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The Occasional Trip to the Seashore Part 1It is a quiet, almost peaceful morning in the Manhattan Central Park zoo. Skipper has already given morning training, dismissed the team for their prescheduled half day, and now sits relaxing at the dimly lit table of the HQ, fish coffee in flipper.
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The soldier tenses as the all too familiar sound of puffin feet climbing down metal bars hits his ear holes. "What do you want, Hans?" Skipper was never one to like surprises. "And what are you doing here? Doesn't Ma have you under lock and key?"
Taking this as his invitation, the puffin walks in and up to the table. "Vell, with your team out giving Ma a fun mother's day, I thought itz would make it eazy for uz to have a nice chat."
"I've got nothing nice to say to a Dane like you, Hans." Skipper keeps eye contact with the bird across from him, taking a sip out of his metal mug.
"Oh, I tink you do, my frienemy. After all, ve never really got to catch up. I heard you got married in Africa . It'z a shame I vasn't invited to da wedding."