"Well done boys." Skipper congratulated them. "Excellent day of training. Lets go see how Privates doing." He hadn't seen Private come home, but he was hoping he had been so wrapped up in the exercises they were doing that he just hadn't noticed Private slip down the hatch.

"About that, Skipper...we might have a problem." Kowalski said slowly, looking up from his phone (as showed in Antics on Ice) "According to this, our system was hacked into earlier."

Skipper turned back to it, crossing his flippers. "What are you saying, soldier?"

"I don't really know..." Kowalski said slowly. In reality, he knew one of their enemies probably talked to Private, but he didn't say it out loud. He figured Skipper would find out for himself. Or, hopefully, he was wrong. Maybe Private did it...? But why would that happen. Why would he break it?

Skipper nodded, then slipped down the hatch and into the HQ. he looked at the TV, where Private would most definitely be sitting if he were home. The Lunacorns show was on and blasting, but Private was no where to be found.

Kowalski walked into his lab, just to check. Nothing. He DID notice his Sticky Notes were laying on the floor. He picked them up, confused, and set them up on the table once again.

He walked out, where Skipper had already made his coffee and was stirring the fish around in the black, sweet liquid. His face was scribbled with worry as he stared at the TV, where the badly animated unicorns were dancing around.

"He seems to be gone without a trace, sir." Kowalski informed him.

Suddenly, Rico yelped from the other side of the room. Both Kowalski and Skipper looked over to see Rico was hanging over the boys bunk, and he was holding something.

"What is it, man?" Skipper questioned, quickly waddled over to him. Rico shoved something in his flippers, and he put down his coffee gently so he could see what it was.

The object was a note, written with scribbly hand writing. It was obviously Privates.

He turned back to Kowalski and shoved it in his face. Kowalski took it and studied it, finally saying "Defiantly Privates hand writing. The chimps should be able to know what it means."

Skipper nodded, and signaled from them to go topside. Thankfully, the zoo didn't open for an hour, so they had some precious time.

They belly slid to the chimp habitat, where Phil and Mason were busy flinging poo at Alice, who had her back turned. Each time they missed they would eek with anger.

"Hey, chimps." Skipper called, and both Phil and Masons head turned in their direction "We need you to read something."

Both furry animals nodded and jumped down the rocks to where the penguins were standing. Kowalski handed Phil the note, and Phil gasped, starting to make wild signals with his hands. "It's Privates hand writing? Okay. Okay...oh no." Mason murmured and turned back to the team with a worried look on his face.

"What is it?" Kowalski demanded.

"It's says... Dear Team, Im sorry I had to go. I can't stay or it'll hurt you. Dr. Blowhole threatened to you if I didn't come. Don't go looking, it'll just get you hurt. Love you guys, Private."

The team sat in silence. They all looked at each other, and nodded. "Thanks chimps." Skipper choked out, grabbed the note and jumped down.

"Kowalski, I need options." Skipper demanded. He was close to tears, but he didn't cry.

That wouldn't be very leaderish.

"Well... This is tricky. Blowholes giving us a chance as well... If we go save Private, we snap his trap and we get caged too. If we leave him, he's probably telling the truth. He'll torture him and forget about us." Kowalski informed, scribbling away on his board with a grave look on his face.

Skipper sighed and looked at the ground, wringing his flippers. Finally, he turned back to the team. "I've got a plan. We go, we rescue Private, and we snap the trap. But we get out before anyone gets caught in it. Okay?"

Rico and Kowalski exchanged glances. They knew this was risky. One wrong move, and they were all trapped. No hope.

Skipper put his flippers out, and looked them dead in the eye. He then whispered "For Private?"

Kowalski sighed, and put his flipper on top of Skippers "For Private."

Rico followed "For Pri'ate."

Skipper smiled at his team, his family who always backed him up no matter how crazy he was going. His mind was set. "Then lets go kick some Blowhole butt."

I've got to stop listening to really sad songs while writing. It makes my writing really mushy. But THEY'RE SO GOOD AS TRAGIC! :'(

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