A\N: RIP BlueWolf88. He died several months ago, but I only heard about his death today. He was a good friend of my sister, and the author of the Monster Rapper. Also, hoping for a strong heart for his girlfriend.
Dr. Blowhole ´paced´ around on his segway, waiting for his lobster´s return. "Seriously! What is taking them so long?" "Maybe they ran into the team." Red One offered. Just then, the door opened and the two minions entered, carrying a penguin´s body with them. "Finally! Did you get him?" The dolphin rolled over, taking a good look at Anthony. He stopped cold at the sight of him. "Who´s that?" The evil genius asked, frowning. "The penguin you wanted." Blowhole stared at Anthony´s chest mark and face-flippered. "I did not mean any penguin! Didn´t I give you a clear…forget it…the penguin I wanted was Nigel!" The two blinked. "Who´s that?" Red Five asked. Blowhole glared intensely at him. "Ohhhh…" He now remembered the British penguin they were talking about. Suddenly, Anthony began to stir. "Throw him in a cage until I´ve decided what to do with him." Blowhole hissed through gritted teeth. "Yes, sir." One lobster said. "And don´t call me sir! It reminds me of…him." The sea mammal shuddered violently. "Yes, doc." Another answered and got a glare from the master. He had found the small sarcasm in his minion´s voice. Anthony sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Ow, my head…what happened? Where am I?" He stared at the lobsters and Dr. Blowhole. "Who are you? Where´s Kowalski?" The evil genius would´ve had rolled away when he caught the name of his arch-rival…one of his arch-rivals. "You know Kowalski?" Blowhole steered his segway back to the cage, dark curiosity showing in his face. "Don´t you think I would know my own son?" The penguin spat back. Blowhole turned around as if he lost interest, but instead, smiled wickedly.
Skipper was wordlessly cleaning off the table, Private helping him. The whole team hadn´t spoken much since Kowalski yelled at his father. Kowalski begin to move around in his bunk. The scientist opened his eyes, his gaze randomly moving toward the TV, only to get a nasty surprise. "Blowhole!" He jumped up, flippers shooting up into a fighting stance. Skipper turned, seeing the marine-mammal and pushed the off-button. Nothing happened. Skipper pressed it again and again but couldn´t turn off Blowhole. The genius grew annoyed at the lack of attention and the pushing of buttons, so he pressed his own button at his segway. Skipper jumped back as the next knob sent painful electricity up his flipper. "Very well, peng-u-ins. Ready now?" "For what? To bore ourselves to death while listening to your i´m-so-powerful-and-amazing-come-and-listen-to-my-plan speech?" Skipper rolled his eyes mockingly. Blowhole growled lowly. "Alright, fine then. I´ll leave." He turned around, grinning. "Really? Awesome!" He hated how Skipper taunted him. The dolphin rolled out of the way, letting the penguins have a good look at his prisoner, who sat in the cage, his legs pulled to his chest. Kowalski stood up and rushed to the TV. "Dad?" That got the other´s attention, and to their horror, they recognized Anthony. "How about now? Are you willing to listen?" Blowhole now had the upper hand. He smirked. "Shoot." Skipper growled through his clenched beak. "Alright, you know what I want, so just give it to me and I swear, not one feather will be ruffled of Kowalski´s precious father." "What do you want?" Private asked innocently. Their arch-enemy rolled over to the other side so he could look at the young Brit straightly. "Your retirement." "Huh?" Skipper groaned lightly before explaining. "He wants us to stop stopping him so he could destroy the world." "Or, maybe just as long till I have my revenge on the humans!" The evil doctor cut in. "Negative." Blowhole shrugged. "Fine, then expect the worst for...actually, I didn´t quite catch your name." Anthony glared at the other. "Anthony." "Right, Then expect the worst for Anthony!" Then the laugh echoed as the screen faded black.
Skipper rubbed the underside of his beak so hard that it shone when he removed his flippers and placed them behind his back, pacing. The others stood attention, Kowalski slumping a little, since he had just woken up. Then the leader stopped, resting his flipper back on his beak, thinking hard before going into the other room. He came back with a few tools. He gave Private a bow and arrow(forgot the other name for it), Rico a flamethrower and was about to hand\flipper the grenade belt to his second lieutenant, when two wings rejected the weapons. "I´m not going." The scientist responded. "But Kowalski!" Private protested, even Rico was shocked. "Walski, no!" "Why not soldier?" Skipper asked coolly, looking the other directly into his eyes. Kowalski lowered his own. "I have my reasons and I would appreciate it when you won´t ask for them." His leader watched him for a few more moments, before nodding. "Okay, I just hope you know what you´re doing." Skipper responded, disappointment showing clearly in his voice. Kowalski nodded, then walked back to his bunk. Private and Rico watched him go, until their officer snapped them back to attention. "Focus, team." He took a dagger, leaving Kowalski´s belt on the floor. Soon they were topside, and the genius was alone. For a second, Kowalski wanted to bang his head against the wall and ask, no yell what on earth was wrong with him, but was too exhausted for it. He heard Skipper and the guys shake up the soda real good, then take off with a hissing sound. Then emptiness surrounded him. Kowalski tried to go back to sleep, but the strong, obnoxious whispering of the empty, silent HQ wouldn´t let him. The scientist opened his eyes, and looked around, till they rested on the grenade belt on the floor.
The penguins landed in the second row, throwing off their packs. "Oh, dang it! Well, at least we´ve got the second row." Private commented and earned a slap from Skipper. "Focus! Blowhole is expecting us and probably had set up traps everywhere!" The others nodded and with Skipper leading, entered the lair. "How do we know where the fish put the traps?" Skipper asked, more to himself. "I am NOT a fish!" Then a cage dropped upon our penguins.
A\N: R&R!