They all gasped as their minds finally grasped who the creature in front of their sub was. Leroy thought his coração was going to explode as he stared into the eyes of the shark. He was finding it increasingly hard to breathe, and the interior seemed to be growing smaller por the minute. "Dexter," he breathed out.

Private shot a worried glance at the turtle. "Leroy? Are you all right?"

Despite his best efforts, memories were being pushed to the front of his mind. Unwillingly, Leroy was reliving the terror he felt when dexter had managed to kidnap him some years ago. Outside the sub, dexter laughed...

"I have not any new information. At the moment they are simply doing training. The club is doing well. I think one of the members is almost on our side," I said.
"Okay then. Good work. Keep a close eye on them. Especially that Annabella and Ivy. I don't trust any of them neither should you," Dr. Blowhole said.
"Okay, this is agent Scar, signing out."
I shut down my Spycon and headed to my elevator. Great, my daily reports were done, and it was only noon. I still had time to hand out the remaining invitations! 
The doors opened and I stepped up and out. I took a short climb up the volcano. I scanned...

"Psst! Skipper! Get up," whispered Sky into his ear-hole whilst shaking him. After a few seconds, Skipper opened his eyes groggily and sat up to look at her. "Why the duce did you wake me up SO early?" he asked, slipping out of bed. Sky grinned sheepishly, pulled out the back up calendar and pointed to the date. 'March 31st - April 7th, Prank Week' thought Skipper flatly. "Alright, I'm up. So what's the pranking agenda of the day?" quieried Skipper as he raised a nonexistent eyebrow.
"Ohhhhhh Skippy, THINK FAST!" shouted Emily, appearing in front of them with a rope wrapped around her webbed...

They finally are up the stairs, when they meet yet another hallway. Private's tiny jaw almost hits the floor. Nigel contuines waddling on down it. His nephew stares up at him, and imitates his every move.
"We're close, Private." Nigel encourages Private. The young pinguim slouches onward, but quickly goes back to atuação like his uncle. His mother laughs, for she knows she made the right decision.
"Nigel, what does this machine do?" She asks cautiously gesturing toward a colossal rectangluar appliance. It is black on the topo, início and bottom. A shiny object seals vivid minisquel shapes that are held...

The Sky was dark and it was looked a little red; bloody. As if it knew what had happened. They looked around, the city looked dark and evil, streets were deserted and it looked as if the city was abandoned.
“We need some support” Skipper said.
“We have this” Johnson said and gave them a shortwave transmitter.
“It doesn’t work here but we can try” Katherine took it “Can someone hear us? We need a help”
No answer.
“Send us a helicopter or information about Blowhole or anything” Skipper said.
“That doesn’t work. We have to separate”
“We’re only four. How can we surround...

The seguinte thing Private knows, he is on the ground; at his mother's feet. Something laid on topo, início of the little penguin. It has to be what had pushed him. It begins to get up.
It is Nigel! He lifts him into his fins.
"Private!" His mother cries, and hugs him tightly.
"There's no time! We need to get out of here!" Nigel says sternly. His voice had no emotion, except urgency. Private had never seen his uncle so serious. He was always so light-hearted and cheery. Goofy uncle Nigel, Private's mother's older brother.
They rush between people and their legs. Most scream, while some men shove through the...

Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock...

The clock read 2027 hours. Just four hours and thirty-three minutos until October 31st, Halloween. The zoo was scheduled to be open for only half a dia tomorrow. Children would come in little ghost, ghoul, and goblin costumes, poised to scare the living daylights out of the passerby's.

"Alright boys. What did we talk about?" Skipper asked his team in the HQ.

"Um..." Private began, but Skipper cut him off.

"Remember Private, I don't like it when you start your sentences with 'Um'."

"Aye. Sorry Skipper."

"'s alright. Stay frosty. Now back to my question."...

In the New York jail, there have been criminals who have been expected to commit the crimes they have, whether it was stealing or destroying property. Obviously, Cecil, Brick, and X were all in the jail, but the most unexpected criminal of all was Monique, and it wasn't even her fault.
A while ago, she caught Blowhole creating a chemical mixture illegally. Since he knew she was helping the police while not even being a cop, he injected her with the mixture a minuto before they came. Ever since, she's been beating people and places up and it got her where she is and, without her knowing, will...

The team was invited to participate in a fighting tournament. They will each be going against an enemy that they have some sort of connection to, yet never met before, but, they'd have to fight individually.
"Listen up, team. Today is the big day. We've done extra training for two weeks for this. Just because we'll be dividido, dividir up for this doesn't mean that we won't be the champs. If we're going to be strong on the outside, we're going to start por being strong on the inside and be confident that we'll take início the gold!" Skipper was saying.
The four high fived each other and they were on their ways...

Casino Rooftop in Monte Carlo

During the honeymoon of the lovely pinguim and bobblehead doll couple, the sun was setting on the water and things seemed peaceful.
"Lola, my sweet, we need to talk," Skipper started, staring at the bobblehead's smile.
"You see, we don't seem to connect as much as i thought we would. As much as it pains me to say it, beautiful, i think we should see other people," Skipper explained, breaking the ice.
As if making a response to Skipper's words, Lola slid off the roof, fell to the ground, and broke into pieces. Skipper partially felt guilt, but he spoke from the heart...

March 20, 2012
0853 hours

    Kowalski walked into the living room with a yawn. “Morning guys.”

    “Well you look rested.” Skipper said sarcastically.

    “Sorry Skipper. I just didn’t sleep very well last night.”

    “Why not then?” Private asked innocently. “I don’t know. I just tossed and turned a lot. I couldn’t stop thinking.”

    “About what?” Skipper asked. Kowalski sort of froze. He didn’t want to tell him what he was really thinking about. “Uh…the invention...

The other penguins were sleeping, but Kowalski couldn't find any slumber. He was too busy swimming in his thoughts.
He was in his lab that night wondering about how the others thought about him for the umphteenth time. Private recently told him that he looks up to him, which gives him a bit of raio, ray of sunshine in his mind, and Rico just thinks about fish, last time he checked. The teammate he worries about the most, though, is Skipper.
For a long time now, Kowalski felt like he's been watched por Skipper, as if the leader was waiting for the scientist to screw up. He knows he's different from the...

She didn't think it would matter if she told him how different she feels. She does her best to eliminate traces of the past, so it wouldn't matter, right? She does her best not to be that angry around Kowalski, so, it shouldn't be a problem, right? She secretly didn't have a true motivation to calm down until she first met Kowalski, so it's easy to manage, right? If the world would go as planned, maybe. Maybe it does go por some plan, but not her plan.
When Kowalski entered their apartment after getting some materials from Brooklyn, he saw Monique on the couch, staring at the ceiling in serious...

1849 hours

Private and Rico lead Kowalski to Marlene's habitat it hopes that she could help them in helping Kowalski regain his memory. When they arrived, they found Marlene swimming in her pond. She noticed them approaching and jumped out, drying her pele, peles as she walked up to them. "Hey guys! What's up!? And...where's Skipper?" She asked looking around. Kowalski whispered to Private. "Who's that?" Private walked over to Marlene. "Uh, Marlene...There was an...incident...Kowalski doesn't remember anything. Not even us." Marlene gasped. "Oh my goodness! What happened?" She asked putting her paw...

dia 3
First thing in the morning, Skipper got the team up, to look into the discovery Kowalski made. None of them stopped until all the books were scattered on the floor. It had to have been impossible.
There was no possible trace of evidence. The room wasn't there, even. It was like it had just vanished.
"Sorry, Kowalski, but it's like there's no way this happened." Skipper said.
"I know, but you have to believe me! I saw it. I saw them!" Kowalski exclaimed.
"We do, Kowalski, it's just that this place makes it extremely hard." Private reassured Kowalski.
"Thanks, but I'm not sure if I even believe...