Majora was the three goddesses' younger brother. He was the god of chaos, there to control the chaos that was made as the goddesses created the world. He did his job well, but felt like he wasn't getting any recognition for his deeds. After they departed into the heavens, leaving the Triforce at the point of their departure, Majora drew away. He knew that it wouldn't be him, but his sisters that got all the glory. He wasn't as 'important' because he didn't actually create the world.
Skipper woke up with a start, jumping up and hitting his head on the... ceiling? He rubbed his now sore head, confused. Why would the ceiling be so low? Unless... Suddenly he remembered; Private collapsing, the pain in his neck. They must have been caught by Animal Control. But where's Private? "Hover dam!" exclaimed the leader. "Private, where are you?"
He looked around the area, but couldn't see a thing; the room was pitch black, so dark he couldn't see his flipper in front of his face. He called out again, but louder. A low moan...
Private skipped excitedly as the duo walked to the airport, the elder penguin looking glum. Skipper was beginning to have second thoughts about the mission. What if he got killed? What would become of the child? He wasn't sure if bringing Private along was a good idea, but then he remembered the situation he had found him in. Skipper let out an irritated sigh.
"Something wrong, Skippah?" Private asked, causing Skipper to start.