"So...where are we going?" Dylan asked Kyle, as the pinguin and raccoon wandered around the neighbour-hood. Dylan looked at all the houses, wondering if one of them was where they were supposed to be staying. They all looked well kept and lived in.
"No idea," Kyle sighed, also looking around. I don't think I've been here before.
"Where in Australia are we?"
"I think it's Denmark," Kyle said, stopping to think. "I've heard CC mention it a couple times."
"There's Denmark in Australia?"
"Well, yes. Otherwise, Skipper couldn't have come." Kyle shrugged.

He spotted a tall tree.
"Think we should climb up there and get a look around?" he suggested. "CC has described the house very clearly. I'm sure we could recognise it."
"We'll give it a try," Dylan agreed.

He and Kyle started climbing. The baum was very tall. They reached the top, and Kyle looked around.
"I think I see it!" he exclaimed, letting go of a branch to point. Dylan looked in the directiong of his flipper. He had to shift his postion, in order to see.

Bad mistake.

Dylan's branch snapped in two, and he fell out of the tree, landing on the grass, with a loud thud. Kyle shouted to him.
"DYLAN! Du OK?" Dylan didn't answer, only groaned.

The front door to the house they were in front of opened. A young girl stepped out, and saw Dylan.
"I didn't know we had raccoons around here," she said, picking him up. "Come on little guy, I'll take care of you. Du look hurt." She went back inside and shut the door.

Kyle moaned.
"Great," he grumbled. "Now I have to save Dylan from a human, in order to get to the house. How am I supposed to do THAT?" He climbed out of the tree, and sat on the grass, thinking.

He finally got an idea...hopefully it'll work. He went to a window and opened it. He climbed inside the house, and sneaked down the hallway. He went into a room, and immediatly hid from veiw. The girl was lying Dylan in a box, lined with a soft towel. Dylan didn't seem to happy, and kept trying to escape.

"Don't worry," the girl said. "My mum's a vet, and she'll see if you're hurt when she gets home."
"And when will THAT be?" Dylan shouted, even though she couldn't understand her. Kyle stayed hidden, as she left the room.

Kyle snuck up to the box. He was just about to reach it, when a dog jumped in his way. It was an bulldog, looking absolutly terrorfying. Kyle gasped.
"YIKES!" he screeched, dodging it's chomping jaws.
"Kyle?" Dylan called from the box.
"Don't get out!" Kyle warned. Dylan pulled himself up the side, looked over, then ducked back into the box.
"Why didn't Du tell me there was a dog?" Kyle asked.
"I didn't know!" Dylan snapped. "Stop expecting me know!"
"Forget it!" Kyle snapped back, trying to keep away from the dog. "Just do something!"

He jumped away, but the dog was faster, and grabbed his feet in it's mouth. It shook him side to side.
"Dyl-l-l-a-a-a-n-n-n!!" he cried. "D-o-o-o-o-o-o so-o-o-m-m-m-th-th-th-ing-ing-ing!"
"What DO I do?"
"Stop this dog, for one thing," Kyle snapped, while the dog stopped shaking him for a second. It soon resumed, and Kyle was whipped from side to side.

The dog stopped suddenly, listening intently. It dropped Kyle, who quickly scrambled away, just before the girl came back in the room, followed Von a woman, most likely her mother.
"He's in here," the girl said, Wird angezeigt her the box.
"And where did Du say Du found him, Emily?"
"Just outside, under the tree."

The mother examined Dylan for a minute.
"He doesn't seem injured at all. Du better take him back where Du found him."
"Yes, mum," Emily replied, picking up the box. She carried it outside to the tree, and Dylan jumped out. Kyle Climbed back out the window, and hurried over to him.

"Fun ride?" Dylan asked, looking at Kyle, whose feathers were all ruffled, and his feet were bleeding slightly.
"Don't...say...anything," Kyle growled. Dylan stifled a laugh, as they continued on their way to the house.