September 11th 2015
Central Park Zoo, New York
7:00 A.M. Eastern Standard Time
(Skipper's POV)
"Kowalski give me status of the hostile," I shouted into my heldheld radio. "Um…the hostile is approaching your position Skipper," was Kowalski's reply, "10 meters…8 meters…6 meters…5 meters…3 meters…it's right on top of you!" "I can't see the hostile," I said, "Kowalski maybe you need your eyes checked!" "My radar system is the most advanced in the entire world," Kowalski exclaimed, "and the hostile…" Kowalski was cut off and I got an earful of static. "Kowalski! Do you copy, over!" I said. I got another earful of static, "Kowalski! Do you read me, over!" I demanded. "I need your affirmative soldier, Over!" More static filled the air much to my dismay, "Kowalski! Do you copy! Repeat do you copy, Over!" I yelled into my radio.
Frustrated I tossed my heldheld radio to the side, "Okay hostile were are you!" I said. "right behind you foolish pen-gu-win!" No that can't be…he's dead. "Blowhole!?" I said. I turned around to find blowhole sitting there with a smug little grin. "What's the matter Skipper it's looks like you seen a ghost," he mocked. "You're suppose to be dead," I spat. "Did you really think you get rid of me that easily?" Blowhole asked. "How many times do I have to foil your plans," I ranted. "Today is the day Skipper," Blowhole replied, "The Day I…Dr. Francis Blowhole will finally have my revenge…" " Not on my watch," I said. "The Third DreamWorks War was only the beginning…today is the ending." "My team and I will…" Blowhole's insult came fast and without mercy, "What…sit around for five hours and drown us in your arrogance?" The Insult took me completely by surprise, "What's the matter Skipper don't have a comeback for that?" Blowhole teased.
I turned to leave and return to HQ but found my path blocked by Lobsters and Hornets. "We will sting your face!" the Hornets warned. "MINDBASHER!" "mindbasher?" I said. "It knocks you out for thirty-eight hours…Perfect for sending you to the place of your worst nightmare…" "Hoboken…" "Exactly foolish Pen-gu-win…Now stand still while I power this up." I picked up my recorder, "Skipper's Log," I dictated, "0:700 hours, Dr. Blowhole is alive and well and just as evil. I have just been captured by Dr. Blowhole and his thugs. Men if you have found this recording then I am already on route to the fifth portal to the underworld…The Hoboken Zoo. I just want you guys to know This is not the last you will be hearing from me I assure you! I will return but until then…Kowalski keep inventing things even if they go horribly wrong, Rico keep blowing stuff up, and Private make sure you stay the most important and meanful member of this team."
I ended the record and rised my flippers to indicate that I had surrendered. "Surrender not accepted," Blowhole replied. "I kind of figured that," I replied. "MINDBASHER! POWERED UP!" "farewell Pen-gu-win!" Blowhole teased, "Your teammates are next on the list!" I looked up and saw a box with a big metal fist on top of the control panel of his scooter(it's really a segway but I really don't care). The last thing I saw before Blowhole's latest diabolical invention knocked me out was the look of victory in Blowhole's eyes. Then as I blacked out I heard his maddening evil laugh.
(End of Chapter One)
