"Oh, Shelley," Skipper sighed. "Where are you?"
The egg, they knew, would be hatching soon. None of them could bear the idea of it hatching under the eye of that popous jerk, Sam. But, as much as they tried, they simply didn't have a clue where to look for Blowhole.
'If only you could tell us where you are...'
He looked at his team. They were displaying signs of fear and fatigue just as he was. Skipper lowered his eyes. He would do anything to find her...anything at all...
"Skipper? Kowalski? Rico? Are you there?"
Three heads whipped round and stared at the giant screen (you know it serves as Skype, in 'Our Man In Grrfursiclestan' It showed Buck Rockgut, I think it was. Good times.)
"Shelley?" Rico whispered.
"Is it really you?" Kowalski asked
"Where are you?" Skipper inquired. He didn't want to waste any time with niceties.
"Copenhagen Zoo in Denmark. Please help me, they won't let me see my egg and I don't know what to do." She looked close to tears. They all felt like murdering Sam in the most painful way imaginable.
"We'll be there as soon as we can."
"Thank you." She sniffed, smiled weakly and the screen blanked.
Meanwhile, Sam was slowly and lovingly caressing his egg. He couldn't wait until this one was hatched. This was his first ever chick. He hoped it would be a boy, but if it was a girl, he would love her and adore her anyway. He'd always wanted to have a hatchling, to be his child's very best friend. He stopped smiling at his egg when he remembered his own father's constant criticism and general unkindness. He'd only recently met Blowhole. Blowhole was not in anyway a parental figure, but he was a good friend to Sam. Sam had never dared to have friends because his father was so hard to please. If his father didn't want him to be acquainted with somebody, he never dared argue.
"Oh, my son or daughter," Sam sighed, holding the egg close. "I will always love you and accept you. Always. Daddy loves you, little miracle."
"What are you doing?" Blowhole asked. He looked astounded.
" I'm talking to my child."
"It can't hear you, Sam." Blowhole sighed. " But that's beside the point. Shelley has done us a little favour."
Sam grimaced. He was still angry with her for leaving...and hurt too. She knew that his mother had left too. Why had she wanted to hurt him?
"She contacted the peng-you-ins from the New York Zoo..."
"WHAT?" Sam nearly dropped his egg in horror. "How dare she..."
"She did us a favour, Sam. Though she didn't mean to, we must remember to tell them this when we have them dying."
"I'm listening."
"They come here to rescue her and we attack! By 'we' I mean the leopard seals."
Sam's eyes lit up. "That's genius."
"It is, isn't it? Now, I'd better get the troops ready." Just before he vacated the room on his scooter, he casually said to Sam,
"You'd better ask Hans to place Shelley safe somewhere. Can't have her running off again, can we?"
"No," Sam muttered. "No, we cannot."
Oooh! What's going to happen next? Alright, this is gonna explain why Skipper's 'Public Enemy Number One' in Denmark. I don't know how though? What should Skipper do to become Public Enemy Number One? Ideas? Please? This is pretty short, isn't it? Sorry, I was kinda low on stamina today. Again, thanks for the reviews. I love you guys!
