"But Skipper!" Kowalski said. "The truck will be gone before we get to it!"
"So we don't have much time." Skipper said. "At 3! 1 ... 2 ... 3!" The truck began to Переместить рыба just as they reached it. I mean ... just Skipper.
"Skipper, jump!" Private cried, seeing Skipper holding in the bumper of a moving truck. "Quick!"
Skipper insisted, and still trying to open the truck door, he fell right in the hot asphalt of New York, wounded.
"Wow, where is that пингвин was burning like this?" Alice said. "Never mind, it's not my problem. Skipper was being carried by Alice, fainted. He was found in their habitat, after the others had taken him there.
"It seems our little пингвин suffered third degree burns, as if it had been dragged on the asphalt." The doctor said. "I don't know how he survived. For now, we just spend a cream and let him rest. Don't take him out in any way."
Skipper was lying on a special bed, with bandages and plaster on your body. He was still pale. Once the doctor came out and Alice, Skipper woke up. Suddenly, Private, Kowalski, Rico and Marlene went.
"W-who's there?" Skipper сказал(-а) weakly.
"Calm down, Skipper. Just us." Private сказал(-а) softly.
"Hmm, Skipper...sorry, but we brought a person who also cares about you." Kowalski said. "Your best 'lady friend'."
"M-Marlene?" Skipper asked.
"Yeah." Kowalski responded. "But...how Ты knew?"
Skipper blushed.
"Well...forget.", he quickly said. "As Ты see, I'm unable to train you. And I want--"
"Let me be in charge while you're there, right?" Kowalski added, proudly.
"No. I think 4 is better than one. But, as you, Rico and Private are only three, have someone else be in charge."
"You aren't saying that ..." Kowalski was scared.
"Yes", Skipper added. "I want Marlene in charge."
