I will eat your soul!

CHAPTER 4: King Julien’s fruit Salad
Marlene was just about to serve dîner for Skipper when they both heard a loud voice coming out from upstairs. They saw all sorts of fruits: bananas, coconuts, pineapples and pears, falling down on the ground one after another.
Skipper didn’t have to wait for King Julien to appear, he already knew who was the cause of all the commotion.
“Ringtail!” he cried, pressing his flipper to his aching forehead. “What is it this time?! Throwing fruits all over our HQ? What has got into you? Seriously, Marlene, that monkey is going crazier par each day!”
“He-heeeh!...

TDH: This one's slow, but the suivant one shall be interesting.

"And then she stuffed the device back under her pillow!" Skipper, Private, and Rico watched Kowalski in awe as he resites last night's experience. Nameless and Camille left for a stroll around the zoo about an heure ago.

Skipper, though satisfied with plus proof supporting the case of Nameless being a spy, seemed a bit skeptical.
"You're sure of what toi saw, Kowalski?"

"104% positive!"

"Okay, lets see." Skipper waddled over to Nameless's bunk. He picked up the pillow. There was nothing there. Skipper turned back to Kowalski, his eyes narrowed....

Note: This chapter is not in Nathan's PoV. Read on and you'll see why.

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It had been a week since the mission with X. Private woke up first, much to his surprise. Stretching, he yawned and jumped down from his bed. As he looked around, Private felt as if something was missing. He looked around again and soon discovered what. "Everybody wake up! Nathan's gone!"

Wide awake, the other penguins flipped out of their bunks. "What?" asked Skipper.

Wordlessly, Private pointed to the empty bunk. Kowalski waddled over to it. He spied a note on the lit and picked it up. "He left a note."

"What does...

"Does anyone besides me feel an odd sense of déjà vu?" asked Kowalski.

"I do," a dit Skipper.

Rico nodded vigorously. "Uh huh!"

"Just a little," noted Private.

"I take it you've all been here before," I said. "Turn left!"

Skipper turned left just in time. The rest of us followed. "Thanks for trusting me," I said.

"Instinct," replied Skipper. "Years of military ordering programmed me to obey a direct order on the first thought."

"Really?" a dit Kowalski.

Skipper glanced back at him. "Don't even try it, ou I'll give toi maintenance duty for a month."

He turned my gaze to me. "May I ask why toi chose left?"...