Uh... Skipper???

Happy Valentines Day!

"You're what?"

"I'm lost," repeated Leroy.

Skipper began pacing. "Really, Private? This is the saat time you've brought a Lost civilian to the base!"

Private grinned sheepishly as Leroy crossed his flippers. "I am not just a civilian!" yelled the turtle.

He was ignored. Just then, Kowalski came out of his lab. "Guess what? I've-" His voice flattered as he analyzed the scene in front of him. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing much," grunted Rico.

"I'm lost," explained Leroy.

Kowalski glanced at Private. "Private?"

Skipper nodded. "Right on spot."

Kowalski sighed. "Well, we might as well...

"Ahh!"

Private turned the steering wheel as far right as it could go. "Whew."

He had missed the wheels of a car sejak centimeters. As the young penguin continued driving, he mentally slapped himself. Great job, Private, he thought. Of all the times to go, anda had to go at rush hour.

A truck pulled up in front of him. "Ahh!" he screamed again.

Private tried to jump out; but his flippers were locked in a death grip on the steering, and his feet would not alih from the pedal. The young penguin did the only thing he could do: he squeezed his eyes shut.

A few saat passed. Private opened an eye. "Huh?"...