Skipper paced in the cage he shared with his team. Blowhole had finished bragging about his plan an hour ago. At least now the penguin knew why and how his friends were having nightmares. He stared at them, resting fitfully, when he heard a noise, and looked up.
"Hello, Skipper."
"What do you want Hans?"
"I thought you might be interested in knowing about Blowy and myself."
"So, you're working together, big deal."
"Actually, we're dating."
"..."
"Jealous?"
"No. I don't care who you go around kissing."
"Oh, we do a lot more than kiss..."
Skipper looked at the puffin in confusion, before his eyes grew wide. He turned to his still sleeping team, then back to the bird in front of him.
"You can't say things like that," he whispered harshly. "What if my team had been awake?"
"You can be such a prude. Sometimes I feel sorry for whoever you dumped me for."
"I didn't dump you, I turned you down. There's a difference."
"Who is it, anyways?"
"..."
"Don't tell me they dumped you?"
"No!"
"...Did you not confess yet? After everything you put me through, and you haven't even..."
"I know I'm awesome, but you have to get over me, Hans," joked Skipper.
"I am over you; I have Blowy! It's serious. Look what he gave me!" the puffin cried, pointing to his neck, having completely missed the penguin's tone. The caged bird let out a low whistle.
"It must be serious, if he gave you a rock like that." Skipper watched as Hans left, waited four minutes, then shook his friends awake. "Rico, I need two guitars, and three paintbrushes. Team, I have a plan."
…
With the dream machine damaged and on fire, the sprinklers on, and paint splattered on many unconscious lobsters, the penguins made their escape.