A\N: Kay, we´ve got requests! Actually just one. ^^ But I´ll add Kowhole for karencookies. X)

Worth:

"Forget it Blowhole! You´ll never break me!" Skipper growled at his enemy who had captured him and put him in a small torture cell. The other chuckled creepily. "You really think this is like old times? That I want ´information´?" "What else could you possibly want from me?" Blowhole laughed, but it was no evil laugh. "Oh Skipper, you are far more worth than some lousy piece of information."

Am:

"We are mammals now, aren´t we?" Julian purred, his arms on the either side of Marlene´s head, trapping the brunette. "You are-" "Awesome? Sexy? Charming? Hot?" "I was going to say perverted, but yeah that too." With that Marlene pulled Julian in for a kiss.

Loser:

Blowhole gave the other scientist a look. "What do you mean, I lost the battle? I have dozens of lobsters and your friends are all at my mercy." Kowalski stepped forward, dropping his clipboard and machine gun. "You might´ve won that battle, but this you certainly won´t." He kissed the doctor firmly, locking their lips. Blowhole couldn´t register all of this at once. Kowalski grinned when the mad genius went limp in his arms. "I win."

Party:

"RINGTAIL! WOULD YOU TURN THAT DAMN MUSIC DOWN!" Skipper yelled up to his neighbor. "NO WAY!" Came the answer. "IT IS THE SOUND OF LOVE! I´LL WILL NOT SILENCE LOVE!" "I WILL SILENCE YOU!" After a five minutes Skipper marched up the stairs. "Alright!" He slammed the door open. Only to see Julian surrounded by bikini girls and alcohol bottles. His drunken neighbor laughed. "Howdy theeeeeerreee, Sskkipperrrrrr!" His voice slurred high and low. He pulled one of the girls closer to his chest. "Caaree too jjooiiiinn ussss?" Skipper couldn´t explain why by all names of sanity, he didn´t move from his spot by the doorway.

Talk:

"Sssshhh! You´re going to wake up the others!" Skipper shushed, laying a finger on his lover´s lips. Blowhole rolled his eye and grabbed the hand. "I actually don´t care if someone catches us." Skipper freed his hand and pushed the blue strains away from the other´s face. "I know, but still. If the others see us here, the whole team will fall apart." "But what if we have to fight again?" Skipper´s face fell. "I…don´t know. We´ll probably have to tell them then." The two lovers sat in bed, looking at each other. "Y´know what?" The scientist cuddled back into his boyfriend. "Let´s not waste this night talking." Skipper agreed by wrapping an arm and leg around Dr. Blowhole.

Bees:

"Skipper, what is all this talk about bees?" Private asked innocently one day. Skipper started to choke on his cereal. "Wh-what?" "I heard a mother say to her friend that she regrets giving her child the ´bees talk´." Skipper shoved his cup back and forth. "Um well.. I´ll tell you about that when you´re older?" "Why?" "Because it has some…gross stuff." "I still want to know." "O-okay. Um let´s see…first the woman and man go to sleep in bed and then they have babies the next day!" "Skippah!" "Fine. Ahem. Uh….first they undress..a-and then by doing special acts, the man gives the girl a special thing called ´seed´, then that makes babies." Skipper was blushing furiously. His face was hotter than a heated oven. "What kind of acts?" "Uh…um….I can´t tell you!" With that Skipper stood up and rushed out of the room. "I´ll ask Kowalski then." Private said to himself.

Equations:

1+1=2. 2+2=4. 4+4=8. 8+8=16. 16+16= 32. 32+32= 64. Kowalski+Blowhole=LOVE.

Exciting:

Rico threw the magazine about sexy girls away. His boyfriend, fierce, brave, handsome, strong…was MORE exciting than a few spaghetti thin women. Even when Skipper talked, it got Rico´s heart pumping like crazy. The way his eyes lit up or narrowed, or when his voice fell and rose, the slight toss of his head to get rid of the strands of black hair out of his eyes and when his face revealed his thoughts. Staring at almost bare photos was like looking at a blank wall compared to his lover.

Moment:

" You Perv! G-get away from me!" Skipper yelled, trying to sink into the wall. His arch-enemy was moving closer a dangerous twist in his smile. "You really want me too?" Blowhole whispered, trapping the leader in the corner. Skipper shrank back even more. Blowhole slid his fingers underneath his chin, forcing him to look into the blue eye. And at the moment that their eyes met, the clock stopped ticking.

A\N: I´ll try to make the chapters longer if I can.

Random quote: "WOULD YOU GET THAT PUPPET OUT OF MY FACE!" –Hunter in Operation Vacation XD