"Rico! Wake up! We need your help!"

Skipper's medical records

by

Mastermindhunter

It was approximately nine-thirty. The moon glowed radiant over New York. The three were quietly in their bunks, dreaming of their usual luxuries of desire. Private was dreaming of some deliceous butterscoth lollies, but then he heard a loud flapping sound, almost like clothes being moved. When he opened his eyes, He saw Skipper near the emergency blankets, that they often used, for when there was a guest. He was shaking it out as if it were covered in dust or something. There was one problem, though. They weren't expecting any visitors, and they cleaned them during the ruccus last evening. Why was he cleaning the sheets and blankets out? It didn't make any sense.

He reached up to wake Kowalski up in the top bunk. "Kowalski, wake up! Kowalski."

"Yes I would like to thank my girlfriends for this Nobel award. I would like to give special thanks to the boys, who were actually quite inspiring to me."

"KOWALSKI!"

"What, what, agh! What's going on?" He looked under his bunk, and saw private staring up at him, with a look of importance. "What is it, Private?" Private was trying to find a way to tell Kowalski what was going on. When Private didn't answer, he rolled his eyes, and pulled his head back up to his bunk. "It is too late to be staying up. John Candle doesn't want to see drowsey penguins." He rolled over to his side, trying to head back to sleep.

Private turned him back over with his flipper. "Tell that to Skipper. Look at him! He's still cleaning!" Private pointed to Skipper. Skipper then folded the sheet, and placed it back in the stack. He then gasped, and pounded the floor with his wing, then he moved it to another spot on the floor. It was like he saw a bug that only he could see. Kowalski looked as confused as Private did. "He's not getting any sleep at all. Plus he's not even doing anything in particular. He keeps doing random things. It's like he's under a spell of some sort." Skipper was crawling on all fours trying to find the invisible bug. I was sort of wierd. Kowalski hopped down, and got in Skipper's way. Skipper just went past him, causing Kowalski to be on top of Skipper's back as he crawled. Kowalski had enough, and woke Rico up.

"WHUUUUUH!" Rico groaned.

Kowalski pointed to Skipper, still trying to find the bug. "Skipper's been trying to find something, and I want to help, but he keeps doing ridiculous things. He's not listening to us, and he won't stop." They all got down, and observed Skipper. When Skipper threw the non existent bug away, he turned around to look at the others, but his eyes were shut. They were closed, but were fluttering like they were looking in many directions. It was as if he was still asleep. He walked over to the wall opposite the blanket stack, and started to look through the fish in the fridge. He picked up one that was rotten. It made the boys noses burn with the maloderant odor. He took a whiff, and threw it in a coffee cup. Then he picked up another one, that was fresh, and threw it away. He then brewed some coffee, and drank the conoction with ease. "I've never seen anything like this. I've only seen it once, and only once, but it was a human that was doing this." Private was confused.

"What do you mean Kowalski?"

"I'm talking about Somnambulism!"

"What?" Rico looked totally lost. It was a term he wasn't familiar with

"Er-Sleepwalking for short. It's more natural to occur in men than women." Kowalski explained. The boys had never seen Skipper sleepwalk, so why now? "Well, remember when Skipper was getting worried when he was afraid that John Candle would hate us, regardless of the great job we did cleaning up?" The others nodded, when he asked the obvious question. "Well most scientists believe that when there is a high amount of pshycological stress from the day before, this can result in the brain going into overdrive, causing the unusual natural result we know as sleepwalking." Skipper was walking straight towards Rico. Rico was holding out a wing, ready to wake him up. Skipper walked up to him, but Private pulled his arm down, and looked worried. Rico looked at him.

"Uhhh" Rico grumbled.

Private pulled Rico out of the way of Skipper. "You can't do that, Rico. My gran always said you're not supposed to wake up a sleepwalker or they go bahoodies! We can't wake him up." They both looked as Skipper started climbing the ladder, slowly without difficulty. Rico was looking startled as Skipper was getting away. "Well, it's true, but we can't wake him up, and he's acting crazy! What do we do!?" Kowalski pulled out his notepad, and flipped though some options.

"Well I'm not an expert on sleep, dreams, or sleepwalking, but I would suggest that we follow him, but if he goes toward anything dangerous, we make sure we steer him away." The others agreed, and followed him out of the HQ. He was seen at the top of the habitat, sitting in the middle of the island. He grabbed each boy, and lined them up, not bothering to look at who each one was. He lined them up, like he was going to start training. He started kicking in a way they knew. They quickly rearranged themselves, and followed the sound asleep Skipper. It was pretty weird that they were following Skipper in his sleep. It was as if they were walking in his sleep. He then stopped in the usual way he stopped.

Private giggled a little bit. "Wow I never trained at night, or followed someone in their sleep. Well now that that's over with, I guess Skipper's gunna-" They looked, and Skipper had jumped the fence, and walked over to the zoo's flower gardens. The others followed in haste. Skipper was fast for someone in his sleep. They stopped at the stargazer lillies. They circled around to see his face. What were in his wings scared them. They were clippers. They were shocked, and then felt relieved when he cut a lilly from the stalk. He grabbed it, and walked over to the tulips to cut a red and pink tulip. he waddled over to lillies of the valley, and picked some out by hand, granted their small size. The gardens were barely even affected. if anything, John Candle would be surprised by their very high quality state. After about twelve different types of flowers, he tied tem up with a blue ribbon, and took the bundle towards Marlene.

Private watched him go towards Marlene's habitat. "What's he doing?"

"It's what's normal for sleepwalkers. They do what they do when they're slepwalking. They do things that are normal for the days schedule, and act them out as if it were just another day." Private stared at the bouqette of flowers, and thought of what this meant. "Skipper thinks it's the beginnng of the month. Every first of every month he sends flowers to Marlene's habitat for her vase. She likes them to be freshly picked during spring, and summer. But she takes them from him. He doesn't put them in the vase."

"Then what's going to happen, when he gives them to her?"

"I don't know. I think this is going to be a little interesting." Kowalski shook his head. They watched him as he walked over to the habitat. He ran over into the cave, to Marlene. She was asleep, and snoring in the little pad of rock she used as a bed. The slumbering Skipper was poking Marlene in the side. She was waving the wing away, trying to make him stop. He tried to get her up, but she wouldn't. Skipper was getting impatient, and raised the flowers above his head, implying that he was going to hit her in the head with them. Private panicked, and ran over to him. He was too late, and Skipper hit her in the face.

"HEY!"

Private snatched the flowers away from Skippers wing. Skipper must have assumed that Marlene took them, because he waltzed right on out of the cave, and Rico and Kowalski followed him on out. Marlene stared at Private holding the flowers. She raised an eyebrow. "Uh Private. Did you just hit me with those flowers while I was asleep?" She asked, her eyes turning into slits.

"Uhh . . . I . . . Um . . . Oh dear . . . Well . . . Yes?" He attempted a small smile.

"Okay I have one question for you. Why!?" She hollared. She quickly put her paws over her mouth, realizing that she screamed, with all the animals sleeping. "why?" she whispered.

Private was at a blank for thoughts. He had to catch up to others to make sure Skipper was okay, but he couldn't just leave Marlene angry. "Uhh I wanted to . . . uhh . . . gives to you . . . as a . . . gift, a sign . . . of love . . . I love you!" Marlene stared, a little awestruck. She slowly took the love flowers, and stared at Private nervously. As soon as she got a grasp on the flowers, Private ran out. "I've got to go Marlene. I'll explain in the morning!"

"But Private!" She hollared after him, with the flowers in hand. He ran towards the two other boys, who had stopped in front of a door. It was the door of the souvenier shop. They entered when Private caught up.

"Hey guys. Sorry I was a little tied up. What's he doing now?"

"Take a look for yourself." Kowalski opened the door. The tee shirts that had animals on them were strewn across the floor. Some mugs were without lids, and candy fish were on the floor, in the candy section.