A.N.- Hey everyone! Since I'm almost done with 'Adventures in London' I thought I'd go ahead and get a jump on this one. XD Anywho, Little Christian and I are workin' together to make this story. I hope y'all will like it.

Chapter 1: A Good Explanation

(Trixy's POV)

"I can't wait to be back." I say quietly to myself. I had spent the last five months in a training camp in Guatemala. It had been long and tiresome, but it had been well worth it. I had learned so much while I was there; mostly about being a top-notch soldier, but I also learned a couple more ways to help me control my slight temper. I am now almost to the Central Park Zoo. Skippsy and the rest of the team's training camps started right after mine ended, so that meant that I would have to spend a few months with Private, Skipper, Rico, and Kowalski; which made me happy. I like spending time with them. I park the little car that I was driving in the garage and waddle over to the penguin exhibit. I slide into the habitat and am greeted by five, little, fluffy chicks.

"Hewo." Says one of the chicks; he has sapphire blue eyes, kind of like Skipper's.

"Um, hello." I reply rather confused.

"You talk funny like Uncle Pwivate." Says another chick; she also has sapphire blue eyes and also looks a lot like the first chick that had greeted me.

"Daddy doesn't talk funny." Says a third chick; she is much shorter than the rest and has bright green eyes.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up a second. Did you just say that Private is your Daddy?" I ask stunned. The little green-eyed chick bobs her head up and down; I frown. "Interesting. I do think that your 'fathah' is going to have some explaining to do."

"Daddy been bad?" the smallest chick asks tilting her head.

"Yes, I do think that your 'Daddy' has been very naughty." I open up the fishbowl entrance and enter the HQ.

(Nobody's POV)

Trixy climbs down into the HQ. "Hey, guys." She says smiling a little. The penguins look away from their poker game and look at her.

"'Ello, Trixy." Private replies smiling. Trixy takes a deep breath in hopes to calm her temper.

"Um, Private, could I speak with you for a second...alone?" Private looks at her curiously.

"Uh, sure." He gets up and follows Trixy to Kowalski's lab; Trixy closes the door behind them.

"Okay, Private, can you please explain to me how it is that I'm away for five months and return to find a chick calling you 'Daddy'? Because I'm as sure as fish that she is NOT my hatchling."

"Oh, that's Gracie." Outside the room Skipper and Kowalski are eavesdropping. They face-flipper themselves; they both know that Private just stepped into a verbal trap.

"Gracie, eh? And who the Buckingham would her mothah be, hmmm?" Private looks at her confused.

"What?"

"Who is the chick's mothah? And how could you do this to me?" Trixy says angrily shaking her head. Private continues to look at her quite confused; then it suddenly clicked for him.

"Oh! No, no, Trixy, you've got it all wrong. Gracie is adopted. We don't know who her mothah or fathah are. Actually all five of the chicks are adopted. Skippah has the blue-eyed twins Ace and Cam, Kowalski the gray-eyed chick named Cleopatra or Cleo for short, and Rico the brown eyed-chick named Rusty. And I adopted Gracie." Trixy sighs.

"Okay, so you haven't…...okay, that's a relief. So Gracie is adopted, alright, thank goodness."

"Didn't you get the lettah I sent you about the chicks a few months ago?"

"Lettah? Private, I was in the middle of a Guatemalan jungle; there weren't any postal services there."

"Oh. Well, anyway I sent one that was supposed to go to you telling you all about the chicks."

"Well, I nevah received it."

"Obviously."

"I'm glad we got all of this straightened out."

"Me too."

"I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"Hey, that's okay; at least you didn't attack me this time."

"Hehe, yeah." Trixy gives Private a quick peck on the cheek and they exit Kowalski's lab. "Hey, Skippah, where's the Advil?" Skipper looks at her.

"Why do you need Advil?" Skipper asks.

"I have a head-ache from all that's happened within the last five minutes."

"Oh, there's a bottle of it under my pillow."

"Thank you." Trixy walks over to Skipper's bunk and takes one of the Advils, she then lays down on Private's bunk waiting for the medicine to kick in and for her head-ache to go away. In the meantime the penguin fathers go topside to collect their children. Private goes over to Gracie who gives him a tight hug with her tiny flippers.

"You got in twouble?" Gracie asks. Private raises a non-existent eye-brow and shakes his head with a chuckle.

"No, Gracie, she forgave me." Private replies.

"Oh. Who is she?"

"Um, well, she's my, uh, girlfriend." Gracie nods her head as if she understood, but Private already knew that she didn't.

"What her name?"

"Her name is Trixy." Private smiles.

"Twixy?" Gracie nods her head as if she had decided that Trixy was a good name for Trixy. "Okay." Private picks Gracie up and takes her back down with the other chicks into the HQ. When they get there Trixy was asleep in Private's bunk; she hadn't gotten much sleep during her five month training camp and was exhausted. Skipper has the chicks laid down for their naps and he and his team go topside for some training.