Chapter 1:

Skipper paced back and forth impatiently in the Penguin HQ. He was waiting for his arch-nemesis Dr. Blowhole to come, so that they could settle their differences with a compromise (of which he certainly doubted).

The other Penguins were sitting around in the HQ doing whatever they wanted. Kowalski was mixing a vial of a purplish substance into a pan filled with boiling fish oil. Rico was playing a video game filled with guns and adrenaline. Private was watching a unicorn show on TV and giggling at the "pretty ponies."

"I wish that crazy dolphin would hurry his Segway over here!" Skipper snapped. "It's obvious that that mad doctor's taking his sweet time. It's not like he's never been here before."

"Skipper, according to my calculations," Kowalski reported, looking up from his experiment, "Dr. Blowhole will be here in less than five minutes."

"Wha?" Rico piped up.

"I'm not sure if I even want to see Blowhole today!" Private said with worry.

"Not to worry, Private," Skipper assured him. "It's just going to be me and him talking of compromise. And hopefully, we'll have a treaty by tonight."

"Eeew!" Rico said.

"Negative, Rico. A treaty is good," Skipper said, "that's if Blowhole doesn't sugarcoat it."

"You mean you want to be friends with Blowhole, Skipper?" Kowalski questioned.

"No! Not friends!" Skipper argued. "I just want that dolphin to stop trying to get rid of us all the time. I want him to change his ways. It's not worth him being a baddie, and spending so much time in his hellhole lair trying to get back at humanity for making him so miserable."

"That's… that's understandable, Skipper," Kowalski agreed. "I mean, I would want him to stop bragging to me about how he has better technology than I do!"

"I hope this whole treaty thing is a good idea, Skipper," Private hoped.

"It will be, Private," Skipper said. "And when he arrives, I want you all to leave. I'll have you wait outside in case anything happens."

"We'll protect you, Skipper!" Private vowed.

"Indeed we will!" Kowalski agreed nodding.

Just then, there was a knock at the door… not the door from above the HQ… but the one that was in the side wall.

"Again?" Kowalski said with disbelief. "That's where he got into the HQ last time!"

"I'll get the door, Kowalski," Skipper grumbled. He stepped forward to get the door.

While Skipper was getting the door, the other Penguins got to work at cleaning up the place. Kowalski threw away the liquid that he was working on into the sink and shoved his equipment away into a cabinet. Rico saved the game he was playing on his handheld video game console and swallowed it. Private turned off the TV, even though he was a bit disappointed that he wasn't going to see the rest of the unicorn show.

Soon after the Penguins were finished cleaning, Skipper opened the door, and there stood Dr. Blowhole who was looking down at him.

"Skipper," Blowhole greeted with a frown.

"Blowhole," Skipper greeted back. His buddies stood behind him in a ready-to-fight position, in case their nemesis tried anything funny.

"Well?" Dr. Blowhole said. "Aren't you gonna let me in?"

"Sure," Skipper said, stepping aside. "Go ahead."

As Blowhole wheeled his way into the Penguin HQ, the Penguins watched him carefully. They didn't trust the mad dolphin… not one bit.

"Love what you've done with this place, Skipper," Blowhole commented.

"Oh what, you want a quick tour?" Skipper snarled.

"No," Dr. Blowhole replied, shaking his head, "let's just make with the treaty… get this over with."

"Wise plan," Kowalski mumbled.

Then Dr. Blowhole shot a look at Skipper's buddies and said, "Alright, first of all, I want all you peng-you-ins to leave this place until Skipper and I are finished."

"Say who?" Rico challenged.

"Just do it, Rico," Skipper saying sighing, shaking his head. "I'll call you guys back when we're through. I'll be fine."

"That's right," Blowhole said. "Get your tuxedo feathers and get out of here."

"Eeew!" Rico grumbled.

"Whatever," Blowhole said rolling his eyes.

As the Penguins climbed up the ladder in single-file, Private said, "I feel like Blowhole's going to do something terrible to Skipper."

"I'll be okay, Private. He won't hurt me," Skipper assured Private. That made Private feel better, but then the evil genius snarled, "Well, Private, today must be your lucky day, because I don't plan on hurting anyone today. But just this time! Now get out!"

Kowalski was the last person to go up the ladder. "I hope this treaty isn't just to save yourself, Blowhole," he threatened.

"Ugh!" Blowhole became frustrated. "Another peng-you-in talking back to me. Just go, Kowalski. Go."

Kowalski shook his head and continued up the ladder. He then heard the mad genius mumble, "Why don't you go back to school and get your PhD for real, instead of griping about me, birdbrain?"

Kowalski scowled and went to join the other two penguins outside.