Chapter 3: Baby Pointers.
“Now if you’ll excuse us, Marlene,” Skipper said, “we have to learn how to be mommies…or daddies.”
“Really? I think I could help Du with that.”
“Phht,” Skipper scoffed, “what would Du know about babies?”
“Well, baby care is Mehr of a…lady’s thing,” Marlene pointed out. “I was just thinking I could give Du a few pointers.”
“We’d appreciate the help, Marlene,” Private said, gratefully.
“Ok, first tip in baby care; keep weapons and other dangerous things out of their reach. In other words, baby-proof the HQ,”
“That’s easily done,” Skipper said. “We’ll do it tonight.”
“Good, ok, what’s next? Oh yeah, make sure one of Du is always watching them,” Marlene sagte then added. “Also, make sure that one isn’t Rico.”
“Will do, Marlene.”
“Good and finally, if Du need a sitter, I’m always available.”
“That’s good to know, Marlene,” Private said.
“Good, that’s good. Ok, well, I guess that’s it for now. If I think of anything else, I know where to find you. See ya,”
“Bye Marlene,” Private said, waving. He went on alert when he heard a noise. He turned to Skipper, where the sound was coming from.
“Skippah?” he looked down at Skipper’s feet. “Look sir,”
“My egg, it’s hatching,” Skipper said, half surprised half nervous. He picked it up.
“What do I do?” Rico and Private shrugged.
Before anyone could do anything, the shell fell away and Skipper was left holding a fluffy chick in his flippers. The baby blinked his eyes at Skipper.
“Well, this is unexpected,” he muttered.
“What’s unexpected about it, Skippah?” Private asked.
“The other one’s hatching,” he handed the chick to Private and picked up the other egg.
Moments later, Skipper was holding his son and daughter. Both had sapphire blue eyes and looked identical. The girl had eyelashes on her eyes.
“What are Du going to name them, Skippah?”
“I was thinking of Manfreedia and Johnson,” Skipper said, “but I actually think Ace and Cam are better names.”
“Oh, yes,” Private agreed, stroking Cam’s fluffy head. He couldn’t help but smile. “Can…can I hold her?” he asked.
Skipper nodded and handed him Cam. Private held her tenderly, in his flippers.
“Her eyes,” he said, “match yours, sir. Both of theirs do. It’s almost as if, they are your children.”
“But that’s impossible,” Skipper said. “I haven’t been in contact with any female penguins.”
“Yeah, maybe it’s just a coincidence.”
Marlene jumped over the fence.
“I just remembered something; Du know how penguins feed their young, ri-OH MY GOODNESS!!!” her face lit up at the sight of Skipper and Private holding the twins.
“Aww, those are the cutest, little, fluff balls I have ever seen!” she squealed.
“Calm down, Marlene,” Private said. “You’re scaring them.”
“Oh, right. Sorry,” Marlene smiled sheepishly. “What are they’re names?”
“This here is Ace and Private’s holding Cam,” Skipper said.
“When did they hatch?”
“Just after Du left.” Marlene smiled.
“Now if you’ll excuse us, Marlene,” Skipper said, “we have to learn how to be mommies…or daddies.”
“Really? I think I could help Du with that.”
“Phht,” Skipper scoffed, “what would Du know about babies?”
“Well, baby care is Mehr of a…lady’s thing,” Marlene pointed out. “I was just thinking I could give Du a few pointers.”
“We’d appreciate the help, Marlene,” Private said, gratefully.
“Ok, first tip in baby care; keep weapons and other dangerous things out of their reach. In other words, baby-proof the HQ,”
“That’s easily done,” Skipper said. “We’ll do it tonight.”
“Good, ok, what’s next? Oh yeah, make sure one of Du is always watching them,” Marlene sagte then added. “Also, make sure that one isn’t Rico.”
“Will do, Marlene.”
“Good and finally, if Du need a sitter, I’m always available.”
“That’s good to know, Marlene,” Private said.
“Good, that’s good. Ok, well, I guess that’s it for now. If I think of anything else, I know where to find you. See ya,”
“Bye Marlene,” Private said, waving. He went on alert when he heard a noise. He turned to Skipper, where the sound was coming from.
“Skippah?” he looked down at Skipper’s feet. “Look sir,”
“My egg, it’s hatching,” Skipper said, half surprised half nervous. He picked it up.
“What do I do?” Rico and Private shrugged.
Before anyone could do anything, the shell fell away and Skipper was left holding a fluffy chick in his flippers. The baby blinked his eyes at Skipper.
“Well, this is unexpected,” he muttered.
“What’s unexpected about it, Skippah?” Private asked.
“The other one’s hatching,” he handed the chick to Private and picked up the other egg.
Moments later, Skipper was holding his son and daughter. Both had sapphire blue eyes and looked identical. The girl had eyelashes on her eyes.
“What are Du going to name them, Skippah?”
“I was thinking of Manfreedia and Johnson,” Skipper said, “but I actually think Ace and Cam are better names.”
“Oh, yes,” Private agreed, stroking Cam’s fluffy head. He couldn’t help but smile. “Can…can I hold her?” he asked.
Skipper nodded and handed him Cam. Private held her tenderly, in his flippers.
“Her eyes,” he said, “match yours, sir. Both of theirs do. It’s almost as if, they are your children.”
“But that’s impossible,” Skipper said. “I haven’t been in contact with any female penguins.”
“Yeah, maybe it’s just a coincidence.”
Marlene jumped over the fence.
“I just remembered something; Du know how penguins feed their young, ri-OH MY GOODNESS!!!” her face lit up at the sight of Skipper and Private holding the twins.
“Aww, those are the cutest, little, fluff balls I have ever seen!” she squealed.
“Calm down, Marlene,” Private said. “You’re scaring them.”
“Oh, right. Sorry,” Marlene smiled sheepishly. “What are they’re names?”
“This here is Ace and Private’s holding Cam,” Skipper said.
“When did they hatch?”
“Just after Du left.” Marlene smiled.