I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update. Been having trouble moving it along. ^/_/^. But I was able to get some thoughts together. So here's the next chapt.

Enjoy!

Skipper stayed inside the whole day. He didn't want to. He wanted to go out and do what he always did. He didn't want to stay inside and do…nothing. But the guys had said it would arouse to much suspicion, and there was no use in arguing. Kowalski had appointed himself as the new leader. And no one complained. Except for Skipper, of course. But it didn't change anything so he quickly gave up.

Alice thought it was weird to only see three penguins. But she didn't give it much thought and moved on.

Everyone went about their normal business. Entertaining the humans and acting cute.

But Skipper had nothing to do. He was so used to his normal routine that not being able to do it felt so weird. So wrong. His natural calling told him to do the normal activities. But his child calling told him to sleep the day away. He didn't want to just sleep, it wasn't normal for him. Eventually he gave into his child calling and took a nap. There was nothing else for him to do. He couldn't drink coffee. He couldn't reach his cup. And Kowalski had disassembled the coffee machine. Kowalski had hidden the remote for the TV (To Skippers despair). So he took a nap. It took him a few minutes to jump up to the bottom bunk and pull himself in, though. He curled up on top of the blanket and settled his head on a pillow. All in all, it was pretty comfortable.

Private came in at noon to check on Skipper. He smiled when he saw him. Skipper was lying in the bottom bunk, sleeping. He looked so cute. A little bundle of black and white all curled up. Private watched him for a few seconds. His little body breathing. Preciousness. Purely. Well that's what he thought anyway. He thought a lot of things were cute and precious.

He climbed the ladder, opened the latch door and called for Kowalski. He had to see it. He had a rough start with Skipper. Maybe seeing this will set things straight. Skipper did warn that he would act like a kid after all.

"What Private?" Kowalski asked, still annoyed at what happened in the morning. It took them almost an hour to clean up Skippers mess. He should've cleaned it. But Private said no, a butt beating was enough. Kowalski didn't think so. Skipper would've deserved to clean his mess up. He was still annoyed at Private.

"You should see this." Private replied calmly.

"See what?" Kowalski asked harshly.

"Just come down." Private said jumping off the ladder.

Kowalski sighed. Private was hard to work with sometimes. "I'll be right back Rico." He said over his shoulder, jumping down into the HQ.

Private was standing there smiling at him.

"What?" Kowalski asked wanting to see whatever it was Private wanted him to see and get back out.

Private pointed at Skipper.

Kowalski looked at Skipper. He was sleeping in the bottom bunk, curled into a little ball. He was still ticked off. Skipper was a real devil so far. He was cute, Kowalski gave him that. That's why Rico and Private forgave him so quickly, But Kowalski wasn't buying it. Not for one second. Skipper was a child now, children have their ways of getting things. He just saw it. Skipper would play someone and get something that he wasn't supposed to have, and then he would drive the three of them up a wall. It wasn't happening. Kowalski would make sure of it. He was cute now, sure. But later…oh, later he wouldn't be so cute. "So he's sleeping. And?" Kowalski asked impatiently.

Private just stared at him. Kowalski really needed to learn how to forgive. Skipper said that if he was going to be treated like a child he would act like one. Children were patience testers, tolerance testers. They made mistakes, but everyone does. Above all else, children needed to be cared for, their mistakes forgiven. Private saw a very bad relationship forming between Skipper and Kowalski. And he didn't like it, not one bit. "Never mind Kowalski." He replied disgusted. Kowalski might have appointed himself the new temporary leader, Private really didn't have too big a problem with that. But he appointed himself Skippers shield against Kowalski. He had a bad feeling that Skipper was going to need one.

He shook his head and climbed back up the ladder. Before he left he looked back down at Kowalski. "You don't have to like him Kowalski," He said, "but could you at least forgive him?" He jumped out.

Kowalski looked back at Skipper. He was vibrating. Why would he do that? Kowalski walked up closer to him. No, he wasn't vibrating, he was shivering. He was cold. Kowalski looked down, You don't have to like him, but could you at least forgive him? Private's voice repeated in his head. He couldn't leave Skipper shivering like that. It wasn't right, it was mean, and above that, it was inhumane to leave a child shivering. Kowalski reached for the blanket underneath Skipper, but stopped. That would wake him up, and he couldn't do that. He took the blanket from another bunk and covered Skipper with it. Skipper almost immediately stopped shivering and pulled the blanket tighter around himself.

Kowalski smiled, he really was cute. He went to the ladder and grab ahold of the cold metal. He climbed halfway when he head Skipper speak.

"Tank you Walski." He squeaked sluggishly. He fell back to sleep.

Kowalski froze and looked down at Skipper. He couldn't help smiling, that was too cute. He then had to shake it off. Children were angels and devils. The devil side would come out eventually. He climbed the rest of the ladder and joined the guys at waving goodbye to the morning crowd

Skipper woke up at four o'clock in the afternoon. He felt well rested. He hadn't felt that way in a while. He had never slept for more than five hours a day. Not fully anyhow. And he had a good dream. A very childish dream though. He dreamed he was in a valley, but not just any valley. An ice cream valley with vanilla mountains, cherry avalanches, chocolate volcanoes, with hot fudge lava, mint chocolate chip hills, and edible grass dotting it. And it all tasted so real. He could even taste the sugary sweat aftertaste. But then he woke up. It was such an awesome dream.

The zoo would close in two hours. Skipper still had some time to burn. The guys wouldn't be back down until the zoo was officially closed. He could do anything he wanted. Anything. Skipper thought about maybe taking some sticks and banging on stuff. But that seemed too boring. He could look for the remote for the TV, but that would take too much time. He could look for the radio, it was probably somewhere in the closet in the hallway. It would be hard to get to in his current form anyway. Plus he'd probably make a lot of noise, which would attract Kowalski, who wouldn't be too happy. He didn't need another butt beating. Which was almost guaranteed if he made a mess of the closet. That sucked. Anything and everything he did had to be ok by Kowalski or he'd be in trouble. The usual child trouble, yelled at, sent to a corner or room, or what had happened before. Spanking.

Skipper didn't know what to do, but he was getting very bored. He decided to take a break from thinking. He was hungry, maybe after eating something he'd be able to think clearer. He went to the refrigerator and pulled it open. It took him two tries, for the door was quite heavy for him. It was annoying how much he couldn't do in his child form. He looked up at the massive inside of the refrigerator. There were fishcakes, sushi, fish, a few juice boxes, some soda, a half-eaten cupcake, shrimp, and cake sitting on a glass plate.

Skipper looked over the contents of the fridge another few times. His eyes fell onto one object. The cake. Ever since he saw it the first time he'd wanted it. But it was a full cake, he probably couldn't finish it all. And Kowalski probably didn't want him to eat it all. Probably didn't want him to eat any. He was never given permission to eat the cake. Then again, Kowalski never told him that he couldn't have the cake. And it did look awful yummy sitting on the top shelf…all alone. It was probably very lonely, alone on the shelf. It would probably love to be eaten. That's what cakes were made for. To be enjoyed and eaten. So, why shouldn't eat it? It was made to be eaten, not left alone on the top shelf of the refrigerator.

Skipper tried to fight the temptation. "No, no cake. Don't eat the cake," He told himself, "Sure, it's a perfectly round, with vanilla and chocolate swirly icing, chocolate and rainbow sprinkles, fondue stars, with fudge chunks sticking out of the side, cake. B-b-bu-bu-but-but it's not made for-for-for-for you. No, it's not yours." Unfortunately, that failed. "But's it looks awful lonely on that shelf. It looks yummy to. Maybe-maybe, I-I could have just…one bite. It couldn't really hurt." He couldn't help it. Cake was a favorite dessert. And that specific cake, that he was staring at, looked very, very yummy. Maybe it didn't taste as good as it looked. But he absolutely had to find out.

He climbed up to the shelf and sat next to the cake. And then it hit him. He didn't have any means of carrying the cake out of the refrigerator. He couldn't build anything, he didn't know how. He couldn't lower the cake out, he was too small. He had climbed all the way up here for nothing. What was he supposed to do? Eat it in the refrigerator?

"Stupid!" Skipper said slapping his flipper to his face. He could just eat the cake in the refrigerator. It was easy, fast, and he wouldn't have to go anywhere.

So he sat in the refrigerator and ate the cake. It was even more delicious than he could ever hope. Easily the best cake he'd ever eaten. All the sprinkles tasted sugary sweet, the icing was very sweet as well. What topped everything off, was the fudge. Even though it was cold, it still basically melted in his mouth. It didn't take him long to finish the cake.

And when he was done with every morsel of sugary goodness, he was absolutely, without a doubt, sugar high. It was like being drunk. Only it didn't slow him down or slur his speech, it sped him up and his talking too. He couldn't think straight, he couldn't do anything slowly. Everything was slightly blurred, and very bright. He felt like a rocket ready to explode. He had the sudden urge to jump up and run around.

But he forgot a few things. He still wasn't sure if he was allowed to have the cake, whether he realized it or not, He was still in the refrigerator, and the plate that held the cake was made of glass. The cake might've been gone, but the plate was still there.

So, when he jumped up, his feet hit the slimy plate, causing him to trip, which sent both him and the plate flying downwards towards the floor. The plate crashed into a million pieces and he fell flat on his back. A few small pieces of broken glass lodged into his back, but he didn't feel it. He was in a sugar high, commonly known to adults as a major sugar rush. He jumped back up and ran around the room, clueless as to what else to do with his hyperness. He ran into the TV, breaking the screen, and continued to run around. He ran into walls and the doors, and one other thing… legs.

To be more specific Kowalski's legs. A very shocked, very angry, very annoyed, Kowalski.