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Chapter 3: First Field Trip

Uncle Nigel gladly opens the doors for his guests, whom gladly accepted the warm inside rather than the chill October air. Skipper, Kowalski, and Rico take in the aroma of tea, and burning wood. They know that the only place that gives off that scent is Nigel's very own cottage.

They all step in, and Nigel apologizes, "Sorry lads, Private just ran off to school." He knew the boys wanted to see his nephew, because it had been over three months since they seen the little fellow. They hated that it had been that long since they saw the tyke, but duty, work, called. Nonstop cases kept coming in, and on top of that the team had gotten neighbors in their apartment...Foreign neighbors.

Skipper despised them, well, really the only one who drove his patience up the wall. Julien. His high-ass. Apparently the new neighbors are royal. Skipper only thought they were a royal pain. He hadn't been getting much sleep thanks to the king, so the team had to put up with him being irritable.

Seeing his little solider, Private, had made him feel happier than he had been in the past three months. Private brought so much joy to the team, he had added to the brotherhood of the Penguins. He had become a baby brother to the Penguins. Kowalski, and Rico were more than happy coming to visit, anything to get Skipper back to a normal sleep habits. Even if it was just for a week.

Skipper sighs disappointed, he wanted to see how Private was liking Preschool. The kid had just started school a few months back, he hated himself for not seeing him go on his first day, but thanks to work, and incompetent neighbors he hadn't. He felt like he was a terrible older brother doing that to Private.

Nigel almost chuckles at how gloomy they became, "The lad did rush off the morning pretty fast, I believe it had to do with the class going on a field trip." He guffaws some more remember the mid-morning rush the boy gave off, "I was surprised that he didn't forget to put on clothes."

Kowalski smiles at the thought, "What kind of field trip, Nigel?" He asked, taking off his scarf, and making himself less stuffy in the heated house.

"I believe, if I'm not mistaken, they where taking the little buggers out to the zoo." He scratches his white hairs trying to recall signing the permission slip, but he forgets as he spots a blue wool coat, "I told the lad to his overcoat, must of been the pace he was going at." He scowls down at the jacket in his reach.

Skipper perks up and rushes to grab the coat, and the door, "I'll be happy to take his jacket to him, Nigel," Before Nigel could protest at the trouble of it all the door slammed tight.

Nigel chortles, "He can't stand not playing daddy, can he?" He smirks over at the two remaining to stay, who are smirking back in the process, "Alright, chaps, I do believe it's tea time."


The raven haired six year old happily hung his arms over the railings to get a closer look at the snowy white bear swimming graciously in the waters given to him. Private wished he could swim, but he hadn't learned. Skipper promised he would teach him soon enough, before a new summer came around. He sighed, he wasn't sure that the leader was going to keep his promise. The team had been so busy, they hardly had time for the small boy.

"What's his name, Percy?" His best friend, Hunter Seal, asks, she was a transfer from the states. He had begged Hunter to call him Private, but she wouldn't she said it was silly to call him by a nickname that didn't make any sense. So Private ignore that little kink, besides the girl was probably his only friend. The other girls, and boys didn't have such imagination as he did.

Private smiles a bit, "Ted," Then he frowns when three other classmates strut forward. They were the three boys that always got Private into trouble, or would pick on Private, "Oh, no." Hunter turns to see what he's frowning at, and she starts to frown too.

The three boys, Lucas, Brian, and Matthew had harassed Private from day one, or since the day he made friends with the American. Private was brave enough not to run it would be cowardly to. Penguins never run away, and he wouldn't either, "Look here at the cootie infested Percival." Lucas taunted, "I think he's the one that needs to be in the cage." The groups laughter made Private anxious at their tactics.

Hunter's face scrunches up in anger, "Leave him alone! He hasn't done anythin'!" Hunter can't stand these boys they never leave Private alone, and always pick on him for making friends with her. If there was one thing the girl couldn't stand it was big meanie bullies.

Each one of the boys smirk as Hunter defends the helpless boy, "Is this your big bad bodyguard, Percival?" Brain tauntingly asked, as he gladly pushed Hunter to the ground, "Gonna cry, baby?" Hunter glares at the bigger boy.

Private looks miserably at Hunter, and back to the taller boys, "What do you want?" He grabs his book bag straps tightly, fearing what he might have to do to get them to leave Hunter, and himself alone.

He enjoyed the zoo, he loved the zoo over in Central Park with the team when he visited every so often. But going to the zoo with three bullies constantly harassing him, Private did not enjoy it. He wished the others were here to scare the pants off these hooligans. He knew that Rico could just scare them by his scar, and the dynamite strapped to his belt. He knew Kowalski could scare them with his massive collection of knowledge. He knew Skipper could scare them all the way back to their mommies just by his military presence. Yet, he couldn't do thing for himself, but only do as they pleased.

The three boys look around sneakily checking for any teachers, or employs. After thoroughly checking Matthew grabs Private's uniform tie dragging him along. Private chokes out, "Where are you taking me?" He tried to stop his small feet from tripping up, but he only makes it worse choking him more in the process.

The two other boys chuckle evilly behind the poor defenseless boy, "It's a surprise." They respond to him, making him shiver in fear.

They come to a vacant door, Lucas gladly opens the door, as the two other boys push Private violently into the dark abyss. Private is slammed onto his side on something so jagged that he hear his arm snap. He screams in pain, as he watches the door slowly shut with laughter. Private manages to run just as the door clicks with a lock, "No! Please, please, open up! Open up!" He shouts into the steel door, hoping anyone could hear him. Forgetting about his injured arm he bangs on the door, he yelps when he figures out for himself that his arm is broken.

"Percival, you in there?" Hunter. She could get him out!

He mentally cheered, as shouted back, "Yes, please get me out!" He prayed in the dark enclosure that he would see the light again, "Hunter! Did you hear me?" He cradles his arm hugging it hoping that this would all be over with.

"I can't reach the lock! Too high!" Private's hope distinguishes in the same moment, "Don't worry! I'll get help!" Private can't seem to say 'okay' back, because he isn't. He's terrified of being trap here in the dark, it was like his nightmares were coming to life. He didn't like this feeling it was too intense he felt like it was closing him in...Caged like an animal...Was he in an actual animal inclosure?

Private was really starting to get aggravated with those third graders, besides haven't they heard of 'pick on someone your own size'? He was anger, frustrated, and mostly scared in this dark abyss.

Crunch.

Private's blood curdles. Something was in here with him. He tries to tell himself not to panic. Those boys wouldn't put him in a inclosure that had a rabid animal in it...would they? He gulps, as he hears another sound.

Sniff.

"Someone please get me out..." He whispers frightfully, as he gets onto his feet scanning the area around him. He squints his eyes into the abyss he is given,

"Anyone t-there?" He stammers out.

He feels something brush his pants he shouts retreating back on his bum. Private moans in pain when his right forearm was jagged around in the retreat. He bites his cheek to keep his attention away from the pain at hand. He shuts his eyes, and prays for a miracle...

"I forgot!" Private shouts ecstatically, reaching with his good arm into his side pocket. He pulls out a small keychain flashlight that he had gotten from Uncle Nigel when he went to a seminar. He clicks it on lighting up the enclosure, and lighting up the face of the new threat Private's faced with.

A badger.

It growls slowly at Private's flashing light. The light starts flicker losing the battery it holds. Private tries to reach out his hand to make friends with the badger, "N-Nice, Mr. Badger." The badger swiftly claws at Private's hand, causing blood to form from the deep scratch. Private yelps from the infliction that the demon animal caused.

Abruptly the steel door opens bringing in the sunlight from the day, "Private?" Private squeezes his eyes from the light, but reopens them to see a familiar figure, "Private!"

Private runs for him, "Skippah!" Skipper catches him immediately, "I don't like badgers..."

Skipper is unsure to be relieved or angry. When he finally got to the zoo he saw Hunter in a frantic rush, and when Hunter saw Skipper she couldn't have been more frantic. He hadn't meet her, but he assumed Private had shown her a picture of him. She dragged him along to the door, and telling him that a few of the older kids threw Private into one of the enclosure. An animal enclosure.

Skipper holds Private tighter thinking on it. He puts Private down, who whimpers from lack of contact, "Did you get hurt, solider?" Private nods, "Where?"

Private sniffles, "My arm...My h-hand too."

Skipper's blood boils at whoever did this, "Can I see, Private?" Private nods letting him see his hand first that was scratch by the bloody badger. Skipper then gently takes holds Private's arm trying to expand it out only to cause Private to screech in pain, snapping his arm back, "Shush, shush, I'm sorry, sorry, little solider, but we're going have to get Kowalski to check it out."

Private looks down shamefully, "I'm a wimp..." He mutters.

Skipper tilts his chin to him, "You, Private, are brave, and you didn't want your friend to get hurt. That's what's true, and good people do."

Private wipes his nose with the front of his good hand, "R-Really?"

Skipper nods, "Really."

Private sniffs some more, and turns to smile at Hunter, "Thanks for finding, someone, Hunter." Hunter gladly accepts the hug that he gives her.

"Private, who did this?"

Hunter perks up with her hands cutely on her hips, "Those third graders! Lu-"

Private shushes her, "What you don't want him knowing?" She stares stupidly at Private, these boys deserved to be ratted out.

"Skippah, can't we just go?" Private whines, not wanting to start World War III with the third graders, and their parents.

Skipper sternly narrows his ocean blue eyes, "Private, these boys deserve a fine punishment for what they did to you. Now tell me their names." Private puts a pout on, "Private..." He warns to Private who continues to pucker.

"You'll embarrass me." Well, that hurt Skipper's heart.

"Hoover Dam, Private, I would just confront them...And their parents...Maybe their principal too...Not to mention the schoo-" Private makes a face, "Okay, okay, I see your point, I won't do anything." Skipper says, though he will be finding out soon, whether Private liked it or not.

Private grins happily, but then frowns, "You know my first field trip really sucked." Skipper laughed actually this time, and pulled Private up on his hip, and held a hand to Hunter who smiled, and took it acceptingly.

"Next time, I'm being your chaperone." Skipper stated to the boy who was now deathly afraid of badgers.


Guys, I. Am. So. Sorry. I'm a terrible person for updating so late. And I mean late. Please forgive this awful person, I am. I thank you guys for being patient, and the reviews, favs, and follows! Thanks!

So beside being sorry...I think the next chapter will have Cupid in it! Yay! And maybe in another chapter I was thinking of what might happen if Private was kidnapping...Maybe I should stop torturing Private...I dunno give me your thought though, and requests! I'd love to hear 'em!

-aDORKable Rosy