With random and magical smoke billowing behind them, Skipper, his men and Julien came to a small table and settled down. It was time for...dramatic pause...bowling, the most amazing sport ever! Maybe not but it was one where you can eat while you play. You can't do that playing football!

Julien hopped onto the table, clearly acting immature for his age. "I own this game! No one can be beating me!"

"That's what you think, Ringtail," Skipper said confidently, using that old nickname on the Madagascar man. "Alright boys, let a pro show you how it's done." Skipper smirked as he picked up a blue bowling ball, inserting his fingers in the three holes.

Private watched with anticipation. "You can do it Skippah!"

"Private, I know how to bowl," Skipper said with crude humor, annoyed.

The young cadet mumbled an apology and fell silent.

The commanding officer then rolled the bowling ball expertly across the floor and got a strike dead on. He smirked and looked back at his men, who clapped at the strike while Julien scoffed and turned his nose away. Once the pins had been reset, Skipper rolled the blue bowling ball down the lane once more. Again, he got a perfect strike. "And that's how you bowl like a pro!" Skipper fist pumped as he turned back to his men.

"He got two strikes in a row! How does he do such magic!" Julien cried out, earning looks from nearby people. Then he slumped with his arms dangling. "Ooh, he's good. He is going down by me awesomeness!"

"Well done!" Private clapped while Rico gave an approving thumbs up.

Kowalski stood up and smiled at his leader as he passed. The nerdlet was prepared with his own bowling ball that, strangely, was clear but had a skull inside it. He was about to roll it but then paused and lightly put it back. He whipped out his clipboard and pencil and began to make calculations. "Calculate surface...weight of bowling ball...and number of pins," he mumbled under his breath.

Skipper groaned and fell back into his chair. "Kowalski, just hit the stinkin' pins already!"

"But Skipper, I need to calculate the physics in this! It's impor-"

"-Did I calculate anything?"

"...no."

"Then you shouldn't either, so just bowl!"

"Aye, aye Skipper," Kowalski sighed and set his clipboard down. He picked up his bowling ball and then promptly sent it spinning towards the pins. Unfortunately, it didn't hit any. Kowalski always hated this part. He slowly turned back to his team and saw Skipper and Rico trying to hide their smirks while Private offered an encouraging smile. "It's broken!" Kowalski protested weakly but only resulted in making his companions laugh.

Julien was laughing hysterically. "It's funny because he's so bad!" He fell onto the floor, clutching his stomach as he laughed.

"Don't start sweating there Kowalski," Skipper chuckled. "You're putting out a lot of effort there."

Kowalski huffed, "If this turns out like Jim's predicted bowling game then I'm out." Skipper shrugged with indifference and gestured for him to get on with it. The tall man scowled with his lips in a firm line as he waited for the bowling ball to come back. When it did, he tried again but got another gutter ball. Was he really that bad? The strategist grumbled profusely about 'not being able to do his calculations' as Private passed him for his turn.

The young boy picked up a yellow bowling ball and was about to roll it down the lane but paused. Private looked back at Skipper and asked, "Can I have the bumpers up sir?"

The commanding officer groaned and slapped his hand against his face. "Private, can't you do it without any?"

"Not really..."

Skipper made a gesture to Kowalski to bring up the bumpers. Once it was done, the young private rolled the ball down the alley. He got a little over half of the pins knocked down and grinned.

"Yay!" he cheered as he clapped.

Kowalski crossed his arms and grumbled profusely. Obviously aggravated that Private had gotten more then he had.

Rico smirked at him, laughed and pointed, making Kowalski slap his hand away. This only made him laugh harder.

By this time, Private had gotten a spare and was cheering, even though it wasn't much of a big deal. Well, you can't kill a kid for getting overly excited for bowling, can you?

"That's nothing!" Julien stood up in his seat, dramatically waving out his arm. "I can be doing that with my eyeballs closed!"

Kowalski looked to Rico and mumbled, "Why did we even bring him?"

"Rico, you're up," Skipper announced as Private sat back down.

The psychopath grinned with excitement and rummaged through a bowling ball bag. They watched as Rico got out a black bowling ball with no finger holes in it and run over to the start of the lane. When Rico pulled his arm back to release the ball, his teammates realized too late that it wasn't a bowling ball at all. There was a lit fuse. It was a bomb.

Julien was all for it. "Yes! Do it you crazy beast!"

"Rico, no!" Skipper hollered but the psychopath had already sent it towards the pins.

Kowalski face palmed. "Oh great! This is the talent show all over again."

The maniac was watching with burning anticipation, his eye twitching in excitement. "C'mon...kaboom," he wheezed. A sound came from the back of his throat as the ball came closer to the pins till it finally hit. The entire row exploded, resulting in a panic attack from everyone in that place. They evacuated, fearing another explosion, but the four soldiers, and Julien, stayed.

"Oh yeah! STRIKE!" Rico hollered and did a little dance. "TAKE THAT CHUMPS!" he wheezed but stopped in his dance when hearing a comment from the young private.

"A rather...smashing strike," Private joked. He waited for the laughter that never came and sighed. "I'll just sit in the corner now..." He went away with a coloring book and crayons and sat at a nearby table, coloring a picture of a penguin.

Julien slumped dramatically over his chair. "Aw man! I didn't even get a chance to show off my sick bowling skills!"

"Can't show what you never had," Kowalski attempted to joke with a small snort of laughter. Skipper game him a look that made him quiet down. "Right um...Rico, you can't just blow up the whole lane," Kowalski scolded half-heartedly with Skipper glaring at his psychopathic soldier.

Rico shrugged, smirking, and grunted, "Gotta knock 'em down, right?"