I bet Kowalski would find this chapter very interesting . . .
Skipper growled in frustration, this was absolutely ridiculous. He had spent the last three months, which marked him as a year and a two months old, trying to track down Deadshot who'd done something in Denmark before heading to Italy where Skipper stopped him from killing some cats, but then failed at stopping him from killing a circus tiger, then the lemur had headed to America, Skipper's home country. After that, Skipper had lost the lemur's trail, which he was now trying to pick up again. Currently he had snuck into a train that was heading for some animal park in New York, at least he thought it was in New York, any way the place was called Coney Island. That was where Deadshot's latest victim had lived, and where Skipper was going to try and pick up the killer's trail.
"That's a king of hearts" Skipper had learned how to play several card games in Italy when he had spent the weekend at a hotel that Deadshot's targets had been staying at, he had even come up with a pretend identity as Black Jack. Suddenly the train stopped and Skipper looked up.
"We're here" Skipper muttered, he opened the train car and looked out; people had gathered at the head of the train, they were taking out crates of fish.
"Mm, fish" Skipper sighed dreamily, fish was the best thing ever. He shook his head quickly snapping him out of his day dream,
"Time to get to work" he hopped out of the train and slipped unnoticed into the water park filled with aquatic animals, such as dolphins, other penguins and other animals. Human footsteps and voice were coming closer, Skipper looked around for a hiding spot; he soon found one, a nearby stadium like area with a pool in the middle.
"Perfect" he whispered and belly slid down to the pool and ducked underneath one of the benches hiding himself completely.
"I'll wait till this place closes, then I'll get to work" Skipper yawned, curling up under the bench, within minutes he was fast asleep.
"Hi" Skipper woke with a start when something wet poked him,
"Ow!" he'd hit his head on the bench.
"Oh sorry didn't mean to startle you pen-goo-wen" a male cheerful voice said. Skipper scooted out from under the bench and rubbed his head.
"It's penguin, not pen-goo-wen" he said crankily.
"Sorry, it's how I learned to say it" the young dolphin shrugged, he was swimming beside the edge of the pool watching Skipper, and presumable around the same age.
"It's fine" Skipper shrugged and stifled a gasp.
"Y-your eye" he stammered. The young dolphin glanced down sighing.
"It was burned in an accident with the ring of fire" he explained. The dolphin's left eye was badly scarred.
"I-I'm sorry, it was rude of me" Skipper apologized.
"No, it's fine, happens all the time" the dolphin replied.
''What's the ring of fire?" Skipper asked.
"It's a hoop that's on fire, I have to jump through it because of the stupid humans for their stupid shows" the dolphin muttered darkly.
"Why would they want you to do that?" Skipper had never heard of this before.
"For entertainment I suppose" the dolphin said, "I wish that they would at least give me something to cover my eye so that it doesn't look so well, stupid"
"What's your name Blowhole" by now Skipper called civilians by nick names for their species; it no longer bothered him by the fact that he rarely used animals' real names.
"Flippy, and yours"
"Skipper, wait here Flippy, I might have a solution to your little scar problem" Skipper headed back up the stairs and towards a gift-shop. He came back with plenty of paper clips, two double A batters, the small ones and a few other electronics that he had found in the gift-shop, helping civilians had become somewhat regular for Skipper, and he enjoyed it, so why not help the dolphin while he was here.
"What are you doing?" Flippy asked when Skipper started to build something out of the supplies.
"Using that stupid and boring but useful thing called science" Skipper replied, Slade had taught him and Hans how to build things and hack computers, it had been Skipper's least favorite lesson, there had been no action just mental thinking and brain power. Not that Skipper had a problem with using brain power to come up with a plan, he just didn't see the importance of creating things that would most likely blow up, at least he knew this little invention wouldn't, mainly because Slade had had him build it during that week that he had taught them science-y things.
"Wow, how'd you do that?" Flippy stared in wonder at the thing Skipper held in his flippers. It was like an eye-patch except instead of string it was paper clips, and the patch was the two batters taped together. Flippy let Skipper put it on him.
"Any pain or problems with it?" Skipper asked. He hated using science to solve problems, but the happiness in the dolphin's eye made up for it.
"No, thanks Skipper" he purred, the dolphin looked down at his reflection,
"Looks a little weird, but it looks a whole lot cooler than just a burned eye" Flippy smiled.
"Anyway, I'm looking for a seal named Tera, know where she is?"
"Yeah, two habitats down from mine" Flippy tilted his head in the direction of Tera's habitat.
"Ok thanks Blowhole, I mean Flippy" Skipper corrected himself, he liked the dolphin and he didn't Flippy to think he was making fun of him, it had only happened once but still. Skipper headed over to the seal's habitat and called down
"Tera?"
"Someone call me?" a high pitched and excited voice said, a head popped out of the water, her yellow eyes sparkling.
"Tera I presume?"
"Yep, and you are?"
"Skipper, I'm tracking a lemur named-"
"A lemur, like that one meanie lemur that killed my sister Tory, I don't like him, if you find him tell him he's a bully and that I don't like him." The seal babbled.
"Did he say anything when he left?"
"Do I look like I'm all ear?" Tera snapped, and continued to Blabber.
"She not much help?" Flippy had dragged himself out of the water and over to where Skipper was. This impressed him, the dolphin was clearly fairy strong.
"Yeah, need to find a lemur called Deadshot and she's the only possible help, so this isn't good" Skipper explained.
"Maybe I can help?" Flippy suggested.
"How?"
"This lemur's a killer right?"
"Yeah"
"And killers like big explosive toys right?"
"Uh huh"
"Well, tomorrow night is the Scientific convention, they'll have lots of things like that there I'm sure"
"Great thanks, but how'd you know about that?"
"I-I like building things, science stuff, I was hoping that I could find a way to go there, but it's hard dragging myself that far" Flippy explained.
"You know what Blowhole, you helped me so I'll help you. You're going to that convention with me, just be alert alright?" Skipper told him.
"Really! That's great! This is the best day of my life!" Flippy didn't even seem bothered by Skipper's nick name for him.
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