Skipper stood in the doorway, shocked at what he had just seen.
Was…was that a painting of…of ME?! He thought to himself, still not believing his own two eyes.
“Nah that wasn’t me, it was probably just a pinguïn from her old aquarium.” He zei to himself as he waddled out of Marlene’s habitat.
“Yea that’s what it was, just an old friend of hers that just happens to look like me.” Skipper continued, smiling as he tried desperately to convince himself that he had not just seen a painting of himself in Marlene’s habitat.