A\N: HEY THAR! This is a collab of moi (me in french, people. Learn yo' languages.) and one of the authors from Kirbsters, my cool friend Hannah. This was a strange inspiration from walking up my driveway. :) I write first, Hanns writes second, and so on and so forth. LET'S GET THIS TRAINWRECK A-ROLLIN'!

Chapter 1: We Have No Fitting Name For This Chapter

Wren's POV

"Come on!" I yelled into Hannah's house, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. "DUDE, HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO PULL YOUR HAIR BACK?"

"A LONG TIME WHEN SOMEONE MOVES MY HAIRBRUSH!" Hannah yelled back down the stairs, appearing at the top and chucking a pillow in my face. Her long brown hair was a wavy mess. "SEE?"

I grinned, tossing the pillow back up. "No difference." I instantly ducked the flying hairbrush. "AAAAAH!" I screamed, running into the kitchen. Dropping my backpack back on the ground, i surreptisiously checked my reflection in a mirror. Brown hair, purple highlights, hazel eyes...yep, everything's in place. "Hey sexy." I greeted myself. "Come here often? I bet you do-"

"You talking to your reflection again?" Hannah replied from behind me, causing me to jump three feet in the air. "GAH! Don't do that to me!" I exclaimed.

Hannah threw the pillow at me again. "Take it out to the car. I'll be there in a few seconds." She attempted to pick up my backpack. "What did you do, pack your entire room? We're going to the Central Park Zoo in New York. How much stuff do you need?"

I snatched the backpack out of her hands and hugged it to my chest defensively. "Some nessesary items! Clothes, shoes, cellphone, laptop, camera, money...snacks...a stuffed animal...snacks..."

"How many...snacks?" Hannah asked cautiously.

I grinned and walked to the door. "Let's just say you'll have to go shopping when we get home. I'll be in the car!" I ran out the door.

Hannah had opened the fridge. "HAIL MARY MOTHER OF GOD!"

Hannah stumbled out of the car and slammed the door shut behind her...right in my face. "Grah." I mumbled. "I tink you broe my node."

"Wow...look at this zoo!" Hannah gasped, whipping out her camera and snapping a quick photo of a passing tourist. "SO COOL!"

I stepped out of the car and shot Hannah a sour glare. "Remind me never to ride in a car three hours with you ever...again."

"Wasn't I sleeping the entire time?"

I pointed to a bruise on my cheek. "In your sleep, you called me a hell-witch and punched me in the face."

Hannah shot a quick pic of me. "Ha ha, this is going on Facebook." She ran towards the huge gates of the Central Park Zoo. "Come on!"

I darted after her, catching up and grabbing her wrist. "Where to first?"

Hannah pointed. "The...uh...penguin exibit!" She and I ran over to the rail and peered down into the habitat for the penguins. Four adorable penguins waddled around a tiny piece of ice, waving. I gaped. Adorable things were my weakness.

Hannah pulled out her camera and took a picture. "Hee hee! They're waving to us, Wren!" She gushed, snapping snapshot after snapshot. One of the penguins looked over at her and stopped waving. All the others stopped, too. Like a bunch of cute-n'-cuddly robots, they locked gazes with Hannah and I.

"Eep...Hannah?" I gasped. "The penguins...creepy..." I tugged on her arm. "Stop taking pictures..."

Skipper's POV

"Smile and wave, boys." I muttered out of the corner of my beak. "Just smile and wave." My eyes scanned the crowd. Two tourists were bothering me. One was taking a suspicious amount of pictures, and the other carried a suspiciously large bag...

Jumping jellyfish! It all snapped into place. They must be Dr. Blowhole's agents, come to spy on us and learn our secrets! I stopped waving. Kowalski, Rico, and Private all looked at me. "Skippah?" Private inquired.

"Spies at 2 o'clock." I snapped, whipping around to face Kowalski. "Kowalski! Options!"

Kowalski whipped out his notebook and a red Crayola crayon. "We could run and hide in the HQ...in a manly way...and send Rico to blow them up."

I faceflippered. "Any options that don't involve explosions?" Out of the corner of my eye, Rico swallowed a steaming stick of dynamite.

Kowalski scratched his head with the end of the crayon. "We could hide in the backpack of the purple one."

"Brilliant." I replied. "Private, you're the cute one: distract and attract. Rico and Kowalski, follow me." I slid down the fishbowl entrance, and into the HQ.

Kowalski ran by a table and grabbed a vial filled with blue ooze.

"And what would that be?" I inquired.

"Disguises. So we can fit in with the humans later." Kowalski replied, darting up the ladder. I followed. We soon came across the two young spies. The purple one was giving the camera-holder a lesson. "...And I could have sworn the penguin had dynamite..."

I narrowed my eyes. This is worse than expected, I thought. Executing a perfect frontflip, I landed silently on the backpack. Unzipping it, I slipped inside. I was followed by Kowalski, Rico, and Private, who had caught up with us. Excellent. "Phase one complete."