Lips in! So yeah...uh...watch out! CHAPTER!

GPS had finally made it back home to HEPF. (Herbert's Evil Penguin Force.)

The ship had landed in a field next to the base.

GPS pulled Icy and Dot out, while Herbert trudged behind with Jet Pack Guy over his shoulder.

"Why can't you pull him?" Herbert mumbled. "He's heavy."

GPS smiled. "Because I won the coin toss!"

And with that they dragged the EPF agents inside.

Gary was working in his lab that night, trying to improve his sled, when he heard scratching at his door.

Assuming it was his brown puffle, Gary waddled over and voice-activated the new entrance to his room. (*faceflipper* G, puffles don't even have CLAWS!)

But Gary got an unpleasant punch in his head.

He stumbled back, trying to get a view of the large, white figure in his room.

But he was beginning to feel lightheaded, and collapsed on his carpeted floor.

Herbert quickly tied Gary in ropes, then threw several rocks at all his inventions.

To make matters worse, Herbert took all of Gary's blueprints and math drafts, and flushed them down the toilet.

He let out a loud, evil chuckle, then hurried off with Gary dragged behind him. (OH NO!)

Penguingps yawned.

She had been guarding Jet Pack Guy for three hours now.

She had to spend the rest of the night here, but she was freezing and tired.

The door was locked, she thought. Nobody could get in or out until Herbert unlocked the door in the morning.

So she untied Jet, lied down, and curled up with Jet Pack Guy for warmth as she drifted off to sleep.

Jet woke up with GPS by his side.

For a moment, he thought everything was normal.

He was back at the EPF base, and nobody but her knew his secret.

And then he got up and remembered.

He had been knocked out.

He had heard a clang of metal, and he had known it was his Jet Pack breaking.

Surely that wasn't GPS.

He searched the room for a way to get out.

Rule #1: Don't try the door. The door is always locked.

That's was Jet had been taught.

So he took of his pen from his jacket and shattered the thin window. (claps flipper!)

Now he had to find a way to get up there.

Rookie smiled at the fish he had caught.

Or, eaten.

He and Alex had gone fishing earlier, and they had cooked some fish for dinner.

Rookie caught a very large grey fish, and he was very tired now.

He curled up on his tree, which was across from the one Alex was sleeping in.

But trees can't protect you from polar bears.

Not at all.

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