Kowalski sighed. All Skipper did while Private had left was complain. That night, he was extremely crabby, and when Skipper's not happy, no one dares to be happy or even tries. Well, it all seemed to be over, since he was heading to cama so that made the tension on Kowalski ease up.
"Rico, make sure Skipper stays in bed." Kowalski whispered to his compadre. Rico nodded virgorously. Skipper was lying down, drinking leite from his mug. Skipper's eyelids grew heavy under his sleeping cap. His eyes blinked for extra seconds.
Rico lightly placed Skipper's mobile over his leader's bunk. He hit each one of the plastic foes. The pacifying toy spun as Skipper dreamt roughly.
The pyscho shrugged, and turned on the TV. Not even a minuto later he was all engrossed in a monster truck rally. Rapidly tapping a button on the remote over and over again, Rico cranked the volume to the maxium. The loud "bangs" and "crashes" of the cars easily could have woken Skipper up. It must have been a miracle that it didn't-yet.The lab door flung open. Kowalski peaked out, shaking his head. Rico sighed, muttering words under his breath.
Out of nowhere Rico's favorito truck roared its horn - riding out, demolishing minisquel ones in its path. At the topo, início of his lungs, Rico screamed, and clapped. "Whaaaaawhoooooooooo!" But still Skipper was unresponsive.
"Rico!" Kowalski scolded from inside the lab. When he entered he found Celeste and Private embracing. She seemed to be comforting him.
"Before, we start talking, Kowalski, sir. I don't mean to be disrespectful in any way, but please don't be mad at Private." Celeste gulped. "He was trying to keep track of time for his curfew, but I distracted him. It's all my fault. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
The two boys were stunned. Private had no clue what to say. This pinguim had just met began his best friend, and maybe even more.
"Wow, Celeste that was very responsible of you." Kowalski said, insinuating something to Private. "I'm not mad. To tell you both the truth neither is Skipper."
"What?! Of course he's mad! Are you mad-in a different way? He's always been mad at me! Ever since I was little. He probably was even mad about me joining." Private yelled, but finished in a whimper. He turned his back on them, sniffling. Kowalski said something. Unforunately, his voice was hidden under the sudden sound of the microwave. Anger bubbled inside of Kowalski. That was the last straw. He stormed to the door.
He flung the door open. The tall pinguim started a temper trantrum. "I thought, I told you to be quiet! You're going to wake Skipper up, which is going to be a disaster because he's in a terrible mood!" Kowalski was so worked up. He didn't notice who he was yelling at-until it was too late. "Oh, Skipper! I didn't see you! I thought you were-"
"Come here, Private." Skipper belowed sternly.
Private looked up at Kowalski-terrified.
"I can't do anything!" Kowalski whispered.
Private's whole body trembled as he waddled up to his leader. Celeste followed him-relaxed.
"Nah-ah, go back." Skipper said to Celeste, who did as she was told. Private turned.
"Not you," Skipper said. Whatever was cooking finished. Skipper pulled out two bowls of fish. Silently he grabbed a spoon, and stirred the munk peixe suprise. The process took awhile, and Private gulped.
"So, you want to invite any one else to dinner-Hans, Dr. Blowhole-or maybe even a leporad seal? Yeah, maybe, you can eat this fish, while Celeste and the foca, selo chow down on me." Skipper remarked sarcastically.
"Skippah, please forgive me!" Private pleaded. "But you have to trust me-she won't hurt you! "
"Why should I? You're just a kid! Private, she's tricking you! She's got you under her spell, and you're hooked so deep. You have no clue what you're getting into!"
"You're right. I do 'have no clue what' I'm 'getting into', but I-I just have to keep seeing her. I like her, Skippah! Why can't you respect that, and for once appreciate me and my decisions?!"
"As part of this unit, Private, I expect you to respect my decision. We just met her. How could you trust her?"
"It's something sbout her! It just makes me feel safe!"
"So, you don't trust me to protect you from a so called 'shark', but if it were her with you-that's totally different."
"No, you're just scared. That's the one thing that scares you mais than anything else! Ah-ha, it's her!" Private yelled at the topo, início of his lungs. "I don't need you, anymore, Skippah! I've grown-up."
"Just go, Private. I can't take anymore." Skipper muttered, and turned away. "I hope you both enjoy your munk peixe suprise."
"I doubt it," Private grumbled as he entered the lab.
Celeste sat still. Her body was motionless. She looked barely alive, with her unblinking eyes. Only this time, they were dark green. Private couldn't decipher them. Her face-troubled.
"What's wrong?" Private wondered concerned, with full attention on her. "Don't worry about Skippah-he's just extremely paranoid. Sometimes I think he belongs in a mental hospital."
"It's not that. He's just worried about you. Remember I was in the same position with the humans, and that was the last time I saw my parents." Celeste said solemnly.
"What do mean?" Private asked, already fully aware of her answer.
"I can't ensure you're safety. He's right." Said Celeste. "I'm a monster, because of the scientists. Your falling into my predatorial charm, I sense it. Being around you is almost like the feeling I get, when I'm staring at my prey. You're little-small …mouth-watering. But, I don't want to eat you. I couldn't even bring myself to it, when I thought you and your friends were trying to bring me back to the lab. If it weren't for you ..." She trailed off.
"They would be dead-wouldn't they?" Private said. It only came out as a whisper.
She nodded. They both froze.
"I don't know, about every one else, but I amor you for you!" Private wept.
"Really? You l-love me?"
"Yes!" Private exclaimed, and wrapped his flippers around her. Her eyes shined a glimmering gold. Private loved her for who she was.That emotion was so peculiar to her. She had never met another creature with that feeling before she came. And now she was experiencing it for herself. Love. It was odd, but blissful.
"The problem is-I can't stay away."
"You don't have to,"
"Only if you want me to," Celeste smiled. "Don't run away."
"Never."
"One mais thing."
"Yes?"
"You're wrong," She grinned deviously.
"About?"
"Skipper," She took a deep breath and lowered her voice. "His fear is mais complex. I have a better understanding of it, now, though."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, part of his-is becoming mine." She hinted. Private was completely lost, but he didn't care. He'd have time to give to figure out the labyrithn of Skipper's mind, but now-it was time for rest.
Skipper inclined the ladder to his bed. He stopped when he met Kowalski's eye level directly.
"Don't think I didn't hear the adjective you used to discribe my mood." Skipper said. He shook his head, and contuined up, muttering to himself.
"I thought, I told you to keep him asleep!" Kowalski scolded Rico, his voice low.
"I did," Rico stammered. Kowalski met Skipper, who was wide awake in his bunk.
"You know, you didn't have to wake-up, and get their dinner." Kowalski said.
"I know," Skipper murmured. He rolled on his side shortly after that to avoid anymore conversation. A aleatório scream came from the lab.