"Skipper. Skipper. Wake up. Wake up." Julien was standing beside me, annoyingly trying to wake me up.

"Cut it out, ringtail." I reached my flipper out and slapped towards the sound. Private yelped in pain. Whoops. It was then I opened my eyes to see everyone crowding me.

"Ooo-kay then. What happened?" I didn't know what was happening. And that was one fact I didn't like. Private started explaining.

"Well, Kowalski's invention exploded..."

"As usual."

"HEY. I'm just here, you know."

"LET ME FINISH! Then, we all must've been knocked out, and we woke up here. And no one can identify where "here" is." I nodded, sitting up slowly. I looked around myself. No one was around, with the exception of us. We were on the sidewalk, a short way down an alleyway.

"Well, one thing's certain, this ain't New York." And then they came.

By they, you would think I meant Hans, Blowhole and Savio, all at the same time. No, in hindsight, this was far worse.

A small group of girls came past the alleyway, and one happened to look in.

"Hey ... is that ... Skipper?"

"And Kowalski?"

"Rico?"

"PRIVATE!?"

"OMIGOSH IT'S THE PENGUINS!"

Within seconds, they had run up to us, screaming and squealing like the little mammals they were. They got to Private first.

"Ahh, Skippah, K'walski, somebody, HELP ME!"

"NOOOO! Not sweet, innocent little Private. I'M COMING FOR YOU!" I led the boys in, charging.

"IT'S SKIPPER!" One of the girls caught me in my charge. She picked me up.

"SKIPPER!" I think that was Marlene.

"Oh goodness, it's really Skipper. It's truly Skipper. I'm actually holding Skipper." I started slapping her in the face. "I'm actually getting slapped in the face by Skipper. THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIIIIFFFFE!" Behind me, Ringtail commented.

"Well she's weird." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, look who's talking. JUST HELP ME OUT OF THIS! RICO, KOWALSKI! Please men." Two of the other girls perked up when I said that.

"Actually, no, I change my orders. Run. Run for your life. Save yourself while you can. That's an order. If I don't get out of this alive, Kowalski's in charge. Private, get away, if you can. Can't ... breathe." I watched as they took Marlene and the lemurs, then rounded a corner. Beside me, Private struggled to get free. He fell to the ground.

"Oh, I've lost Private."

"Let's take Skipper home then."

"Put a pretty pink bow in his hair."

"NOOOO!" The tortures they were planning for me were far worse than anything I've suffered at Blowhole's hands.

"Run, young Private." He shook his head.

"I can't leave you. I'm following." I teared up a little, but I do hope Private didn't see that.

"Well, watch if you must. But promise you'll find the others." He raised his flipper in an adorable little salute.

"Aye aye, Skipper."