Author's Note: I know it's past Thanksgiving, and I'm kinda breaking the unwritten rule by posting this; but then, RULES WERE MEANT TO BE BROKEN! Here you go. I'll post the other chapters later.


It was high noon, and the penguins had just finished their lunch of fish. It was a Saturday, and each of them was doing their own thing. The rest of the zoo were also relaxing and enjoying their day.

Kowalski was in the lab working on his latest invention – the Salt Shaker, which made snow, not salt, much to the chagrin of Skipper who had prophesized that it was going to explode soon. Rico was outside with his water scooter and doll. Private was watching the Lunacorns. Skipper was hiding in a tree spying on the White House.

This was one of his solo missions (he never learned from the last one to "Never Swim Alone" but instead was filled with certitude that he could handle anything, except mini golf). However, this time, he did tell his team where he was. "Skipper's Log: I finally have enough time to carry out Operation: Feathery Friends."

Skipper hopped over to another tree closer to his target. "For all too long, our cousins the turkeys have been slaughtered during Thanksgiving. What I don't understand is why the humans don't eat fish like we do?"

He settled down to wait. "Ten years ago, my third cousin five times removed came to me for help to save him and his friends. I was just a young headstrong penguin at that time with an opportunity for a promotion. I rejected him, and he and his friends perished from my foolish decision. I know the boys think of me as one who can do no wrong, especially young Private, but I do wrong. Well, never again will others perish for me."

The President came out and cameras began flashing. "The eagle is out. Time to roll," declared Skipper. "Operation: Feathery Friends begins now."

It was too risky for Skipper to rush in and grab the President. Instead, he considered whether to shoot him with a blowgun. He rejected it and took out his binoculars. Mr. President began speaking. "This year, like every year, a turkey will be chosen."

"Yeah, and every turkey else is going to die," said Skipper.

His radio began beeping. "Great Barrier Reef! What is going on?" yelled Skipper, almost falling for the tree branch.

He looked down at his notification. 'Private's Birthday Tomorrow,' it read. 'Remember to bring him a present!"

Skipper looked back at the President. "I can watch it over on the telly," he said, using Private's word for the T.V.

He executed a smooth back flip and landed on the ground. Then, he began sliding to the nearest gift shop. Skipper looked around for something or someone that would get him across the road. He found his ride.

The penguin commander slid under the ice-cream cart and latched on. The cart began moving across the street. At his stop, Skipper jumped off and hid behind a trash can. He looked up at the shop. It was clear. The penguin slid in.