After discovering they would have to take the subway to the airport the penguins improvised a human disqise including a trench coat, grabber claw hands and their spell game to do the talking. It got them through the subway and too the airport where they hid under the luggage convayer belt while Rico ate their disquise. Then they belly slid past security and into the cargo bay. Once there they hid in suit cases. Rico jumped into a sports bag, Skipper unlocked a brief case, Kowalski zipped into a backpack, and Private timidly slid into a golf bag. Six hours later they landed in Cannberra where they dispersed to search for a method of transportation. They each had a walkie talky. It wasen't long before Rico's garbled voice erupted from each of the devices.

"Top marks Rico. Well boys looks like Rico just found us a ride!" Skipper said.

They met Rico in a lot near the airport. Rico was jumping up and down by a motorcycle being very Rico...

"Sorry Rico. Four penguins can't just cruse down the street on a motorcycle."

"Aww."

"Spread out boys. Use the walky talkys if you find something."

Skipper rejected a huge van with 'ten inch rims, a satalite tracking system, and cup holders' that Kowalski suggested and a golf cart that Private said he knew how to hot wire. Finally they settled on a gray car with blacked out windows.

Private read the maps, Rico worked the brakes, Kowalski handled the gas and Skipper steered. Skipper decided they weren't going fast enough so he let Rico handle the gas. They got to the reserve in three minutes.

Private stummbled out of the car and puked in a bush. Kowalski fell out, Skipper hopped out good as ever, and Rico jumped out whooping and fist pumping.

"Alright boys. The outback." He spotted a tour. "Lets see if we can't get a tour. Rico! Knock knock time!"

Rico slid up behind the tour car and laid a tac under the back tire. He gave a thumbless thumbs up and slid behind a bush. When the tour guide stopped talking about the dingos and inched the car forward the back tire burst. While the tourist and guide trecked back to camp Rico patched the tire and motioned the other penuins over.

"Top marks Rico!"

Hi fives were passed around. Then they sped off. Private pointed them in the direction of the kangaroo herd. They stopped on a ledge above the herd and looked for the female with the special baby. Once they'd spotted her they slid down the cliff and stopped right in front of her.

"Hi! We're here to- oomf!" Private was kicked against the ledge.

"Hey! What choo doin that for!" Rico hollered. The kangaroo kicked him too.

Kowalski and Skipper shared a look then lunged at the kangaroo. She slapped Skipper away with her tail. She caught Kowalski and reared an arm back to punch him.

"Wait! We're trying to help you!"

"Oh really!"

Private stood. He dusted the rock from his feathers. "Yes, love we're trying to get you out of here before the hunters can."

"Oh those poachers. They'll never catch me!" She pointed to herself with her thumb. "This here is pure outback woman."

Rico wolf whistled. Skipper slapped him behind his head.

"Thank you."

"Can I come out now mom?" The white furred roo poked out of her pouch to his nose.

"Stay put Kyle, I'm talking to people."

"But moooommmm!" He cried.

"Quit that!" She pushed the joey roughly into her pouch.

Private took a step forward. "I'm sure you could take care of yourself, but you see we kind of need you-." Skipper slapped the back of his neck.

"What he means is." Kowalski interupted shooting a glare at Private. "That your joey could be vital to the study of the absence of melanin. How deeply the chemical affects creatures to see if we could help him live longer."

The kangaroo looked down at her fussing joey. "You could help Kyle?"