"Agents," said G, clapping his hands together, "I have called you here because..." An earthquake shook Jet Pack Guy and I. "Well, because of that. As you may know, the earthquakes started a week ago." Jet Pack Guy nodded.

"I actually thought they were fun at first." I said. G nodded.

"To be honest, I actually thought so too." He waddled over to a blackboard. "According to geographical studies, Club Penguin is prone to occasional shakes called ice tremors, but these are much bigger, much worse, and much more frequent. Naturally, the PSA began investigating."

"And what did you find?" Asked Jet Pack Guy, flippers crossed.

"There is no way these earthquakes can be happening naturally." G said. "According to my geographical calculations..." He rambled on for about 30 seconds until I raised my flipper.

"May we please have the shorter version?" I asked. He nodded.

"Simply put, someone or something is causing these tremors on purpose."

"Three guesses who." Jet Pack Guy growled. G nodded.

"The PSA has no direct evidence that Herbert is involved, but we are sending you to figure that out." He pointed to a machine about the size of a copier, with a piece of paper with many peaks and dips on it. "This seismograph should help pinpoint the location of the quakes. As soon as the next one hits we..." G was cut off by a massive shake.

"Well, that was convenient." He said, straigtening his glasses. "It shows that that one was at the Dock. Check it out and report back to me."

We did so and as soon as we arrived a massive drill popped out of the ground, towing a wagon with flames painted on the side. Inside was a familiar crab toting a lantern.

"Herbert!" Jet Pack Guy and I shouted in unison as the door on the drill open and the polar bear showed his face.

"Ah, if it isn't my two least favorite agents. I see you're getting along better than when we last met." He sneered. "Do you like my drill? I've put the Master Gear to excellent use, wouldn't you say?"

"That's a drill?" Asked Jet Pack Guy. "Looks more like an air-conditioner on wheels." I chuckled.

"Good one." I said. Herbert scowled.

"Laugh while you can agents, because this time the joke's on you. With this drill I dug a number of tunnels beneath the surface of your precious Island, and now we're going to have some fun." He threatened. I rolled my eyes.

"Why do you even bother? You know that we're going to stop you." I said. Herbert grinned.

"I don't think so. Let's play a game. I will go around your island, wreaking havoc, and then while you're picking up the pieces, I'll make a pick up. I'm sure you'll find this quite challenging. The tunnels lead all over the island, and without this map," he said, holding up a piece of paper. "You'll never find your way." As he said that, a gust of wind ripped the paper out of his hands.

"Ah! The map! Klutzy, grab it!" The little crab snapped its claw at the paper, cutting it in two. "Ah! Klutzy don't grab it!" He face-pawed. "No matter. I memorized the map anyway." He grinned at us. "Bundle up agents, I have a feeling things are about to get much chillier. Back to work!" He said as the drill spun around and went back down the hole.

"This is bad." I said. Jet Pack Guy nodded.

"You go report back to G. I'll go try and get that map." I considered protesting, but pushed the thought aside.

"Okay."

I teleported back to HQ, and ran into the Gadget Room.

"We were right! Herbert is behind this!" G looked up in surprise.

"What do you mean?"

"Herbert was in a drill that he made using the master gear! He said he was going to cause havoc around the island and then make a pick up, whatever that means." G leaned against the wall.

"Really? Where's Jet Pack Guy?" I explained about the map. "Most interesting." G mused. Dancing ran in, waving a pamphlet.

"G! The Gift Shop! It fell!"

"What do you mean?"

"According to eyewitness reports, it just, sank, into the ground." G snapped up.

"Any casualties?" Dancing looked at me nervously.

"Agent Rose!" Dancing shut her eyes.

"Other than the staff, there was a red penguin in a suit and jet pack, matching the description of agent Jet Pack Guy." She rushed out in one breath.

"WHAT?!"

Dancing Rose's PoV

I sat outside of the Gadget Room, gloomily mulling over Ro's reaction.

She had started for the door to be stopped by G. He said that she wouldn't be allowed to go and rescue Jet Pack Guy, emotional something or other. She denied it, which was a lie, and being caught between G and Ro, I made myself scarce.

Ro was my friend, and I wanted to help her, but that would mean going against G.

"Hey." I looked up at Rookie.

"Hi."

"Why are you so down in the dumps?"

I explained the predicament to him and he shook his head.

"Wow. I thought that Agent Ro didn't like Jet Pack Guy, much less, you know." I nodded, then smiled.

"We aren't emotionally attached to Jet Pack Guy."

We arrived at the Gift Shop and were shocked by what we saw.

Only the top half of the second floor was still above ground. The rest was resting on the bottom of some subterranean passage about fifteen feet down.

"Hey there!" Said Rory as we waddled up to the windows. "Authorized personnel only!" I flashed him my phone and he stepped back. "Sorry 'mam."

I stepped inside the window and drew a breath in shock. The room was a shambles! Clothes and hats were scattered all over the place, and the furniture (with the exception of the computer desk, untouched by the sinking of the building) was topsy-turvy. Rookie almost fell entering.

"Holy crab!" He said. "Look at this place!" We climbed down the stairs and Rookie puked. I didn't blame him; Jet Pack Guy had been impaled by an errant support beam, and the cashier had a possible concussion.

"Rookie, get the sales-penguin out of here and get a medical team in here, stat! We can't move Jet Pack Guy without causing more internal trauma, so I'll stay here with him until you get that team down here. Got that?" I ordered. He nodded and helped the penguin up the stairs. I sat down next to Jet Pack Guy and waited.

"Ro?" He wheezed after a bit.

"Careful Jet Pack Guy." I said. "Are you okay?" He squinted up at me.

"Agent Rose? I figured G wouldn't let her down here, but I can always hope." I smiled.

"They were arguing last time I saw them." He smiled, then winced.

"Listen, I don't have much time."

"Oh no. Don't you dare stupid-face. If you die I will find a way to bring you back just so I can kill you, so zip that lip and hang on, 'cause we've got reinforcements coming."

"Tell Agent Ro... Tell her that... I'm sorry... That her dad died... Because of me..." He slipped into unconsciousness from blood loss.

Because of him? What the shell did that...

Red male penguin.

Would be his age.

Oh crab.

It was him. Oh COD it was him! I heard the team enter, tried to stand up, then almost fell as the building shook. Then it stopped.

"Am I seeing things," asked one medic, "or are we up?"

"Yeah!" Said another as he pulled open the curtains and sunlight burst through. I slipped into the cellar while they were gawking and dropped down into a tunnel, beak to beak with Ro. I jerked my thumb at the Gift Shop.

"Did you do that?" She smiled.

"Amazing the things you can do with a net, pegs, and a barrel of cream soda." She said. I shook my head.

"Ready to kick some Polar Bear rear?" I asked. She grinned.

"Oh yeah."

We waddled along the tunnel and Ro pointed out the drill.

"It does look like an air conditioner!" I said. Ro unscrewed a bolt on it and pulled out the master gear.

"A broken one now." She said.

The wall to the Boiler Room had a gaping hole in it. We entered and saw Herbert trying to remove the boiler from the wall.

"Klutzy, hand me that 7/16 wrench." He said, reaching out a paw. The crab complied and he laughed.

"Ha ha, this beautiful boiler is almost ours! No more chilly nights for us Klutzy!"

"Freeze Herbert!" I said. They whipped around faster than a black puffle on chili sauce.

"What? No! How did you find me?" Herbert asked, incredulously. Ro crossed her flippers.

"Simple. I found the map, fixed the mess, and caught you red-handed. I believe she told you to freeze."

"What?" Said Herbert, "Have I bothered you and your little friends? I don't see why. You have music, parties, games, and vegetarian pizza! Not to mention that you when your friends party all the time! If I had actually chopped down the Lodge you probably would have thrown a party for that too!"

"And next we'll be throwing a 'We Caught Herbert' party." I said. "Drop the wrench and come quietly."

He scowled, then laughed.

"I admit," he said, "my fowl friends, you are sharp! Still, I will never be defeated by the likes of you. Your success has been pure luck so far!" Ro smirked.

"You call stopping your plan to chop down the Lodge with a vegetarian pizza luck? I don't think so." She said. I stared at her. So the rumor was true...

"That was just a simple mistake!" He shouted. "My plans are genius and you know it!"

"Your plans could actually use a little bit more work" I said.

"That's not true!" He yelled. "My plans CAN succeed. My plans ARE genius! WHY DON'T MY PLANS EVER WORK!?" He shouted, banging the wrench against the side of the boiler. There was a hiss and he said; "Uh-oh." As the room started shaking.

"Umm… Klutzy I think it's time for us to be going now. Come along." He said, running out of the room. Poking his head back in he said; "Do yourselves a favor, Agents. This boiler is about to blow. Get out of here while you still can." He left, found that the drill was busted, and hurriedly ran through the tunnels.

"What do we do?" I asked, panicked. "You heard him! The boiler's going to blow! If it goes up, so I will most of the buildings on the island!"

"I know!" Said Ro, "You can fix it!" I stared at her.

"ME?" She nodded.

"You're the best, next to Gary, and he's indisposed at the moment, so yeah, you've got to fix it! You're our only hope!" I nodded glumly and set to work.

I managed to fix it, just in the nick of time. As I let out a sigh of relief, my phone rang.

I gulped, expecting the worst.

"Hello?"

"Agent Rose?" G asked.

"...Yes G?" I asked.

"Is everything alright? I heard some kind of disturbance, but it's quiet now. Did you do anything?"

"Yes." I said, then explained everything, not omitting a single detail, except for Ro's feelings for Jet Pack Guy and his message for her.

There was a pause, and then G said; "Interesting. Do you know why Agent Ro was down there?" I shook my head

"No. I didn't think to ask."

"Well, I'll talk to you about it when you get back to HQ. In the meantime, dismissed."

"Yes sir." I said, hanging up.

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