Footsteps grew louder and louder as their owner came closer to our door. I knew immediately who they belonged to. My heart skipped a beat. But I couldn't let my team see. I didn't want them to think I was soft. Plus, they thought I disaproved of dating and crushes. I wasn't going to look like some sort of hypocrite. I heard our door open and I spun around to see who it was. Not that I already knew. Sure enough, a chesnut colored otter stood in our door way, looking cute, naive, and well... cute.

"Hey, guys!" Marlene said.

"Marlene!" I replied. "What did I say about showing up here unannounced?" I pretended to be annoyed by her bargaing in, but secretly, I loved it.

"Says the guy who refuses to knock," she teased. "Anyways, I found out from the chimps that I'm getting a new room mate!"

"New room mate?! We can't have that! Remeber the last time! That walrus stole Kowalski's invention and gave our secrets to Blowhole!"

"Well, not this time!" she continued. "The chimps said he is an otter. And he's not here to spy. He and I are apperantly signed up for the zoo's breeding program,"

"WHAT?!" I screamed. Marlene didn't seem to hear me.

"I wonder if he play's the Spainish guitar? Is he cute? Will he love me? What if I'm not pretty enough! What if he thinks I'm stupid?!" I wanted to tell her she wasn't stupid. Just a little naive. And of course she was pretty. Prettiest otter I ever met.

"Marlene. Can you please get out for a sec? I need to think!" I grumbled.

"Uh...okay?" she said awkwardly before leaving. As soon as she was out of earshot, I looked at my team.

"THIS IS BAD! TERIBBLE, AWFUL, WORSE CASE SENARIO TIMES FIVE!" I screamed,waving flippers around frantically. My team looked at me in confussion.

"Uhh...why?" asked Private. I face-flippered myself before slapping him. I hope he only realized I only did that because I cared and wanted him to learn about the dangers of the world.

"I must agree with Private, Skipper. Why is Marlene's room mate a threat?" Kowalski asked.

"Because. He could, um, be Danish, or ,um, work for Blowhole?" I tried. They didn't look convinced.

"Skipper, we defeated Blowhole, remember? And we could always ask the chimps where he's being transferred from," the scientist answered.

I wanted to tell them the real reason. I didn't think he was a spy. Otters are known for being naive and neutral in most cases. The real reason was that I was afraid of losing Marlene.