Rico and Private had been following the chrome tôm, tôm hùm for 6 hours now, it was getting fairly boring. Private was trying new tricks on his skates, while Rico was exploding ngẫu nhiên trees.
    Rico accidentally hit a gas tank, and made an explosion so loud, the aftershock blew them down. "Woah!" Private exclaimed, "That was awesome! Do it again!" So Rico looked around for another gas tank, found one, and made another giant explosion. They cheered and yelled, then Rico put the tên lửa launcher back down his throat, thinking he had done enough damage for the day.
    Private sighed, "Well, I guess we should get back to following that... Wait, where'd it go? It can't just disappear like that!" But it had, there was no sign of it anywhere. "I bet this has something to do with Blowhole, it has to!" Private and Rico hi-fived each other, thinking they had made a great discovery. Rico started sniffing along the ground, trying to catch the scent. He started to give up hope, when he felt the faint smell of metal in his beak. He started jumping up and down like crazy, then slid off, Private right on his tail.
    After only a few phút of sliding, Rico Mất tích the scent. "What do bạn mean bạn Mất tích the scent?" Private yelled angrily, but Rico just whimpered. "Alright, I forgive you. But now what are we supposed to do? We're miles away from home, and we Mất tích our mission!" Rico started jumping up and down, and pointed to a coffee cửa hàng across the street.
    "Coffee? At a time like this? Brilliant idea, Rico!" And the two penguins waddled into the coffee shop.


    "Sorry, Skipper, I'm still not finding anything." Kowalski had been surfing the web in the zoo's computer for hours, trying to find info on where Blowhole was.
    "Well look harder, we have to find him! Speaking of finding people, I wonder where Rico and Private are..." Skipper started calling for them, "Rico! Private! We're home!!"
    Kowalski was still trying to find the info. "Don't worry about them, Skipper. They're trained professionals, they can handle anything! Oh wait, I think I found something!"
    "What is it?"
    "It's his Facebook page. Current residence: Underground Massachusetts Bay. I guess that narrows it down a bit!"
    "What kind of secret hideout is that? Putting it right on your Facebook page, how much thêm obvious can that get? And how can he even type, he doesn't have fingers! Plus I'm pretty sure internet doesn't go to the bottom of a bay!"
    "Just help me get the sub ready!"
    "Don't talk to your commander like that!"
    "I can say what I want to say, I have rights too bạn know!"
    "Oh no bạn didn't!"
    "Oh yes I did!"
    "Oh no bạn didn't!"
    "JUST SHUT UP AND HELP ME GET THE SUB READY!!!"
    "Okay! Bossy little..."