I do not own PoM. The creators and Dreamworks own it.
Private walked up to Skipper, who was busy reading some files.
"Skipper?" He asked. The sturdy-looking penguin faced him. "What is it, Private?" "Where do babies come from?"
Skipper froze for a moment and whipped his head around to face the young penguin. "What did you say, Private?" Private blinked and repeated the question.
Skipper sighed and put a flipper on his shoulder. "Private, let me tell you about the birds and the bees…" Private looked at his leader, curiously.
"It all started a long time ago, in Argentina, when I met this beautiful lady at the coastline…" Skipper kept trailing on about his "so-called" girlfriend, while Private began to fall asleep.
"And she promised to write to me, but she never wrote any letters to me, not once! Women are nothing but trouble- PRIVATE!" Skipper barked. "Are you listening?"
"AAH! Sorry, skipper! What's that you were saying?" Private snapped out of his daze and looked at Skipper innocently.
"Can't you concentrate on one simple thing like listening to people? I'm disappointed in you, Private." The elder penguin shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Skipper." Private looked down to the ground, ashamed. "Go bother someone else with your questions right now. I'm very busy." Skipper returned to his file-reading.
Private sighed as he waddled away from Skipper and went off to find Kowalski. "Maybe Kowalski can help answer my question…" Private wondered.
Little did anyone know, Private's innocent question would turn the zoo upside down.
TBC.