Kowalski: You had to write another fan fiction.
Considering Virus is ending soon, I had to find myself another idea, before I lost my writer's touch. Also, this technically isn't my work. I'm continuing this story for a friend.
Kowalski: Granted. So what is it about?
You'll see. Here's Chapter 1, after a few slight adjustments made by your truly. Enjoy!
A.N. Continuing this story was a request from my good friend Princess Self-Respectra. Thank you for trusting me with it! I promise I'll do my best :)
This chapter is written in Private's perspective. Oh yes, it was also written before the episode "Private and the Winky Factory", just to clear things up.
It was a sunny late afternoon. The day gone by slowly so far, but my boredom only grew faster. I waddled over to my bunk and checked underneath my pillow for my peanut butter Winkie discount bag; one hundred and fifty winkies in a bag for the price of fifty. What a smashing deal that was! I bought it at Cost-Go a couple of weeks ago after our vacation at the Hoboken Zoo.
I was devastated to find the bag empty, and not only that but whoever ate it didn't bother to throw away the wrappers. It was hard to distinguish who the culprit was. I've always had my eye on Rico ever since the incident with the candy apple, but Kowalski was the real one with a sweet tooth. However much he tried to hide it, he wasn't fooling anyone. Whoever it was, also left chocolate and peanut butter stains on my pillow!
I needed someone to come with me to the store, for I know Skipper doesn't like it when I go out alone when it's dark out. Ever since going to central park for the Shakespeare plays, he's been even stricter!
The team was busy today. Rico was brushing his doll's hair and he doesn't like being disturbed at the time. Kowalski was experimenting in his lab, so I hesitated before asking him to help me, and from the sounds of it, I didn't want to even disturb him at first. From the other side of the door, I could hear Kowalski clanging around test tubes, while mixtures of formulas bubbled, and his mad scientist laughter echoed off the walls of HQ.
I paused before knocking on Kowalski's lab door, but I pulled myself together and knocked.
"What?" Kowalski asked, ripping his door open and gazing down at me in his goggles.
I have to admit, he scares me whenever he does that. Several times in the past, he almost slammed the door in my beak from opening it to fast.
"I was just wondering if you knew who ate my peanut butter winkies?" I asked nervously.
"That's what you bothered me for? Private, please! Do you really think such a genius, as myself, would have any desire to eat such junk food?"
"Yes." I replied with a deadpan face.
Kowalski rolled his eyes at me.
"Well I didn't eat them. Now please leave me alone, so I can concentrate on science!"
Skipper was seated at the concrete table, staring down at a map. He looked to be in deep thought; I'd hate to ask him for help.
I decided I could have another snack, and turned around to waddle the opposite way from Skipper, but that's when he said something to me.
"Why such the long face, young Private?" Skipper asked.
"Oh..," I turned to face him, "...it's just someone ate all my peanut butter winkies" I replied as I showed him the empty bag.
"Looks like we need to go out on a late night emergency snack run. Commence operation: Late Night Snack!"
"Yay!" I cheered, very surprised to see Skipper in such a jolly mood.
I followed him up the ladder and out of the fish bowl hole. The sun was already leaving the sky, and pretty soon the moon would take its place.
"This way," Skipper said, beckoning me towards the Elephants habitat.
We went into penguin stealth mode, and silently slid in and out between garbage cans and benches, without anyone aware we're there. Next thing I knew we were in the streets of New York.
Kowalski: Not too shabby for a first chapter.
Yes... Problem is, we've only got this chapter for starters.
Kowalski: That would mean a lot of work for us.
Ah, well. Let's get writing then.