The car stopped right outside of a forest. “Um, Skipper? Are you sure this is the right place?” asked Private, staring at the vast unknown.
“Don’t worry,” said Skipper. “They’ll be here.”
As if on cue, two turkeys came out of the jungle. “Skipper! Me amigo!” said the taller turkey.
“Hello, Turk,” replied Skipper evenly.
Turk ushered the smaller turkey forward. “This is me son, Gobber.”
Gobber raised a hand. “Hello.”
Turk laughed. “Gobber here is about the same as that young ‘un back there.”
“Me?” asked Private, pointing to himself.
“Oui, nice accent,” said Gobber.
“Thanks.”
“This is Kowalski and Rico,” introduced Skipper. “And the ‘young one’ is Private.”
“Like in the army, no?” said Turk.
“Yeah, in the army.”
“I’m Private First Class!” said Private indignantly.
“Let’s just go in,” suggested Kowalski.
“Uh, huh,” agreed Rico.

A hour Later.....

“We’ll access the database here, and file a message saying that turkeys are inedible this year because of a disease,” said Skipper, laying down the plans. “Any questions?”
“What type of disease is this?” asked a tall turkey.
“The type that is not real,” replied Skipper.
The little mission control hut they were in suddenly shook. “Rico must have gotten his flippers on your weapons!” yelled Skipper, running out of the hut with the other turkeys following him.
Rico was having fun teaching. In fact, he was teaching the young privates how to use a bazooka. Boom! The young turkeys laughed with the pleasure of it all. The supervisors were trying to round up everybody but failing do so.
Skipper marched to his soldier. “Rico! Front and Center! Now!” he barked.
A very sheepish Rico obeyed. The penguin held his head down. Skipper glared at him, oblivious to all the staring. “This is insubordination, soldier!” the leader scolded once more. “Give them a cover up gift!”
Rico regurgitated a rocket launcher and handed it to the nearest turkey. “Orry,” he said.
“That’s better. Now, to your quarters.”
“Yes, sir.”
Skipper turned to the turkeys. “Our apologizes on that. I hope you’ll accept our gift.”
Turk walked over to him. “How did you train him?”
“Oh, Rico? He doesn't obey orders from anyone accept his commanding officer or if it is a dire situation. That, and the penguin will never disobey a direct order.”
“Except when we switched him and Roger around,” Kowalski said under his breath.
Skipper casually slapped him. He nodded to the turkeys. “Thanks for letting us visit, but we have to go now. We need to upgrade our security code cracker.”
He led the rest of this troop to their car. Private waved at Gobber. “It was nice playing football with you!”
“But we played soccer!” returned Gobber.
Meanwhile, Kowalski was in a bad mood. “And I never got to see level 13,” he mumbled.