A/N: Hey, guys! Another chapter! Okay, so this chapter has a very small shoutout to one of my idols and favorite actresses. If you can guess who it is, I will put you in this story! :) Review if you'd like, and if you think you catch it, tell me!

It wasn't as awkward as they had expected the next day.

"Skipper?" Sandy approached him. "I'm sorry about last night."

He was taken aback. "What? Oh, uh, me too. And because I'd like a good relationship between us…a professional relationship! Maybe I could make it up to you?"

"That would be fantastic."

"It's coming together smashingly!" Private rejoiced.

"You know," Kowalski began, "if you're able to work together and be friends now, why are we still trying to set them up?"

"I personally think it's good for Sandy," Shelley replied. "I mean, we all know what happened the last time she had feelings for someone."

"No, we don't all know-"

"Well, that's a story for another day. Anyways, may I get everyone's attention?"

Sandy and Skipper turned from their conversation.

"Thank you. Kowalski and I devised our first collaborative invention. Introducing the Metal Muzzle! Kowalski?"

He took out a giant muzzle from under a cloth. "Madame Molar's best attribute is her teeth, so we've constructed a muzzle that will automatically attach to enamel. She'll be out of commission, at least from one standpoint."

"Brilliant!" Sandy grinned. "Good thing we don't have teeth!"

XX

"Hello, this is Lydia Sawyer," Sandy spoke into the phone. "One of everything delivered to the zoo, and charge it to them. We'll be at the gate to get it. Thanks!"

"I'm so excited for Chinese food!" Shelley grinned, hanging up the phone.

"Someone's got to be there and get it," Nina realized.

"How about Skipper and Sandy get it?"

"Take the extendable hand!" Kowalski supplied them with a recent invention.

"Thanks, Kowalski." Skipper took it. "Let's roll!"

It was five minutes walking before someone spoke. "So you're really bent on revenge, huh?" Skipper asked.

"Well, when you've been irreparably damaged, you get a little angry," Sandy replied. "It's hard because it's always really been my job to protect the girls. I've had Nina's back since she was hatched."

"It's the same with us and Private."

"So you understand how it's been tough."

"I guess I should stop calling you Shark Bite then."

"'Sandy' would be nice."

"So…you said you were also a doo-wop group?"

"Well, we were once the voices behind a very fake group called Chilli Vanilli. Do you sing?"

"Been there once, not going back again."

"I want to hear you sing!"

"Not even if you made me!"

He was jerked around and pinned against the wall. Sandy was looking straight into his eyes. "I'm making you." She teased. "Still no?"

He ducked under her arm, caught her, and pinned her. "Still no."

"Let's go, tough guy." She broke free, and they kept walking. "So I haven't really asked about you. Any hobbies?"

"No time. Our work is never done around here"

"Really? This is kind of, well, our first real mission."

"Well then, it's good that I'm taking you under my non-metaphorical wing."

"Hello?" Another voice rang out. "Anyone here to get this food?"

Skipper extended the hand and grabbed the food.

"I'll take a carton." Sandy offered.

There was a pause.

"…last one back has to sing!" With that, she quickly started running.

He jumped on the light post, swung around, and launched himself off, effectively landing right in front of her.

"…What was that?" Chinese food guy asked.

XX

"I'm so hungry," Shelley groaned. "I wonder what's keeping them."

"Wait, here they…are?" Nina saw the open hatch, but only a bottle fell through. "There's a message in it!"

She unscrewed it and took out the message. "'Heard you were looking for me. I'll only be here for a day longer, if you'd like to come and endanger yourselves further. Toodles, M.M.'"