replied.
"Don't fight this time." The Colonel Growled. "I have permission to kill you."
The three gulped.
More men came in a few minutes later. They grabbed Kowalski Rico and private and threw them into the back of a truck. It was animal sized and everything, but they didn't focus o details.
Skipper was tied up and thrown into the back of the truck as well. Then the truck engine started and they began to move off to…somewhere.