A/N: I went back and reread these drabbles and decided to continue them, as long as I have ideas. xDD I'm working on all sorts of things. Anyways, what I did on these ones is I put my mp3 player on shuffle and named each piece after the song that came on. You guys should try it, it's a lot of fun. ^^

The Penguin Credo

23. Beautiful World by Colin Hay

Private sat on the zoo's gate, in front of the large bell placed on top. He stared out at the city that never sleeps. It always hid the stars, but the lights that painted the sky instead made up for it, in his own opinion. It wasn't natural, but even humans could create wonderful things. New York at night was definitely one of those.

"Private."

He youngest penguin looked up as he heard his leader's voice, a smile spreading over his beak. "Hello Skippa. Care to join me."

"You're not supposed to be out here alone," Skipper pointed out, taking a seat at the edge next to Private. "Never swim alone, remember?"

"I know. Sorry Skippa. I just wanted to look out here."

"Air recon?" Skipper asked, smirking. "Good man."

"No," Private answered, shaking his head. "Just looking at the city is all."

Skipper raised an eyebrow, following the younger penguin's eyes out to the city. He could hear the traffic, the humans screaming at each other. New York had a distinct scent to it as well, like garbage and gasoline and other chemicals. He made a face. "Why?"

The younger penguin was close to rolling his eyes, but managed to fight the urge. "Because it's beautiful."

Skipper sent him a dry look. "Yeah, alright Private."

"I'm serious, Skippa!" Private shook his head, pointing to the city. "Just look at the lights. All in a pattern." He grinned as he saw a billboard light up some distance away, creating a heart with what looked like a pair of names in it. He couldn't quite tell, as he couldn't really read. "Look, isn't that sweet?" he practically squealed with delight."

The leader chuckled, shaking his head and standing up. "You're too innocent, Private." Private didn't seem to mind as he walked away. To be honest, he was glad that Private was still so naive. He was young. He needed to see the beauty in the world before he saw the bad.

24. Apple Store Love Song by Fatty Spins (yes, I know. xDD)

"Move out men!"

The penguins fanned out, sliding on their bellies across linoleum floor. It had been a long time since they had to go to an electronics store, but ever since the lemurs broke in and destroyed their TV, they'd become bored out of their mind. Finally Skipper consented to getting a new one, much to the others' delight.

"What about this one, Skippa?" Private asked, pointing to a huge, 42 inch TV.

"Woah." Skipper blinked at the television that could easily fit all four of them inside of it, as well as possibly Marlene, the chimps, and the lemurs. "Sorry Private, we can't fit that into the HQ. And luck boys?"

There was a silence. Skipper blinked, turning his eyes. When he saw what had distracted them, he rolled his eyes. Kowalski appeared to actually be drooling over. And Rico... Rico looked very annoyed by it, glaring at the computer as if it had wronged him in some way. Poor psycho. His affections for Kowalski were obvious, but unfortunately, as smart as Kowalski was, sometimes he ws clueless.

"Kowalski!"

"It has a multi-core processor, Skipper!" Kowalski cried, hopping from foot to foot eagerly. "Can we keep it? Please? Pleasepleaseplease?"

"No," Skipper answered simply.

"Why?" Kowalski whined like a child, looking longingly at the computer.

"Maybe 'cause it won't live long with Rico there," Private suggested with a little giggle.

Kowalski blinked, turning to look at Rico. The hefty penguin was holding a chainsaw, getting ready to split the computer in two. "Gah! No! Don't hurt her!" Kowalski tackled him.

Skipper rolled his eyes, looking at the youngest penguin. "C'mon Private. We'll let them settle it."

25. You Had a Bad Day by Daniel Powter

"Damn it!"

The penguins remained silent as Skipper grabbed the nearest object, his coffee cup, hurling it across the room and causing it to shatter against the concrete wall. Private visibly flinched at the sound it created. Kowalski rested a hand on his back to comfort him some, despite being nervous himself.

"Skippa, we couldn't stop it," Private pointed out quietly.

"Yes we could've!" Skipper snapped, immediately silencing him. "There are all things we could've done! We could've traveled together. We could've stopped Blowhole sooner! I could've gone back for them!"

"I?" Rico repeated.

The others hadn't missed it either, Skipper switching from 'we' to 'I'. Kowalski frowned. "It was their own fault, Skipper..." He hated to say it, but it was. Manfredi and Johnson had always gotten themselves into trouble... It had just finally caught up with them.

Skipper took a deep breath, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "But I'm the leader. I should've... should've trained them better."

Private found Skipper another mug, making him some coffee and adding in a fish. Rico and Kowalski led Skipper to the table and Private set the mug before him.

Skipper released a deep sigh, staring down at his cup. "I could've helped them."

"Nuh-uh," Rico grunted.

"Rico's right," Kowalski told him.

Private nodded in agreement. "You did all you could, Skippa."

The leader took a sip of his coffee, fiddling with the fish tail miserably. "And it still wasn't enough."