Lips in! Okay, this is my first CP story, so I hope you review...And enjoy!
Gary waddled back and forth, back and forth. "Uh, G?" Rookie asked, concerned. "Are you okay?" Gary stopped, muttered, and then continued his pacing. A brown puffle nudged him, and Gary finally sat down. His blue flippers were sweaty, and his lab coat was wet. 45 empty coffee cups littered the floor. PH, Dot, Jet Pack Guy, and Penguingps rushed in. Rookie said a few things. "Too much coffee, he's been pacing back and forth, and I don't know what's wrong!" Penguingps tapped the table with a blue flipper."Is this the new agent?" Gary asked suddenly, eying the young girl penguin like something special. She nodded her head, showing Gary her medals and Spy Phone. Gary groaned, causing Penguingps to blush a bright pink. "We need the Cream Soda," Jet Pack Guy decided, and they all left except for Penguingps. She tugged at her blue Music Jam shirt, nervous to be around the number one agent, next to the Director. Gary suddenly pulled at her blue hair, her black hat falling off. "Hey!" She exclaimed, pushing his dark blue flipper off with her light blue flipper. A barrel suddenly crashed through the door, to reveal Dot, Jet, and a group of other EPF agents glaring at Rookie. "Oops..." Other barrels were rolled in, one at a time. Dot was bringing Gary to a chair, to drink Cream Soda (The only cure for too much coffee) when she noticed a fresh pink mark on his flipper. "Oh, Gary, what happened?" Gary pointed madly at Penguingps, and accused her. "She slapped me! No reason!" Stunned, Penguingps couldn't defend herself much. "No-no, he tried to pull my hair and-" but Jet had a hand around her."Who said we believe someone who's had an overdose?" Jet got close, too close. "Jet!" Dot scolded. "No romance right now!" Jet got up, and grabbed a straw. They forced some Cream Soda into G's mouth, and he was soon calm. "Oh, my," Gary said, rubbing his feet. "Thank you, agents..ah, take a few coins from the sack, each of you." Slowly, the agents filed out, Penguingps unwillingly with Jet. "I'll show you around." He said. They visited the command room, the meeting room, the arcade, and the living quarters. But there was only 9 rooms. 5 occupied random agents, plus one for Dot, one for Gary, one for Rookie, and one for Jet. But a wooden sign was lazily marked: JET PACK GUY AND PENGUINGPS. She wanted to groan. This guy was too close, too friendly. They had just met a month ago, and he was getting closer than she wanted. He was cute, but she barely knew him yet. "Relax," Jet said, laughing. "You get your own bed and stuff." They entered, and she gasped. It was gorgeous, two fine beds, two dressers, two lamps, and two bathrooms. Out of the two windows something suddenly flew in. Jet got in front of her protectively, but Herbert snatched him, and escaped. As for Penguingps, she stood there as Dot, Rookie, Gary, and a few penguin doctors ran in. "What happened?" "How?" But she only pointed a flipper at the re-approaching bear.