A\N: Sorry for taking long, but I was in Italy (!) and my computer wouldn´t let me write. xP

But now I´m back with a new chapter!

Btw, I imagine the Bronx Zoo with a lot more technology and freedom than the Central Park Zoo (like having cell phones and TVs in their habitats and being able to wander around more freely)

I made these animals up on the spot, jsyk.

Guest Stars:

Alexis (AikoSuzuki1900)

Panda (SweetPanda12)

Christian (Christ´s Disciple)

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54) Wear a ring-tailed Lemur outfit and sing "I like to move it, move it."

"Alright…sure, I´ll do it…no prob. Bye." Maxwell grinned eagerly. Skipper, his old military friend was coming for a visit since he was having some trouble back home. So he called the little, brown weasel and told him he needed a vacation. Maxwell put the cell phone back on his stone table.

Kowalski had just called. He said that the zoo was pranking Skipper and had asked him to participate as long as the other Bronx zoosters. After giving the weasel a few ideas, he hung up.

Speaking of Max, said mammal glanced at the clock. The penguin would be here in about ten minutes.

Maxwell opened his costume closet and began searching around it.

He had it here somewhere…perfect!

The weasel pulled out a lemur costume and grinned.

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Skipper arrived at the Bronx Zoo ten minutes later. He walked through the pathways and was greeted all around from old friends and friendly strangers.

He wondered for moment why he didn´t visit them sooner. Then again, it had been kinda stressful with training and the missions in the CPZ.

All the stress from the last few days melted off him and he smiled.

Skipper knocked on the glass barrier and waited.

A moment later, he heard a rustle.

"Maxwe-!" He began, but stopped short. Instead of seeing his companion, he saw an all too familiar-

"Ringtail! What are you doing here?!"

"Si, it is I, Ringtail…uhm, and I will be singing you a song and dancing…as a very hot welcome." Maxwell tried his best King Julian voice.

Skipper relaxed and smiled. "Hey there Maxwell. You had me worried for a second-"

Maxwell leapt forward, planning a perfect jump where he lands next to Skipper, shushes him and starts singing and dancing. In reality, he jumped, tripped and ended up hitting Skipper right in the face.

"Ow, Maxwell! What the fish are you doing?"

Sudden music started and, not wanting to look like a total idiot with his face in the concrete, Maxwell jumped up and started dancing.

"I like to move it, move it! I like to move it, move it! Physically fit. Physically fit! Physically, Physically, Physically fit!" He sang weakly, trying to ignore the throbbing in his face.

Instead of getting annoyed, Skipper shook his head amused and laughed. "Come on, let´s go clean up at your place."

55) Fill up a bucket with water. When he sits down, walk behind him, turn the bucket upside down over his head and go: "Whoops!":

Bronx Zoo was exactly how Skipper remembered and expected it. Nice, calm, peaceful…much better than Hoboken and not as busy as Central Park Zoo.

He spent his first day meeting all the animals and looking around. Maxwell had told him about a penguin pool east of the Zoo´s souvenir shop.

That´s where the leader penguin was now. It was a huge pool of water with rocks and other play-things the humans had put in there. Turns out there weren´t only penguins there but many other animals, including Maxwell and his girlfriend, Liola the kind-hearted flamingo.

Speaking of the weasel, he walked up to his friend and put an arm around the penguin´s shoulders.

"Hey listen, Skipps…I was thinking…"

"That´s never good news." Skipper joked.

Maxwell steered him to the edge of the pool and pointed at a ´B´ shaped rock in the middle of the water. All around it sat pretty, young penguin chics (girls), laughing and talking, dangling their feet in the water.

"I understand that you´re a single, lonely guy…" The brown weasel continued.

"Uh…well…" The commanding officer couldn´t keep the blush form spreading across his feathers. He was single, but that doesn´t mean that he didn´t have his eye out for a particularly beautiful, sweet otter girl.

Maxwell raised his brows at this.

"You got a girlfriend?"

"No…"

"Perfect, go talk to them."

"I don´t know, Max."

"Oh come on, you´ll do fine. Just go with the flow."

Max said and pushed Skipper into the water and shouted, "HEY GURLS! MY FRIEND HAS SOMETHING TO SAY!"

All of them looked over, just as Skipper surfaced.

He was burning red and searching frantically for an excuse.

"Um…NICE FEATHERS!" He yelled at them and turned away, climbing out of the water to find that jerk face weasel. He heard giggling behind him and blushed deeper.

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"Maxwell!" Skipper stormed the grassy area, but his friend waved him away. He was too busy eating chocolate-covered strawberries with Liola.

Skipper huffed and sat down on a warm, sunny rock and let his feathers dry.

They finally stopped clinging to him like wet rags and began feeling fluffy and nice again when all of the sudden, it started raining in buckets.

Skipper jumped up and accidently knocked the bucket out of the girl´s flippers.

"What the-…?!" He spun around and glared.

A penguin girl was standing behind him, a grin hidden behind a guilty look plastered on her face.

"Sorry ´bout that, I thought you could need a little cooling off." She apologized.

Skipper furrowed his brows. Something…something about her seemed familiar. He shook it off. It´s not like Panda or Alexis or anyone else of these crazy authors would follow him here, just to annoy him.

"I was actually trying to get dry." He explained.

"Whoops, sorry." She said again and grinned.

"Don´t worry about it…er, what´s your name?"

"Pa-Peggy. My name is Peggy." The girl shook flippers with him.

"Nice to meet you, I´m Skipper."

Peggy bent over and grabbed the bucket. "Well, see you around, Skippy." She smiled and walked away.

The other penguin watched her walk away from the corner of his eyes. Something was off about this girl. He would have to be careful.

56) Climb into his lap and demand a bedtime story. Be childish about it:

The day came to an end and everyone was getting ready for bed.

The zookeepers locked up the zoo after checking on the animals, then went home.

Bronx became quiet, except for constant chattering of crickets and night active animal moving around in their habitats.

´At least Ringtail isn´t here with his annoying boom-box.´ Skipper thought happily. He could hear Maxwell cursing the martens next door for their noisy scurrying around their cave, but Skipper assured him that there was worse.

Just as the penguin was about to head over to his weasel-made bunk-bed, the phone rang.

Liola picked it up. "Hello?…yes, of course, he´s right here next to me…hold on," She gave the phone to the officer. "Skipper, it´s for you."

"Thanks…hello?"

"Skipper!" A familiar voice responded from the other end. It was Marlene.

"Hey, Marlene." He smiled.

"Skipper, I´m just getting ready for bed."

"Me too."

"Can you tell me a bedtime story so I can fall asleep better~?"

"What?"

"Can you tell me a-"

"I heard you the first time!" Skipper growled, annoyed already. Was she serious or just playing around again?

"…Skipper?"

"What?"

"Should I help you pick out a bedtime story for me?"

He could hear shuffling of feet and blankets in the background.

"I´m not telling you a story. I´m tired, Marley."

"But Skippa!"

"No buts. Go to sleep." He demanded, but in a softer voice now.

"I´m not going to sleep before I get a story! My father always told me a story before bed. Pleeeeaaaassseee Skipper~? Please?"

Skipper sighed and closed his eyes. He could see Marlene making puppy eyes at him and his willpower crashed.

"Fine!" He snapped. "There was once a cute little otter who always wanted a bedtime story. So every night her parents told her one until she fell asleep. One day her begging was too much and her friend the penguin taught her how to read so she could read whole books without having to keep anyone from their precious sleep. So she learned how to read and never called anyone for a bedtime story again. She lived happily ever after. The end."

Marlene´s chuckle toned in his ear. "Thanks, Skipper. Next time try doing it with less sarcasm."

"Next time ask Private." He returned. "Goodnight Marley."

"Night Skipper."

57) Ask if you can go as him for Halloween

And

58) Learn Morse code and talk to him entirely in beeps.

And

59) Say: "Hey Skipper!" until he responds. Then say: "Nothing!" Repeat:

"Skipper, can you help Liola with picking up the kids?" Maxwell asked.

His wife´s job was watching kids in Day Care (is it called Day Care or Day School?).

The penguin didn´t really have anything better to do than to read a boring newspaper article about a serial killer who suffocates his victims with whipped cream, so he agreed to help.

Skipper met Liola at the entrance to the Reptile House. A bunch of children from all species were hopping, flying or bouncing around her, talking or chasing each other.

"Hello Skipper!" The flamingo waved him over, a grateful smile plastered on her face. "I´m sorry to pull you out here like this, but I really need help."

"It´s no problem."

The kids were gathered and they started walking towards the fences, to bring the first kids home.

Skipper was walking with a group of kids around him, a little puffin girl holding onto his flipper and skipping next to him, saying, "Hey Skipper. Hey Skipper. Hey Skipper."

"What?" The leader asked.

"Nothing!" She chirped cheerfully, then returned to her singing. "Hey Skipper, hey Skipper, hey Skipper, hey Skipper!"

"Do you want something or-"

"Hey Skipper?"

"Yeah?"

"Nothing!" She laughed and the other kids thought it would be fun to try it out too.

"Hey Skipper?" They said.

Skipper turned his head, a little frustrated. "What?!"

"Nothing!" Then they all laughed.

"Hey Skipper!" A couple of lion cubs ran up to him.

"What?" ´Good thing I only have to do this once.´ He thought annoyed.

"Helen wants to know if she can go as you to Halloween!" A cub asked, with brown speckles on his nose so it looked like he had freckles.

"oh really?" The penguin said.

A shy, young cub nodded, looking at him with big green eyes.

"Why? Am I that ugly?" He joked and immediately got a "YEESSS!" from all the other kids.

"N-no, I think you´re pretty c-cool." Helen said quietly.

"Thank you Helen." He smiled and patted her head. She grinned back, showing off her pink gums.

Then a polar bear cub ran up shouting, "BEEEEP BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP BEEEEP! BEEEEP BEEEEEP! BEEEEP BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP!"

Skipper blinked confused, before having to jump out of the way as a few lion cubs chased the polar bear, yelling something about him not saying mean stuff to them all the time.

The white cup shouted back in high pitched, broken English: "I waz takking to ´im!" and pointed to Skipper.

"You shouldn´t be mean to anyone." Liola said kindly.

The polar bear stuck out his tongue and went back to beep-talking to the other kids.

"Sorry, Skipper they´re a bit hyper after school." Liola said, with a small smile.

"You don´t say!" Skipper yelled as he went under a herd of cubs tackling him shouting, "PLAY FOOTBALL WITH US!"

60) Upload a video of him from when he was acting like a girl on youtube:

Later that evening, Maxwell and Skipper were sitting on the zoo´s office´s computer, hacking into the system.

A rumor of a UFO sighting over New York had spread around. The video had been uploaded on YouTube so of course they had to check it out.

They found the video immediately and clicked on it.

The first few minutes of the film were nothing, then suddenly a flash of white illuminated the sky, followed by trails of green and purple, like a shooting star gone wrong. The two in the video gasped and yelled something about "UFOS!" and "They´re going to suck our brains out!".

"Fake." Skipper said in disgust. "Totally fake."

"Yeah, how on earth did they know when and where to film this UFO sighting?"

Skipper moved the cursor over to the red X, when Maxwell stopped him.

"Hey look, there!" He pointed to a suggested video. "It says, ´For my dear penguin brother Skipper´."

"That doesn´t sound good." He clicked it.

Soft classic music played as pink letters rolled across the screen.

Made for my dearest brother, Skipper the penguin…he´s one special talent and I´ve decided not to let it go to waste…enjoy! :)

Then his humiliation started. Skipper dancing in a pink tutu, Skipper in the coconut bra, Skipper walking through the door with Private holding it open, Skipper and Rico about to chest bump, then reconsidering and doing a low five instead, Skipper trying to put lip-stick on his beak, Skipper batting his eyelashes, Skipper dancing with pink ribbons, Skipper, Skipper, Skipper. Acting like a girl.

All because of Kowalski´s gender determination machine stopped working.

Maxwell was laughing hysterically ever since the video started and the rest of the video did nothing to help him. He doubled over from the lack of air, while Skipper glared at him.

"Shut up, it´s not funny." Skipper said and left a hateful comment on his sister Alexis´ video. He shut the computer down and turned toward Maxwell.

"Let´s just go…" He growled, dragging his still cackling friend out of the room.

Worse, next morning, upon checking the computer, a young employee found the video and posted it all over Facebook and Twitter. Soon, it had up to forty-million views on YT. xP

61) Take his coffee mug saying: "I'll clean it for you" and then spit into it and wipe with your tail/sleeve/flipper:

What had started as a peaceful lunch turned into an awkward situation. Skipper made a face as he spat out some sand. A harsh, strong wind had blown filth and straw from a nearby gorilla habitat into the direction where Skipper was enjoying a quiet lunch.

Thankfully, his lunch packet had been already eaten, but his coffee cup was full of dirt.

He was shaking some soil off his feathers when he heard footsteps behind him.

Skipper turned and was greeted by a penguin, a little taller than him.

"Hey."

"Hello…" the commanding officer automatically tensed. He scanned the stranger in front of him. But when no visible danger showed, he relaxed.

"You´re the new guy, aren´t you?" The penguin sat down against the tree Skipper had been resting under.

"Yes…" Skipper gave him quick smile before frowning at his cup. He rubbed his flipper against it, trying to scrape off the dirt.

"I´m Christian and welcome to Bronx."

Skipper shook his flipper then sat down next to him.

"I´m really liking it here in Bronx." He said.

"Yeah, the people are awesome here and it´s a beautiful place." The younger bird stood up.

"You know, we´re pretty big on hospitality here." Christian took the cup out of Skipper´s flippers. "Here, let me clean this for you."

"Thank you very much-holy fish!" He jumped back as Christian spat into his cup.

"WHAT are you doing?!" Skipper said, his stomach flipping at the sight.

"I´m cleaning your cup for you." Christian said happily and started wiping the sludge away.

Meanwhile, Skipper slapped himself. "Don´t freak out, don´t freak out, don´t freak out…"

"Here." Christian handed Skipper´s mug back to him. "All clean. If you need anything else, my home is just two habitats away."

The leader held the cup far away from him. "Sure...maybe I´ll stop by."

"Okay, see you!"

"Probably not…"

A\N: Finally done with this chapter. I´ve been forcing myself to right even though I was like, "No, I want to watch videos!" XDD

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