1849 hours

Private and Rico lead Kowalski to Marlene's habitat it hopes that she could help them in helping Kowalski regain his memory. When they arrived, they found Marlene swimming in her pond. She noticed them approaching and jumped out, drying her vacht, bont as she walked up to them. "Hey guys! What's up!? And...where's Skipper?" She asked looking around. Kowalski whispered to Private. "Who's that?" Private walked over to Marlene. "Uh, Marlene...There was an...incident...Kowalski doesn't remember anything. Not even us." Marlene gasped. "Oh my goodness! What happened?" She asked putting her paw on Kowalski's forehead. "Are u okay Kowalski?"

"Huh? What? Oh yeah...me. Yeah I'm fine. I just can't remember anything." Kowalski told her. "You don't even remember yourself?" Marlene asked, a concerned expression written on her face. "Not really. I didn't even know my own name until they told me." He replied. "Who did this? What's going on?" Marlene asked the other two. "Dr. Blowhole. He erased Kowalski's memory because he's trying to slow us down in figuring out his plan." Private answered. "That is awful!" Marlene exclaimed. "Is there anything I can do?" She asked. "We're just trying to jog his memory. Any suggestions?" Private asked. "Afraid not. I've never known anyone with amnesia. What are u going to do?" Marlene asked. "I dunno Marlene. C'mon Kowalski. Let's go walk around the zoo some more. I'm sure something will jog your memory. Goodbye Marlene." Private zei as the three of them left her habitat. "Let me know if there are any changes!" Marlene called after.

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Back at the HQ, Skipper was watching the video for the fourth time in a row. He'd made notes on things he heard in the background, what he was seeing, and from what he could see in the partial view of a window behind Blowhole. He had already marked out a few places Blowhole couldn't be based on his calculations. He started to remind himself of Kowalski, which made him upset. He couldn't stop thinking about how Blowhole took the memories of his seconde in command. Then he noticed something on the video he hadn't noticed before. In the partial view of the window he saw a plane landing in the distance. He turned toward the map of New York and circled the three main airports in New York. He couldn't see any buildings in the way so he knew the airport had to be somewhat on the coast. That cancelled out Newark Liberty International Airport. That left JFK and LaGuardia International. He turned his attention back to the televisie and replayed the portion where the plane landed in the distance. He looked at the clock. 1857 hours. The video call was made about fifteen minuten ago. He went picked up Kowalski's smartphone and looked up recent plane landings for both airports. At LaGuardia International the last landing was at about 1820 hours. The last landing at JFK International was at 1840 hours. That fit the time perimeter. He knew where Blowhole was. And he was going to find him. No one takes my soldiers' memories and lives to tell the tale. Skipper thought.

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Private, Rico, and Kowalski had visited four other habitats and there was nothing there that Kowalski could remember. "Oh Rico, what are we going to do?" Rico shrugged sadly. "Is there anything we could tell u Kowalski? That might help u remember?" Private asked. "Um...well...You could tell me what I was like. What did I like doing? Tell me some of my interests?" Kowalski told him. "Oh, well, u were very intelligent, u loved to invent things. Even though they usually blew up." Private looked at Kowalski and smiled, remembering all the times he heard an explosion coming from inside Kowalski's lab. Skipper would get upset, but he always got over it. Private then looked at Rico, who seemed to be thinking about the same thing. "We were good vrienden weren't we?" Kowalski asked sadly. Private walked up to Kowalski and hugged him. Even though it had only been a short while since Kowalski lost his memory, to the young cadet it felt like days. He missed the unpronounceable screwball inventions he'd make. He just hoped that in time his memory would return.

Suddenly Skipper came up to them. "I know where Blowhole is. He's somewhere close to JFK International Airport." Private and Rico smiled. "That's great! But...how are we going to get there?" Private asked. "We'll kruis that bridge when we get to it. In this case the Queensboro Bridge. Roll out men." The four of them then started their journey to find Blowhole.