Can I just say that I'm sorry for not updating any of my stories yesterday. I was SUPER busy getting ready for school, which was today.

Honestly, with it being the first day of school I'm PROUD of myself for getting this chapter out at all! I'm really busy (FRIDAY IS MY BDAY! YAY! EVERYONE SINGS ME A SONG!) with school and other things. So keep with me here, guys! I promise I'll try my best.

I've already talked way to much, so sit back, relax, and enjoy the chapter!

Private had his arms wrapped in suspenders, and he was hanging a few feet in the air. He hated being Blowholes slave. Every day, in the morning, he would wake up to getting slapped across the face, or getting his wing broken (again), or worse...

Right now, Blowhole was torturing him by making him wait. Forever waiting.

-Back With The Penguins-

"Kowalski...are you sure THIS is the place?" Skipper questioned, gripping the flash light in his hand and sweeping the light over the building of Mrs. Sunshines Happy Day Care, where Kowalski had led them to. "It seems a bit... children-friendly to be a evil scientists lair."

"Positive, Skipper." Kowalski said, holding a map in one flipper and using the other to trace down it.

"Well...if your SURE!" Skipper muttered. He didn't want to risk Private getting hurt any more, and if this is the wrong place, it means a lot more searching. And he had a feeling they didn't HAVE time for more searching.

Private WAS just a boy. If Skipper knew Blowhole, he would absolutely torture the boy. And he wasn't sure the cadet could actually take that much hurt, before his tiny system gave up...

He shuddered at the thought. He was mad at himself, once again. He should have known Blowhole would pull something like this. He should have stayed with Private, or at least felt something was wrong with the hug...and stopped it.

When the hug had happened, Skippers mind, even though the littlest part of it, DID notice a sort of sadness reflecting in Privates eye. In a certain light, it even looked like a tear forming.

But most of him just enjoyed the hug. Enjoyed having his Private wrapped up in his flippers. The night of the shot... Skipper could've sworn he would never hold him or see him again.

He hated to admit it, but that thought scared him more than any ever mission, enemy or invention ever. Losing Private. Sure, the little guy could be a pain sometimes, with all his sappy Lunacorn gobbly gook. But he had the heart of the team, and no living thing can survive without a heart. SKIPPER couldn't survive without the thing that usually supplied the right words to keep him going. Without Private, without those words, he might have given up a long, long time ago.

Skipper shook out of his thoughts and looked back at the rest of the team, who were staring at him, waiting for options.

Skipper sighed and motioned for them to sneak in.

-Back With Private-

Private tugged and pulled at the chains, to no avail.

Suddenly, he heard a loud banging from the other side of the room and jumped. Knowing Blowhole was back for more, he buried the side of his head into his flipper so he wouldn't have to see it coming.

There was a BANG, and then a CRASH. Privates body jumped with each little sound, as he anticipated the evil cackling laugh of the demented dolphin.

"Private!" Came a call. The boy slowly removed his flipper from his flipper and looked up. It couldn't be...

"S-Skippah?"

"PRIVATE!" Skippers voice was full of relief, but he knew he hadn't save the cadet yet. "Where are you?!"

"Over here!" Came Privates call, and the team furiously slid in the direction of the sound.

Finally, he saw a light, and a wall. Hanging up against the wall was the young boy, his body decorated with scratched and bruises. He had obviously been beaten more than once.

"Private!" Skipper cried , and ran to the wall. He was almost there, when...

BANG!

Skipper closed his eyes, ready for a mind splitting pain, or maybe even the slipping feeling of death.

But, to his surprise, he felt nothing. He opened his eyes to find something even more horrible.

He had been trapped in a large, iron, unbreakable cage.

"Skippah!" Private called nervously.

Then...the cackle. The insane dolphin rounded the corner and smiled down at the cages, who stared up at him with anger.

"You promised me you wouldn't hurt them!" Private cried, tugging harder at the restraints. He had to get out and save his friends!

Blowhole rolled his eyes "You really thought I would STICK to that? Really?"

"Let them go!"

"How about, erm, no. Lobsters!" The dolphin cried, punching a button on his scooter so hard it might break. Suddenly, a lobster clawed its way over to Private, a small metal devise in his hands.

He held it up to the boy, and touched it softly to his skin. Private gasped in pain and felt what he could have sworn was a million lightning bolts surging through him. He screamed, then fell unconscious from the strong shock.

"No!" The team cried, and Skipper cried to move to break the bars. He found, disappointingly, his feet plastered to the ground.

"Rico, bomb! Now!" He hollered. He could hear Rico try to upchuck, forcing his hollow breaths out.

"Nu uh." He said sadly, coming to the conclusion that he couldn't.

"What, defenseless?" Dr. Blowhole cackled, wheeling by their cages on his scooter "I want you too meet my little friend, the Freezeinator. It causes anyone in a certain perimeter, lets say, your cage, to become completely frozen, unable to do anything. "

Suddenly, everything made sense "You used that on us the night you shot Private! That's why we couldn't move!"

"Aww, aren't you smart for figuring that out! Well, never mind. Once I've got you, and your going to have a special little...surprise."

"And what would that be?" Skipper could hear Kowalski ask angrily from behind him

Blowhole laughed and took out a whip from seemingly no where, pointing it in the direction of the unconscious Private.

"To watch!"

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