Skipper and his team hid in the shadows of a building across the road from the old abandoned Atlantic View Aquarium. "Kowalski, situation analysis." Skipper whispered as one of Blowhole's lobster guards patrolled past. The guards had gotten the name "lobster" from the bright red armour they wore. They really did look a lot like lobsters.
"Well, Skipper. Blowhole's base is almost always under ground. So we can assume that when we enter the building, we will fall through a trap door in the floor and land some kind of cage as usual. However, if we were to folow one of the lobsters to the entrance that they use, it probably wouldent be a trap. Otherwise we just go through like we always do, and end up getting trapped, then escaping, destroying the base etc. etc." Kowalski answered.
"Well, I'm all in favor of doing it the tried and true way." Skipper replied. The other members of the team simply stood there, surprised by Skipper's completely illogical decision.
"But, Skipper, that would take 5.0063 times longer and increase the risk of failure to 98%!"
"98% works for me." Skipper replied. He obviously wasnt one for change. Kowalski thought about this for a few seconds then
"Thanks to Clemson, Blowhole knows you're greatest fear. If you're captured, Blowhole might use needles." That was a low blow, and Kowalski knew it. However, it did seem necessary.
"NEEDL...!" Skipper shouted, before bing silenced by a slap from Rico.
"Shh."
The lobster guard tapped a series of bricks, like a password, and the section of the wall slid open.
"Did anyone make a note of that password?" Kowalski asked.
"Nope." The group replied in unison.
"I thought that was your job, Kowalski." Private observed.
"Well... um... Y'know..."
The wall closed behind them. They were plain concrete room. Apart from the door behind them, which was now locked. The lobster was nowhere in sight.
"Does anyone get the feeling this is a trap?" Asked Skipper.
"Nope."
"Ot eally,"
"Not at this point in time and space"
"Hm... I guess my gut was wrong." Skipper began to tap around the walls and floors for a secret entrance.
"Hello, pen-gu-ins." A voice announced over a hidden speaker.
"Blowhole! Wait... how do you know our code name? I'm pretty sure thats tippy top tippy top most secret and classified!"
"Lets just say there are benefits to having your sister date a certain member of this team."
"Doris!" Kowalski wailed, "You betrayed me!"
"Well, I told you so," Skipper smirked, "Come on Kowalski, give me the twenty dollars." Kowalski reluctantly paid his debt.
"Kowalski! Howdareyoubetonourrelationsh ip..." Kowalski cringed. Doris had a pretty fiery temper. This was followed by a loud crash and what sounded like Blowhole bing chased around the room.
"To return to the point." He shouted as he attemted to avoid his angry sister I knew Kowalski would be able to convince you to try the new entrance, so I put the trap there instead of at the front door. You pen-gu-ins are so predictable, especially so to a genius like me." Suddenly, the walls began to move, getting closer and closer together. In a few seconds they would be crushed.
"Kowalski! We need options! Now!" Skipper shouted trying keep somewhat calm.
"Um... Kaboom?" Before Kowalski could finish his answer, Rico had already chosen his explosive and lit the fuse. By the time Kowalski had noticed the explosives existence, Rico had already placed it. The team, except Rico took cover. KABOOM! The smoke cleared. The walls were still there without even a scratch. Rico panicked, "Kaboom! Kaboom! Kaboom!" Why wasn't the room reduced to rubble? There probably wasn't enough explosives. Immediately Rico pulled out as many explosives as he could. It was amazing how much he could fit in that backpack. "No Rico!" Kowalski shouted, "You blow us all to pieces!"
"No kaboom." Rico replied sadly. The team looked at the walls, they were only a few feet away! Just when the team thought they were done for, the walls stopped.
The door swung open revealing a small electronic device, driving forward on four furry, and by now very dirty, wheels. "Hello, Skipper. May I hug de feet?" Never before had they been so happy to hear the small devices annoying little voice. In fact, they'd never been happy to hear it.
"MORT!" The team shouted in unison. Skipper looked at MORT sceptically. "Why didn't you tell me you could walk?"
"I didn't want to do maintenance duty." The small device replied. Kowalski rolled his eyes.
"So why did you follow us?"
"De psycho guy took my charger..." The screen went black. He really did need that charger. Kowalski picked him up and replaced his battery. "Feeeeeeeeet," MORT shouted as he booted up. After which he made a dive for Private's feet, obviously mistaking them for Julian's.
"Kowalski, restrain the stowaway." Skipper ordered. Kowalski lifted the small device off Private's feet and dropped it in Rico's bag. The team squeezed their way out of the, now extreamly tiny, room. Now that they knew the front door was unguarded, it would be pretty easy to enter the base.
They hid behind the seats in the main auditorium. The main pool had been drained and replaced with desks at which minions monitored various computers and instruments. At one end of the room was a gigantic monitor showing the plans for yet another evil scheme. Hans stood on the far side of the room, practicing his fish fencing. Near him stood Archie and a group of kids that Private identified as the 'naughty children' from his high school. Blowhole and Doris were nowhere in sight.
"Hi guys." Immediately all eyes were on the newcomer.
"Marlene! I thought I ordered you to remain at the HQ." A very surprised Skipper exclaimed.
"Well, guess what, unlike your little commando team, you don't get to order your girlfriend around." Marlene replied. Skipper sighed wearily. There was no talking her into going back. He just had to continue the mission. He turned to Kowalski.
"Well, once again we have no idea where Blowhole is after searching the entire building. Kowalski, do you have any options that actually count as options?"
"Actually, I do."