The next morning, Skipper trudged over to the coffee machine and poured a cup into his mug with a yawn.
“Couldn’t sleep, Skipper,” Kowalski said coming to his side with a flipper-full of fish.
“Not really,” Skipper replied taking a fish and stirring it in his coffee.
“That so?” Kowalski said with an underlying smile.
Skipper looked at him. “You know I turned in late,” he said insistently.
“Yet you’ve gotten through the day on less, before,” Kowalski pointed out before swallowing a fish.
Skipper rolled his eyes. “Two minutes to finish breakfast and then I want everyone topside,” he announced, ignoring Kowalski’s persistence.
“Yes, sir,” Private and Rico replied as they started downing their fish and making their way up to the hatch.
“Sir, yes, sir,” Kowalski said afterward, still eyeing his leader. Then he turned and followed the team out.
Skipper glared at Kowalski as he left, but then he sighed and laid his mug down, his appetite gone.
About ten minutes later, Skipper was leading the team through their morning exercises, commanding them with, “Kick! Punch! Backflip! Ura Ushiro Mawashi Geri!”
“Hey, guys!” Marlene said hopping into their habitat.
“Standby,” Skipper said as he held up a flipper to halt the exercises, which the team inadvertently mimicked. “Morning, Marlene,” he said watching her carefully.
“Isn’t it just a beautiful morning?” Marlene replied wistfully.
“Bet it is now,” Kowalski mumbled under his breath. Skipper glared at him for a moment, and then he turned back to Marlene.
“It’s okay, I suppose,” he replied impassively. “What brings you here?”
“Oh, just thought I’d drop in to say hey,” Marlene replied lacing her fingers in front of her.
“Well, we’re doing some drills right now, so if you—”
“Come now, Skipper,” Kowalski interrupted, “don’t be rude. It looks like Marlene wants to tell us something.”
Skipper resisted the urge to slap his lieutenant. Then he turned to Marlene as she spoke.
“Well, actually, now that you mention it,” she started, “I do have some news about Antonio.”
Skipper felt his muscles tense upon hearing that name.
“What about him?” Private asked innocently.
Marlene giggled, causing the penguins to exchange curious glances. “Well, you won’t believe this, but he plays Spanish guitar,” she said tensing with excitement. “And he’s so romantic,” she said with a sigh.
Before Skipper could respond, Marlene stepped up to him. “He also told me that a little birdy’s been talking to him. Like telling him my favorite flowers and snack. Would you happen to know anything about that?” she asked eyeing him suspiciously.
Skipper hesitated. “No,” he said finally, “I wouldn’t.”
Marlene playfully rolled her eyes. “Okay,” she said, “whatever you say. I just hope whoever it really is knows that I’m grateful, and that I can handle it from here.”
Skipper didn’t respond. Marlene smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thanks for being a good friend. I owe you,” she said.
“No problem, Marlene,” Skipper replied hastily putting his flippers on her back.
Marlene kissed him on the cheek. “See you later,” she said before turning and leaving.
A moment later, Kowalski cleared his throat and Skipper realized he was staring. He quickly pulled himself together and said, “All right, boys, back to drills. I want sharper movements, and fiercer ferocity!”
— § —
Marlene laughed as Antonio held her in a dip. For the past half-hour, Antonio had been teaching her the tango in her cave. He pulled her back up and twirled her, and then held her close, clasping her paw outstretched in front of them as they stepped forward to the beat. He switched directions sharply, holding out the opposite paw. Then he sharply spun her and grabbed her in a slight dip, and Marlene threw her head back and kicked out a leg, pointing her toe.
They held the position for a couple of seconds before Antonio pulled her up. “My, Marlene, you are a very fast learner,” Antonio commended.
Marlene smiled. “I guess the music just speaks to me,” she said.
Antonio smiled back. “I can tell,” he replied.
The two held eye contact, Antonio’s paws still braced on her waist. Antonio looked down at Marlene’s paws, which were resting on his chest. Marlene bashfully looked down and Antonio tipped her chin.
“You’re pretty cute when you’re shy,” he said gently tracing her jawline with his finger.
Marlene arched a brow. “And any other time?” she inquired.
Antonio smiled suavely. “There is no word to describe it,” he answered.
Marlene laughed nervously. “Antonio,” she protested. “Are you always such a flirt?”
Antonio chuckled. “If you want the truth, yes. But it wasn’t until I met you that I want more than just a date or a good time. I can’t help but feel this connection when I’m with you. It’s like we’re—meant for each other,” he said cupping his paw on her cheek.
Marlene made a doubtful face. “How do I know you haven’t used that one before?” she asked.
Antonio sighed. “Well, I did, once. And I meant it then too. Then she cheated on me,” he said sadly. “I was—humiliated. I came to Central Park to, ah, ‘start things fresh,’ as they say,” he said not meeting her eye.
Marlene studied him for a moment. “I’m sorry,” she replied softly.
Antonio shook his head. “It is all in the past. My point is that now is different. Here, with you, I have never felt this way about anyone, not even her. I know I’ve only known you for a short time, but Marlene, you are just so kind, and smart, and full of life. I love your sense of humor, the way you laugh, how you listen to whatever I say with an open heart and an open mind.” He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. “I hope that you didn’t feel like I was moving too fast last night. I just saw the moonlight in your eyes and the water glinting off your fur and I just . . . lost myself,” he said softly.
Marlene looked back into his eyes for a moment, and then she shook her head. “No, you didn’t move too fast. I admit, I was a bit—reluctant at first because I’m—well, like I said before, I’m not very experienced in relationships. But, with you, I don’t know. You’re just—so easy to talk to. I’ve enjoyed our time together,” she admitted.
Antonio smiled. “Really?”
Marlene smiled back. “Yeah.”
The two held eye contact for a moment before Antonio leaned closer. Marlene slowly rose on her toes to meet him. They quickly broke away when they heard a shuffle at the entrance.
“Marlene, it’s—”
Skipper stopped at the threshold as the two separated, his eyes darting between them. “Sorry,” he said quickly, “I just came to tell you that the zoo is about to open.”
“Oh,” Marlene said rubbing her arm, “I completely lost track of time. Thanks, Skipper,” she said with a grateful smile.
Skipper nodded. “No problem,” he said. An awkward moment of silence passed before he realized Marlene was looking at him with eyes that seemed to say, Um, do you mind? He started backing away. “Um, sorry,” he said, “I’ll—go.”
He was hoping maybe Marlene would tell him to stay a moment, but she didn’t. He turned and left them.
When his footsteps faded, Marlene and Antonio turned back to each other awkwardly.
“I, um, suppose I should get going, then,” Antonio said.
“I guess so,” Marlene replied, almost disappointedly.
Antonio stepped toward her and took her paw. “Where were we?” he asked with a smile.
Marlene smiled bashfully. “Refresh my memory?”
— § —
Skipper waddled slowly back to HQ. How could Marlene just fall all over him like that? They’d only known each other for a short time. He didn’t know anything about her. Just telling him was nothing. Skipper had been there when she first arrived at the zoo. He’d been there when she thought her habitat was haunted. He’d been there when Alice took away the animal’s access to the puffed heaven that is popcorn. He’d—
Skipper caught himself, realizing where his train of thought was heading. He was basically saying that he was more worthy for—
“Skipper!” said a voice behind him.
Skipper turned to see Antonio coming toward him. He refrained from a groan. “Antonio,” he replied indifferently.
“Look, amigo, I just wanted to thank you for what you have done for me,” Antonio said putting a paw over his heart. He sighed. “She’s just so wonderful. I think she may even be the one,” he said with a distant look in his eyes.
Skipper nodded without making eye contact. “You’re welcome,” he said impassively.
Antonio seemed too lost in his thoughts to notice. “Oh, and thank you for warning me about opening time,” he added. “I would hate to anger that feisty zookeeper Marlene has told me much about,” he laughed.
Skipper shifted on his feet, impatient for the conversation to end. “Yeah, no problem,” he said.
“And, um,” Antonio continued, “I also hope we’re, ah, cool, as they say. You know, after what happened between us yesterday evening,” he said holding out a paw.
Skipper eyed his paw. Then he finally met his eye. “Sure,” he said taking his paw. He made a last-second decision before Antonio released his grip and pulled Antonio down to his eye level. “But don’t think for one second that I won’t break you if you hurt her,” he said with a growl. “¿Comprendes?”
Antonio’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Then he nodded. “Of course,” he said with a nervous laugh. “I told you I would never hurt her,” he added quickly.
Skipper scanned him with his eyes. “Hm,” he mused. Then he let go as the clock tower resounded. “That’s my cue to go to my habitat—and your cue to leave the zoo before you’re caught,” he said turning on his heel, without waiting for a response.
“Um, okay,” Antonio said rolling his shoulders awkwardly. What the hell just happened? He sure had a one-in-a-million death glare. He wish he knew what his problem was. Skipper had seemed like a pretty good guy—albeit, a bit reserved and quick to jump to conclusions—when he’d first met him. Well, he’d have to figure it out later. Sticking to the shadows and hiding behind pretzel and popcorn carts, he made his way to the park.
— § —
“Bye! Goodbye!” Private called as he waved to the visitors that were passing by the habitat toward the zoo’s exit.
Kowalski came to Skipper’s side, looking at him, but waving at the visitors. “So, you’ve been low profile today,” he observed.
“Your point is?” Skipper snapped, raising a flipper to absentmindedly wave at the visitors.
“Something on your mind?” Kowalski asked. He paused before adding, “Or someone?”
Skipper rolled his eyes. “Negative,” he said insistently.
Kowalski studied him. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
“No,” Skipper said immediately, shooting him a glare before staring back out at the exiting visitors. Kowalski was about to respond when he said, “I just don’t get what she sees in him.” He lowered his flipper as the last of the visitors left. “I mean, he comes here, throws some flowers and charm at her, and boom! They’re a couple. They just met two days ago. Why am I the only one that has a problem with that?”
“I think you know why,” Kowalski said.
Skipper rolled his eyes so hard they seemed about to roll out of his head. “I do know it isn’t that. Marlene is my friend. Forgive me for wishing she’d dial back and think about what she’s doing before she gets hurt,” he said.
“But it’s her life, Skipper,” Kowalski replied. “Even if she is making a mistake, it’s hers to make. Interfering with that will only jeopardize what relationship you have with her now.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Skipper snapped.
“Well, then what are you going to do?” Kowalski snapped back, folding his flippers over his chest.
“What can I do?” Skipper asked spreading his flippers. “If I tell Antonio to back off, he’s not going to listen, and he’s probably going to tell Marlene, and she’ll be mad at me. If I tell Marlene that she’s moving too fast with this guy, she’ll get defensive, and then she’ll be mad at me! There’s no win, here!”
“You’ve done things before, knowing that she’d be upset about it. Why does upsetting her bother you now?” Kowalski pointed out.
“I don’t know!” Skipper replied in frustration. “This is different!”
“How?” Kowalski demanded.
“Because this is more than just some recurrence that she’ll end up getting over! This is—it’s personal! I can’t do that to her,” Skipper reasoned.
“Do what?” Kowalski prodded. “You’re her friend. Shouldn’t you be able to speak your mind?”
“I should,” Skipper agreed, “but I can’t. If I do that, I’ll be the one hurting her. And didn’t you just tell me I shouldn’t get involved?”
“Well, she also has the right to know how you feel. Besides, this is obviously going to bother you until you do,” Kowalski replied.
“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Skipper demanded. “Waltz into her habitat, grab her by the shoulders, and shake some sense into her while I tell her that I—”
He stopped short and darted a look at Kowalski as he watched him expectantly.
“—that I think she’s making a huge mistake,” he finally finished.
“You could,” Kowalski said with an indifferent shrug, “but what will you say when she asks why? You know she’s going to want an explanation.”
“Because she’s moving too fast with him!” Skipper argued as if that were the obvious answer.
Kowalski put his flippers on his hips. “And?”
Skipper turned his body to face him. “Why are you so determined to pursue this insane notion that I’m jealous?” he snapped.
“Are you?” Kowalski snapped back.
“No!”
“Can someone please tell us what’s going on?”
Skipper and Kowalski turned to see Rico and Private standing behind them. In the midst of their argument, they’d forgotten that they were there.
“Nothing, Private,” Kowalski said as he refixed his glare on Skipper. “I’m just trying to understand Skipper’s definition of manhood.”
“Oh, so now you’re questioning my masculinity?” Skipper replied defensively.
“I wouldn’t have to if you’d act like you had some,” Kowalski argued.
Skipper grunted in frustration and started to advance, but Private and Rico lunged forward and each grabbed a flipper to hold him back.
“Skipper! What’s gotten into you!” Private protested as he and Rico struggled to restrain him.
“The green-eyed monster, apparently,” Kowalski muttered under his breath.
“Guys,” called a voice from across the habitat. The penguins looked over to see Marlene drop onto their island. “What is going on over here? What’s with all the yelling?”
A moment of silence passed before Skipper jerked himself from Private and Rico’s grip and rolled his shoulders to ease the tension that had started to build up in his muscles.
“How much did you hear?” he asked finally.
“Nothing, really,” Marlene replied. “I mean, I heard it, but I couldn’t make most of it out. Something about masculinity?” she said with a curious expression.
Before Skipper could respond, Kowalski stepped forward. “Nothing important, Marlene. However, there is something Skipper needs to talk to you about,” he said, earning him a glare from his CO. “We’ll be down in HQ. Come on, guys,” he said gesturing for Rico and Private to follow him down the hatch.
Skipper sighed with a roll of his eyes. Might as well get it over with, especially since Kowalski just shoved him into it.
“Is something wrong, Skipper?” Marlene asked closing some distance between them. She tried to meet his eye. “You look upset.”
Skipper didn’t answer for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Look, Marlene, I—I don’t want to do or say anything that will strain our friendship.”
Marlene was taken aback. “Skipper, what’s going on?”
Skipper finally looked at her. “It’s—It’s about Antonio,” he said hesitantly.
Marlene shrugged her shoulders and crossed her arms. “What about him?” she asked, as if there couldn’t possibly be a logical answer.
“He, um . . . Don’t you think things are moving a little fast between you two? You just met him,” Skipper started.
Marlene shifted on her feet. “Well, we’ve talked a lot. I think we really click,” she explained. “Besides, I mean, I appreciate your concern, but that’s kind of—my business, don’t you think?” she said regretfully. She cared about his opinion and all, but this was one of those decisions that she had to make.
Skipper nodded. Kowalski said she’d say that. “I know, I know, it’s none of my business. It’s just that—you always seemed to be the type of person to take relationships slow. It even took you a while to trust me with some of your deepest secrets,” he said folding his flippers.
“Well, I assure you I haven’t told him all of my secrets, yet,” Marlene said defensively.
“Well, you’re getting pretty comfortable with him,” Skipper argued. “How long will it be until you do?”
Marlene searched for a response for a moment. Then she rolled her eyes impatiently. “Well, then I guess that’s my decision. Why do you care so much, anyway?”
“Because I do, Marlene. I don’t want you jumping into this only to slip and fall. I don’t want to see you get hurt,” Skipper said stepping closer to her, but she stepped back.
“Well, you’re not my father,” Marlene snapped. “So quit acting like it.”
“Marlene, that’s not how I meant it,” Skipper argued, trying to stay calm. “You don’t have to get defensive.”
“I’m not defensive!” Marlene protested. “I thought you were happy for me.”
Skipper sighed impatiently. “Marlene, I am more than happy that you’ve found someone. I just want to know that you aren’t—” He stopped short, trying to choose the right words.
“Aren’t what?” Marlene demanded.
Skipper sighed and rubbed his temples. Marlene softened.
“Skipper, is there something you’re not telling me?” she asked stepping closer to him.
Skipper rose his gaze to meet hers. “Marlene,” he started softly, “I—” He pressed his beak shut and sighed again. “Does this—feel right?—to you? In being with Antonio, I mean,” he asked finally.
Marlene was struck by the question. “Um, yeah. I mean, I think so. He’s—really nice, and we just connect. Why—do you ask?” she asked.
Skipper nodded, ignoring her question. “I just want to let you know that I am your friend, and I’ll support you in your decisions. Just—be careful,” he said sincerely.
Marlene studied him for a moment, and then she nodded slowly. “Of course. Are you sure everything’s okay? I’ve never seen you like this. And that’s saying something, because I didn’t think there was a side to you I’d never seen,” she said with a short-lived smile, her expression quickly dissolving back into concern.
Skipper forced a smile and put his flippers on her shoulders. “I’m fine,” he assured her. “I’m just trying to look out for you. I want you to be happy.”
Marlene relaxed as a wave of guilt washed over her face. “Aw, Skipper. Look, I’m sorry I got defensive earlier. I know you’re just looking out for me. I appreciate it,” she said wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Skipper hastily returned the gesture. “I promise you’ll be the first one I come to if things don’t work out,” she assured him, “but I really don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
She pushed back on him so she could make eye contact. “You’re a one in a million friend, Skipper,” she said softly.
Skipper forced another smile. “You should go. Antonio’s probably waiting for you,” he said.
Marlene nodded slowly. “I’ll see you later?” she said hopefully.
Skipper nodded back. “As always,” he replied sincerely. He realized he was still holding her waist and let her go, watching as she left. Then he turned and slid the fishbowl aside to be greeted by Kowalski’s angered expression.
“Kowalski!” he protested. Kowalski pulled himself from the hatch and slid the fishbowl over it before Rico and Private could follow. Then he grabbed Skipper’s flipper and dragged him across the island.
“Skipper, with all due respect—” Kowalski slapped Skipper across the face. Skipper shook his head with surprise. Kowalski continued before he could respond. “What in the name of Gottfried Leibniz’s Principle of Sufficient Reason is wrong with you?”
“What the flipping fried fish, Kowalski?!” Skipper replied angrily. “This is insubordination! I should have you court—”
“Save it!” Kowalski snapped. “I pursued Doris for years, Skipper. You know how much time I spent grieving over the fact that she didn’t want me—that she didn’t return my feelings. You know the time I spent feeling resentful and angry when she started dating someone new. I’m not going to watch you go through the same thing.”
“Newsflash: I’m not as sensitive as you. I’ll be fine,” Skipper argued.
Kowalski rolled his eyes. “Do you hear that, Skipper? It’s your window of opportunity. It’s closing.” He proceeded to make a cre-e-e-e-e-eak! sound with his throat.
“I get it, you can stop now,” Skipper snapped irritably.
“You really are stubborn and pig-headed, aren’t you?” Kowalski said folding his flippers. “I mean, I knew that before, but Aristotle’s astronomy. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but I mean, with how you acted around Kitka, I didn’t think you’d be so self-conscious about love.”
“Who ever said anything about love?” Skipper asked spreading his flippers.
Kowalski put his flippers on his hips. “Really?” he asked irritably. “When I first brought you out here and gave you a lecture, you replied, I’ll be fine. Tell me, Skipper, what else is there to be fine about?”
Skipper opened his beak to respond, but then he pressed it shut. Kowalski had put him on the spot. Finally, giving in, he said, “It’s too late now, Kowalski.”
Kowalski smacked his forehead. “Yeah, if I’d had that mentality with Doris, I never would’ve finally won her heart,” he said looking at him with serious eyes. Skipper didn’t respond. “Look, Skipper, I can’t guarantee you that she feels the same way, or that she’ll leave Antonio for you, or whatever else you’re hoping for. But I can guarantee that by standing by and doing nothing you’re most definitely going to lose any chance with her completely.”
Skipper retained his silence. He studied the ground as if he were watching some physical form of how right his lieutenant was slithering across the ground.
“So, what’s it gonna be, Skipper?” Kowalski asked folding his flippers. “Are you gonna sit back and let it happen, or are you going to be a man and do something about it?”
Skipper rose his gaze to meet his. Then he looked across the zoo where he could see the bell tower peeking over the maze of habitats.
“Tell the boys I’ll be back in a bit,” he said quietly.
Kowalski smiled. “Good luck,” he said patting him on the shoulder as he made his way to the hatch.
Skipper took a deep breath and leapt over the habitat’s walls before he could change his mind. Then he made his way to the park to potentially make a complete fool of himself and possibly ruin a great friendship.
— § —
Translations:
¿Comprendes? = Do you understand?
Author’s Note: Ura Ushiro Mawashi Geri is a karate kick, and means “spinning heel kick” or “spinning hook kick,” similar to a roundhouse kick. Gottfried Leibniz is a German philosopher that lived from 1646 to 1716. He theorized the “Principle of Sufficient Reason,” which basically states that everything happens for a reason.
“Couldn’t sleep, Skipper,” Kowalski said coming to his side with a flipper-full of fish.
“Not really,” Skipper replied taking a fish and stirring it in his coffee.
“That so?” Kowalski said with an underlying smile.
Skipper looked at him. “You know I turned in late,” he said insistently.
“Yet you’ve gotten through the day on less, before,” Kowalski pointed out before swallowing a fish.
Skipper rolled his eyes. “Two minutes to finish breakfast and then I want everyone topside,” he announced, ignoring Kowalski’s persistence.
“Yes, sir,” Private and Rico replied as they started downing their fish and making their way up to the hatch.
“Sir, yes, sir,” Kowalski said afterward, still eyeing his leader. Then he turned and followed the team out.
Skipper glared at Kowalski as he left, but then he sighed and laid his mug down, his appetite gone.
About ten minutes later, Skipper was leading the team through their morning exercises, commanding them with, “Kick! Punch! Backflip! Ura Ushiro Mawashi Geri!”
“Hey, guys!” Marlene said hopping into their habitat.
“Standby,” Skipper said as he held up a flipper to halt the exercises, which the team inadvertently mimicked. “Morning, Marlene,” he said watching her carefully.
“Isn’t it just a beautiful morning?” Marlene replied wistfully.
“Bet it is now,” Kowalski mumbled under his breath. Skipper glared at him for a moment, and then he turned back to Marlene.
“It’s okay, I suppose,” he replied impassively. “What brings you here?”
“Oh, just thought I’d drop in to say hey,” Marlene replied lacing her fingers in front of her.
“Well, we’re doing some drills right now, so if you—”
“Come now, Skipper,” Kowalski interrupted, “don’t be rude. It looks like Marlene wants to tell us something.”
Skipper resisted the urge to slap his lieutenant. Then he turned to Marlene as she spoke.
“Well, actually, now that you mention it,” she started, “I do have some news about Antonio.”
Skipper felt his muscles tense upon hearing that name.
“What about him?” Private asked innocently.
Marlene giggled, causing the penguins to exchange curious glances. “Well, you won’t believe this, but he plays Spanish guitar,” she said tensing with excitement. “And he’s so romantic,” she said with a sigh.
Before Skipper could respond, Marlene stepped up to him. “He also told me that a little birdy’s been talking to him. Like telling him my favorite flowers and snack. Would you happen to know anything about that?” she asked eyeing him suspiciously.
Skipper hesitated. “No,” he said finally, “I wouldn’t.”
Marlene playfully rolled her eyes. “Okay,” she said, “whatever you say. I just hope whoever it really is knows that I’m grateful, and that I can handle it from here.”
Skipper didn’t respond. Marlene smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thanks for being a good friend. I owe you,” she said.
“No problem, Marlene,” Skipper replied hastily putting his flippers on her back.
Marlene kissed him on the cheek. “See you later,” she said before turning and leaving.
A moment later, Kowalski cleared his throat and Skipper realized he was staring. He quickly pulled himself together and said, “All right, boys, back to drills. I want sharper movements, and fiercer ferocity!”
— § —
Marlene laughed as Antonio held her in a dip. For the past half-hour, Antonio had been teaching her the tango in her cave. He pulled her back up and twirled her, and then held her close, clasping her paw outstretched in front of them as they stepped forward to the beat. He switched directions sharply, holding out the opposite paw. Then he sharply spun her and grabbed her in a slight dip, and Marlene threw her head back and kicked out a leg, pointing her toe.
They held the position for a couple of seconds before Antonio pulled her up. “My, Marlene, you are a very fast learner,” Antonio commended.
Marlene smiled. “I guess the music just speaks to me,” she said.
Antonio smiled back. “I can tell,” he replied.
The two held eye contact, Antonio’s paws still braced on her waist. Antonio looked down at Marlene’s paws, which were resting on his chest. Marlene bashfully looked down and Antonio tipped her chin.
“You’re pretty cute when you’re shy,” he said gently tracing her jawline with his finger.
Marlene arched a brow. “And any other time?” she inquired.
Antonio smiled suavely. “There is no word to describe it,” he answered.
Marlene laughed nervously. “Antonio,” she protested. “Are you always such a flirt?”
Antonio chuckled. “If you want the truth, yes. But it wasn’t until I met you that I want more than just a date or a good time. I can’t help but feel this connection when I’m with you. It’s like we’re—meant for each other,” he said cupping his paw on her cheek.
Marlene made a doubtful face. “How do I know you haven’t used that one before?” she asked.
Antonio sighed. “Well, I did, once. And I meant it then too. Then she cheated on me,” he said sadly. “I was—humiliated. I came to Central Park to, ah, ‘start things fresh,’ as they say,” he said not meeting her eye.
Marlene studied him for a moment. “I’m sorry,” she replied softly.
Antonio shook his head. “It is all in the past. My point is that now is different. Here, with you, I have never felt this way about anyone, not even her. I know I’ve only known you for a short time, but Marlene, you are just so kind, and smart, and full of life. I love your sense of humor, the way you laugh, how you listen to whatever I say with an open heart and an open mind.” He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. “I hope that you didn’t feel like I was moving too fast last night. I just saw the moonlight in your eyes and the water glinting off your fur and I just . . . lost myself,” he said softly.
Marlene looked back into his eyes for a moment, and then she shook her head. “No, you didn’t move too fast. I admit, I was a bit—reluctant at first because I’m—well, like I said before, I’m not very experienced in relationships. But, with you, I don’t know. You’re just—so easy to talk to. I’ve enjoyed our time together,” she admitted.
Antonio smiled. “Really?”
Marlene smiled back. “Yeah.”
The two held eye contact for a moment before Antonio leaned closer. Marlene slowly rose on her toes to meet him. They quickly broke away when they heard a shuffle at the entrance.
“Marlene, it’s—”
Skipper stopped at the threshold as the two separated, his eyes darting between them. “Sorry,” he said quickly, “I just came to tell you that the zoo is about to open.”
“Oh,” Marlene said rubbing her arm, “I completely lost track of time. Thanks, Skipper,” she said with a grateful smile.
Skipper nodded. “No problem,” he said. An awkward moment of silence passed before he realized Marlene was looking at him with eyes that seemed to say, Um, do you mind? He started backing away. “Um, sorry,” he said, “I’ll—go.”
He was hoping maybe Marlene would tell him to stay a moment, but she didn’t. He turned and left them.
When his footsteps faded, Marlene and Antonio turned back to each other awkwardly.
“I, um, suppose I should get going, then,” Antonio said.
“I guess so,” Marlene replied, almost disappointedly.
Antonio stepped toward her and took her paw. “Where were we?” he asked with a smile.
Marlene smiled bashfully. “Refresh my memory?”
— § —
Skipper waddled slowly back to HQ. How could Marlene just fall all over him like that? They’d only known each other for a short time. He didn’t know anything about her. Just telling him was nothing. Skipper had been there when she first arrived at the zoo. He’d been there when she thought her habitat was haunted. He’d been there when Alice took away the animal’s access to the puffed heaven that is popcorn. He’d—
Skipper caught himself, realizing where his train of thought was heading. He was basically saying that he was more worthy for—
“Skipper!” said a voice behind him.
Skipper turned to see Antonio coming toward him. He refrained from a groan. “Antonio,” he replied indifferently.
“Look, amigo, I just wanted to thank you for what you have done for me,” Antonio said putting a paw over his heart. He sighed. “She’s just so wonderful. I think she may even be the one,” he said with a distant look in his eyes.
Skipper nodded without making eye contact. “You’re welcome,” he said impassively.
Antonio seemed too lost in his thoughts to notice. “Oh, and thank you for warning me about opening time,” he added. “I would hate to anger that feisty zookeeper Marlene has told me much about,” he laughed.
Skipper shifted on his feet, impatient for the conversation to end. “Yeah, no problem,” he said.
“And, um,” Antonio continued, “I also hope we’re, ah, cool, as they say. You know, after what happened between us yesterday evening,” he said holding out a paw.
Skipper eyed his paw. Then he finally met his eye. “Sure,” he said taking his paw. He made a last-second decision before Antonio released his grip and pulled Antonio down to his eye level. “But don’t think for one second that I won’t break you if you hurt her,” he said with a growl. “¿Comprendes?”
Antonio’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Then he nodded. “Of course,” he said with a nervous laugh. “I told you I would never hurt her,” he added quickly.
Skipper scanned him with his eyes. “Hm,” he mused. Then he let go as the clock tower resounded. “That’s my cue to go to my habitat—and your cue to leave the zoo before you’re caught,” he said turning on his heel, without waiting for a response.
“Um, okay,” Antonio said rolling his shoulders awkwardly. What the hell just happened? He sure had a one-in-a-million death glare. He wish he knew what his problem was. Skipper had seemed like a pretty good guy—albeit, a bit reserved and quick to jump to conclusions—when he’d first met him. Well, he’d have to figure it out later. Sticking to the shadows and hiding behind pretzel and popcorn carts, he made his way to the park.
— § —
“Bye! Goodbye!” Private called as he waved to the visitors that were passing by the habitat toward the zoo’s exit.
Kowalski came to Skipper’s side, looking at him, but waving at the visitors. “So, you’ve been low profile today,” he observed.
“Your point is?” Skipper snapped, raising a flipper to absentmindedly wave at the visitors.
“Something on your mind?” Kowalski asked. He paused before adding, “Or someone?”
Skipper rolled his eyes. “Negative,” he said insistently.
Kowalski studied him. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
“No,” Skipper said immediately, shooting him a glare before staring back out at the exiting visitors. Kowalski was about to respond when he said, “I just don’t get what she sees in him.” He lowered his flipper as the last of the visitors left. “I mean, he comes here, throws some flowers and charm at her, and boom! They’re a couple. They just met two days ago. Why am I the only one that has a problem with that?”
“I think you know why,” Kowalski said.
Skipper rolled his eyes so hard they seemed about to roll out of his head. “I do know it isn’t that. Marlene is my friend. Forgive me for wishing she’d dial back and think about what she’s doing before she gets hurt,” he said.
“But it’s her life, Skipper,” Kowalski replied. “Even if she is making a mistake, it’s hers to make. Interfering with that will only jeopardize what relationship you have with her now.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Skipper snapped.
“Well, then what are you going to do?” Kowalski snapped back, folding his flippers over his chest.
“What can I do?” Skipper asked spreading his flippers. “If I tell Antonio to back off, he’s not going to listen, and he’s probably going to tell Marlene, and she’ll be mad at me. If I tell Marlene that she’s moving too fast with this guy, she’ll get defensive, and then she’ll be mad at me! There’s no win, here!”
“You’ve done things before, knowing that she’d be upset about it. Why does upsetting her bother you now?” Kowalski pointed out.
“I don’t know!” Skipper replied in frustration. “This is different!”
“How?” Kowalski demanded.
“Because this is more than just some recurrence that she’ll end up getting over! This is—it’s personal! I can’t do that to her,” Skipper reasoned.
“Do what?” Kowalski prodded. “You’re her friend. Shouldn’t you be able to speak your mind?”
“I should,” Skipper agreed, “but I can’t. If I do that, I’ll be the one hurting her. And didn’t you just tell me I shouldn’t get involved?”
“Well, she also has the right to know how you feel. Besides, this is obviously going to bother you until you do,” Kowalski replied.
“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Skipper demanded. “Waltz into her habitat, grab her by the shoulders, and shake some sense into her while I tell her that I—”
He stopped short and darted a look at Kowalski as he watched him expectantly.
“—that I think she’s making a huge mistake,” he finally finished.
“You could,” Kowalski said with an indifferent shrug, “but what will you say when she asks why? You know she’s going to want an explanation.”
“Because she’s moving too fast with him!” Skipper argued as if that were the obvious answer.
Kowalski put his flippers on his hips. “And?”
Skipper turned his body to face him. “Why are you so determined to pursue this insane notion that I’m jealous?” he snapped.
“Are you?” Kowalski snapped back.
“No!”
“Can someone please tell us what’s going on?”
Skipper and Kowalski turned to see Rico and Private standing behind them. In the midst of their argument, they’d forgotten that they were there.
“Nothing, Private,” Kowalski said as he refixed his glare on Skipper. “I’m just trying to understand Skipper’s definition of manhood.”
“Oh, so now you’re questioning my masculinity?” Skipper replied defensively.
“I wouldn’t have to if you’d act like you had some,” Kowalski argued.
Skipper grunted in frustration and started to advance, but Private and Rico lunged forward and each grabbed a flipper to hold him back.
“Skipper! What’s gotten into you!” Private protested as he and Rico struggled to restrain him.
“The green-eyed monster, apparently,” Kowalski muttered under his breath.
“Guys,” called a voice from across the habitat. The penguins looked over to see Marlene drop onto their island. “What is going on over here? What’s with all the yelling?”
A moment of silence passed before Skipper jerked himself from Private and Rico’s grip and rolled his shoulders to ease the tension that had started to build up in his muscles.
“How much did you hear?” he asked finally.
“Nothing, really,” Marlene replied. “I mean, I heard it, but I couldn’t make most of it out. Something about masculinity?” she said with a curious expression.
Before Skipper could respond, Kowalski stepped forward. “Nothing important, Marlene. However, there is something Skipper needs to talk to you about,” he said, earning him a glare from his CO. “We’ll be down in HQ. Come on, guys,” he said gesturing for Rico and Private to follow him down the hatch.
Skipper sighed with a roll of his eyes. Might as well get it over with, especially since Kowalski just shoved him into it.
“Is something wrong, Skipper?” Marlene asked closing some distance between them. She tried to meet his eye. “You look upset.”
Skipper didn’t answer for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Look, Marlene, I—I don’t want to do or say anything that will strain our friendship.”
Marlene was taken aback. “Skipper, what’s going on?”
Skipper finally looked at her. “It’s—It’s about Antonio,” he said hesitantly.
Marlene shrugged her shoulders and crossed her arms. “What about him?” she asked, as if there couldn’t possibly be a logical answer.
“He, um . . . Don’t you think things are moving a little fast between you two? You just met him,” Skipper started.
Marlene shifted on her feet. “Well, we’ve talked a lot. I think we really click,” she explained. “Besides, I mean, I appreciate your concern, but that’s kind of—my business, don’t you think?” she said regretfully. She cared about his opinion and all, but this was one of those decisions that she had to make.
Skipper nodded. Kowalski said she’d say that. “I know, I know, it’s none of my business. It’s just that—you always seemed to be the type of person to take relationships slow. It even took you a while to trust me with some of your deepest secrets,” he said folding his flippers.
“Well, I assure you I haven’t told him all of my secrets, yet,” Marlene said defensively.
“Well, you’re getting pretty comfortable with him,” Skipper argued. “How long will it be until you do?”
Marlene searched for a response for a moment. Then she rolled her eyes impatiently. “Well, then I guess that’s my decision. Why do you care so much, anyway?”
“Because I do, Marlene. I don’t want you jumping into this only to slip and fall. I don’t want to see you get hurt,” Skipper said stepping closer to her, but she stepped back.
“Well, you’re not my father,” Marlene snapped. “So quit acting like it.”
“Marlene, that’s not how I meant it,” Skipper argued, trying to stay calm. “You don’t have to get defensive.”
“I’m not defensive!” Marlene protested. “I thought you were happy for me.”
Skipper sighed impatiently. “Marlene, I am more than happy that you’ve found someone. I just want to know that you aren’t—” He stopped short, trying to choose the right words.
“Aren’t what?” Marlene demanded.
Skipper sighed and rubbed his temples. Marlene softened.
“Skipper, is there something you’re not telling me?” she asked stepping closer to him.
Skipper rose his gaze to meet hers. “Marlene,” he started softly, “I—” He pressed his beak shut and sighed again. “Does this—feel right?—to you? In being with Antonio, I mean,” he asked finally.
Marlene was struck by the question. “Um, yeah. I mean, I think so. He’s—really nice, and we just connect. Why—do you ask?” she asked.
Skipper nodded, ignoring her question. “I just want to let you know that I am your friend, and I’ll support you in your decisions. Just—be careful,” he said sincerely.
Marlene studied him for a moment, and then she nodded slowly. “Of course. Are you sure everything’s okay? I’ve never seen you like this. And that’s saying something, because I didn’t think there was a side to you I’d never seen,” she said with a short-lived smile, her expression quickly dissolving back into concern.
Skipper forced a smile and put his flippers on her shoulders. “I’m fine,” he assured her. “I’m just trying to look out for you. I want you to be happy.”
Marlene relaxed as a wave of guilt washed over her face. “Aw, Skipper. Look, I’m sorry I got defensive earlier. I know you’re just looking out for me. I appreciate it,” she said wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Skipper hastily returned the gesture. “I promise you’ll be the first one I come to if things don’t work out,” she assured him, “but I really don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
She pushed back on him so she could make eye contact. “You’re a one in a million friend, Skipper,” she said softly.
Skipper forced another smile. “You should go. Antonio’s probably waiting for you,” he said.
Marlene nodded slowly. “I’ll see you later?” she said hopefully.
Skipper nodded back. “As always,” he replied sincerely. He realized he was still holding her waist and let her go, watching as she left. Then he turned and slid the fishbowl aside to be greeted by Kowalski’s angered expression.
“Kowalski!” he protested. Kowalski pulled himself from the hatch and slid the fishbowl over it before Rico and Private could follow. Then he grabbed Skipper’s flipper and dragged him across the island.
“Skipper, with all due respect—” Kowalski slapped Skipper across the face. Skipper shook his head with surprise. Kowalski continued before he could respond. “What in the name of Gottfried Leibniz’s Principle of Sufficient Reason is wrong with you?”
“What the flipping fried fish, Kowalski?!” Skipper replied angrily. “This is insubordination! I should have you court—”
“Save it!” Kowalski snapped. “I pursued Doris for years, Skipper. You know how much time I spent grieving over the fact that she didn’t want me—that she didn’t return my feelings. You know the time I spent feeling resentful and angry when she started dating someone new. I’m not going to watch you go through the same thing.”
“Newsflash: I’m not as sensitive as you. I’ll be fine,” Skipper argued.
Kowalski rolled his eyes. “Do you hear that, Skipper? It’s your window of opportunity. It’s closing.” He proceeded to make a cre-e-e-e-e-eak! sound with his throat.
“I get it, you can stop now,” Skipper snapped irritably.
“You really are stubborn and pig-headed, aren’t you?” Kowalski said folding his flippers. “I mean, I knew that before, but Aristotle’s astronomy. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but I mean, with how you acted around Kitka, I didn’t think you’d be so self-conscious about love.”
“Who ever said anything about love?” Skipper asked spreading his flippers.
Kowalski put his flippers on his hips. “Really?” he asked irritably. “When I first brought you out here and gave you a lecture, you replied, I’ll be fine. Tell me, Skipper, what else is there to be fine about?”
Skipper opened his beak to respond, but then he pressed it shut. Kowalski had put him on the spot. Finally, giving in, he said, “It’s too late now, Kowalski.”
Kowalski smacked his forehead. “Yeah, if I’d had that mentality with Doris, I never would’ve finally won her heart,” he said looking at him with serious eyes. Skipper didn’t respond. “Look, Skipper, I can’t guarantee you that she feels the same way, or that she’ll leave Antonio for you, or whatever else you’re hoping for. But I can guarantee that by standing by and doing nothing you’re most definitely going to lose any chance with her completely.”
Skipper retained his silence. He studied the ground as if he were watching some physical form of how right his lieutenant was slithering across the ground.
“So, what’s it gonna be, Skipper?” Kowalski asked folding his flippers. “Are you gonna sit back and let it happen, or are you going to be a man and do something about it?”
Skipper rose his gaze to meet his. Then he looked across the zoo where he could see the bell tower peeking over the maze of habitats.
“Tell the boys I’ll be back in a bit,” he said quietly.
Kowalski smiled. “Good luck,” he said patting him on the shoulder as he made his way to the hatch.
Skipper took a deep breath and leapt over the habitat’s walls before he could change his mind. Then he made his way to the park to potentially make a complete fool of himself and possibly ruin a great friendship.
— § —
Translations:
¿Comprendes? = Do you understand?
Author’s Note: Ura Ushiro Mawashi Geri is a karate kick, and means “spinning heel kick” or “spinning hook kick,” similar to a roundhouse kick. Gottfried Leibniz is a German philosopher that lived from 1646 to 1716. He theorized the “Principle of Sufficient Reason,” which basically states that everything happens for a reason.