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"Remind me how in the world did we end up in New York again, Kowalski."

Kowalski sighed. "We spent a long time in Boston with no leads, Skipper. Therefore, when we eavesdropped on a conversation which just happened to say something about lobsters in New York, we seized it."

Private blinked. "So we're back where we started?"

"Affirmative."

Billy cracked an eye open. "Tell me when we reach there, then. And don't wake me up just for fun, or I will sing car songs again," he threatened.

The others gulped, nodding. "Sure."

Billy nodded, satisfied. "Good night then."

Kowalski took out his clipboard. "Technically, it's mid-day, that is unless you're in – let's say, China – in which it would be near midnight."

"Let it go, Kowalski," sighed Skipper, driving.

"Yes, sir."

"Rico, stop! You're going to hit him!" yelled Skipper.

The car stopped inches away from the lone penguin. The others sighed in relief. Skipper and Kowalski walked out of the car to check on the near victim. "Hello?" called out Kowalski. "Are you all right?"

He screamed as someone knocked him down. The weight was soon off him, however, as Skipper instinctively kicked the attacker off his teammate. "Who are you?" the leader demanded. He took a step backward when he had gotten a good view at the other penguin. "Special Agent Buck Rockgut?"

Kowalski stood beside him. "What are you doing here?"

Buck shook his head wildly, eyes flickering everywhere at top speed. "The Red Squirrel! He escaped!" he chuckled madly.

Kowalski and Skipper exchanged a glance. They didn't doubt that Red had escaped again – in fact, they read it in NPTA's latest news – but they were worried about Buck's mental condition. Skipper spoke first. "I say we leave him and continue on."

Kowalski rolled his eyes. "We can't leave him here, Skipper. His mental health is dangerously unstable! Who knows what harm he could cause to both himself and others!"

Skipper groaned. "Fine. So we take the mad agent to the nearest NPTA station. Not so hard, right?"

They had no idea.

"Come on, Special Agent Buck Rockgut, sir!" coaxed Private, the only one who was still trying. "We're just trying to help you."

"Pah!" Buck scoffed. "What do you nincompoops know about field work? This is the Red Squirrel we're talking about!"

The others all groaned. Billy face-flippered. "It's hard to believe this is the same agent who took down the Red Squirrel in the first place."

"That was over half a century ago though," said Kowalski, looking at Buck.

Skipper walked to the agent slowly. "So, Buck, what's to get you to go back to NPTA's New York Station?"

Buck seemed to consider it for a while. "Help me take down the Red Squirrel, and I'll comply with your wants."

Kowalski waddled up to Skipper as Rico pointed a flamethrower at Buck. The mentally-unstable penguin was not fazed. "Are you sure about this, Skipper? It might take a while for us to find the Red Squirrel."

"Red is in New York," piped up Buck. "And you know what, I'll even throw in a little information to help you on your way to locate your missing friend."

Everyone looked up at that, their gazes sharp. There was no need to vote, as their unspoken consent was unanimous.

"Deal."

Here's Some Questions for All of You Readers:

1. Who do you think captured Nathan?

2. What do you think will happen next?

3. What do you want to happen?