A.N.- Hello! Here is my newest story.Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Female Team

(Nobody's POV)

It is an early, boring Monday morning at the penguin habitat at West Park Zoo. But, these aren't any normal penguins. Nope. These penguins are a group of female commando penguins known by their animal neighbors as the 'crazy psychopaths next-door.' But they aren't really all that crazy...maybe just a bit. But, other than that, they are just trying to keep their zoo and territory safe from evil.

The leader of these girls is Skippsy. She has a flat-ish head and her black feathers are arranged in a short bob-styled do. She is the third tallest on the team and has piercing ice-blue eyes.

Skippsy's second in command, team scientist, and lieutenant is Marissa. Marissa is the tallest penguin on the team. She has green eyes and wears a pair of brown glasses. Her black feathers are pulled back into a small, low pony-tail.

Skippsy's third in command is also her weapons specialist and sergeant; her name is Rachel. She is the second tallest of the group. Rachel has long black and purple striped bangs and sky-blue eyes. She wears a tan backpack from which she can pull just about anything and when she talks, she has a slight Spanish accent.

The last member of Skippsy's team is Trixy. She is the team's private and mechanic, she is also the shortest member of the team by a couple of inches. Trixy has yellow feathers tied back into a long pony-tail with a bow and her bangs are clipped up out of her eyes by a green hari-clip. She has dark blue eyes and wears a bright pink ribbon around her neck. She also has a strong British accent.

"Okay, girls, today is a very special day." says Skippsy to her team during their morning breakfast of fish.

"Oh? What's today, Skippsy?" asks Trixy. "Why is it so special?"

"Today we get our new assignment from the main headquarters. This will decide what we will do for the next few weeks."

"Oh. Alright."

"Skippsy, do you know when or how headquarters is going to contact us?" asks Marissa. Skippsy shakes her head.

"Nope. That's the way of the headquarters; no one ever knows." Skippsy replies taking a sip of her coffee. She makes a face and looks at it. "Yuck. I forgot to add the fish." She then gets up and gets a small hering out of the refrigerator. She drops it into the coffee and stirs. Skippsy takes another sip and nods. "Much better. Anyway, all that I can say is that we must be ready for anything. And I DO mean anything."

"Really? Anything at all? Even smoke signals, Skippsy?" Trixy asks, Skippsy nods.

"Especially smoke signals."

"Oh...I wouldn't have thought that they used smoke signals..."

"That's exactly what Nicole and Bethany thought back in the tropics of Mexico. The poor girls were returned to us in bottles on llama back. So, unless any of you would like to end up like them, I'd suggest we be on our highest alert for the whole day today." Marissa, Rachel, and Trixy groan.

"Okay, so how are we exactly going to do this, Skippsy? I mean, don't we need to train, too?" Rachel asks. Skippsy nods and then shrugs.

"We do need to train...so, I don't know. Marissa, options."

"Um..." Marissa says pulling a clip-board from behind her; she flips through a few pages. "We could do shifts...or yeah, I think that's the best option." Skippsy nods.

"Okay, everyone, you heard her; we'll have shifts so that we know that someone is always on the look out for a communication line from headquarters. I'll take first shift; Trixy, the second; Marissa, the third; and Rachel, the fourth. Then we'll repeat." They all nod in reply.

"Um, one question first, Skippsy. How long is each shift going to be?" Trixy asks. The leader ponders this for a moment.

"Uh...let's just say an hour for now. While I do my shift, though, I want you all to continue through with your morning training; Marissa will lead it." Rachel, Marissa, and Trixy nod and go topside.

(Skippsy's POV)

I sit back in a chair beside the telephone. I hope they'll hurry up; I don't like having to adjust my life so that I can wait for one phone call...or TV phone call, or anything. *Sigh.*

-An Hour Later-

(Trixy's POV)

I sit in the chair Skippsy left near the phone. I grab a book from under my pillow and read it while I wait for my shift to be over.

*Brrrrriiiiiiing! Brrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiing!*

I pick up the phone. "Uh, hello. This is Private Trixy of Skippah Skippsy's HQ; how may I help you?"

"Hello, this is General Bob." says the general on the phone. I have to hold my beak to keep from snickering. "Get your commanding officer on the line."

"Yes, sir!" I put the phone on hold and run to get Skippsy. "Skippsy! There's a general on the phone that wants to talk to you." Skippsy nods and enters the HQ. I follow her. She picks up the phone.

"Skipper Skippsy here." She says.