So this is something totally new for me to be trying, it'll be aimed at being just light hearted nonsense and I really hope you all enjoy.

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Chapter One: In the Air

Skipper stirred his drink with his fish and sniffed the air,' I smell something off men!' he announced.

'Could it be the rotten fish sir?' asked Private, who was sitting opposite the table from Skipper, building a house of cards and indicating the pile of slowly rotting fish which sat at the other end of the room.

'Well that's what comes of letting Rico go on holiday,' said Skipper,' but I meant something was off as in wrong kind of off!'

Private glanced round the somewhat empty room and said blandly,' I don't see anything the matter Skipper.'

Skipper leaned his face right into Privates,' are you calling me wrong!' he demanded.

'No,' Private looked innocent,' it's just I'm pretty sure it's the fish.'

Skipper turned his head to look at the pile of rotting fish and drew a long breath,' we have to draw lots on that one,' he said,' the man who loses removes it.'

Private tapped his flippers together,' but sir, who will be joining the drawing of lots?' he asked.

'You will,' said Skipper,' oh you just lost, get rid of it Private.'

Private drew a long breath,' permission to get a protective head cover?' he said.

'Granted,' replied Skipper.

Private skipped across the room and whizzed through the door leading to Kowalski's lab. He had thought Kowalski was preparing for his date with Dorris, but instead he found him bending over a tube of red liquid, with a pair of goggles on.

'Hey Kowalski, what are you doing?' asked Private in a happy chirp.

Kowalski started at the sound of a voice and spun about as though caught in the act of doing something illegal. He threw himself in front of the test tube to hide it from sight and gave Private a very weak smile.

'Just getting ready... you know... big date.'

'Bigger than usual?' asked Private, and then seeing Kowalski blush he gave the most sentimental squeak and cried,' you are going to propose!'

'Shhh!' cried Kowalski, snapping a flipper over Private's beak,' shhh! Someone might hear you!'

Private wiggled away from his friend's beak covering flipper and asked simply,' won't everyone know really soon if you do ask her?' he inquired.

Kowalski glanced toward the door and seeing Skipper was out of earshot he said in a low voice,' I'm trying to concoct a potion which will make me more …,' he halted.

'Confident?' offered Private.

'At ease,' corrected Kowalski.

'So, how is it going?' asked Private, waddling over and pushing past Kowalski to see the test tube,' is it the red stuff?' he asked.

'It's very basic still,' insisted Kowalski, pushing Private away,' it needs work. At the present time goodness only know what it could do.'

'End the world?' asked Private, going on old experience.

Kowalski rolled his eyes,' simple minded,' he told Private blandly,' it has no lethal fluid in it, only a good dose of confidence and...,' he gazed at a picture of Dorris, which he had pinned to the wall above his desk and signed,' love,' he said, his tone dreamy and spaced.

'It just needs fairy dust and moon hugs!' cried Private, hopping from one foot to the other in his excitement.

That brought Kowalski back to his senses,' moon hugs and fairy dust do not exist in this mundane world of ours,' he said coolly,' science does not allow for...'

Private was ignoring him however and skipping over he snatched up the red liquid, apparently totally bewitched by it.

'Private!' shouted Kowalski, attempting to snatch back the vile.

It spun into the air above them both and came down smashing into the lid of a vat of gas and messing over. Just as both penguins were drawing a long breath of relief there was the sound of an explosion and the red liquid melted the lid of the vat and sent gas spiraling into the air, out the door (Skipper shouted,' what in the world!) and out the main hatch door.