This chapter is about Skipper's thoughts from the Penguins' last visit to the end of the last chapter. His thoughts will be in italics. I do own the twelve random animals that show up later.

Chapter 3

Sunday

Dizzy, shadows and voices, ugh, what's going on? Skipper thought. He knew his whole body hurt, he just didn't know why. Who am I? Where am I?

The first thing he felt was his body shaking; something wet on his tongue made him shake, unable to breathe, yet when he swallowed it, he felt good. Swallowed, was I coughing? Why? Who am I? Somebody help me.

He saw these big, dark, shadowy figures, he didn't know what they were and it scared him. They spoke to him, but they didn't hear him groan. He was confused, then he remembered a word for them, these were humans. He heard a human say 'penguin', maybe he was a penguin. That still didn't answer all his questions. He knew what he was, but he didn't know who he was or why he was there. Where am I?

Thursday

He woke up because of the pain; he felt several fractured flipper bones and a few broken ribs. He felt someone pick him up. Ouch! Where are they taking me? Someone put him in a cage. Am I in trouble? What did I do? I need answers! His mind was full of questions and thoughts. He heard a voice singing from far away, it was coming closer; and then it shouted something about feet. Skipper thought that was funny, he wanted to hear more but the doctor spoke again and Julien's voice was quiet.

No, come back voice. What's going on? Skipper thought, He was put into a truck. Dizzy again, it's dark, but the sun's ou-Argh! The pain made him blackout again.

When Skipper came around again, he discovered that he was lying down on a bed; he felt less dizzy and could see clearly. He was surrounded by medical machines; this was definitely not the first place he woke up in. He noted his heavily bandaged flipper and head; he then discovered that he had scars on his feathery stomach.

I don't know where or who I am. Skipper thought, I know I'm not a baby. He paused for a minute. I know! I have amnesia, I mean, I know nothing about myself. Yup, that would explain it…I hope someone is looking for me. He sighed and winced at the pain, which was decreasing faster than it should be under normal circumstances.

His hopes were answered. Miles across NYC, three penguins were about to make their way to him in thirty-six hours. It was eight o'clock Thursday night; Kowalski planned to leave at eight o'clock Saturday morning. But Skipper didn't know this; he didn't even know he was Skipper.

The next day around four o'clock in the afternoon, Skipper was put outside with the other animals. He slowly started walking, the pain shooting through his half mended feet. He was quite pleased with himself, until he lost his balance and fell into a small pond.

"Ah! He-help! I can't swim!" He spluttered, splashing his flippers wildly.

To his horror, he began to sink; and when he thought for sure he would be a goner, a furry paw shot out and pulled him out of the water.

He landed, soaked and panting on the grassy bank; then a voice spoke from above.

A small black and white bear was laughing, "Dude, epic fail." He said.

"Thank…you…" He gasped, clutching his feathery stomach in pain.

The panda gaped at him, "Whoa, you were serious about not being able to swim?" he said in a concerned tone.

Skipper nodded, "Really, uhh… who are you?"

"My name is Oreo, I'm a panda." He said proudly, "You, my friend, are a penguin. Did you know they're aquatic avian?"

"English, please." Skipper said with a strange feeling that he'd said that before to someone.

"Sorry, you're a bird that can swim instead of fly. So, what's your name?" Oreo asked, flashing a friendly smile at the penguin.

"I don't know. I woke up yesterday knowing nothing; I think I have amnesia." Skipper told him.

Oreo thought deeply, and then he smiled again, "Let's ask Joe, he's a wise turtle," the panda said, dragging Skipper with him, "he might know your past."

The penguin and the panda slowly made their way to the turtle on the other side of the pond; along the way, Oreo showed Skipper the other animals around the large enclosure.

Miles the peacock smiled as his best friend walked by. Oscar, a paranoid baby deer, peeked at them from behind a tree. Speedy the sloth waved lazily from the tree branch. Arthur, a father duck was cleaning his young son, Peter. Sharky the brown bear and Tyler the black bear seemed to be the most avoided. The bears stared at the newcomer, evil grins formed on their faces. Steve the beaver and his older brother, Mac, were okay if you didn't bother them. The number one rule, Oreo mentioned, was that you never call the younger one Stevie or he bites ("No one really knows why." Oreo whispered).

Oreo finished just as they reached Joe and his sleeping granddaughter, Lucy.

Skipper was amazed, "Wow, I've learned so much." His deep voice woke Lucy; she crawled closer to the pond and resumed her nap.

Oreo was practically jumping with excitement, "Hey, Lucy! Hi, Joe!"

The turtle turned his wrinkled, worn face to Skipper, "Why, hello there! Who might you be?"

Skipper blushed; he was too shy to say that he had amnesia so he stayed silent. Once Oreo understood the problem, he told Joe, "And we were hoping you could tell us about him."

He let out a deep chuckle, "Oreo," He said, "I'm wise, not psychic."

Oreo was disappointed; then Skipper finally told the old turtle everything he remembered from coughing on and swallowing an odd liquid to meeting Oreo on the other side of the pond. Joe listened to the story and suggested that Skipper should rest before figuring out who he was.

Oreo showed Skipper an old shed, hidden behind the trees, which he and his friends played in. He brought Miles and Oscar over to chat and play games until bedtime. Skipper learned that Oreo and Miles were bought as circus animals and abandoned in a junkyard when they were newborns; Oscar seemed reluctant, but he said that he and his mother were attacked by vicious bears when he was a year old and that was why he didn't trust the panda at first.

The four of them became tired and drifted off to sleep. Skipper rested calmly, unlike another, shorter penguin miles across town who was suffering from a terrible nightmare.

Gasp! What kind of nightmare is it? Who's having it? Will Skipper ever be okay? Why am I asking YOU all these questions?

Sorry about the suspense and shortness of the chapter, I-

Julien: Hey, check out my cool kingliness yo!

T.K: Wha-? Why are you here? You're not even in this chapter or the next!

Julien: but I am menti-mmph!

T.K: SHH!

Julien: bleh! Your hand does NOT taste royal.

T.K:…O.o…no comment.

I won't be able to update until after the Thanksgiving holiday, see you later! -T.K (who loves King Julien!) Julien! OFF MY KEYBOARD!

The characters I threw in here will not be related to my eventual other stories.

Unless she's being one of those one hitting wonderers.

First off, it's one hit wonder, and second…

*Rico hacks up a crowbar; Julien runs, screaming.