Now, remember, don't try to eat glue. Wait. That's not right. Remember not to lick doorknobs. That's not right either. What is it you are suppose to remember?

I was in the plane on my way to Denmark looking over some files on the mission. The commander walked in. I stood up and saluted. "At ease, soldier." I dropped my flipper and put them both behind my back. "When you enter Denmark, you will need to meet up with one named Hans. He is going to be your only help on this mission. Understood?"

"Yes, sir. Permission to ask why?"

"Permission granted. We could not afford to send in any more men than that. If we did, they could be spotted. Any other questions you wish ask?"

"why are we doing this mission, again?"

"Hans gave us some information that Denmark may be planning something against the United States." I gave him a nod in understanding. "We are near your drop point. Make me proud, son."

I smiled as I grabbed my parachute. I leapt out of the plane. I pulled the release and the parachute opened. I guided myself to behind the barn that I was suppose to meet Hans at. After I landed, I looked around the area for any enemies before I entered the barn. As soon as entered, I was tackled. "Vhat is your name and buisness here!?"

"My name is Skipper. My buisness is no concern of yours."

"So your ze von I'm supposed to be meeting."

He let me up and I turned to see a puffin. "Hans, I presume?"

"Ya. You've been informed on the details of this mission, no?"

"Yes, I have."

"Good. Before we begin, let's get something to eat." We walked into a room that I presumed was used as the kitchen. "Fish work for you?"

"i'm a penguin, aren't I?" We both chuckled at the joke. But, I couldn't help but think there was something strange about him. I shrugged it off and ate the fish he got me. "How long have you lived here in Denmark?"

"Most of my life. you are from America, No?"

"Yes. Lived at different zoos throughout the years of my life. So, any intel on what Denmark has planned against the United States?"

"No. Vell, ve should get going. Ze suitcase von't be ze easiest to retrieve."

"Right. Let's roll." We left soon after towards a restauraunt that the Prime Minister of Denmark was at each day.

Restauraunt

We looked in to see him sitting at a table with the suit case right beside him. "Hm. Zis complicates things."

"I have an idea. You fly in and distract the gaurds and I'll knock out the Prime Minister and grab the suitcase."

"I like it."

"operation: Grab and Go is a go!"

"Vait. Vy are you naming zis?"

"It's something I like to do."

"You should vork on ze names."

I groaned infrustration. "Let's just get the suitcase."

He flew in and landed on one of the gaurds' heads. The gaurds were distracted enough for me to slide under the table and grab the suitcase. I slid out without being seen. Or so I thought. I looked in a mirror to see gaurds coming after me. I managed to stay ahead of them, but tey got me cornered in an alleyway. A big gaurd came forward. "Ahhh. You must be the von they call Skipper. Ve heard that you vere coming." I sat the suitcase behind me and got ready to fight. "You are a fiesty von, aren't you. Let us just see how good you are." I jumped and landed a kick to his stomach. The other gaurds all charged. I kicked two in the face, followed by tripping one into another gaurd. They all got back up. They were all knocked down by Hans, who also piced up the suitcase. "Yes. He's secured it from zis penguin. Now, ve can be sure it is safe." I slipped out while they were looking up. I headed fir the docks, where I knew Hans wold be.

Docks

Things were a little too quiet. I was walking cautiously. My eyes were darting from side to side. I heard a creak and jumped out of the way of a crate coming my way. It crashed into a building. "your reflexes are very good, Skipper."

I turned to see Hans. "What's going on here, Hans!?"

"Oh. If you must know, I fed false information to both you and your superiors, both believing it. It was all so I could grab the most vital part of Denmarks economy."

"open faced sandwiches?"

"Ya."

"You won't get away with this Hans!"

"Oh, ya?"

"Ya. I'm gonna stop you." Hans chuckled. I looked around and noticed a fish, the only weapon I could have. I grabbed it and hit him acroos the face with it. "Choose your fish!"

He grabbed a fish of his own and put the breifcase down. "Bad choice, Skipper."

We began a fish sword-fight. He swung three times and I blocked each one. I swung, hitting him in his stomach. I swung again, but was blocked. After about ten minutes, he jumped back. "What's the matter? Scared?"

"No. Just ruining Denmarks economy." He pulled out a button and pressed it, destroying several crates of open faced sandwiches. "I may not have their source of wealth, but neither do they."

"You're a mad man!"

"Ya. But, I never fail." He lunged at me again. We started another sword-fight. "The police vill be here any moment. They von't believe that you are trying to help zem. Zey have given full faith in me."

"doesn't mean I can't help." We were fighting for a good twenty minutes, before I finally knocked him out. I grabbed the case and opened it up. I had a plan to help. Before I could, the police surrounded me. "Oh, hoover dam." I turned to see Hans leave.

"Let us arrest him for his crimes against Denmark. Multiple counts of sandwich destruction."

The gaurds rushed at me, I knocked them down fairly quickly. I enacted my plan. I put another slice of bread on top, to give them another thing to add to their economy, then I added an American flag, my calling card at the time. I went to the pick up zone and left. Once I sat down, I finally sighe din relief." "What happened?"

I turned to see the commander glaring at me. "What do you mean?"

He turned on a television. The announcer said, "If you are just tuning in, zis is ze scene of vhere a penguin, has just destroyed ze economy of Denmark by blowing up ze entire supply of open-faced sandwiches. Ve have recieved word zat his name is Skipper and zat zis is his picture." They showed a picture of my face.

The TV was switched off. "What happened?"

"Hans fed both us and the heads of Denmark false information. He was wanting those open-faced sandwiches for himself to make money, most likely."

He sighed. "Alright. Well, you are now public enemy number one in Denmark. You can never go back." I nodded in understanding. "We're heading home, but you are getting a new headquarters in New York City's Central Park Zoo."

"Yes, Sir." He nodded and left. I stared out the window, looking at Denmark for the last time.

Well, that's my take on what happened. Course, I did use what I had learned from "Skipper Makes Perfect" to make this chapter. Also, now I remember what you were supposed to remember. This is all Skipper's POV. But, the other two things are good suggestions. Review please.