They all gasped as their minds finally grasped who the creature in front of their sub was. Leroy thought his tim, trái tim was going to explode as he stared into the eyes of the shark. He was finding it increasingly hard to breathe, and the interior seemed to be growing smaller bởi the minute. "Dexter," he breathed out.

Private shot a worried glance at the turtle. "Leroy? Are bạn all right?"

Despite his best efforts, memories were being pushed to the front of his mind. Unwillingly, Leroy was reliving the terror he felt when Dexter had managed to kidnap him some years ago. Outside the sub, Dexter laughed at Leroy's reaction. "Ah, so bạn haven't forgotten me, young prince."

Skipper stepped up to him, successfully shielding Leroy away for Dexter's view. While Private and Snow tried to calm the rùa, con rùa down, he and Dexter began exchanging the normal talk between a hero and a villain. "Stay away from him, and I'll go easy on you," growled Skipper.

Dexter looked at him in surprise. "And who may bạn be, O unworthy leader?"

Kowalski glared at him. "His name is Skipper, and he is the best commander a chim cánh cụt could wish for!" His flippers were curled up into fists.

Skipper smiled at his second-in-command before turning his gaze back to Dexter. "Dexter? What kind of name is that for a villain? It sounds like a name your mama gave you."

"It is," declared Dexter. When Skipper raised a brow, he quickly realized his mistake. "Oh, um. Just forget what I just said."

Skipper sneered. "Like I ever will. Kowalski?"

The chim cánh cụt held up a recorder. "Recorded and saved, Skipper."

Skipper nodded approvingly. "Good work."

Dexter snarled at him and bared his teeth. On the other hand, Skipper feigned indifferent to it. Rico covered his beak with his flipper, trying not to laugh. The chim cánh cụt commando could not help a smirk to spread on his face as he turned back to the now-red shark. Dexter shook his flipper at the penguin, trying to preserve the dignity he had left. "Give me the prince."

Skipper shook his head and crossed his flippers. "Sorry, no can do. Prince Leroy stays with us until he returns home."

"Well, in that case-" Dexter turned to the sharks waiting behind him. "Boys? It's chowtime."

Private let out a small squeak at those words, and both Leroy's and Snow's eyes went wide with fear. Skipper nodded to Kowalski and Rico who were standing bởi the monitors. "On my mark-" He raised up a flipper and watched as the sharks approached them. "Mark!"

With that, Kowalski and Rico fired off their weapons, and a battle began to rage in the sea. "Skipper!" yelled Private, as he crashed into the wall. "They're attacking us from the sides!"

"Blast!" Skipper curled his flipper. "Turn this piece of metal around, Kowalski."

The scientist saluted and hurried to the steering wheel while Private took his place bởi the monitors. As the sub began to spin, Skipper looked back at Leroy and Snow. "Since bạn both have no experience with battles, I suggest bạn hold on for your life on something."

They nodded and settled themselves beside a fixed object. The sub spun to meet an extremely shocked shark. Without wasting any time, Skipper shouted orders. "Fire those weapons, Rico! Private, see if bạn can find those controls that blast off the weapons at the back. We haven't used them in so long that I think we might have forgotten where we placed them."

Private started on his search. "But didn't Kowalski just build this recently?" he asked.

"He didn't actually build it. It was thêm of a joining the parts together from the last time we used it."

"Oh."

The sub rocked once more, and Private's flipper hit a section of the wall. "Ouch!" To his surprise, a screen popped out in front of him and demanded to know where he wanted to ngọn lửa, chữa cháy the torpedoes and what type he wanted to use. "Um, Skipper? What's this?"

Skipper glanced his way and broke out into a huge grin. "Way to go, Private! You've located our advanced missiles! I thought those were Mất tích for good when Kowalski made them too camouflaged."

"Hey!" Kowalski frowned, although he refrained from turning around. "Don't talk bad about your first mate! Besides, bạn were the one who wanted them extra camouflaged so that in the rare chance that somebody captured our sub, they won't be able to use them."

"First mate?" questioned Skipper, a twitch to the side of his mouth.

Kowalski blushed slightly. "You know, how you're Skipper, which means the captain of a ship. Since I'm your second-in-command, I'm like your first mate."

Skipper shrugged. "Suit yourself."

"Skipper?" called Private again. "About the torpedoes?"

"Oh, right. Rico, change places with Private!"

The two automatically did as they were told, Rico selecting the acoustic torpedoes and locking them onto their targets. "Ready to fire," he assured Skipper.

Skipper nodded. "Good, 'cos I'm not going down without a fight."