A\N: Hey everyone! X) Sorry for the delay, but I had some problems and this chapter was hard to write then. That´s why it´s not as long as I planned it to be.

Guest Stars:

Christian (Christ´s Disciple)

Dr. Daninesix (DarkAngel96)

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69) Walk up to him looking down sadly at a piece of paper you're holding in your hand. Look up at him, wave the piece of paper in his face and say in a sad voice: "I knew it… I didn't want to believe it, but all this time I knew…"

He'll probably believe you've read some weird gossip about him and probably deny – stare at him oddly and say: "It's true! This piece of paper isn't recyclable!"

"Skipper!" Said penguin straightened up and dropped the hand pliers he was working with. Some weeds kept getting into Liola´s garden and they´ve become too strong to be pulled out by flipper. Maxwell walked up to him.

"Liola wanted to talk you."

"Huh, what about?"

"I think it´s better she told you herself." He gave the penguin an encouraging half smile and walked away.

Skipper slowly walked up to the small hut, pondering over what could´ve happened. Did something happen back home? Maybe Dr. Blowhole attacked the zoo while he was gone! How could he have been so stupid? Of course his foes would take his leaving to their advantage.

Skipper hurried inside, sliding on his belly to get in faster.

Liola was sitting at the dinner table, staring sadly down on piece of paper.

"Liola! What happened?"

The penguin leader was next to her in a flash, panic now evident, especially when he saw that lone tear roll down the flamingo's white cheek.

"Oh Skipper," She sighed. "I got this piece of paper in our mailbox today…and well…I didn´t want to believe it at first, but there´s now trying to deny it now…" Liola buried her face into the hard wood of the table, leaving Skipper to stare at the letter folded neatly in front of her.

A horrible suspicion crept into the penguin´s mind. What if…no, it couldn´t be.

That was too long ago, he couldn´t have actually sent those letters like he´d threatened he would…

-Flashback-

Skipper jumped up and kicked Hans in the chest, causing the puffin to stumble and fall back onto the moist, hard floor of the tunnel.

He unhooked the fish sword from his belt and laid the tip on his arch foe´s chest. "You´ve lost big time! You´re going to prison, you filthy scumbag!"

Hans´ shocked expression slowly melted into a pure evil one. "Ahaha, Skipper…you poor naïve rookie…" the Dane laughed. "Did you really think that I wouldn´t have thought this through? You see, this sandwich scandal was only the beginning. My real plan actually more devious than you could imagine!"

Skipper´s triumphant look wavered and lowered his weapon. He knit his eyebrows together. "What do you mean?"

Hans laughed again as he stood up. "You think I actually like sandwiches? No! I hate them! I hate them like I hate your guts!"

Skipper´s flipper shot to his side. He glared at the puffin, his fish no longer directed at his foe. "What do you have against sandwiches? They are the best snacks made by humans next to anchovy pizza and burgers!"

Hans rolled his eyes. "You and your anchovies! The world of pizza is bigger than those pathetic anchovy pizzas you penguins eat! Anyway, after you almost killed me last week by the docks, I snuck into the main nest of your army´s team. There, I found a computer and started typing a little ´gossip´ about you. It´s not much, just a journal intro about how a certain Skipper Alfred Fishbones planned to poison thousands of animals and humans with the foul sandwiches!

Skipper stepped back, fear and shock clearly written over his face. "Th-they´ll never believe you!"

"Not at first maybe, but when they trace it back to your computer, they will! So, Skipper my friend, you´re going down! Moments ago you were laughing, now it´s me! The one who laughs last, laughs the loudest! HAHA!

-End of Flashback-

"NO! IT´S NOT TRUE!" Skipper ripped the paper out of Liola´s hands and began shredding them to pieces. "Not true! It´s all a lie! He betrayed me! It was him!"

With raised eyebrows, Liola sat there and watched him tear up the zoo´s doctor´s pay check.

Skipper threw the pieces down on the floor, then joined them there moments later, his flippers covering his face. "It wasn´t me…I swear…it was all a lie…"

"Skipper, dear." The flamingo knelt down next to her friend.

"Huh?" He looked up with red, puffy eyes. "What?"

"I have no idea what you´re crying about, but I´m almost certain we´re not crying for the same reasons. You see, this zoo´s trash cans only accept recyclable papers…and this letter from my grandmother wasn´t recyclable."

"…"

70) Call him a chicken:

And

71) Leave disgusting and rotten things near him. Insist it´s the "Aromatherapy"

What´s the worst thing that could happen to you while you´re on vacation? You get sick. You´re relaxing in the garden or in the pool and suddenly feel a flu crawling up and tapping your shoulder. Then you spent the rest of the holiday in bed, eating chicken soup and taking pills.

It was just a little headache and some vomiting, but Liola insisted Skipper should stay in bed for a few days. Being a penguin of action, he wasn´t too excited about sitting around and doing nothing but drinking herbal tea, but what can he do?

When his virus got worse, Maxwell got sent to get a (animal, not human) doctor. He came back a few minutes later with a penguin nurse.

"I got a doctor, Liola, just like you asked!" Maxwell called.

"Great!" The albino led the nurse into the penguin´s room.

"For the last time! I´m fine, I don´t need medical help!" Skipper protested as Liola eased him into his bed.

"Don´t worry, sir, this is a quick and painless procedure." Dr. Daninesix said, unzipping her big, black bag.

10-…-01

When they were gone, Liola turned to Maxwell.

"Who the heck was that? I´ve never seen her around the zoo!"

"I don´t know. She said she studied medics so I asked her if she could fix up my friend Skipper. That´s it."

Liola leaned in. "What if she´s a serial killer, looking for new victims to cut up?" She whispered.

Maxwell stared at the door for a couple of seconds then shrugged. "Then it was nice knowing him."

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"My name is Dr Daninesix. What´s the problem?" The girl started to rummage through her knapsack.

"Uhm…nothing much, I just had headaches and been vomiting a lot…are you going to use…needles?" Skipper asked fearfully.

Dr Daninesix gave him a look from behind her huge bag. "What do I look like, a monster?"

She didn´t give him time to answer. She just pulled out a large plastic bag filled with stuff that looked like a bloody dog´s corpse someone left in the dryer and opened it up.

Immediately, a nauseas wave of smell filled the room.

Skipper gagged and covered his nostrils. "What is that?!"

"My special treatment for sick chickens," the doctor said. "I call it the "´Aromatherapy´."

"That´s disgusting!" Skipper complained, then realized what she said. "Chickens?"

The girl ignored him and started looking through a medical book.

"Let´s see…keep waterers and feeders full."

The doctor pressed a bag of sunflower seeds and a Coca Cola drink into Skipper´s flippers and scribbled something into the book.

"Check…make sure the water is clean…" After opening the coke bottle and pouring two tablespoons of chlorine into it, the girl checked off that part too.

"Make sure they all look active, healthy and bright." Dr Daninesix walked around Skipper, before grabbing a sledgehammer from her bag. "Let´s check the reflexes first!"

Skipper jumped down from his bed. "NO!"

"Active, check. Healthy…" The penguin put her book down and studied Skipper´s face. He looked tired, despite his paranoid glare. His feathers were ruffled and light shivers shook his body. She nodded approvingly.

"…Check! One more! Does he look bright? Nope, but we can change that!" The doctor said happily and went back to her bag of doom once.

By now Skipper was terrified about what she was going to pull out next.

"There," Dr. Daninesix walked over and put a graduation cap on his head and gave him a scroll. "Now you look much brighter than before."

Skipper jumped up and stuffed everything back into the bag. "Out!" He said, shoving the bag into her hands.

"Get out, I don´t need a psychopath doctor trying to help me. Out of my room!"

"FINE!" Dr Daninesix marched past him, her anger evident in her face. "Fine! Go ahead and die like the poultry next door did! I don´t care! And if you come back to me, begging for another chance, I´ll say, ´NO!´" She slammed the door shut.

Skipper grabbed a couple of aspirins from a cupboard in the kitchen and went to bed, his flu worse than before.

72) Buy him a "I heart Denmark" shirt

And

73) Call him a flathead

And

74) Throw water balloons at Skipper that are filled with paint:

All good things must come to an end and unfortunately, vacations too. Skipper had really enjoyed himself at Bronx, but wanted to go back to his home. He missed his team, Marlene and yes, he even missed that crazy son of a dolphin, Julian. (Plus he still strongly suspected that his bottle nosed arch enemy has them all as hostages.

There had been a big goodbye party from all the zoo animals that knew him, but at the day he left, only Liola, Maxwell and Christian guided him to the gates for the final goodbye.

They all stood in front of the gates, the zoo closed due to a holiday.

"Well, everything´s ready." Skipper broke the uncomfortable silence. "Thanks for letting me stay at your house, Maxwell."

"Hey, no problem, man. Come back any time you like." Maxwell saluted him, but Skipper still shook his paw.

"Goodbye, Skipper and hopefully things will get better back home. I know you have a lot of stress with missions and everything." Liola said.

"Yeah…it´s not really that what gives me stress…" Skipper´s head began to fill itself with seconds thoughts about leaving when he remembered all those supposedly funny pranks back home.

"Anyway, come back anytime you like. And bring that team of yours for a visit."

"Sure…" Skipper loaded his back onto his shoulder and turned to the last member of the group.

Christian stepped forward and gave him a hug. "We should´ve really spent more time together. Maybe I´ll write you a postcard or visit you sometime."

"Sure, Christian," Skipper replied. "That would be great."

"Oh, and I bought you a little gift! Here, so you´ll remember me by it!" Christian gave him a folded shirt. When the leader unfolded it, he was greeted by a Danish flag´s design and the words in big black letters: "I heart Denmark" with a red heart to decorate it.

Skipper lowered it and stared at Christian for a couple of seconds before asking, "Where did you get this shirt?!"

"I bought it when I worked in with the Danish police a couple of years ago."

Skipper´s deep blue eyes widened and panic gripped his chest like an iron hand. Then he forced himself to relax and put on a smile. "Thanks, Christian…I love your gift."

"I thought so!" The penguin beamed.

"Well, I have to get going. Thanks guys for everything!"

Skipper hugged and shook hands with his friends for the last time, then he started walking. About a car length´s away, he heard Maxwell yell, "Hey flathead!"

The officer turned around, ready to yell back at the weasel for calling him a flathead (one of his most hated nicknames), when a rainbow exploded in his face and he got knocked backward by the force of it. Moments later, he heard Maxwell gasping for breath as he rolled around on the ground, laughing.

Liola laughed a bit too, but then went to scolding her boyfriend.

"I´ll get you for that later!" Skipper shouted at the still cackling mammal, before continuing on with his journey with a stinging face and a big smile.

A\N: Thanks for waiting, reading and reviewing! Bye!

Ps, if anyone didn´t get the thing with Hans and the sandwiches, it´s in "Skipper makes Perfect", the episode.