Happy bday dad. :D

Emma crawled out of bed, feeling a bit confused. She glanced at the clock, which read, 11:30am. She shuffled over to the team.

"Morning." She yawned, forcing a smile.

"Morning, sis." Skipper said, smiling at her. Rico called out a barely understandable morning.

"Morning Em." Kowalski greeted cheerfully.

"Morning Emma." Private greeted, smiling at her. "Hey are bạn alright, bạn don't seem like yourself." He asked worriedly.

"I'm ok Private." Emma replied, smiling at his shyly. "I just didn't get much sleep last night." She explained. Though this was true she didn't want to say why.

"Hmm, ok." Private...

Emma's eyes fluttered open, she looked, down, and saw that her face was inches from the water. There was a throbbing pain in her head, which she held a flipper to and healed quickly. She looked up and saw Private's face. Her tim, trái tim started beating faster, as she realised what had happened. Private had saved her from drowning at the bottom of the pool. He had his flippers around her waist, and his face was full of worry.

"She's awake." Private called to the others, who's heads popped up from behind him. "Emma are bạn ok?" Private asked as he helped her stand up properly.

"Yeah, I'm ok, how long...

Dawn rose as the sun crept over the horizon in the Central Park Zoo, the birds were whistling a merry tune, and the smell of freshly baked pretzels was in the air.

In the chim cánh cụt habitat, Kowalski opened his eyes slowly, the sound of the Tv beating in his earholes. He got out of his bunk groggily and shuffled over to his team mates. Private was parked in front of the Tv watching his favourite show, and Skipper and Rico were playing cards at the cinder block table. Kowalski noticed the trademark cá coffee in Skipper flipper.

"Morning." Kowalski managed through a yawn.

"Finally up I see soldier."...