"Aww, so you're caring for this little guy?" Marlene asked Skipper, eyes glued to the teen penguin before her.

"I could require a slightly different tone. You, know, because I'm an adolescent?"

"Aah, I'm just joking," Marlene assured.

"Since he has no one to take care of him, Tarence is now in our care, probably permanently." Kowalski chimed in. "I have forged and created a diagnosis scanner. It comes with a translator and a reader." He tried it on Private, and got a cheerful diagnosis, while Rico got a "Kaboom", and Skipper a normal one. Kowalski received an utter genius diagnosis, and now it was Tarence's turn. " Oh, and Tarence can finally walk again, by the way!"

"That's great news!" Skipper heard Marlene say. "He's all healed!"

Tarence was puzzled. Kowalski leaned over.

"Cover story..." Kowalski whispered. Tarence nodded.

"Let's scan your brain waves," Kowalski continued. He pointed the scanner at the recruit. "I see... ADHD. Though a minor case."

"That explains some of my rash actions... I think..." Tarence replied, "And or my mildly hyperactive nature."

"Not surprised?" Kowalski wasn't surprised, himself, but he was double-checking.

"Nope, couldn't have ADD! I'm just too hyper. Attention Deficit Disorder would be impeding attentiveness by laid back or errant-minded nature. Definitely not me!"

Marlene looked surprised. "What a vocabulary he's got."

"Quite," Kowalski smiled at the thought of someone that would understand him.

"I also love to write, sketch, and I have a liking to astronomy," Tarence continued.

"We have an artist in our midst?" Kowalski's face lit up more, and overhearing the conversation, Phil and Mason smiled at each other as well.

"Aww, I'm not all that great... no one's seen my works..." Tarence blushed in a light pink.

"So modest, as well," Kowalski added, grinning. Tarence began shifting around, becoming a bright scarlet.

Skipper looked at Rico in the distance, who was balancing on a bomb, while juggling seven more bombs. As Skipper turned back to Tarence, there was a boom, and Rico came back, singed and smoking. Tarence stared at Rico, and Rico stared back blankly.

"Fish?" Tarence asked.

Rico nodded, "Ah-Hah!"

"Figures..." Tarence muttered under his breath, as to not offend Rico. As he turned around, Tarence came face to face with Julian.

"Hiya, silly penguin!" Julian greeted, only to be stared at by a bored, white face.

"Can I help you?" Tarence asked with obvious displeasure.

"I need Mort off my royal feet!" Julian complained. The conceited lemur shoved his foot in Tarence's face.

"And... this is my problem, why?" Tarence frowned, and he shoved the furry limb away from his beak. King Julian shoved his foot, with Mort perched on it, back in front of Tarence.

"I am the King!" Julian stated matter-of-factly.

"I don't care..." Tarence retorted.

"Well I... wait..." Julian paused, looking Tarence up and down. "I haven't seen you before."

"Congratulations, Conan Doyle," Tarence replied sarcastically. Though, obviously, the lemur didn't get the hint.

"Who is this Conan Doodle you're speaking to? Is he an invisible penguin?" Julian asked absently, as Tarence looked at him like he had two heads. "I know! Kick Mort off my royal feet, Conan Doodle!"

Tarence walked away from the awkward lemur, and rolled his eyes. "Is he always this conceited?" Tarence asked Skipper, as Julian yelled for a so called "Doodle." "And dumb?"

"Ringtail is quite annoying and selfish," Skipper replied. "Though he was king of the lemurs in Madagascar."

"Oh," Tarence realized the Ring-tailed lemur was, in fact, a king in his far off homeland. Skipper remembered all the stupid things Julian had done.

"Show yourself, Doodle!" Julian screamed.

"My newest, organic invention has been completed!" Blowhole boomed. A large shadow rose over Blowhole's base. "The penguins will perish at last!"