Skipper paced back and forth just outside Marlene’s habitat. It was Friday, at almost eight o’clock at night. He promised he would tell her what had really happened that day Blowhole had used his Serum on her, but he didn’t really realize what exactly he’d have to put into words. No matter how he arranged the confession in his mind, he couldn’t figure out how to say it without things getting too awkward. More importantly, he couldn’t figure out how to say it.
“The Other Man That Doesn’t Exist Yet”
December 11, 2014
Skipper stood outside Marlene’s habitat. Earlier that day, the team had snuck into Alice’s office to order some sweet elusive Polish sauerkraut, and Alice had left the sign-up list for the Breeding Program on her computer. Marlene’s name was on it. From the moment he saw it, his heart fluttered. He wasn’t quite sure why. It was just the thought of Marlene feeling as if she needed someone. Why that would bother him was another mystery. He took a deep breath and entered.
Skipper and Marlene smiled as they finished decorating the small Christmas tree in her habitat. Once they’d finished wrapping thin garlands and LED lights around it and hanging tiny hand-made ornaments, they stood back and admired their work.
“Well,” Skipper said, taking her by the waist from the side, “I think it turned out pretty well.”
Marlene smiled and rested her paw on his chest. “I think so too. I had a good time decorating it with you.”
Marlene yawned. “Thanks for taking me to that Enrique Guitaro concert, guys,” she said to the penguins as they drove her home. “It went a lot better than last time. And going backstage? That was”—she yawned again as if she hadn’t slept in days—“really awesome,” she finished.
Skipper chuckled from his place to the right of her. “I don’t think staying up all the way to one in the morning is a good idea for you.”
“Hey, Marlene. Sorry I’m late,” Skipper said, sitting on the tree branch next to Marlene in the park. “I was giving the boys a job to keep them busy and I had to argue with Rico over park surveillance.”
Marlene waved a dismissive paw. “It’s all right, Skipper, I understand,” she said half-heartedly without meeting his eye.
Skipper’s expression filled with concern. “Marlene, what’s wrong?” he asked, trying to look...
After a long day of training, dealing with Julien, and protecting the zoo, Skipper busied himself on a top-secret solo mission. . . .
“You think you’re smooth, Hans, but you’re not as smooth as me. Especially not like . . . this!” Skipper said to the mirror as he held the fake mustache to his beak. He straightened his cowboy hat and shined his sheriff badge. “Now, that’s what I call a rugged Belvidere if I do say so myself.”