"How's it lookin' on connecting to the camera feeds, Kowalski?" Skipper asked his lieutenant.
"Just fine, Skipper. Just a few more minutes," Kowalski answered. "I have to say, the HQ is in pretty good shape for not being used in a number of years. Things are coming together nicely, and we've only been back for a week."
"I concur. You got those light fixtures, Rico?" Skipper asked, looking up at Rico on his ladder, fixing a...
Maurice trudged up to him, not even trying to hide his contempt. “Yes, your majesty?”
“I need another smoothie,” Julien said, propping his head up with one paw while rubbing his chest with the other. He coughed and wheezed. “I can feel my time approaching . . . so make it with extra mango for the extra sweet-y-ness-ness . . .”
Maurice rolled his eyes. “You said your time was approaching two days ago,” he said.
Note: I’ve typically been writing notes at the end, but for this case, I must make an exception as to be clear to you, or at least the ones who haven’t read my previous works. I have been thinking about doing a sequel to one of my stories, but never did because I didn’t think I could make anything long and commendable out of it. But with this project, I received some inspiration and motivation to do so in a short story. So, this short is a little sequel to “Skipper’s Curse.” If you haven’t read it before and...
“Hey, Skipper! Where’s the team?” Marlene asked as she entered the HQ.
Skipper shifted between cameras on his surveillance screen. “Oh, they’re out doing some recon while I watch the cameras. Unfortunately, Christmas is a time for crime. So, we’re cracking down until the holidays are over. What brings you here?” he replied.
“I was getting a little cold in my habitat and was hoping if it’d be cool if I stayed here...