Lips in! HIYA!
GPS smiled. "It's okay, guys. I know you were like, really ticked."
Gary grinned. "Splendid! Apologies for the broken door."
They all laughed, and Dot blushed. "Guess I got impatient."
GPS's smile suddenly faded. "Jet...Oh, where's Jet?!"
Nobody answered.
"Where's. Jet. Pack. Guy." GPS repeated fearfully.
Nobody replied.
"WHERE IS HE?!" GPS shouted.
"He..." Gary started.
"Well, he..." Dot swallowed.
"He quit." Icetail finished dryly.
"He what?!"
"Quite unfortunately, he quit, agent." Gary held back tears. After all, Jet Pack Guy had been the only person he had faith in completely.
GPS's eyes widened. "But...He-He loves the EPF! He swore a feather oath he would never quit! He couldn't have chosen to quit!"
"Well, I don't think he chose to." Icetail muttered.
"Huh?" The others all replied spontaneously.
"Nothing." Icetail shrugged, pushing away the image of Jet's cold glare.
"I'm sorry, guys." GPS whispered.
Gary managed a smile and Dot put her flipper around GPS.
"It wasn't your fault. But I think we can all agree this was uncalled for. Likely some works of Herbert." Gary remarked.
Icetail nodded. "I think I might know what he's up to."
Dot widened her eyes. "You don't say..."
"Mom!" Cuddles shrieked from her bedroom. "They're's a guy in here!"
Cuddles quickly put away her book and got out of her bed.
Her mother quickly rushed down the hallway and opened the door. "Who?"
"I...I don't know...just like, well, a guy!" Cuddles replied.
Her mother stepped forward, lifting the sheets. "Oh, well isn't that a coincidence! It's your friend Jet Pack Guy from that little agency you're in!"
"What?!" Cuddles rushed to the bed.
Sure enough, it was a red penguin in a suit with a smoking Jet Pack on his back with a name carved into the tip: Property of Gary Francis Williams, EPF
"Eureka. He didn't have to crash through the ceiling just to say hi." Cuddles breathed.
Her mother sighed. "Well, he made a pretty bad hole. Why don't you sleep in my room tonight, I'll clean this up."
Cuddles would have offered to help her mother clean up the mess, but she had read several large science books that night and was extremely tired.
"Okay, mom. Sweet dreams." Cuddles tiptoed out of her room and upstairs to her mother's.
Her mother found a small metal clip-on in the pile of rubble around Jet Pack Guy.
When she reached to pick it up, Jet rolled over, waking up.
"Hello?" Jet stretched out his flippers, opening his eyes. "Oh...um, sorry about this. I'm Guy, and I'm looking for my friend Herbert. Have you seen him?"
Oh my GOSH! DUNN DUNN DUNN! Lips out!