Hello, readers! I'm really sorry for the delay. I was supposed to publish this at Friday, but the connection really pissed me off! Grr! Well, enough chit-chat...

Disclaimer: I own Penguins of Madagascar! *burned by Tom McGrath and Eric Darnell*

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2320 hours, music room...

"Skipper, do we really have to do this?" Kowalski asked silently.

"Of course we have to! You said this is the only option you can come up with," Skipper answered.

"But, seriously; we're all like stalkers," Kowalski protested.

"Yeah," Private replied. "This is like spying, and I don't like spying." Rico silently groaned and rolled his eyes to hear all of those protesters. Now the four of them were in front of the door of the room. Even if Private used his magic trick to make them invisible, still; Rico's bag and Private's staff were still visible.

"Guys, what do you think we're spying on? The music room! We're not spying or stalking on somebody else; we're spying on the music room!" Skipper finally exploded.

"Hush!" Kowalski said. "You could wake the other up!"

"Your fault," Skipper replied sarcastically. "If you wanna protest, just go back to your room."

"Skippa, I think we really need to change our location," Private said.

"And why is that?" Skipper raised an eyebrow.

"Um, yeah. We've been compromised."

The four finally turned around and saw a long and slight curly haired girl stood behind them. She wore a baggy black leather jacket, a grey sweatshirt with a sketch of an Eiffel Tower, ripped denim jeans, and black combat boots. Her pale skin and her crimson red eyes would make everyone who saw her flee because she was a half-vampire, witch, and a wind sorceress. But even if she was kind of a prankster girl, she was nice and generous. And now, the girl stared at the four boys with blank look.

"What are you guys doing here?" she asked with her British accent, not much more different than Private.

"Argent!" Private immediately stood up and cleaned his white shirt. "What are you doing in the middle of the night? You should be in your bed."

The girl sighed. "I'm the one who asking."

Skipper stood up. "That's none of your business, girl. Now, will you excuse us? We have to go."

"What's with your large school bag? Are you gonna trashing something?" Argent asked again.

Rico, who still held his school bag, suddenly punched by her words and quickly glared at her with horror and pissed off. Kowalski quickly blocked him from going berserk. "Um, no! We're not trashing something! We're just looking for his book that went missing in here somewhere."

Skipper silently let out a slight relief sigh. What would happen if Kowalski wasn't there?

"Oh, then what's with the staff and this guy's sword? Are you planning to hold a party in the music room? You know yourself that the music room is now haunted," Argent said as she pointed Private's wind staff and Skipper's water sword.

"Argent," Skipper held his sword. "We're not one of Ringtail's stupid minions. We're an elite team that always work together wherever they go; not like the Ringtail."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot," Argent muttered. "The partying-booty-dancer guy is not one of you."

"And why is your mind flew to the party when you see my sword?" Skipper asked in irritated.

"A sword is like a knife, right? Knife is for cutting something. And if you bring a sword, you could've been thought you will chop a slice of lamb meat!"

Skipper stared at her with a look, 'are you kidding me?'

Argent fell silent. "Forget what I was saying," she waved her hand.

"Look, we have to do something important, so please go. Don't get in our way and go back to sleep with Alex over there," Skipper said as he pointed the pot that was behind Argent. Argent widened her eyes in surprised as a figure suddenly moved behind the pot.

A long curly haired girl who wore a braid slowly made her way to the group. She wore an aviator jacket and her green T-shirt was the same as her olive green eyes. She wore denim jeans and black sneakers. She walked towards the group. Her tan skin bathed in the light, as she shyly stood there in awkward.

Argent gave a look at her friend. "I thought you were in the room."

"Well, you weren't back, so I thought you catch a prey or something."

Skipper quickly gave a look at the girl. "Alex, we're not some impalas in the Savannah Park. We're humans."

"With powers and talents," Private chirped and successfully slapped by Skipper.

"Hey," Alex said. "What I meant prey is that annoying self-proclaimed king and the one who wants to be a king of dance in the prom night. I bet you know who that is."

"And I really appreciate it if you finally bite the Ringtail on the neck, which the one I couldn't," Skipper replied. "But we really need to do something important, so please go away. We don't want someone get in the way."

Argent sighed. "C'mon, Alex. There's nothing we wanna do in here." She finally walked away from them as Alex followed her from behind.

Skipper and the gang were finally alone at the hallway. Only the sounds of the crickets and sometimes, a sound of a howling wolf and a 'hoot, hoot' from an owl that was perched on a branch of a tree that were companying them.

"Kowalski, what time is this?" Skipper asked.

Kowalski raised his left wrist where his black wristwatch was. "2341 hours, Skipper. Tomorrow is Saturday and the class is out until Monday."

"Good news," Skipper smiled. "This means we can wake up all night and take care of this crime. Private, Kowalski, Rico, get me at least one bucket of water. Pronto!"

And with that, the trio finally left to find what Skipper was ordered.

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To Be Continued...

A/N:

-Logan Clark is owned by hmbird11

-Andrew Enright and Drake Parker are owned by JustAnotherLoneWolf

-Skindy Palms, Drace Nightray, and Draco Nightray are owned by DracoFireDragon

-Alexandra 'Alex' June Hunter and Argent Marie Lavigne are owned by Ladybookworm18

-etc...

And me? I do not own Penguins of Madagascar... *sobs* I only own my OC's and others own their OC's...

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