Marlene is Not That Girl

Underground Lair

12 Hours Earlier...

*captured by Blowhole's minions, Private once again sits in the presence of Dr. Blowhole...tied up in a chair*

Private: "Will you just do whatever it is you are gonna do to me?!"

Blowhole: "Oh...I do not intend to harm you, Private."

Private: "Then...what are you gonna do to me?"

Blowhole: "Oh. I'm not going to do anything. You on the other hand are going to go after those penguins & bring them to me."

Private: "And why would I do that?"

Blowhole: "Because, Private, there is someone I want you to meet..."

Private: "What are you talking about?"

Blowhole: "It was...

Have you ever gotten a weird, uneasy feeling during a thunder storm? Doris did, but it didn't really foreshadow anything in her mind, since she did during every storm. And it was spring, so she'd have to suffer through a thousand more in her New Jersey house...Or she would've.
That evening, the blonde tried in her best power to forget about the weather outside. She closed her blue, fish adorned window curtains and placed herself in her hobby/work room. She liked it in there, as it made her feel comfy and cozy. It was like her storm shelter. It made her feel safe during the creepy and unpredictable...

Skipper, Rico, and I climbed up the ladder and into the morning air. I was very excited and I couldn't wait to become part of the team again. Skipper looked back and saw that Ivy wasn't following us anymore. He climbed back down the ladder and asked her why she wasn't coming.
I saw Ivy point to the bunks where Kowalski and Private were still sleeping. Skipper nodded, and turned to the bunks.
Rico and I kept watching them, hoping something exciting would happen. After a few seconds something did happen.
Skipper hollered: "WAKE UP!" right into Kowalski's face. He and Private fell out of their bunks....