Kowalski was in his lab when Rico suddenly came inside. Rico wasn't a bird that knocked on doors before he entered, at least not if something bothered him.

The scientist looked away from his device and smiled at his brother.

-What's up? He said and tried to hide the curiosity and doubt from his voice.
Rico heard the fake tone Kowalski tried to make him comfortable with. He was just about to go out again as the scientist got more worried.

-Is something wrong Rico? Kowalski asked worried.

Rico just shrugged and made the tall bird even more concerned.

-Has something happened? Kowalski kept going.-Is Skipper okay? Are you okay? Did someone do something? Are you hurt? Did Skipper do something to you?

Rico just shook his head to every question, and when the scientist finally stopped the weapons expert sighed loudly.

-Worried. He said and looked to the ground. Kowalski got even more concerned. He put a flipper on Rico's shoulder and made the other bird look at him.

-Why? He asked and let go of his brother.

-'kipper. Rico said and pointed at his stomach.

-You ate him?! Kowalski said shocked and started to speak to his friends' gut.-Relax, sir! We are going to get you out of there!

Kowalski felt a second slap in the face that day. He looked at Rico who had an annoyed expression while he shook his head.

-Then what? Kowalski pondered.

Rico went over to the whiteboard and drew something on the surface. It was a picture of Skipper and an arrow pointed at his tummy. Skipper had a troubled look on his face.

-Skipper is pregnant? Kowalski said awkwardly.

Rico face palmed and rolled his eyes.

-Skipper is…eh…concerned…? Kowalski finally got it.

Rico nodded quickly and pointed at the leaders gut.

-He has a bad feeling in his gut? Kowalski said and got a worried look on his face.

Rico nodded again and smiled slightly. Kowalski smiled back before he turned around and went over to the working table again.

-I'm sure everything is fine, Rico! The scientist reassured.-And besides, what could possibly go wrong?

Skipper had just gotten out of the otter habitat and was on his way back to the HQ. What was wrong with him? What did his gut try to tell him?

After a couple of minutes he was waddling past the lemurs. The self-proclaimed king Julien was dancing his "booty" off, and the other two were busy trying to keep up with his dance moves. Maurice, the smartest of them looked tired and annoyed, while Mort, the little, naïve one was staring at the king's feet.

Skipper didn't actually care. He was too deep in his own thoughts. He held his flippers on his tummy while he was passing.

Maurice noticed that the penguin was way too emotional for his character. He stopped the "booty shaking" and jumped down on the brick wall surrounding their habitat.

-Skipper? The lemur asked. The penguin didn't look up, he just kept waddling.

-Hey, are you okay? Skipper heard him this time.

-What? He asked.

Maurice stared at him.

-You seem a little off, are you okay? The quite chubby lemur asked again.

Skipper sighed and looked at his little webbed toes.

-I'm not entirely sure anymore. The leader asked and frowned.

-How come? Maurice asked.

King Julien came jumping down beside his loyal servant.

-Why are you not shaking your booty, Maurice? He said irritated.-I did not order you to speak to the bossy penguin!

Maurice rolled his eyes and tried to explain himself. In the meantime Mort came over to the other two lemurs and watched the argument.

-You know what, Maurice? Skipper said.-Just forget it.

He kept on waddling until he could see his own habitat. He thought he might feel better the second he got inside of his home.

Suddenly he felt an extreme pain in his ankle and then a cloth covered his beak. It smelled like… oh no.

His sight got blurry and he felt his body get limp. He hit the ground and saw a bunch of legs standing around him. He knew something was going to happen. His ice blue eyes slowly closed and everything went black.