Skipper's turn to tell about his childhood. "Well, I was born somewhere, out the zoo, life wasn't easy. My family lived on a stormy cliff. One day, I fell into the water. A мех печать went after me, I escaped by boarding a Navy ship. The humans on the ship used me as a spy, to spy against enemies. But a zoo took me away and, here I am,"

Pluma squinted at Skipper. "That can't be your whole story!" Skipper looked uncomfortable. "It's......... classified," He murmured. Pluma understood. "Okay, I'm fine with that, just as long I'm with you...it's okay," She reassured him, seeing his guilty face. Skipper looked up. "Okay, let's let the boys back in," He stood up and opened the hatch. "K', men," Private, Rico, and Kowalski hopped back in.



Meanwhile, Margaret was cleaning her knifes and getting her darts ready. Only a пингвин could kill a penguin. She slipped her weapons into her see-through пальто and waddled out of her little HQ, which was an abandoned, розовый RV. Margaret waited by the road, waiting. Finally, a truck rolled past. Margaret crouched down and launched herself at the tuck. The trucker turned his head in surprise and saw a пингвин standing on the сиденье, место, сиденья Далее to him. "Wha-" The man's sentence was cut short by Margaret's quick blades.

Margaret grunted as she shoved the dead truck driver off the seat. She took control of the truck. A few секунды later she pulled up to Central Park Zoo. She bounced out, leaving the door open, allowing ANYONE to see the dead cut up body inside. "Who's gonna guess it was a little penguin?" Margaret chuckled to herself. Now to find Skipper.

Margaret found the Penguin's habitat and knock on the hatch. "Hello? Anyone home?" She used her best helpless voice possible. Private opened the hatch. "Wow," He breathed. "Your not, um, seeing anyone?" He asked. Margaret smiled sweetly. "No, dear, the ones I dated are dead," She answered truthfully, because she had killed them. "Oh, sorry to hear that," Private sniffed sadly.

"PRIVATE! Who's at our door, already!?" Skipper demanded. Private looked nervously up at Margaret and back down at Skipper. "No one, Skippa, just a REALLY pretty penguin," He called back. Margaret smiled to herself. "I suppose SKIPPER is the leader?" She asked causally. Private looked up at her earnestly. "Oh, YES,"
"May I meet your wonderful leader?I am new here," Margaret lied.

Skipper was already up at the hatch at the words "wonderful leader". "Whoa," Skipper jumped up to her level, although she was still taller. "So, what brings Ты to the Zoo?" "I was moved here,"Margaret lied again. "At first, I VERY resistant to it, but now, seeing you, the most handsomest one in the world, makes me want to stay,"

Skipper was charmed, but not in love-yet. Margaret hid her annoyance. They ALWAYS fell for her eventually. "What is your name?" Skipper asked politely. "Margaret," Margaret replied. "What's yours?"

Suddenly, Rico burst out of nowhere. He regurgitated a chainsaw as he landed in front of Margaret was VERY surprised and leaped back. She almost grabbed one of her daggers, but thought better of it, so she pretended to be terrified. "I'll save you!" Kowalski yelled and became to raced toward Rico. He tripped and fell.

Skipper shook his head. "Rico! Put that away! Kowalski! Quit fooling around! Private! Go back into the HQ!" He ordered. Rico reluctantly swallowed the chainsaw and Kowalski was on his feet again. Skipper turned to Margaret. "So, where were we?" "What's your name, handsome one?" Margaret smirked to herself. "Name's Skipper," Skipper told her. "Skipper....what a nice name," Margaret сказал(-а) silkily. A dreamy look got in Skipper's eyes. Margaret cheered inside. She had won him over. Only a пингвин can kill a penguin. Time for phase two: Kill him.