OPERATION: tahanan SWEET HOME
CHAPTER FOUR
~ Whatever It Takes ~
The susunod morning, before the zoo opened for business, Skipper, the other penguins, and Marlene gathered at Alice’s office to look at the newest edition of The New York Times, which Alice always had a copy of on tuktok of her desk. Since both the Central Park Zoo and the New York Times Building were located in Manhattan, Skipper figured that the envelope he and Kowalski had mailed out the morning before would have reached the newspaper that same day, thus in time for its contents to be published in that morning’s edition.
“Let’s see what we have here,” Skipper sinabi as he snatched Alice’s newspaper off her mesa and began looking at it. “Well, Marlene, you didn’t make the front page, but let’s have a look inside.”
Skipper then opened up the paper and scanned the headlines.
“Come on, come on,” he said, frustratingly, as he flipped through the pages. “It has to be in here somewhere.”
But when Skipper reached the last page, he knew that it wasn’t.
“And they wonder why the newspaper is a dying medium,” Skipper uttered as it became apparent that The New York Times had not run with the Marlene transfer story.
“Maybe it will make tomorrow’s edition, Skipper,” Marlene optimistically commented. “The envelope probably didn’t have enough time to travel to–”
But she was cut-off when Private noticed something peculiar.
“Skipper, look!” Private declared as he pulled the envelope that was supposed to go to The New York Times out of Alice’s trash can. “It says that it has been returned to the sender for insufficient postage.”
“Insufficient postage?” Skipper questioned as he grabbed the envelope from Private and noticed the message. “Kowalski! What’s a stamp go for these days?!”
“Forty-four cents,” Kowalski replied.
“Fish on a stick!” Skipper exclaimed. “We used a 43-cent one!”
“Sorry,” Rico then mumbled as he waddled over. “No one told me that the rates went up again.”
“It’s not your fault, Rico,” Skipper then stated. “But the susunod time you lunok a bunch of stamps, make sure they’re the forever kind, OK, buddy?”
Rico nodded in agreement as Skipper turned to Marlene.
“Well, we’ve already Nawawala a araw thinking that we could get your story in the paper, so we can’t afford to waste another one trying this operation again,” he said. “So I’m now declaring that Operation: Chaos be put into effect.”
“Operation: Chaos?” Kowalski wondered. “I think I’ve heard something about that one on the radio.”
“No, not that Operation: Chaos,” Skipper stated. “I’m talking about recruiting the lemurs to go totally crazy inside their habitat to serve as a distraction.”
“And while the lemurs distract the zoo staff, what do we do?” Private inquired.
“Oh,” Skipper stuttered, “I haven’t thought about the rest of it yet.”
“How about an entirely different approach, Skipper?” Kowalski suggested.
“Such as?” Skipper asked.
“Well, even though trying to get Marlene’s story out in the newspaper failed, there’s still one way to get her image out to the public,” Kowalski stated. “We can turn her into the susunod big Internet star.”
Upon hearing Kowalski’s suggestion, Marlene motioned for Skipper to come over to her.
“You remember that iskandalo I told you about, Skipper?” she then whispered into his ear. “I can’t do the Internet.”
“Oh, come on, that was hardly a scandal,” Skipper replied as he raised his right flipper. “And besides, in my capacity as ibong dagat Leader of the Central Park Zoo, I hereby grant you a full, free, and absolute pardon.”
Marlene smiled.
“Thanks,” she said, “but maybe there is another way for right now.”
“Ah, you just don’t want to go back on the Internet unless there’s a trophy on the line,” Skipper joked as he waddled away.
“I heard that,” Marlene responded, though she knew it was just a joke.
Skipper then turned to face his men and Marlene.
“OK, I’ve thought of something,” he announced to everyone. “It’s Internet-based, but it doesn’t require Marlene to be so directly involved.”
“Why not, Skipper?” Private asked.
“That’s private, Private, between me and Marlene,” Skipper replied. “But anyway, what we do is pose as humans and send several emails to zoo administrators and staff saying how much we like the zoo’s otter. They’ll then think that Marlene is so popular that they’d be a bunch of dumb mammals -- I mean, out of their mind -- to send Marlene away.”
“Nice save, Skipper,” Marlene smirked in regard to Skipper’s little mammal slip-up. “But it is a good plan.”
Skipper then turned to Kowalski.
“Kowalski, go round-up the mammal team,” he said. “Bring me the chimps and the lemurs.”
“I’m on it,” Kowalski replied as he left the office.
About 10 minutos later, Kowalski returned after fetching the chimps and lemurs.
“OK, silly penguins, what is it that you want with me and my subjects?” Julien asked upon entering the room.
“You’ve all been drafted,” Skipper replied. “We need all of you to take part in a covert operation, a mission so classified that it can never leave this room.”
Skipper then explained the entire situation to the chimps and lemurs; they were all shocked to learn of Marlene’s transfer and were all onboard with the plan to fight it.
Phil then had a question, which he asked through Mason using sign language.
“Phil asks if he will have to type out all of your emails,” Mason reported.
“Well, I’m not sure about the lemurs, but my men and I have gotten a lot better with the language lately,” Skipper answered. “We can probably handle the typing ourselves.”
“Me, too,” Marlene said.
“Me three,” Julien stated. “I mean, we three lemurs can probably wing it, too.”
“Very well,” Mason sinabi as he and Phil walked over to the computer and turned it on. “So, which one of you has the email account?”
“Say what?” Julien asked.
“You need to have some sort of email account in order to send and receive email,” Mason replied. “Phil and I both have one; do I take it that we’re the only ones?”
Everyone else in the room nodded.
“Fortunately, this matter is resolvable,” Mason then said. “Phil and I can create ones for all of you.”
Phil and Mason then accessed the Internet on the computer. They then spent the susunod few minutos creating eight different email accounts for the other animals. When they were done, everyone crowded around the computer.
“Eh, my email address doesn’t seem royal enough,” Julien complained. “I don’t like it.”
“Ring-tail, this isn’t about you, it’s about Marlene,” Skipper declared. “You’re only going to use that email address once, so live with it.”
“Well, I suppose,” Julien conceded. “But you monkeys will have to create a better one for me later.”
“The ‘monkeys’ can do nothing for you,” Mason stated as he rolled his eyes. “We are chimpanzees, you see. But I suppose we could still arrange a new email address for you later.”
Skipper then clapped his flippers together to get everyone’s attention.
“Folks, let’s not get too far off the subject,” he stated. “Let’s get started on these emails; I want all of them to be as cute and cuddly as possible. I’ll go first.”
Everyone then took their turn at the computer to type and send their pro-otter emails, starting with Skipper. All 10 were different, and often reflected their own personalities. Each sent out the following remarks sa pamamagitan ng email:
SKIPPER: Every time I see your otter, I can’t help but smile. She’s a mammal, but I pag-ibig her anyway.
KOWALSKI: The hayop ng oter is my paborito member of the Mustelidae family. Each time I visit the Central Park Zoo, stopping sa pamamagitan ng the hayop ng oter exhibit is the first thing on my clipboard. I enjoy studying her.
RICO: If you know anyone who doesn’t like otters, send them my way.
PRIVATE: Three cheers for the otter!
JULIEN: There’s always an interesting vibe to be had around the hayop ng oter habitat. Though that ring-tailed lemur has got it going on, too!
MAURICE: I have a really tough job, so it’s nice to be able to drop sa pamamagitan ng the hayop ng oter habitat and relax for a while.
MORT: I like chipmunks! -- Oh, she’s an otter? -- I like otters!
MASON: I do say, the hayop ng oter exhibit at the Central Park Zoo is most exquisite. It’s quite a terrific place to have a spot of tea.
PHIL: The hayop ng oter leaves me speechless. Well, so does everything else, but still.
MARLENE: I don’t know why, but I feel a real connection to the Central Park Zoo’s otter. It’s almost as if she was a part of me.
Marlene was the last to send out an email, and just as she clicked on the “send” button, a noise was heard coming from the door that led into the office. Thinking quickly, Skipper pulled out the computer’s electrical cord in order to conceal the secret email operation from the humans that were beginning to enter the office while the other mga hayop fled for cover. But this delay didn’t allow Skipper enough time to escape himself before Alice and a male zookeeper walked in, so he was forced to hide underneath a mesa in the corner of the room and wait it out.
“Alice, did you unplug this?” the male zookeeper asked as he noticed that the computer in the room was unplugged. “This computer is always plugged in.”
“I didn’t do it,” Alice replied as the other zookeeper plugged the computer back in. “I’m sure of it.”
“All right,” he sinabi as he sat down in front of the computer and turned it on. “I guess I might as well check my email since I’m here anyway.”
A few minutos later, he was logged-on to the zoo’s server and accessed the inbox for emails being sent to him at the zoo. In it were the 10 emails that the group had just sent out, which were also sent to Alice and other zoo employees.
“Ten emails,” he nagkomento out loud. “I think that’s a new record for me in one day.”
“Congratulations,” Alice replied sarcastically.
The male zookeeper then spent the susunod few moments pagbaba the emails to himself. When he completed the last one, he paused for a moment before speaking to Alice.
“Everyone loves the otter,” he chuckled. “I swear all 10 of these emails were about our hayop ng oter exhibit. It’s probably a shame that we’re shipping her out.”
A puzzled and skeptical look then displayed across Alice’s face.
“Shove over,” she sinabi as she forced her way in front of the computer, pushing the other zookeeper aside. “Let me have a look at those.”
Alice then skimmed through the 10 emails quickly. When she reached the last, she turned to the male zookeeper and rolled her eyes and head.
“This is just some weirdo’s attempt at a joke,” she declared as if she knew everything. “All the email addresses are different, but all the emails were sent out within minutos of each other. It’s just one person with no life who apparently has a thing for otters, that’s all it is.”
Hearing this while still hidden across the room, Skipper frowned as he realized that this segundo attempt to keep Marlene in New York was now to be classified as a failure.
About 10 minutos later, Alice and her coworker left the office, which allowed Skipper to come out of hiding. He then made his way over to the HQ, where he correctly assumed that everyone had gone after they had fled the office.
“I’m afraid that I have some bad news,” he announced as he entered. “Our email campaign has failed; Alice saw the emails and dismissed them as the work of just one crazy person with an hayop ng oter obsession.”
Marlene sighed.
“Well, it was still a good try, Skipper,” she said.
Skipper then cleared his throat.
“Since it is now Tuesday morning, we have less than two full days left before the humans want to take Marlene away,” he reminded everyone. “Somebody, and I don’t care who, call out a possible option right now.”
“Time travel is still in development,” Kowalski responded. “So I guess that’s out for right now. Sorry.”
“I will write a royal decree that forbids anyone to take Marlene away and post it on my plastic volcano,” Julien offered. “You like?”
“Operation: Reverse Rhonda,” Private suggested.
“Ooh, I like the sound of that one, Private,” Skipper stated. “But just what is it?”
“Well, we do the opposite of what we did when we got rid of Rhonda the walrus for Marlene,” Private replied. “Instead of hacking into a computer system to arrange an animal transfer, we hack into the same computer system to alisin an animal transfer.”
“That’s so simple it just might work,” Skipper stated. “Good work, soldier.”
But just when he thought that Private’s idea would work, Skipper remembered how close the humans had just come at walking in on their nakaraan email operation.
“Wait,” he said, “how long might this take? What if Alice or another zoo employee finds us on the computer like they almost did earlier?”
“Well, why don’t you just hack into the computer system from right here?” Maurice suggested.
“No can do, lemur,” Skipper replied. “We don’t have a computer here at the HQ.”
“But there are plenty right outside,” Marlene spoke up.
“Where?” Skipper asked.
“The humans have them,” Marlene replied. “Many of them carry around cell phones that can access the Internet.”
Skipper smiled.
“You certainly are a smart one, Marlene,” he said, turning then to Rico. “Rico, secure us a cell phone from some unsuspecting visitor.”
Rico then saluted Skipper as he waddled his way out of the HQ. He returned no madami than four minutos later with a cell phone that had Internet capabilities, which he handed to Skipper.
“Hey, simians,” Skipper called as he tossed the phone to Phil and Mason, “you and your opposable thumbs have the first go.”
Mason then used the pull-out keyboard on the phone to establish a connection to the same online system that had been used many months earlier to arrange Rhonda’s departure. But this time he found an obstacle that hadn’t been there before.
“The password field is much madami secure than the last time,” he sinabi as he looked at the screen. “I’m not sure that I can gain access.”
“Kowalski: Analysis,” Skipper ordered.
Mason then handed Kowalski the phone so he could have a look.
“The chimp’s right,” Kowalski reported after typing a few characters into the password field. “There could be millions of different possibilities for the correct password. And with just one phone, it could take–”
“Hold on, Kowalski,” Skipper then broke-in. “There’s not just one phone; Marlene sinabi that many zoo visitors carry them. What we need is madami phones.”
Skipper then looked around the room.
“Rico, get me nine madami phones,” Skipper declared. “We’ll all try cracking the codes at the same time; odds are one of us will make some sort of progress.”
Rico then left the HQ yet again to obtain nine madami Internet-capable cell phones. It took him 30 minutos this time to secure them all from unsuspecting guests, but secure them he did.
While Rico was out obtaining the cell phones, 10 chairs had been set-up inside the HQ susunod to each other for everyone to sit on as they worked on cracking the codes. When Rico returned, Skipper was sitting in the leftmost chair with Marlene to his right.
“Thank you,” Skipper sinabi as Rico handed him a cell phone and then began to pass them out to everyone else. “All right, everyone, when you get your phone, access the log-on page and get crackin’.”
“Access denied,” Julien sinabi as he read what appeared on his screen after trying his first code. “So, how many tries do we make before we give up?”
Skipper’s face twitched a little as he heard Julien’s question.
“This takes as long as it takes; we go until we succeed,” Skipper declared as he stood up.
He then placed a flipper under one of Marlene’s arms and lifted her onto her feet to face the others.
“If anyone ever feels like quitting, just remember that this is who you’re fighting for,” Skipper spoke sincerely. “She’s been there for all of us at one time or another; now’s the time to ipakita her that we care.”
Skipper then let go of Marlene, and they both sat down at exactly 10:30 a.m. and began trying to crack the code alongside everyone else. Everyone was so energized sa pamamagitan ng Skipper’s remarks that they all began to lose track of time as the susunod few hours of code-cracking attempts passed by. That was until a familiar sound alerted the penguins to what time it was.
“I don’t care, Alice,” Skipper stated out loud as he heard the zookeeper drop off the penguins’ afternoon fish. “I’ll eat only when the battle is won.”
The other penguins were somewhat hungry, but they, too, recognized that there were madami pressing matters at hand than filling their bellies. Everyone continued to push on for a good long while until Mason broke the focus and the silence.
“Skipper, what if the humans realize that there are 10 mga hayop made up of six different species that are nowhere to be seen in their habitats today?” he wondered.
“I don’t do hypotheticals, simian,” Skipper replied. “Let them think whatever they want to.”
The hours continued to pass with no success; the daylight began to wane. Before anyone knew it, the zoo was closed; sa pamamagitan ng the time they realized it, it was opening back up again.
“I still don’t care, Alice,” Skipper declared as she brought sa pamamagitan ng the penguins’ afternoon fish, a full 24 hours after she last had; she was a bit perplexed at why the isda she had delivered the araw before had gone uneaten.
oras after hour, code after code, nothing worked. But everyone still pressed on; it was at the brink of madness.
“Why is the world against Marlene?!” Skipper shouted as he pounded a flipper against the phone’s keyboard. “Why?!”
The zoo closed again for the night. The evening came, followed sa pamamagitan ng night. Eventually, after a 36-hour marathon, it had to come to an end.
When the clock reached 10:30 p.m. -- now Wednesday night -- Skipper threw his flippers up.
“That’s it,” he ordered. “Finish whatever code you were working on, then turn your phones off. I’m afraid it’s time for Plan B.”
“What’s Plan B?” Marlene turned to ask Skipper.
“The ‘B’ is for ‘bed,’ Marlene,” Skipper replied. “I really hate giving up, but we’ve all been at it for 36 hours already -- anymore and we’d probably soon collapse.”
Skipper then placed a flipper on Marlene’s shoulder; there was one madami plan that he had in reserve.
“There is still is Operation: Eleventh Hour,” Skipper stated. “And that will be put into effect tomorrow.”
“How does it work?” Marlene inquired.
“It works because this whole nightmare will finally end tomorrow,” Skipper declared. “Now things are going to get hairy around here, but luckily for us we won’t be here to see it.”
“So you are giving Rico permission to use the dynamite?” Marlene figured.
“No,” Skipper chuckled. “Tomorrow morning at O-dark-thirty, I’m going to take you–”
“Wait,” Marlene broke-in, “what’s ‘O-dark-thirty’?”
“It’s military jargon -- it means really early in the morning before the sun comes up,” Skipper answered.
“Oh,” Marlene said. “Go on.”
“Well, in the morning at -- let’s just say 4:30 -- I’m going to come over and take you down into the sewer with me,” Skipper continued. “This way you won’t be in your habitat when the humans come for you. Now it’s going to be a long, cold araw down there, but once we kill the deadline victory is ours -- and mainly yours.”
“Cold?” Marlene wondered. “Couldn’t we just hide out here at the HQ instead?”
“Negative,” Skipper replied. “Tomorrow when you go missing, the zookeepers are going to tear this place apart looking for you; they’re going to go over the whole zoo with a fine-toothed comb. Now this HQ is a well-hidden and fortified facility, but I can’t risk that one in a million chance that they find you here, because then you’ll be heading west.”
“But they could still find it,” Marlene said.
“I highly doubt that,” Skipper declared, “but better they find it than you.”
Marlene smiled.
“In that case,” she said, “I guess I’ll be bringing a scarf in the morning.”
“Yeah,” Skipper chuckled. “And I’ll have Rico hack us up some earmuffs before I leave.”
“So, what happens after we kill the deadline?” Marlene asked.
“Still a lot of waiting, I’m afraid,” Skipper replied. “We’ll be in constant contact with the boys at the HQ sa pamamagitan ng radio, but we can’t come back up until I get word that another hayop ng oter has been brought to St. Louis. Realistically, it could be a araw or two. But then you get to mysteriously ipakita up in your habitat again -- it’ll probably even make the news as a human interest story.”
“So I might end up in The New York Times after all?” Marlene wondered.
“Anything is possible,” Skipper smiled as he patted Marlene on the back. “Now go get some sleep; I’ll see you bright and early in the morning.”
With that, Marlene left the HQ and headed back home. Skipper then thanked and dismissed the lemurs and chimps before assembling his team to tell them of the operation he had planned for the susunod morning with Marlene.
After he was finished explaining everything, Skipper pulled Rico aside. There was one madami thing he needed done.
“Everything we’ve tried to do for Marlene has so far failed, so I can’t take anymore chances; nothing can stop me from success this time,” he said. “Now I do not expect a war to break out tomorrow, but we do need to be prepared in case one does.”
“Prepared, how?” Rico asked.
“Regurgitate all the metal tools in your gut, melt them down, and forge munitions,” Skipper ordered. “I need you to stay up and do this for me now so I can get some sleep for tomorrow; when you’re done, you can sleep-in as long as you want to in the morning.”
“Deal,” Rico agreed as he then hacked-up a crowbar. “Allow me to get started.”
And with that, Skipper smiled as he waddled over to his bunk and climbed up into it. He didn’t want it to come to Operation: Eleventh Hour, but he knew that this time he had a plan that could not fail.
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CHAPTER FOUR
~ Whatever It Takes ~
The susunod morning, before the zoo opened for business, Skipper, the other penguins, and Marlene gathered at Alice’s office to look at the newest edition of The New York Times, which Alice always had a copy of on tuktok of her desk. Since both the Central Park Zoo and the New York Times Building were located in Manhattan, Skipper figured that the envelope he and Kowalski had mailed out the morning before would have reached the newspaper that same day, thus in time for its contents to be published in that morning’s edition.
“Let’s see what we have here,” Skipper sinabi as he snatched Alice’s newspaper off her mesa and began looking at it. “Well, Marlene, you didn’t make the front page, but let’s have a look inside.”
Skipper then opened up the paper and scanned the headlines.
“Come on, come on,” he said, frustratingly, as he flipped through the pages. “It has to be in here somewhere.”
But when Skipper reached the last page, he knew that it wasn’t.
“And they wonder why the newspaper is a dying medium,” Skipper uttered as it became apparent that The New York Times had not run with the Marlene transfer story.
“Maybe it will make tomorrow’s edition, Skipper,” Marlene optimistically commented. “The envelope probably didn’t have enough time to travel to–”
But she was cut-off when Private noticed something peculiar.
“Skipper, look!” Private declared as he pulled the envelope that was supposed to go to The New York Times out of Alice’s trash can. “It says that it has been returned to the sender for insufficient postage.”
“Insufficient postage?” Skipper questioned as he grabbed the envelope from Private and noticed the message. “Kowalski! What’s a stamp go for these days?!”
“Forty-four cents,” Kowalski replied.
“Fish on a stick!” Skipper exclaimed. “We used a 43-cent one!”
“Sorry,” Rico then mumbled as he waddled over. “No one told me that the rates went up again.”
“It’s not your fault, Rico,” Skipper then stated. “But the susunod time you lunok a bunch of stamps, make sure they’re the forever kind, OK, buddy?”
Rico nodded in agreement as Skipper turned to Marlene.
“Well, we’ve already Nawawala a araw thinking that we could get your story in the paper, so we can’t afford to waste another one trying this operation again,” he said. “So I’m now declaring that Operation: Chaos be put into effect.”
“Operation: Chaos?” Kowalski wondered. “I think I’ve heard something about that one on the radio.”
“No, not that Operation: Chaos,” Skipper stated. “I’m talking about recruiting the lemurs to go totally crazy inside their habitat to serve as a distraction.”
“And while the lemurs distract the zoo staff, what do we do?” Private inquired.
“Oh,” Skipper stuttered, “I haven’t thought about the rest of it yet.”
“How about an entirely different approach, Skipper?” Kowalski suggested.
“Such as?” Skipper asked.
“Well, even though trying to get Marlene’s story out in the newspaper failed, there’s still one way to get her image out to the public,” Kowalski stated. “We can turn her into the susunod big Internet star.”
Upon hearing Kowalski’s suggestion, Marlene motioned for Skipper to come over to her.
“You remember that iskandalo I told you about, Skipper?” she then whispered into his ear. “I can’t do the Internet.”
“Oh, come on, that was hardly a scandal,” Skipper replied as he raised his right flipper. “And besides, in my capacity as ibong dagat Leader of the Central Park Zoo, I hereby grant you a full, free, and absolute pardon.”
Marlene smiled.
“Thanks,” she said, “but maybe there is another way for right now.”
“Ah, you just don’t want to go back on the Internet unless there’s a trophy on the line,” Skipper joked as he waddled away.
“I heard that,” Marlene responded, though she knew it was just a joke.
Skipper then turned to face his men and Marlene.
“OK, I’ve thought of something,” he announced to everyone. “It’s Internet-based, but it doesn’t require Marlene to be so directly involved.”
“Why not, Skipper?” Private asked.
“That’s private, Private, between me and Marlene,” Skipper replied. “But anyway, what we do is pose as humans and send several emails to zoo administrators and staff saying how much we like the zoo’s otter. They’ll then think that Marlene is so popular that they’d be a bunch of dumb mammals -- I mean, out of their mind -- to send Marlene away.”
“Nice save, Skipper,” Marlene smirked in regard to Skipper’s little mammal slip-up. “But it is a good plan.”
Skipper then turned to Kowalski.
“Kowalski, go round-up the mammal team,” he said. “Bring me the chimps and the lemurs.”
“I’m on it,” Kowalski replied as he left the office.
About 10 minutos later, Kowalski returned after fetching the chimps and lemurs.
“OK, silly penguins, what is it that you want with me and my subjects?” Julien asked upon entering the room.
“You’ve all been drafted,” Skipper replied. “We need all of you to take part in a covert operation, a mission so classified that it can never leave this room.”
Skipper then explained the entire situation to the chimps and lemurs; they were all shocked to learn of Marlene’s transfer and were all onboard with the plan to fight it.
Phil then had a question, which he asked through Mason using sign language.
“Phil asks if he will have to type out all of your emails,” Mason reported.
“Well, I’m not sure about the lemurs, but my men and I have gotten a lot better with the language lately,” Skipper answered. “We can probably handle the typing ourselves.”
“Me, too,” Marlene said.
“Me three,” Julien stated. “I mean, we three lemurs can probably wing it, too.”
“Very well,” Mason sinabi as he and Phil walked over to the computer and turned it on. “So, which one of you has the email account?”
“Say what?” Julien asked.
“You need to have some sort of email account in order to send and receive email,” Mason replied. “Phil and I both have one; do I take it that we’re the only ones?”
Everyone else in the room nodded.
“Fortunately, this matter is resolvable,” Mason then said. “Phil and I can create ones for all of you.”
Phil and Mason then accessed the Internet on the computer. They then spent the susunod few minutos creating eight different email accounts for the other animals. When they were done, everyone crowded around the computer.
“Eh, my email address doesn’t seem royal enough,” Julien complained. “I don’t like it.”
“Ring-tail, this isn’t about you, it’s about Marlene,” Skipper declared. “You’re only going to use that email address once, so live with it.”
“Well, I suppose,” Julien conceded. “But you monkeys will have to create a better one for me later.”
“The ‘monkeys’ can do nothing for you,” Mason stated as he rolled his eyes. “We are chimpanzees, you see. But I suppose we could still arrange a new email address for you later.”
Skipper then clapped his flippers together to get everyone’s attention.
“Folks, let’s not get too far off the subject,” he stated. “Let’s get started on these emails; I want all of them to be as cute and cuddly as possible. I’ll go first.”
Everyone then took their turn at the computer to type and send their pro-otter emails, starting with Skipper. All 10 were different, and often reflected their own personalities. Each sent out the following remarks sa pamamagitan ng email:
SKIPPER: Every time I see your otter, I can’t help but smile. She’s a mammal, but I pag-ibig her anyway.
KOWALSKI: The hayop ng oter is my paborito member of the Mustelidae family. Each time I visit the Central Park Zoo, stopping sa pamamagitan ng the hayop ng oter exhibit is the first thing on my clipboard. I enjoy studying her.
RICO: If you know anyone who doesn’t like otters, send them my way.
PRIVATE: Three cheers for the otter!
JULIEN: There’s always an interesting vibe to be had around the hayop ng oter habitat. Though that ring-tailed lemur has got it going on, too!
MAURICE: I have a really tough job, so it’s nice to be able to drop sa pamamagitan ng the hayop ng oter habitat and relax for a while.
MORT: I like chipmunks! -- Oh, she’s an otter? -- I like otters!
MASON: I do say, the hayop ng oter exhibit at the Central Park Zoo is most exquisite. It’s quite a terrific place to have a spot of tea.
PHIL: The hayop ng oter leaves me speechless. Well, so does everything else, but still.
MARLENE: I don’t know why, but I feel a real connection to the Central Park Zoo’s otter. It’s almost as if she was a part of me.
Marlene was the last to send out an email, and just as she clicked on the “send” button, a noise was heard coming from the door that led into the office. Thinking quickly, Skipper pulled out the computer’s electrical cord in order to conceal the secret email operation from the humans that were beginning to enter the office while the other mga hayop fled for cover. But this delay didn’t allow Skipper enough time to escape himself before Alice and a male zookeeper walked in, so he was forced to hide underneath a mesa in the corner of the room and wait it out.
“Alice, did you unplug this?” the male zookeeper asked as he noticed that the computer in the room was unplugged. “This computer is always plugged in.”
“I didn’t do it,” Alice replied as the other zookeeper plugged the computer back in. “I’m sure of it.”
“All right,” he sinabi as he sat down in front of the computer and turned it on. “I guess I might as well check my email since I’m here anyway.”
A few minutos later, he was logged-on to the zoo’s server and accessed the inbox for emails being sent to him at the zoo. In it were the 10 emails that the group had just sent out, which were also sent to Alice and other zoo employees.
“Ten emails,” he nagkomento out loud. “I think that’s a new record for me in one day.”
“Congratulations,” Alice replied sarcastically.
The male zookeeper then spent the susunod few moments pagbaba the emails to himself. When he completed the last one, he paused for a moment before speaking to Alice.
“Everyone loves the otter,” he chuckled. “I swear all 10 of these emails were about our hayop ng oter exhibit. It’s probably a shame that we’re shipping her out.”
A puzzled and skeptical look then displayed across Alice’s face.
“Shove over,” she sinabi as she forced her way in front of the computer, pushing the other zookeeper aside. “Let me have a look at those.”
Alice then skimmed through the 10 emails quickly. When she reached the last, she turned to the male zookeeper and rolled her eyes and head.
“This is just some weirdo’s attempt at a joke,” she declared as if she knew everything. “All the email addresses are different, but all the emails were sent out within minutos of each other. It’s just one person with no life who apparently has a thing for otters, that’s all it is.”
Hearing this while still hidden across the room, Skipper frowned as he realized that this segundo attempt to keep Marlene in New York was now to be classified as a failure.
About 10 minutos later, Alice and her coworker left the office, which allowed Skipper to come out of hiding. He then made his way over to the HQ, where he correctly assumed that everyone had gone after they had fled the office.
“I’m afraid that I have some bad news,” he announced as he entered. “Our email campaign has failed; Alice saw the emails and dismissed them as the work of just one crazy person with an hayop ng oter obsession.”
Marlene sighed.
“Well, it was still a good try, Skipper,” she said.
Skipper then cleared his throat.
“Since it is now Tuesday morning, we have less than two full days left before the humans want to take Marlene away,” he reminded everyone. “Somebody, and I don’t care who, call out a possible option right now.”
“Time travel is still in development,” Kowalski responded. “So I guess that’s out for right now. Sorry.”
“I will write a royal decree that forbids anyone to take Marlene away and post it on my plastic volcano,” Julien offered. “You like?”
“Operation: Reverse Rhonda,” Private suggested.
“Ooh, I like the sound of that one, Private,” Skipper stated. “But just what is it?”
“Well, we do the opposite of what we did when we got rid of Rhonda the walrus for Marlene,” Private replied. “Instead of hacking into a computer system to arrange an animal transfer, we hack into the same computer system to alisin an animal transfer.”
“That’s so simple it just might work,” Skipper stated. “Good work, soldier.”
But just when he thought that Private’s idea would work, Skipper remembered how close the humans had just come at walking in on their nakaraan email operation.
“Wait,” he said, “how long might this take? What if Alice or another zoo employee finds us on the computer like they almost did earlier?”
“Well, why don’t you just hack into the computer system from right here?” Maurice suggested.
“No can do, lemur,” Skipper replied. “We don’t have a computer here at the HQ.”
“But there are plenty right outside,” Marlene spoke up.
“Where?” Skipper asked.
“The humans have them,” Marlene replied. “Many of them carry around cell phones that can access the Internet.”
Skipper smiled.
“You certainly are a smart one, Marlene,” he said, turning then to Rico. “Rico, secure us a cell phone from some unsuspecting visitor.”
Rico then saluted Skipper as he waddled his way out of the HQ. He returned no madami than four minutos later with a cell phone that had Internet capabilities, which he handed to Skipper.
“Hey, simians,” Skipper called as he tossed the phone to Phil and Mason, “you and your opposable thumbs have the first go.”
Mason then used the pull-out keyboard on the phone to establish a connection to the same online system that had been used many months earlier to arrange Rhonda’s departure. But this time he found an obstacle that hadn’t been there before.
“The password field is much madami secure than the last time,” he sinabi as he looked at the screen. “I’m not sure that I can gain access.”
“Kowalski: Analysis,” Skipper ordered.
Mason then handed Kowalski the phone so he could have a look.
“The chimp’s right,” Kowalski reported after typing a few characters into the password field. “There could be millions of different possibilities for the correct password. And with just one phone, it could take–”
“Hold on, Kowalski,” Skipper then broke-in. “There’s not just one phone; Marlene sinabi that many zoo visitors carry them. What we need is madami phones.”
Skipper then looked around the room.
“Rico, get me nine madami phones,” Skipper declared. “We’ll all try cracking the codes at the same time; odds are one of us will make some sort of progress.”
Rico then left the HQ yet again to obtain nine madami Internet-capable cell phones. It took him 30 minutos this time to secure them all from unsuspecting guests, but secure them he did.
While Rico was out obtaining the cell phones, 10 chairs had been set-up inside the HQ susunod to each other for everyone to sit on as they worked on cracking the codes. When Rico returned, Skipper was sitting in the leftmost chair with Marlene to his right.
“Thank you,” Skipper sinabi as Rico handed him a cell phone and then began to pass them out to everyone else. “All right, everyone, when you get your phone, access the log-on page and get crackin’.”
“Access denied,” Julien sinabi as he read what appeared on his screen after trying his first code. “So, how many tries do we make before we give up?”
Skipper’s face twitched a little as he heard Julien’s question.
“This takes as long as it takes; we go until we succeed,” Skipper declared as he stood up.
He then placed a flipper under one of Marlene’s arms and lifted her onto her feet to face the others.
“If anyone ever feels like quitting, just remember that this is who you’re fighting for,” Skipper spoke sincerely. “She’s been there for all of us at one time or another; now’s the time to ipakita her that we care.”
Skipper then let go of Marlene, and they both sat down at exactly 10:30 a.m. and began trying to crack the code alongside everyone else. Everyone was so energized sa pamamagitan ng Skipper’s remarks that they all began to lose track of time as the susunod few hours of code-cracking attempts passed by. That was until a familiar sound alerted the penguins to what time it was.
“I don’t care, Alice,” Skipper stated out loud as he heard the zookeeper drop off the penguins’ afternoon fish. “I’ll eat only when the battle is won.”
The other penguins were somewhat hungry, but they, too, recognized that there were madami pressing matters at hand than filling their bellies. Everyone continued to push on for a good long while until Mason broke the focus and the silence.
“Skipper, what if the humans realize that there are 10 mga hayop made up of six different species that are nowhere to be seen in their habitats today?” he wondered.
“I don’t do hypotheticals, simian,” Skipper replied. “Let them think whatever they want to.”
The hours continued to pass with no success; the daylight began to wane. Before anyone knew it, the zoo was closed; sa pamamagitan ng the time they realized it, it was opening back up again.
“I still don’t care, Alice,” Skipper declared as she brought sa pamamagitan ng the penguins’ afternoon fish, a full 24 hours after she last had; she was a bit perplexed at why the isda she had delivered the araw before had gone uneaten.
oras after hour, code after code, nothing worked. But everyone still pressed on; it was at the brink of madness.
“Why is the world against Marlene?!” Skipper shouted as he pounded a flipper against the phone’s keyboard. “Why?!”
The zoo closed again for the night. The evening came, followed sa pamamagitan ng night. Eventually, after a 36-hour marathon, it had to come to an end.
When the clock reached 10:30 p.m. -- now Wednesday night -- Skipper threw his flippers up.
“That’s it,” he ordered. “Finish whatever code you were working on, then turn your phones off. I’m afraid it’s time for Plan B.”
“What’s Plan B?” Marlene turned to ask Skipper.
“The ‘B’ is for ‘bed,’ Marlene,” Skipper replied. “I really hate giving up, but we’ve all been at it for 36 hours already -- anymore and we’d probably soon collapse.”
Skipper then placed a flipper on Marlene’s shoulder; there was one madami plan that he had in reserve.
“There is still is Operation: Eleventh Hour,” Skipper stated. “And that will be put into effect tomorrow.”
“How does it work?” Marlene inquired.
“It works because this whole nightmare will finally end tomorrow,” Skipper declared. “Now things are going to get hairy around here, but luckily for us we won’t be here to see it.”
“So you are giving Rico permission to use the dynamite?” Marlene figured.
“No,” Skipper chuckled. “Tomorrow morning at O-dark-thirty, I’m going to take you–”
“Wait,” Marlene broke-in, “what’s ‘O-dark-thirty’?”
“It’s military jargon -- it means really early in the morning before the sun comes up,” Skipper answered.
“Oh,” Marlene said. “Go on.”
“Well, in the morning at -- let’s just say 4:30 -- I’m going to come over and take you down into the sewer with me,” Skipper continued. “This way you won’t be in your habitat when the humans come for you. Now it’s going to be a long, cold araw down there, but once we kill the deadline victory is ours -- and mainly yours.”
“Cold?” Marlene wondered. “Couldn’t we just hide out here at the HQ instead?”
“Negative,” Skipper replied. “Tomorrow when you go missing, the zookeepers are going to tear this place apart looking for you; they’re going to go over the whole zoo with a fine-toothed comb. Now this HQ is a well-hidden and fortified facility, but I can’t risk that one in a million chance that they find you here, because then you’ll be heading west.”
“But they could still find it,” Marlene said.
“I highly doubt that,” Skipper declared, “but better they find it than you.”
Marlene smiled.
“In that case,” she said, “I guess I’ll be bringing a scarf in the morning.”
“Yeah,” Skipper chuckled. “And I’ll have Rico hack us up some earmuffs before I leave.”
“So, what happens after we kill the deadline?” Marlene asked.
“Still a lot of waiting, I’m afraid,” Skipper replied. “We’ll be in constant contact with the boys at the HQ sa pamamagitan ng radio, but we can’t come back up until I get word that another hayop ng oter has been brought to St. Louis. Realistically, it could be a araw or two. But then you get to mysteriously ipakita up in your habitat again -- it’ll probably even make the news as a human interest story.”
“So I might end up in The New York Times after all?” Marlene wondered.
“Anything is possible,” Skipper smiled as he patted Marlene on the back. “Now go get some sleep; I’ll see you bright and early in the morning.”
With that, Marlene left the HQ and headed back home. Skipper then thanked and dismissed the lemurs and chimps before assembling his team to tell them of the operation he had planned for the susunod morning with Marlene.
After he was finished explaining everything, Skipper pulled Rico aside. There was one madami thing he needed done.
“Everything we’ve tried to do for Marlene has so far failed, so I can’t take anymore chances; nothing can stop me from success this time,” he said. “Now I do not expect a war to break out tomorrow, but we do need to be prepared in case one does.”
“Prepared, how?” Rico asked.
“Regurgitate all the metal tools in your gut, melt them down, and forge munitions,” Skipper ordered. “I need you to stay up and do this for me now so I can get some sleep for tomorrow; when you’re done, you can sleep-in as long as you want to in the morning.”
“Deal,” Rico agreed as he then hacked-up a crowbar. “Allow me to get started.”
And with that, Skipper smiled as he waddled over to his bunk and climbed up into it. He didn’t want it to come to Operation: Eleventh Hour, but he knew that this time he had a plan that could not fail.
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(HQ)
skipper:alright men we have traing today
Private:can't we have a araw off please
Skipper:no
Kowalski:please
Skipper:No!
Rico:PLEASE!
skipper:FINE
penguins:YAH!!!!
(3 hours later and TV turns on)
Skipper:hey what's going on?
Private:I don't know
Dr.Blowhole:pen-guy-ins
Skipper:BLOWHOLE
blowhole:miss me I know I did
Kowalski:no we didn't
(ringtails cames in)
Julien:hello silly penguins
Skipper:RINGTAILS
kowalski:well what do u want
Blowhole:oh nothing is that I have one of your teammates
(private shows on the screen)
Skipper:whoa did not see that caming
Kowalski:PRIVATE!!!!!
Rico:grrr bark bark
skipper:alright men we have traing today
Private:can't we have a araw off please
Skipper:no
Kowalski:please
Skipper:No!
Rico:PLEASE!
skipper:FINE
penguins:YAH!!!!
(3 hours later and TV turns on)
Skipper:hey what's going on?
Private:I don't know
Dr.Blowhole:pen-guy-ins
Skipper:BLOWHOLE
blowhole:miss me I know I did
Kowalski:no we didn't
(ringtails cames in)
Julien:hello silly penguins
Skipper:RINGTAILS
kowalski:well what do u want
Blowhole:oh nothing is that I have one of your teammates
(private shows on the screen)
Skipper:whoa did not see that caming
Kowalski:PRIVATE!!!!!
Rico:grrr bark bark
Harry:Alex today is your special araw
Alex:fun-sized araw
Harry:yeah I guess and we get to do whatever u want
Alex:aw your a nice boyfriend
Harry:yeah I guess
Mars:where are u going can I come
Alex:yes and I don't know where were going
Mars:how about laser tag I pag-ibig laser tag so do u Alex
Alex:true and we could also go to the zoo
Harry:so laser tag first?
Alex and mars:YEAH!
(at laser tag)
Alex:me,mariella and Hermy are one team and u and Ron on another
Ron:wow u vs your girlfriend
Harry:SHUT UP!
Alex:GO!
(alex shot Ron)
Alex:BOOMBA!!!!
mariella:now Harry
(after laser tag)
Alex:I bet your team hahahahaha
Harry:hahahahaha okay Alex u won know to the zoo
End of part 1 wonder if skipper falls for Alex
Alex:fun-sized araw
Harry:yeah I guess and we get to do whatever u want
Alex:aw your a nice boyfriend
Harry:yeah I guess
Mars:where are u going can I come
Alex:yes and I don't know where were going
Mars:how about laser tag I pag-ibig laser tag so do u Alex
Alex:true and we could also go to the zoo
Harry:so laser tag first?
Alex and mars:YEAH!
(at laser tag)
Alex:me,mariella and Hermy are one team and u and Ron on another
Ron:wow u vs your girlfriend
Harry:SHUT UP!
Alex:GO!
(alex shot Ron)
Alex:BOOMBA!!!!
mariella:now Harry
(after laser tag)
Alex:I bet your team hahahahaha
Harry:hahahahaha okay Alex u won know to the zoo
End of part 1 wonder if skipper falls for Alex
So we decided to play hide and seek I was the seeker first so the first ibong dagat i found was Rico and then Skipper and Kowalski and Lily.
Rico was mad when he was the seeker and thought it will be fun if he murdered someone or a lots of someones.
so i hid it the hotdog cart.kowalski was hiding in the elepante habitat and skipper and lily hid together.
Rico held a bat and hit kowalski and he ran off and he was so happy because he never felt so good before. It started to rain Pusa and Aso it was nasty out we all went in the HQ without Kowalski following in and we started to worry where he was and we went back out nowhere to be found and we found the bat and the body
But the king still fearful for his girls life decred that all spining weels shall be burned.and so it was done.the 3 good sorsoris know a bonfire was not going to stop jane so they made a plan. the plan was to raice the child themselfs without magic.and so the king and qween wacthed as there only child disappered into the night.
28 YEARS LATER
marlene keeped her name and grow up to be the most bueatifulist hayop ng oter in the land.she was loved sa pamamagitan ng all she know.at the forbiddin pcik jane had not yet found marlene.it was marlene's 28th bday.the araw jane's corese was to come true.meanwile tamon was takeing his horse for a storel when he heard marlene's pag-awit he sing along.
28 YEARS LATER
marlene keeped her name and grow up to be the most bueatifulist hayop ng oter in the land.she was loved sa pamamagitan ng all she know.at the forbiddin pcik jane had not yet found marlene.it was marlene's 28th bday.the araw jane's corese was to come true.meanwile tamon was takeing his horse for a storel when he heard marlene's pag-awit he sing along.
