A\N: Sorry for the long wait, but I got stuck at Skilene…Okay for all the people who don´t know who AT is: AT is a Truth and Dare host from the Pairings Truth and Dare. She knows the zoo from her TD, but isn´t very liked from some animals…like Skipper. They´ve developed sorta of a rival…Btw, AT is Fey´s younger sister. But she doesn´t have an animal she turns into, AT is full human.

I hope that clears her up a bit, if not, just tell me. xP

Dreaded gasp followed by a high, horrified scream. "AAAAAHHHHHH!" Julian shrieked, hyperventilating from the bits of cold microwave food on his fur. Marlene panicked, repeating over and over, "I´m so sorry!" as she tried to clean off the lunch bits from Sharpay´s chest. Kowalski grabbed her and ushered her away from the crowd. Skipper, who was passing at that time, wanted to see the cause of the commotion, only to be stopped by Rico.

"Yu do´t wand to ged into tat man. To much drama. (You don´t want to get into that man. Too much drama)" "Yeah." Troy said, still a little confused by the commotion. "What is going on here?" Roger shouted, placing his hands on his waist, looking as sternly as he could manage into the crowd. "Be looking at this!" Julian huffed, showing him his dirtied fur. Roger faked a look of shock as he put his hand over his mouth. Maybe he was hiding a smile though. It wasn´t everyday that you get to see and pink sparkly lemur with left-overs sticking on his fur.

"That Gabriella girl was dumping her lunch on the royal me! On purposing! It is being all part of their plan to ruin our musical! And Troy and his basket-ball robots are obviously being behind it! Why are you thinking he auditioned? After all the meaningless work you put behind that show thing. It doesn´t seem right!" After that string of rantings, Julian flung his imaginary hair back and marched up the stairs, making everyone immediately jump out of his path, not wanting to get into his way. Antonio looked down at the rest of Gabriella´s lunch, which he was still holding, and then followed his sister. Soon the lunchroom was filled with whispers.

"What´s up?" Skipper addressed his best friend cluelessly. "Wat´s up?" Rico repeated, not quite believing his ear holes. "Oh, led´s see." He pretended to think before counting everything up on his flipper. "Yu mized fee period wokot yezterdai to autition vor some heinious musical. And now peple are confezing!(You missed free period workout yesterday to audition for some heinous musical. And now people are confessing!) "

Mort skipped by. Rico picked him up by his collar and held him into the other´s face. "Yeah, and Zeke. Zeke iz bakin´! Crème Brulée!(Yeah, and Zeke. Zeke is baking! Crème Brulée!)" "What´s that?" Skipper turned toward the little mouse lemur, despite of his aggravated friend. "It´s a food to eat." Mort said.

"Oh, uh, cool!" Skipper gave him a small smile. "Shud up Zeke!(Shut up Zeke!)" Rico flung the lemur over his shoulder. "Rico! Not like that!" AT hissed from behind him. The maniac shrugged. Troy sat down, not finding his friend´s rantings important. "Loc…do yu see wat´s happenin her, man?(Look…do you see what´s happening here, man?)" Chad leaned down next to Troy. "Our team iz comin apart becuz of yur singin ting! Evn tha drama geeks and tha brainiacz tink that tey can…tak to uz! Loc! The skater dudes are minglin!(Our team is coming apart because of your singing thing. Even the drama geeks and brainiacs think that they can…talk to us! Look, the skater dudes are mingling!)"

"Yo!" Barry called over to the two guys, giving them a small wave, making the animals around him lean back in order to avoid ´the fingers´. Rico wasn't long finished yet. "Sudenly, peple tink that tey can do oter stuff. Stuff that´s not ther stuff! Yu´r tinking abot show tunes, wen ve´v got a playoff gam next wek! (Suddenly people think that they can do other stuff. Stuff that´s not their stuff! You´re thinking about show tunes, when we´ve got a playoff game next week!)" Chad pushed his tray away and rushed out, not before glaring at Troy.

"Scene change!" The others gathered around for their next instructions as AT jumped off a table and walked over to the actors. "Good as always guys. Why didn´t Fey think off this sooner?" "I´m glad when this is all over though." Skipper muttered, pushing his tray away and standing up. "Too bad, Skippy. You´re a good actor and I might do other movies with you guys. "Don´t call me Skippy!" The penguin snapped. Ignoring him, AT gathered Roger, Maurice and the Wildcats for the scene change.

´MEN´S LOCKERS´ It said in thin, silver letters. Coach was in his office, reading a newspaper article with a proud smile on his face, since his son was pictured over it. He took another bite of his sandwich, not knowing his break would soon be over. Roger re-adjusted his shawl as he marched through the men´s lockers, only to see some coming out of the showers or changing. Some boys walked out, with just a towel around their waist, quickly retreating back into the showers however, as she passed them, shielding her gaze hurriedly. Soon a small crowd gathered, curious why on earth Ms. Darbus is passing their locker rooms. Well, the drama queen (literally) wasn´t interested at all in them, just continued down the hall, wanting to get into the office quickly. She wasn´t much a fan of young students coming out of the showers, towels flying past her head and the smell of sweat and gyms. Roger shuddered in pure disgust. "Alright Bolton! Cards on the table right now!" Darbus snapped as she entered the office. "Huh?" Maurice asked, surprised at this unexpected outburst. "You´re tweaked because I put your stars in detention and now you´re getting even?" The teacher accused, taking off her glasses. "What are you talking about, Darbus?" Maurice put the news down and directed his attention towards her. "Your all-star son showed up at my audition. Now, I give each and every student an even chance, which is a long and honorable tradition in the theatre. Something that you wouldn´t understand. But, if he is planning some sort of practical joke in my chapel of the arts-" "Troy doesn´t even sing!" Mr. Bolton interrupted. "Well, you´re wrong about that." Maurice opened his mouth for objection, but never got the chance. "But, I will not allow my Twinkle Town musicale to be made into farce." Coach Bolton tried hard to keep from laughing. "Twinkle Town?" "See?" Roger gave him a death glare. "I knew it!" "Hey-" "I knew it!" Ms. Darbus placed the glass back onto her nose and marched out. "Sounds like a winner!" The whole team, minus Troy, had gathered and listened in on their conversation. "Good luck on Broadway!" Darbus shooed them away by flinging her shawl at them, before leaving aggravated.

"Is Sharpay really, really mad at me? I said I was sorry!" Marlene asked her friend. "Look, no one has beaten out Sharpay for a musical since Kindergarten." Taylor assured her. "I wasn´t trying to beat anybody out. We didn´t even audition! We were just singing." Marlene smiled, at the memory of her and Skipper up there, at the piano. Just the way he smiled at her in his singing, or the way the light reflected off his feathers…up there on stage, with him, it almost felt like she was different person.

"Did you ever feel like there´s this whole other person inside of you, just waiting to come out?" Kowalski cocked his head for a second, before giving Marlene a thoughtful look. "Not really, no." Their eyes met, then they laughed. Rrrrrriinnnggg "Come on." Kowalski took Marlene´s paw and they left the lunchroom.

They passed Julian, who was still moaning about his ruined fur. Kowalski let go of Marlene´s paw and blushed a bit. "Act natural, soldier. You´re doing great." Skipper encouraged him, giving him a pat on the back. He flashed Marlene a smile. "You too." "Thanks, Skipper…" She replied. Their eyes met for a second and she was about to say more, but AT shoved her into the direction of the lockers and Skipper toward the stairs that lead to the roof. Next scene!" Skipper sighed inwardly and hurried up the stairs.

The usually cool officer was pacing nervously, saying his lines over and over again, trying to memorize them so he won´t forget them when Marlene came up those stairs. "Maybe I should write them on my flip-" "Wow, it´s like a jungle up here!" Skipper jumped, he was sure a couple of feet, when the otter´s voice appeared right next to him. "Oh sorry about that, I didn´t mean to scare you." Marlene apologized. The other waved it off, trying to remember the reversed lines. An awkward silence emerged before Marlene leaned in to whisper the lines. The penguin nodded gratefully, and the scene continued…or started.

"Maurice, get my towel!" Julian commanded as he stalked by. "Great, ever since he started his role as Sharpay, he´s become more stuck-up." Kowalski sighed. "Blame Fey." AT joked. Kowalski was just about to ask where she actually ran off to, when suddenly the phone rang and AT left the room. "Walski?" Rico asked, a hint of mischievousness in his voice. "What Rico?" "Practice." The weapon expert said and held up a ball dress for Kowalski. "…" "Rico, the dance scene doesn´t come up in this movies, but in the third!" Private informed him. The other´s smirk dropped. "Aw man!"

"Kowalski? It´s for you, it´s Fey. She wants to talk to you. AT called from the other room. "Wh-what?" Kowalski stammered. "Fey wants to talk to you." The other repeated. She gave him the phone and went out, closing the door behind her. The penguin gulped and put the receiver to his earhole. "Fey?" "Hey Kowalski, what´s up? How´s the musical going?" Came Fey´s casual, light voice. "You´re lucky the others or I can´t kill you." Kowalski said, but was smiling. Fey laughed. "Is it really that bad?" "Uhm YEAH! Rico wanted to dress me up! Literally!"

Private was sent upstairs to see why Troy, Gabriella and AT were taking so long. He found them, AT behind the camera, trying to lecture Skipper about memorizing his lines, while Sipper argued he did, and Marlene just sitting between the two, looking pretty relieved when Private came. "Finally someone remembers us up here!" She looked at the other two before sighing and grabbing Skipper´s flipper to drag him downstairs. For a split second some kind of tension filled the air. Marlene quickly let go. "We…should go down now." She said, then turned and left with Private. AT unhooked the camera, gave Skipper another glare then followed them, Skipper trailing behind, with hot cheeks.

A\N: I know it was AGES ago when I last updated…I´m sooooooo sorry! But I just got stuck by the skilene part and I had to re-write stuff…so, yeah, I hope this isn´t all too bad…anyway R&R! XDD