Hi. It's the girl who has been adding ghost stories into my fanfictions to freak out the penguins again. Let's see who this time's ghost story is from... my teacher's. Heh, of course it's my teacher's. I'm too lazy to say which subject teacher it is and so I shouldn't keep you guys (and my annoying brother who is bugging me that it is his turn to use the com) waiting. Chapter three!

Rico woke up to the sound of the fish lid of the HQ being hastily banged into place, then harsh and loud breathing. He turned around and opened one eye to see Kowalski and Private against the wall, chests heaving, looking very pale as if they saw a ghost. Which they thought they saw.

"S-skipper," Kowalski gasped. "Skipper will not be p-pleased to know t-that you r-relieved yourself in the-the pool."

Rico yawned and poked his head from his bunk. He saw the quivering pair and asked, "What?"

Private actually jumped. Rico climbed out and walked over. "R-Rico," Kowalski stammered. "We saw a-a-a..."

"A?" Rico croaked, still puzzled.

"Ghost!" Private squeaked and they hugged each other for comfort. Rico's face was one of doubt and ridicule.

Kowalski shivered. "Really!" he said.

"Wanna go'n see?" Rico suggested.

Private shook his head, his expression of pure terror. "No! Not in threes!" he wailed.

Rico cocked his head to one side. Then he shook his head and made a noise which sounded like a short laugh. Private whimpered.

"Men, what is going on here?"

Rico turned to see Skipper rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "I wake up because I heard Rico laughing and Private making a pathetic noise and I wake up to find two of my men shaking like scared rabbits!"

Kowalski swallowed. "So-sorry, Skipper. P-private needed to g-go t-to the toilet and we saw a-a-"

"Ghost!" Rico squaked. Private jumped again.

Skipper had an unamused expression. "You honestly believe that ghosts exist? Marlene's tales were simply stories she overheard and it happened to people whom we don't even know. It may not even be true, and here you are, thinking that it was gospel truth!" He slapped Private and Kowalski. "What is the meaning of this?!"

"B-but Skipper," Private said. "We saw it. The black figure at the toilet door! It was there!"

Skipper rolled his eyes. "Fine. If it makes you feel any better we'll go and investigate the so-called ghost. I'm telling you, ghosts do not exist!"

So they walked in a group of four, Kowalski and Private shuffling as they kept at each other's side. Skipper wanted to take the faster way to the toilet as it was still 2 in the morning and so they were waddling through the lemur habitat. Rico was thinking about a story which stuck in his mind...

"...they were hiding from their scouts leader, and they found a good spot in dark corners behind pillars. If they so much as put a toe out they would be found out by their scouts leader and would be punished. So they hid behind a pillar each, facing each other. It was then did he feel something, like fingers, cold and stiff, running down his back, and his face instantly drained of colour. But he did not step away as the leader could be heard approaching. Opposite him, his friend's face was drained of blood, meaning that he, too, felt that feeling. Cold, stiff fingers running down his back..."

At this point, something slammed against his back and slid down. Rico screamed, causing Kowalski and Private to scream as well, and they ran all the way back to the HQ, regardless of how many penguins they had.

Skipper turned back to see that Mort was on the floor, with Julian still sleeping. He sighed and went back.

Mort was sleepwalking, and ended up at Julian's feet. The self-proclaimed king was having a nightmare and kicked Mort away, sending him flying.

Not another one, Skipper thought.