Wish You Were Gone
Madagascar 3/characters (c) DreamWorks SKG
A/N: I don't even know what this is. Please leave a review, though!
"Maurice…Maauuurriicce? Wake-y wake-y, Maurice. WAKE UP!"
The rotund lemur sat up abruptly in his makeshift bed, smacking his forehead against King Julien's, who hadn't moved out of the way in time. Groaning, Maurice rubbed the tender spot while glaring sleepily at the ring-tailed lemur. "What is it, your majesty?" he muttered.
"My love requires a frosty beverage!" Julien hissed animatedly, wringing his paws. "If not, she will get very, very angry."
Maurice waved his boss away, "Then why can't you get her something? We're still in Central Park, there are probably still vendors milling around, Julien."
The ring-tailed lemur gasped, appalled. "You want a king to get tings for himself?" He rubbed his nonexistent nails on his chest before examining them critically. "Manual labor is for de king's subjects. Now, Maurice, I command you to…."
Julien trailed off as he found his right-hand man snoring again. The king leaned forward, prodding Maurice in the back with no response before groaning theatrically. "Fine, I will find Mort instead…"
Once he was sure that Julien was gone, Maurice chuckled. The aye-aye rolled into his back, paws folded over his plump belly—he certainly wouldn't be getting back to sleep, at least not anytime soon.
Even so, Maurice relished in simply listening to the sounds of the slightly psychotic circus that had become his tentative home. High up in the rafters that supported the tent, coupled with his sensitive hearing, he could clearly hear the familiar thuds of Vitaly perfecting his already faultless aim with his various pointy implements, a radio turned to the oldies station and the laughter of Melman and Gloria as they practiced their dance routine, the chimps' screeches as they lost a game of poker to the penguins, Marty and Stefano discussing aerodynamics, and Alex and Gia talking to each other about…something. Maurice didn't see the need to pry.
But even past the ruckus, the snoring of several dozen animals and the voices of those that were still awake, the aye-aye could hear the unfamiliar sounds of a city. The hubbub was piercing, jarring, in fact, but the screeches, gunshots, and honking cars brought a subdued sense of ease. Not quite like the sounds of the jungle he so missed, the natural winds, the cries of prey—nature doing its work. But this was fine too, he supposed.
"Mort, I told—I told you, get offa da feet!"
Maurice sighed. Right. There was still that. For perhaps the umpteenth time, the aye-aye wished the king had indeed perished in the penguins' car when falling off the roof of that building in Monte Carlo. But of course, Maurice couldn't possibly be that lucky. He had been cursing the penguins for hours after that, and the chimps even more for flying the plane that saved the self-proclaimed king, but all his frustration had eventually burnt itself out.
The aye-aye chuckled. Honestly, he might miss the narcissistic ring-tail lemur. Maybe. Only a little bit.
"Maurice!" a high-pitched voice called in singsong, and the aye-aye raised his head as Mort came scrabbling up the rafters. "Maurice!"
Maurice sat up, eyeing the mouse lemur with a distrusting eye. "Yeah, Mort?"
"It-it's King Julien!" Mort fretted, waving his tiny paws. "He is giving your CDs to the big scary bear!"
"Not the Cedric the Entertainer ones?" Maurice blanched. Mort only nodded.
Forget what he said before. Maurice was going to wring the king's neck if there was even a single scratch on those disks.
A/N: Did anyone else find it hilarious that Maurice actually looked happy when it seemed like Julien had fallen over the edge of that building?
Anyway, if anyone has any suggestions as for what I should write about, I'd be happy to hear them :D