"Well Skipper, considering the fact that we all seem to have been talking to people who aren't really there, I can safely assume that we are being impersonated. My only other possibility is that one of us is actually a space squid," Kowalski informed his leader.

"I'll take possibility number one." replied Skipper, who was now smiling, "Kowalski, more options concerning the last options."

"I can only think of one, Skipper. Blowhole is using his hard light projector suit and voice modulator to masquerade as myself and Chuffnell. In that event, we hunt down Blowhole and force him to confess thus dropping the charges against us."

"I like it," A confident Skipper told his team, "Commence: operation de-dolphin this habitat."

"Joey, there's been a change in plans. The entire team is needed. Release the prisoners," Skipper ordered the marsupial.

"What are they needed for?" Joey replied.

"That's classified."

"Wait a minute, that guy over there who claims to be your boss or something says they stay right where they are." the aforementioned penguin turned to face Skipper who had to hold back an expression of pure horror. General Carson. The one officer who terrified him as a cadet. Skipper's off the books, post-trial assignment would be a no go with him around.

"General Carson sir!" Shouted Skipper as he stood to attention. General Carson marched over, inspecting the younger officer.

"At ease." the general replied. Skipper relaxed slightly but kept his back strait and didn't look the other penguin in the eye. "What is the time?"

"0715 sir."

"If you recall capital offense no.1, section 6, appendix 15 in the Penguin Code it states that all prisoners are to be executed at 0600 hours, the day after the trial unless an appeal is made before 2300 on the day of the trial. Explain you have not carried this out. Did you sleep in?" questioned the senior officer.

"They are needed on a mission, concerning penguin enemy no. 3 sir."

"In other words you've gotten soft. You can't bear to take out one of your own."

"No sir."

"Very well. Open the gate." Carson ordered as he handed Skipper a gun. Skipper turned his back to his commanding officer and faced Kowalski who had been released from his cell.

"Present arms..." General Carson shouted, "Aim...Fire!"

A bang erupted at the sound of the last word, but not the one everyone had expected. At the last minute Skipper had thrown a stun grenade in the direction Joey and the general were standing in. Immediately, Skipper grabbed his stunned lieutenant, the two running towards the other penguins. When they were fairly close to the cage Skipper shot the lock.

"Rico, four grappling guns!" He had given these to Rico the night before. Sometimes paranoia did pay off. As they grappled to freedom the general picked up a radio. "Penguins know as Kowalski, Rico and Private...cough...cough...are wanted for escaping lawful imprisonment...cough...cough...Skipper for assisting. They are armed and extremely dangerous. Deadly force is authorized. Over." he choked.

"What do you mean this wasn't your plan?" Skipper yelled at the dolphin across from him.

"Do you have a hearing problem pen-gu-in? I said you've gotten your evil plots and conspiracies confused. I did not impersonate Kowalski and I didn't set your friends up. I wish it was my plan but it's not!" Blowhole snapped. The penguins had trashed Blowhole's base with a vengeance until he had finally managed to trap them in cage, which was one of the few things in the lair that still somewhat resembled its former self. "So why should I believe you?" Skipper demanded sarcastically.

"Firstly, psychological set ups aren't my forte. If you're looking for one of those go ask the not-so-psychic hen. Secondly the," the dolphin hit a button on his Segway.

"DIABOLIGIZER," it boomed. Blowhole growled with annoyance, then hit another button. "HARD LIGHT PROJECTOR SUIT."

"That's better, was stolen six months ago. I've been trying everything to get it back."

The villainous dolphin looked at the cage, only just noticing it was empty, "Damn," he muttered to himself just before he was removed from his transport by a kick to the face. He immediately flopped over to a pool of water in the centre of the room and disappeared. Rico grunted, pointing at the pool as if to say "should we go after him?"

"No," Skipper replied wearily, "our objective is to clear our names." The penguins began to make their way towards the exit.

They had been walking for some time in the direction of one of Skipper's safe-houses when someone behind them shouted, "I've got you now White Widow!" followed by crazed laughter. The penguins turned around. Skipper immediately shone his torch at the speaker. "Special Agent Buck Rockgut!?" He exclaimed, surprised.

"White. Black and white. White fur. White Widow!" The figure charged at them. He had Private down before any of the other penguins could process what was happening. Immediately the figure dove into the shadows. Two flippers reached out of the darkness, on the opposite side of the ally to where Rockgut had disappeared, grabbing Kowalski and knocking him out all in a matter of seconds. Skipper and Rico looked at each other. Both were trying to hold back their fear, but they were up against the most famous penguin commando in history. They looked behind them. The rock hopper penguin was simply standing there muttering to himself, "White Widow. Albino spider-monkey. Last sighted June 17, 1968…" and other facts concerning the current penguin enemy no. 1.

Rico charged, his flippers flying. In the next few seconds he displayed every punch, kick, and secret move he knew; regurgitating every weapon he could think of. It took Rockgut only 30 seconds to defeat him. Then he turned towards Skipper. They circled each other ready to fight.

"Listen to me Rockgut. You aren't in your right mind. White Widow was captured years ago," Skipper pleaded. There was no use reasoning with him. He was already lost to the winding corridors of his own mind

"Enemy," Rockgut muttered, "enemy no. 2. Penguin known only as Skipper, last sighted 29 hours ago, neutralize with extreme prejudice." Rockgut must have picked up Carson's announcement. If the situation wasn't so dire he would be flattered by the fact that he was considered so powerful. Skipper threw a roundhouse kick at Rockgut, testing his opponent. Rockgut blocked this with ease and countered with a punch to the head, which Skipper dodged, also testing his opponent. It was clear, despite Rockgut's madness, that both opponents held each other in great esteem.

The fight began. Rockgut punched, but only as a feint to get Skipper's flipper in the open when he blocked. He grabbed the flipper twisting it around attempting to get it into a hold in which he could break it. Skipper realized this, and used his signature corkscrew move to untwist his arm and strike back at his opponent. However, Skipper knew Rockgut would dodge this, and halfway down changed it to a flying kick catching Rockgut in the chest. Rockgut rolled with the attack back-flipping out of Skipper's range. The insane penguin charged forward to elbow, or whatever the penguin equivalent, his opponent. At the last minute he changed to a spinning kick and two punches with an iron beak twist. This was an extremely difficult move to block and Skipper was forced to use his signature move to block and counter (the description of which is classified). This was bad for the younger penguin as he had played the only ace up his sleeve. Rockgut smiled. Skipper stiffened slightly.

"That's your weakness," Rockgut smiled, which in his current state, looked pretty creepy, "the emotions you pretend you don't have." Rockgut distracted with a with a punch to the face, then front flipped over Skipper, kicking him in the back of the head as he landed, knocking Skipper out cold. "I'm takin' you back to the slammer White Widow." Skipper shout him before blackness closed upon him.