A.N.- Here is the one that comes technically after The Troublesome Picnic, but it aslo comes after The Mr. Tux and Ms. Guen Files. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Warning

(Nobody's POV)

It was just a normal Friday afternoon and Alice had closed up about an hour ago. The penguins were in their habitat going over some new training moves. "Bob and weave! Serpentine! No, Private, that's not how it's done! Rico, show the private the correct way to tackle a ninja bowling pin." Skipper orders his team. Rico coughs up a chain-saw.

"Mwahahahaha." Says Rico as he attacks the bowling pin.

"Okay, Private, don't do it that way either. This is how it's done." Skipper leaps at another ninja pin and tackles it. "You see, Private? Now you try." Skipper sets the bowling pin back upright. Private tries again to imitate Skipper's tackle. "Better. But that's still not perfect. Keep practicing." Just then the mail comes.

"Skipper, the mail's here." Says Kowalski collecting the bundle of mail. "Here's my Scientists Weekly, Rico's Psychotic Explosions Monthly, your Dangerous Weapons Weekly, and Private has a letter."

"A lettah? From who?" asks Private receiving the letter.

"I don't know, but it has a London Zoo stamp." Replies Kowalski. All signs of possible glee at receiving a letter, fades from Private's face.

"L-London Zoo? Uh, I think I'll go have Phil and Mason read to me. I'll be right back." Private then waddles over to the chimps' habitat with his letter in his flipper. "Hey, Mason, do you think that you could read this to me?"

"Why of course, Private." Replies Mason taking the letter from Private's flipper. Mason shows the letter to Phil who reads it then starts signing to Mason. "Dear Private, I have some leave-time from my team and I am coming to come visit you. Your brother, Lieutenant." Mason gives the letter back to Private.

"Thank you." Private says taking the letter back from the simian. He then waddles back home. When he gets there he sees the rest of the team sitting around looking through their magazines. Private lays down on his bunk and mumbles. "I'm doomed."

"What was that, soldier?" asks Skipper, who had heard Private's mumble.

"My brother Lieutenant wants to come for a visit, therefore; I'm doomed."

"Why would that doom you, it's just a visit."

"Lieutenant doesn't just visit, Skippah, a visit from him, means a test of some sort. Probably a physical endurance test or something like that."

"Oh, I'm sure that it's just a visit. I'm the Skipper here, so if he tries anything like that don't worry, I won't let him. What rank is your brother, anyway?"

"He was just promoted to Skippah last week, sir." Skipper is quiet for a minute.

"Ah, well, there's nothing to worry about until he gets here, right?" Skipper then returns his interest back to his magazine. Private walks over to the wall and taps the buttons for the elevator. When it comes up, he gets on it and pushes the button for his level.

(Private's POV)

When the elevator opens, I step out of it and on to my level. I walk over to the computer desk along one wall and pick up the cell phone I had gotten for my sixteenth birthday and flip through the contacts list. I find Trixy's number and tap it.

"Hello?" asks Trixy.

"Hey, Trixy, it's me, Private." I reply.

"Oh, hey, Priv. I didn't realize that this was your number. So what's up?

"I got a letter from Lieutenant today."

"Wow, really? What did it say?"

"He wants to come for a visit."

"Well, it was nice knowing you."

"Very funny, Trix, that's not very reassuring."

"It wasn't supposed to be, I was being honest."

"Oh, well…"

"Haha! Know what? Call me when he gets there, I want to watch the 'visit.'"

"Fine. Good-bye, Trixy."

"Good-bye!" I hang up the phone and put it back down on the table. Well, maybe he will just be visiting. Maybe I'll be lucky.