I have been trying to better my Private POV writing so Privates part of the story will probably be more in depth than the others. But I will write them in the order which they were transported. So Kowalski is first.

Enjoy! (Wow I say that a lot)

Kowalski didn't understand what had happened. He was in New York, then he was on a warm sandy shore. He didn't know where he was. But he knew that he had been in the Central park zoo. Now he was on a beach. It wasn't very warm, because it was the dead of night. He was alone, the only sound he heard was the chirping of crickets and the waves softly hitting the sandy shore. There was really nothing for him to do. It was dark, no one would be able to see him, so he pondered the past few minutes. Trying to figure out what had happened and where he might be. It was Blowhole. The last thing that he saw was Blowholes segway pointed at him. There was a light that came out of the front of it and hit him. And he was gone. Blowhole had managed to create a teleportation device. He was thinking about how Blowhole could've done that and where he was for a while. But the light from the rising sun interrupted his thoughts.

The sun rising meant that there would be people soon. He had to get out of sight. A penguin on a warm beach was unnatural. He found an alley in between two beach mansions. They were three stories high and wide as a caste. They were giants. They towered over Kowalski like the skyscrapers back in New York. Just not as high. They looked it though, because they were very close together. Kowalski couldn't stretch his arms out without hitting a wall.

And that's where he was now, in between two giants scared. He was alone. And deathly afraid of his surroundings. He didn't know what to do. That was normally Skippers' job. He was the one that had always kicked them into gear. Where is Skipper when you really need him? Kowalski thought. If Skipper hadn't been transported too, than he probably had gotten rid of Blowhole by now. And if Kowalski knew Skipper, which he did, Then Skipper would be furiously trying to find him. He would stop at nothing. That thought calmed Kowalski down a little. Enough to get his mind under control and organized.

First things first, he had to find out where he was. He had to be somewhere tropical. Someplace where it was always warm. It was the middle of October. It shouldn't be this warm up north. He had to be in the gulf coast. Texas, Arizona, Georgia, Florida, Mexico. Central America. All territories, countries under Mexico (Yes Mexico is in Central America.) Down until South America. And then now lower than the southern boarder of Brazil. What time period, he had no idea. He could still be in the 21st century. Or a different time. But Kowalski had a feeling he was still in the 21st century. Blowhole was smart. But he probably couldn't time travel. Yet. That would make things easier. And he could worry about that later anyway.

Now he had to do some eves dropping. That was the only way that he would be able to find out where he was. He was shaking though. Something he hadn't done in a long time. He knew right away that it was because of Skipper. If something went wrong, Skipper would fix it. Usually. And if he wasn't around, sick, or unconscious –which didn't happen a lot- Kowalski always had Rico and Private. They could always help him. In other words he never had to anything alone.

So now he had to summon his full courage. He was alone. No one was going to help him when they didn't know him. And no human would ever just tell him the directions to New York. They didn't understand animals. They weren't smart enough. He wished they were though. Then animals wouldn't have to be in cages.

Kowalski shook his head. He was off topic. He had to get out in the streets. Hiding from the humans of course. But he had to get out of the alleyway. But he couldn't. Every time he got close to the exit. HE jumped back. He tried again. And again…and again. But he couldn't get out.

Come on, Kowalski! He thought to himself. Urging himself to get out of the alley. Skipper could do it. But I'm not Skipper. I could act like him until I get out of here. No. No I can't. He has no fear when it comes to this stuff. And I do. But this is easy. He wouldn't be afraid to talk out of an alley. He would walk out cautiously. Making sure that he wouldn't be seen. But he wouldn't be afraid. Kowalski argued…with himself. He also would be denting my head right now if he saw me like this. He trained me for this. Bravery, stealth, logic. How to stay hidden. How to think defensively in unknown areas. Skipper had taught it all to us. To me. For this exact situation. Or something like it. I can't let him down now. NO. I must do this. Simple. Walk out. Hide. Sneak around. Eaves drop. Simple. Just pretend he's watching you. This is just a simulation. A test.

Kowalski decided on that. This was just a test. He would be fine. He'd make it out alive. Of course. Skipper would never let him die.

HE was ashamed. What if Skipper needed help. Here he was thinking that Skipper would save the day. Like he always does. Skipper needed help too. He needed to be saved too. Some times. Just because Skipper is brave, and clever, and knows how to carry things out (Missions, rescues, snooping, spying ect.), didn't mean he always had the upper hand. T didn't mean that he could never be captured. Or hurt. Tortured. No. Skipper needed help to. He would continue to think that this was a test. Just to calm his nerves. But he would find Skipper. Or they would meet. He would help save himself. It wasn't Just Skippers job. It was his life. Therefore his responsibility too.

Kowalski walked out of the Alleyway. His life. He would help save it. Help being the key word there. There was a poster about two feet to his left. It was leaning against the wall behind it. He dived behind it and looked out. The beach that was so empty twenty minutes ago, was now filled with people. Not packed. But there were a lot of people. Swimming, bogie boarding, wake surfing. And wave jumping. Others were tanning, or just watching. It was the normal beach vacation spot. Then there were people walking the streets, going in and out of stores, some with small bags and others with arms full of bags. There were kids skate boarding, people riding bikes, and a few people on roller skates. More people were at food stands, or carts filled with merchandise, sunglasses, water bottles, hats, wacky things that really look quite odd. This place had vacation written all over it. Well except for the workers. But they were ok too. They were making money.

Kowalski had to concentrate. He had to listen to some conversations…

"Yo, man. Did you use the jump today?"

"Naw dude, had homework to do."

"Homework? Dude why do you waste your time with that? It's like, boring, and…boring. Skating is way better."

"I don't know man, I need good education to get to where I'm going."

"Where is that exactly? Fancy prancy land? Ha!"

"Well, if I want a smart, girl with a good job, and support a family, then I'm gunna need a good paying job, too. And good jobs come with a good, well rounded education. You should try it. The boring classes lead to some really cool ones."

"Guh. I guess I could try."

That conversation didn't help at all. At least some people care to study. Kowalski thought. But he quickly snapped back into eaves drop mode and honed in on another conversation.

"This place is beautiful honey."

"Yeah. I love it. Too bad we have to leave in a few days."

"Yeah well that's in a few days. We can still have fun for now."

"Oh, baby. That sounds delightful."

"We can do it.."

"well if we.."

Kowalski snapped away from that one. Imagery not needed. He looked around for another conversation. When he found one, he had to stress himself to hear it over everything else.

"Look. We are here for three more days. Can you two get along until then? You may even have fun."

"Fine. But he started it."

"Don't blame each other. You both were oinvolved you both get equal punishment."

"Fine."

"Fine."

Not important. But Kowalski didn't expect it to be easy. It was a vacation place. People wouldn't be talking about where they were. Just what they would be doing for the next few days, or what they did do. But some had other conversations. Those were the ones that he had to find.

He listened to another one. Hopping it was the right one.

"OK so we went here, here, and here.."

"The water park was fun mommy."

"Yes it was."

"Where dop we go now magic map keeper. Who cant read a map."

"We've been here, here, and here."

"Oh well soo-oorry."

Another unimportant conversation. He hoped he would find one soon. Then some one stopped right in front of him. He ducked behind the poster and listened.

"You are making this so difficult!"

"I'm not!"

"Yes you are. Can't we just enjoy our vacation and leave the home crap at home!"

"It wasn't my idea to come to Tampa Bay! I don't like Florida!"

"Uhg! Why can't you just deal with it!"

"Hey come back here!"

Kowalski didn't need to listen to anything else. He knew now. He was in Tampa Bay, Florida. Now there was a new problem… What now? What did he do next?

That was answered for him. He wasn't paying attention and didn't realize that he was out of cover.

A woman screamed. "A PENGUIN! OH HE'S GOING TO PECK AT US AND KILL US! I SAW THEM BEFORE! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!" She shrieked and ran.

Kowalski didn't know people were such nut jobs. A penguin didn't attack anyone for no good reason. Well if they weren't evil. Which Kowalski wasn't. Kowalski wasn't evil. He would kill himself if he was. It made him nauseous just thinking about it.

He couldn't think long because a police with a rope on a pole showed up.

Kowalski ran. Instinct leading the way. Kowalski was grateful that he learned how to listen to instinct and let it take over. So far, it was saving his feathery behind. He ran passed people who gasped and jumped out of the way. The Police man was right behind him. He ran through the streets. Turning left, then right, then left again, and another two rights, and so on and so forth. But the whole time the police was right behind him. If Kowalski so much as stumbled, it was all over. But he couldn't let that happen. He was smaller so rocks, pebbles, twigs, and such were larger for him than the police. He jumped over them when he saw them, not willing to take the chance of tripping on it. He kept running…long after his side started to hurt him. Long after he started to get dizzy. He let instinct lead the way. And it didn't say to stop running. So Kowalski kept running. He could hear the police breathing heavy. He was starting to get tired.

But he could take a brake. Another police car pulled right in front of Kowalski. He had little time to react. He turned on a dime and ran down an alleyway. Good thing it was there or Kowalski would've run into a wall. He ran straight to the end. Darting out the other side right before another police car pulled up to block him. He felt the wind from the cars sudden stop on his feathers. That was close. Kowalski thought. Too close.

He kept running. But there was a new policeman now. And he was more fit than the last one. And closing in on Kowalski. Fast. He felt the rope from the animal catcher (Kowalski forgot what it was called. And quite frankly, he didn't care at the moment) Hit his tail. Fear made him speed up. This was going to kill him. He was going to die from over exertion. He was just going to fall over. Dead.

They ran for a while. Kowalski was ale to keep a distance from the police. For the time being. He was getting tired. Extremely so. He felt himself slow down. He hated it. But he couldn't go any faster. He had to slow down or he really would die from over exertion.

Kowalski felt the rope hit his back. The new guy was catching up to him. Kowalski kept running. He dared to take a quick glance around. He wasn't in the city-vacation sport anymore. He was in a grassy area. He was too scared to feel the grass whipping his lower body. He didn't feel it at all. But that wasn't important at the moment. What was important was the fact that he had to get away. Not be caught.

He felt the rope whip his neck. Running as fast as he could. Then he hit it. Ran straight off of solid ground and into water. He didn't even know what kind of water he was in. But like a penguin should, he shot through it. Getting as much distance as possible between him and the humans. These people were nuts. He missed New York. People were weird there. But they would just shrug off or gasp at seeing a penguin on the street. Or return them to the Zoo. Or just pretend that they didn't see anything. Some freaked. But not enough to cause hysteria. Not enough to grab many people's attention.

He thought about this as he shot through mossy water. It had a tint of green, and had many different plants in it. He also saw a fish once in a while. Not caring, or taking the time, to figure out what it was. Most were big though.

After swimming until he needed air, Kowalski popped his head out of the water. He knew where he was right away. In a marsh. There were patches of squishy land. Moss land it looked to be. The type that you wouldn't trust to stand on. Other moss and sea plants popped out of the waters' surface, here and there. There were also fish that jumped out of the water once in a while. Catching food Kowalski thought. Some fish did eat insects. Kowalski was treading water. Not moving in any direction. He kicked his legs to stay afloat and used his arms to help. But other than that. He was still. Bobbing up and down in the water. Observing.

He looked around. That was all there was to see. Moss, sea plants, the occasional land patch, and fish. He thought he saw something on the horizon. A woodland maybe? He took off swimming. Whatever it was. It was in the opposite direction of the city-vacation spot. The further away the better.

He swam for a while. Popping up every once in a while to get a breath of air and look around. It was all pretty much the same. Moss, sea plants, occasional land patches, jumping fish.

He Looked around as he swam. His heart finally calming down. The police always meant trouble for animals. But that was a story for another time.

He was looking around at all the life under the surface. That's when he hit it. The land. It was dirt. Or sand. Maybe both. But it was hard. It would probably leave a bump on his head. He really didn't care at the moment. He was tired. So solid land was a good thing. Weather or not he hit his head on it.

He climbed up onto soggy grass. What would you expect from climbing onto a land mass that was right next to a marsh?

He laid there for a while. Letting his heart rate get back to its normal thump thumping instead of Thumpthump thumpthump thumpthump. He also let his breathing return to normal as well. Resting. Grateful that Skipper had heightened his cardio-respiratory endurance. He took a deep breath. The air around him smelt like a swamp, and flowers, and plants. The moss and weeds. Enjoying it for a short time because now he had to find a way back to New York.

It was indeed a woodland that Kowalski had seen on the horizon. He started to walk through. Hoping to find some one who wouldn't chase him away.

The trees above him made him feel like he was in a haunted forest. Barely letting any light hit the forest floor. But it was also comforting. Kowalski didn't know why. But he felt an awkward sense of calmness in the forest. Then again. Forests always calmed him. Skipper too. Skipper was more at ease in a forest. Though he never explained why. Now Kowalski knew why he didn't explain. He couldn't because he didn't know why.

He walked into a circle of tight trees. There was one split directly ahead of him. But the other trees looked like they had grown together. It was odd. Very strange. It was almost like someone had planed thins. Maybe to be a meeting place. Or a campsite. Battle ground, or execution site. The thought of execution sent a chill up his spine.

He was standing in the middle or the odd tree cirle.

But he wasn't alone.

About twenty or so Monkey's. Kowalski didn't know what they were. They had ,not fluffy, sort of fat, soft looking tails. They were long. Not longer than their body. Equal to the main part. If you included the tail. The tail was half of the full body length. They were mostly light brown. Now very light but not dark. Getting darker where the limbs meet the central body (Shoulders, neck, ankles.) Their feet and hands, along with their faces were also a dark brown color. they had a strap around their chest, suggesting that they had a sward, spear or other weapon with them. Some of them were holding knives. Like early civilization knives. Native American knives. Close to the native American knife than the early civilization. Still deadly.

Kowalski screamed a short burst of surprise. He didn't even think about the native secies to this area. He wished he had. These guys looked deadly. And showed no emotion.

Kowalski having no where to run, didn't move. His heart rate spead back up and he felt like hyperventilating. But he wanted to keep his dignity. So he controlled his breathing. He was sick of running. And tired. He felt worn out. All he wanted to do was rest. But deep in the woodland so he would be hidden should the humans com looking for him.

He was still scared.

And then, changing his mind completely, another monkey jumped down right in front of him. He suppressed a screech and jumped back. Losing his balance and falling on his but.

The monkey laughed. He stuck out a hand and said "Hello mate, I'm Mike. This is my tribe. The Woolly Tribe. Only ones brave enough to take the name of our species. Sorry for the rude welcome. We didn't want you runnen' off. Dangerous beasts be lurking out there. Didn't want you to get hurt." He had a very friendly voice. A friendly posture to. He was almost completely relaxed. Almost. \But Kowalski suspected the beasts.

"I-It's ok. I'm just a little jumpy. It's a long, un normal story." Kowalski replied taking Mikes hand.

Mike hoisted Kowalski up and Smiled.

When Kowalski looked around he was astounded. All the others were smiling now too. Their looks of pure emotionless stares must have been to intimidate him not to try to escape. It worked.

"He looked back at Mike. "Oh And my name id Kowalski."

That was a little difficult. Mastermindhunter helped me along. The marsh part was her idea.

If you want you can look up Woolly Monkey. They are cute. And apparently buff. Strong.

Rico is up next. That should be fun.