Kidnapping Skipper ch. 7

by

Mastermindhunter

The boys went straight back to the habitat not bothering explaining things to Marlene or the lemurs. It would just slow them down, so they didn't worry about it. Marlene gave them a suspicious look, but they didn't notice. They grabbed everything they needed. Private grabbed all their food, plus some for Destiny, and a little extra. He grabbed a load of fish, two boxes of peanut butter winkies, a few fruits, a bag of ice, and some large bottles of water. Kowalski grabbed a box of matches, a few large pieces of cloth, and a bottle of sunscreen. Rico grabbed a knife, a flame thrower, a chainsaw, and four walkie talkies. When they got all of their supplies together, they left a note at the HQ for Marlene that they would be gone, and wouldn't be back for at least a few days, a week at the most.

They walked out of the habitat, and tried to sneak around out to the dump. Destiny told them to meet them there. Private knew this mission would be a big one, and it would feel different. it would be even wierder feeling, since Skipper's older sister was leading it. He never took orders from a female commanding officer. Still she did look a lot like Skipper, just a lot more feminine. He figured he could get used to it. He just hoped whever the real Skipper was, he was okay. It felt like he would be dead by now, but he wouldn't let the boys know how he felt. Still, Destiny knew the villain better than he did, and if she wasn't panicking about Skipper's life, then he shouldn't worry either, right?

They were next to the gate when Marlene stepped right infront of them. "Hey, guys. What's going on? I was going ask if . . . Uh where's Skipper?" Uh-oh.

"Uh, well Marlene the thing is . . . there is an emergency mission that we have to attend to. It's of major importance." Private sputtered. Marlene stared at them as if they weren't acting too serious.

She snickered to herself. "Oh let me guess. This another one of those Blowhole things, isn't it?" She asked in a sarcastic tone. Out of nowhere Julian jumped out of his habitat, followed by Maurice and Mort. Obviously Julian didn't forget Blowhole.

He landed in a crouching position, and ran up to the three birds and otter. "Did somebody say Blowhole? Ooh Allow me on the mission of which you are planning! I have defeated the crazy fishy face once, and I am able to do it again . . . cause I am a secret spy!" Great. Now everybody was trying to get involved. They had to get there in a few minutes, and they didn't have time for distractions.

"No!" Kowalski shouted. "This isn't a Blowhole thing. This is an emergency mission penguins only thing. We need to be somewhere, so stop worrying, and let us go." He tried to get around Marlene, but Marlene held out a paw. She wasn't one to take no for an answer. Rico wasn't appreciating this delay. Kowalski was getting irritated as well. "Alright! We think Skipper's in trouble, were headed to the Nevada desert, we can't afford delays, no you all can't come, we packed only our portions of food, and no civilians can survive!" He shouted quickly. He was breathing eratically, and stared at everybody when he finished. He had definitely had a short breakdown.

Rico had grabbed Kowalski and gently pushed him towards the gate. Private had tried to calm things down a little bit. "Right. Umm. We'll just head on out, and we'll be back in a few days, alright guys?" They slipped past, and tried to head out to the New York Dump. Destiny was waiting at the gate. She had something in her left flipper. It was shiny and silver looking. Whatever it was, was probably rhe reason they were here.

"Hmrph. you guys are a little late." She giggled. She jumped over an old tire, and waved a flipper for them to follow. There was a small trail cleared of rubbish. "Now the Nevada desert is tricky, and I estimate we'll be on the highway alot, so I'll have to bring Harley." She sighed. Just then she jumped head first into a pile of trash, and started digging through it. Why would a person named Harley live at a dump? "Here she is." She held an iron bar, and pulled. Out of the trash came a beautifully polished 2009 night train Harley Davidson. It was a bright cherry red, and was sleek and advanced. "Here she is. Harley. She's taken me so many places, I've lost count." She rolled it out of the dump.

"So how are we going to get to the desert, exactly?" Private scratched his head, in a confused like manner.

"Hmm, good question, Private. I guess we could sneak out on a plane. Jeez I hate flying. Still that's better than on land. Prof. Shard has spies that are probably tracking us as we speak" Destiny shivered. Rico smiled at the thought of flying. She smiled as the boys helped her push the bike. It was pretty heavy, but they could manage to push it far enough. "I suggest we take the JFK airport. It'll take us straight to Las Vegas Nevada, once there we take Harley to lake Tahoe, and we'll think up more, once we get there." They walked out to the streets, and caught up to a bus. It said JFK airport. They took the Harley, and threw it up on the top. Then so began the long trip to the airport.

In a nearby garbage can, there was a skunk rumaging through some old garbage. He spotted the penguins, and kept a close eye on them. Once he read the sign on the front of the bus, he picked up a walkie talkie. "They've responded faster than you thought professor. They're already headed to the airport as we speak."

"Good, good. Make sure they get on that plane. Don't let them know you're on their tail" He closed the walkie talkie, and laid it on a coffee table, that was glass. It was held up by four gold bears holding the glass up with their paws. He sat in the huge chair made for his extreme size. He sat there admiring Skipper as though he had been a plaque on a wall. All he needed now was his trophy, Destiny. "I hope you're happy, Skipper. Your sister is coming to your rescue. She always was the one to help you when you two were kids, am I right? Even Kowalski wasn't the hero on your account, eh? Always needed oh so sweet Destiny to pull you out of your ruts. It was funny how Destiny's younger than Rico and Kowalski, yet she's saved your life more times than they have put together

"Please don't drag Destiny into this madness. You can't hurt my older sister. She didn't do anything to you. Haven't you taken enough from us already?" Skipper pleaded with a strong voice. It was true he had taken enough from both penguins. The arctic tern sat next to the polar bear, and stared at him in the same mocking gesture as prof. Shard did. He didn't mind getting captured, but more so who awaited Destiny. If she knew who it was waiting at the desert she would no doubt come after him. That's what scared him.

The snow white animal rolled his eyes, and brought his paw to his face. "You just don't get it, do you Skipper?" Prof. Shard sighed. He rubbed his head with his massive claw. It could take out Skipper easily, but he wouldn't waste it on him. "It's always been about Destiny. She isn't the one who being dragged in. It's you, and whoever she's decided to bring to stop me, and rescue you. This is her and my game. You all are just the pawns that we're using to play with. Nothing more than that." Skipper wasn't going to believe that on any account whatsoever.

"No." He growled. "You're wrong. You are playing a game. This is all your game. Destiny wouldn't treat this as a game. You would, because you think of us as pawns, and nothing more. Destiny doesn't treat us that way. She loves us all in our own way. You don't love whoever you drag in, and that makes this a game to you. She loves us all, and that drives you insane, and twists your heart to where for one brief moment you wish that could know what it's like to feel the love she has for each of us. To feel like there is an actual person out there that could still feel anything for a murderer like you." The mad prfessor's face was growing angry, and Skipper didn't care. if he was going to die here, then he would tell the rotten truth to this lunatic. "That's the fact that few people know. Not many people know that polar bears are one of the only animals that hunt for sport, which is what you're doing now."

"ENOUGH!" The polar bear ran on all fours to the littler penguin before him. When he hollared, the smell of seals, and walrus was on his breath. It was maloderant, and could cause a skunk to pass out. "You had better hope that Destiny gets here, or I will have fun devouring you, then hunting her down next." He stopped showing his teeth, and cleared his throat. He stood back on two legs, and picked his chipped iron cane back up. "You know, I never thought you two would grow up to be so similar, but you two did, wouldn't you agree, Annie?" The arctic tern nodded, grnning. "Good job. You should be proud to be just like little deedee."

That pushed Skipper over the edge. "Don't call her that. NEVER CALL HER THAT!" He shouted. His eyes were burning with fury.

This made the large bear, smile with delight. "Oh I'm sorry. That's right. Only you're allowed to call her that. It's sweet how you don't let anyone call her that. Not even that nimrod Blowhole. Tell me. Are those two still in love with each other?" The squint in Skippers eyes, answered that question quite perfectly. "Oh they are. How delicious! I wish I could see how much they flirt with eachother. You really did hope it was someone better didn't you? Well no matter. She won't live long enough to get anyone else." Everytime the bear spoke it sent chills down Skipper's spine. He was Destiny's worst nightmare for sure. Skipper hated the fact that Destiny was actually coming this way.