"Um... What the frick? Where am I?"

I was tired, having just awoke from an unwanted sleep. I was grogey too. I ignore the feeling immedantly, just in case I had to jump into action. Being a secret agent, I remembered my training, and took into account the surroundings. I wasn't dangleing over allygators, or lava, or a pit of eels. I was not stuck in some stupid trap nor could I hear Doof rambleing in the backround. In I saw and heard nothing. But I could smell moldy wood, and I felt hay covering the hard surface on which I sat. There was no doubting it, I was in a crate!

*KNOCK KNOCK!* Shortly after I had knocked on the crate, a ferm voice spoke up.

"Who are you, state your name and buisnes here!" So I, didn't like it when anybody, except my superiors, ordered me around like he was royalty. So I got smug with him.

"Well nosey I should just ask you the same thing, but I'll play along. My name is Perry Flynn."

"What's your buisnes here?"

"Uhhh... What do you think idot, I'm stuck in a friggin' crate!"

The voice then spoke up again, but he wasn't addressing me. "Rico! Get that poor animal out of that crate!" Again with the orders? Before I knew it a chainsaw had cut me out of the crate, and I saw the animal named Rico, and he was a penguin, and there were three others, a short stumpy one with a large chest and a flat head, a shorter and stumpier one than the other, and the fourth was very tall and held a clipbord. Then I pointed my attention to the Asian otter, in my opinion she was fairly attractive. Not that it matters. In the backround I saw other animals in cages and a large belltower above the entrance. WHERE AM I!