....This may be out of character. Again, reviews really help. So... yeah. Catherine really lets it go in this one. I'll leave that for you to figure out while you read. Again, if this is out of character, please tell. Yet again, reviews really help :)

The bus had dropped them off a little ways from the Hoboken Zoo. It was a little off from the actual zoo so they had some walking to do. Finally, they had reached their destination.

The group stood outside of the Hoboken Zoo. In the center of the entire zoo, the party was probably going on. If anything, Hans was in there, probably getting drunk on soda, like every other animal would.

“If Hans is drunk, it shouldn’t be too hard to beat the answers out of him,” Skipper said.

“They have alcohol here?!” Catherine shrieked quietly.

“No, Catherine, its soda,” Lilly reassured Catherine. Marlene gulped. She wasn’t really good with peer pressure. Something will cause her to go crazy, she just knew it. She tugged on her collar nervously. At least this is what kept her from going crazy.

“Just say no,” she heard someone say. She looked to see Rico right beside her with reassuring eyes.

“Yeah,” Marlene said, but she was still slightly afraid. The animals made their way towards the center of the Hoboken Zoo. They could here talking and chatting.

“Be ready to be bashed on, boys… and girls,” Skipper said, his muscles tensing up. Kowalski grabbed his top hat and winked at Catherine.

“Charles Dickens razor top hat of doom,” Kowalski whispered to her. Catherine blushed and giggled. Skipper smacked Kowalski in the back of the head and gave him a look. Kowalski rolled his eyes. He was just playing around with her.

“There it is,” Lilly said, looking nervously at it. She smoothed down her own purple dress, which was really puffy for some reason.

“Alright, say no to any soda offers. Especially you Catherine. No strawberry soda,” Skipper said, looking strictly at Catherine. Catherine just looked at him.

“No ichigo soda!” Kowalski shouted in Catherine’s ear.

“Hai!” Catherine said, raising a flipper up. Skipper rolled his eyes. Sometimes Catherine was such an idiot.

“Cool, no guards at the entrance, we can just walk in,” Marlene said, her eyes wide with opportunity.

“That’s why I came here late,” Skipper said, smiling at Marlene a little. It wasn’t an in love smile, it was a reassuring smile. Lilly didn’t think so. She was steaming.

“I’m not sure though,” Lilly said innocently, “I just think something might happen.”

“Relax, doll face,” Skipper said, winking and smiling at Lilly, “Nothing is gonna happen.”

“At least without her around,” Marlene grumbled, nodding her head towards Catherine. Catherine’s eyes were now crossed and flippers were waving about.

“She looks like an anime character,” Private whispered, looking at Kowalski worriedly.

“Let’s just go in,” Skipper said, going into the little entrance. The others hesitantly entered, hoping for the best.

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“So, why are you here?” A male snake asked Catherine. He was a coral snake, slithering around Catherine, observing her. Catherine was pretty scared of this snake. She sipped her water.

“Um, I’m just here to talk,” Catherine murmured, looking at the karaoke stage at the front. Right now, there was this lizard singing some Spanish pop tune. And he was pretty good, too.

“Maybe sing a little,” Catherine whimpered, looking at the karaoke stage wistfully.

“Well, that seems nice,” The coral snake said, grabbing a bottle of strawberry soda, “Drink? That water seems bland.” Catherine said something in Japanese insulting the snake, splashed the water in his face and walked off. The snake was a little confused and angry at the same time. Meanwhile, Marlene was sitting at the snack bar, wondering what to get.

“You should try the cherry cola,” someone behind her said. She turned around to see a very tough looking otter with an anchor tattoo. Marlene whimpered and shook her head.

“C’mon, you know you want to,” the male otter said, holding the drink to her. Marlene knocked the drink down. The male otter stared at the drink on the floor, wondering whether to be insulted or angry. He looked up to say something to Marlene, but she had disappeared.

Lilly and Skipper were sitting together, sharing some sushi. They looked at the lizard as he took a bow for his Spanish pop tune. The next animal to go up was this tough looking ape that was supposed to sing a country song. When he started, everyone was instantly under his spell. He was singing some slow country song about love and junk.

“This song seems nice,” Lilly said, leaning against Skipper. Skipper smiled. One of the parrots came by.

“Drink?” the parrot said, holding out a root beer.

“No thank you,” Skipper said, “I’m a special diet that requires no fizzy drinks.” The parrot muttered under his breath about how some people were weird and ran off to offer the drink to someone else. Kowalski, Private and Rico were a little ways off, listening to the country music together.

“This is nice,” Kowalski said, looking around, “Not Central Park nice mind you but nice.” Rico nodded his head. Rico looked wistfully at the soda and he looked at Kowalski with puppy dog eyes. Kowalski shook his head no. Rico’s head hung low for a while. Than he slowly got over it.

“Catherine’s gonna break any second, she’s gonna blow our cover,” Kowalski said, observing Catherine. Catherine was looking at karaoke stage with big eyes. Kowalski sighed. I have to talk to her. If she wants to sing, she has to follow a couple guidelines, Kowalski thought, going towards Catherine.

“Kowalski, I need to get up there and sing!” Catherine screamed in a whisper.

“Keep you bowler hat low over your eyes, don’t try to get into the song and keep your feathers in pigtails,” Kowalski said quickly. Catherine jumped with joy and ran up to the stage, keeping her bowler hat low. Skipper looked at Kowalski sternly and worriedly. Kowalski shrugged and suddenly a grape soda was shoved in his face. It was none other than the coral snake that Catherine threw water and swore in Japanese at. Kowalski decided to torture him some more. Kowalski shook the bottle and making sure to keep his mouth shut, sprayed soda on the coral snake. The snake hissed at him, ready to strike.

“Kowalski!” Marlene shouted, and pushed him out of the way before the snake struck. The coral snake soon realized what was happening.

“It’s the penguins from Central Park Zoo! And that stupid otter, too! Get them!” the coral snake hissed. Catherine looked at the commotion.

“Well, no need for this anymore,” Catherine said throwing the bowler hat to the side just as the music started. She smiled.

“Dance,” she sang and just as the animals came to her, she danced and fought at the same time. She grabbed a headset and started to sing the first stanza.

“Back door cracked, we don’t need a key. We get in for free, no VIP sleaze. Drink that Kool-aid, follow my lead. Now your one of us, you’re coming with me,” Catherine sang as she fought. That was the penguins cue to fight back. That’s when Private spotted Hans… and followed him. Rico however was more aggressive. He went for the gorilla, hacking up a bat and hitting the gorilla’s numb skull. Marlene and Kowalski were fighting side by side. They were busy fighting what seemed like a really aggressive flamingo. Just as they started the fight with the flamingo, Catherine was getting into the chorus.

“This place about to BLOW OH, OH, OH-OH-OH-OH-OH! BLOW OH, OH, OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!” Catherine sang, kicking two animals in the wrong place. Marlene grabbed at the flamingo’s neck and she kicked it hard. The flamingo’s neck went limp and she smiled. Kowalski kicked the flamingo in the chest.

“Good work Marlene!” Kowalski shouted, heading for the Spanish pop tune lizard. Marlene was suddenly grabbed by the tough otter.

“Let me go!” Marlene said, kicking the otter in the nuts. Than she slapped him in the face and scratched him, too. The otter fell backwards. Marlene ran off towards Catherine.

“Catherine, stop singing!” Marlene shouted. Catherine was to into the song to listen to Marlene. Marlene rolled her eyes and started to look for Skipper and Lilly. She was amazed when she saw them working together to fight the animals off. Lilly was defending Skipper as Skipper fought of more than he could take. But if Marlene knew Skipper, he would be able to handle it… hopefully.

“Marlene!” Kowalski screamed, coming to her side. He kicked yet another spider monkey.

“Have you seen Private?” Kowalski screamed, holding the spider monkey off. Marlene shrugged, fighting off some of the spider monkeys now coming at her. She finally saw Private, looking unwell. He looked and saw Skipper. He rushed over to him and said something to him.

“KILL THE MUSIC!” someone shouted. Catherine stopped singing and looked with wide purple eyes. Hans, Catherine thought. She looked at the puffin that walked in up and down.

“I want all of the New York softies to stand in the middle,” Hans said, “And maybe cower a little.” Catherine skipped off the stage merrily and sat in the middle with the others. They all looked up at Hans. He smiled.

“I see you were right, Skipper,” Hans said, “You have a tough new recruit. But not tough enough!” Catherine shook with fury.

“You know why were here!” Private screamed, “We’ve come for the general! Where is he?” Hans laughed.

“You silly boy!” Hans said, “I thought I told you, I didn’t have anything to do with the general’s kidnapping. I would probably infiltrate his office, steal a couple things, but I wouldn’t kidnap him.” He smiled.

“I think its time you met Hoboken’s sewer system,” Hans said. He clapped his wings and two gorillas came up. One of them grabbed the penguins and Marlene. One of them lifted a sewer grate under some kind of rug.

“Bye, bye, softies!” one of the gorillas said and soon they were dropped in. They all screamed as the dropped into the water below.

Um... yeah. Marlene gets a little tough in this one. She should be back to normal in the sewers... or WILL SHE? Who knows... I'm gonna work on chapter 4 now. But first *throws stick of dynamite at writers block*