A/N: Hey! What about the other stories that I never finished writing? :/
Don't worry, this story is really short and everything. I'm already almost done with the other chapter, but I shall upload it tomorrow! Considering I want to upload each chapter one day at a time. There will be a total of seven chapters. So, yeah. Oh! Before I forget, I'm rewinding in my other stories. I'll finish my earliest stories to the latest. So, everyone will be happy! Hope you enjoy this story, though!
I do not own Penguins of Madagascar and/or characters, they belong to Nickelodeon and Dreamworks Animation I do not own the quotes, belongs to their respectful owners I own the story
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"A man sooner or later discovers that he is the master-gardener of his soul, the director of his life." ~ James Allen
It was a normal early morning at New York City. The city that never sleeps was always running and about and even the animals within have their own errands to soon attend, an attendance of survival for some others. The rest of the animal kingdom are usually personal and much care-free, not expecting to die so soon and never knowing when one would get run over, causing short morning before moving on. But, as the sun begins to shine, the wind continues to blow, and active movements continue to flow, there is one that is most focused.
It's located in Central Park zoo, which many were being awaken when a shed of light were hit upon them. All were realizing the ball of plasma energy was up in the sky, and knew they were going to live another day, but this thought was in their back of their minds. But, a certain four were already up and about before the sun could gaze upon them. These were known as the four elite penguin team, Kowalski, Private, Rico, and Skipper. The four just finished their training and decided to head down to get some rest before they could go on a mini-mission for the day.
"In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit." ~ Albert Schweitzer
Private was the first one to enter the HQ. He had a huge smile on his face as he quickly waddled over to the TV. He sat down on his bottom and got the remote to turn on the television. The first thing that popped up was Private's favorite show, The Luna-corn. He swayed slightly back and forth while he watched the unicorn teach young viewers the importance of friendship and a small conflict to show small suspense. The thought of friendship entered his mind with a blow, this caused Private snapped back to reality for a moment.
He looked behind him to see that Rico was painting a portrait of his doll while Skipper was drinking his coffee and going through the files. But, Kowalski was not present, which did not cause alarm, since Private assumed Kowalski was in his lab. But the thought of the three of them brought a calmer smile to the youngest penguin. Private knew the three for most of his life and he was close to each of them. They were a family, but most importantly, they had a strong bond of friendship and they would not abandon each other nor would Private do the same. They'll never swim alone and Private knew it.
The young penguin turned around and faced the TV once more, being sucked back in, to imagination.
"All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time." ~ Otto Dix
Rico saw Private already watching his show by the time the maniac entered the headquarters. But, Rico did not mind of such, knowing Private like the mushy stuff, something Rico himself never cared for. But, this did not matter to him; he smiled when coming towards his girl, Ms. Perky. He picked her up from his bunk and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She was a beautiful woman in his eyes, and forever will she be his and his alone. He then went to the main room where showed the presence of Skipper and Private. Rico grinned madly when he set Ms. Perky on the floor and quickly slid to get his art supplies under his bunk mattress. He retrieved the needed supplies and tucked them under his flipper. He carefully went back to Ms. Perky on the floor and set the supplies down before he went to get his stand and portrait paper.
Not sooner or later did he had everything set up. He had Ms. Perky sitting up on a red velvet pillow and had some bombs surround her, but of course they were not ready to explode. Rico would never do that to his object of affection. He started to let his paint brush dip into red, the color of anger. He let his flipper start to actually form a picture on the blank paper. It started to form of not the sitting Ms. Perky, but of her running as if she were alive. She ran as bombs were exploding behind her and had a wicked smile like Rico himself. Speaking of Rico, he was in the portrait too and was right beside the doll. Chaos was drawn in his portrait but so was love and yet balance of his inner soul. He was so much into it that he did not notice Private staring at him and Skipper, having thoughts of his own.
Rico loved to paint.
But, he mostly loved his chaotic yet balanced soul, according to him.
"An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise." ~ Victor Hugo
When Kowalski entered the HQ, he ignored what was around him and went straight to his lab of his peace. A grin was plastered on his face as he rubbed his flippers together in a diabolical motion. Yes, he tried to do what's right and be the silent hero. But, when it comes to his experiments, all things are pushed aside of consequences and let all his own logic imagination take wing. He lets all his dark thoughts be expressed of his experiments, which would cause others to think of why Kowalski's inventions always cause some world disastrous hazard. But, the egg-head bird did not let those personal thoughts enter his own head. Nor was he really aware of dark thoughts becoming real in his inventions which have a purpose of full-filling peace, decency, or a needed requirement.
As for the moment, Kowalski was mixing chemicals and was building machinery at the side. He did much multi-task and he knew it, and that's what Kowalski loved. The mass of problems set on him were his bliss Hell. The impossible in balance with the possible were in action in his little dome. He loved it when there is a problem he is stuck on and in the next few moments he would figure it out, it was frustrating yet satisfying. But, as much as his mad mind was at work, the penguin knew he would never use it for evil meanings.
To Kowalski, that is unnecessary to do and pointless.
"Men make history and not the other way around. In periods where there is no leadership, society stands still. Progress occurs when courageous, skillful leaders seize the opportunity to change things for the better." ~ Harry S. Truman
His men were doing their business, and Skipper had no intention to interrupt them as of yet. He needed to gather his own thoughts and decisions to do any action. Even if Kowalski was his option guy, Skipper had to make sure it was the right move in this world that is just a game of chess. He was sitting in a chair as the table was in front of him. The leader penguin was looking through his files of past missions and he studied their moves and studied their strategy and how to perfect it next time. Skipper knew his duty as leader and he knew the heavy responsibility it has.
And, every moment he never regretted it.
The penguins' credo clearly states to never swim alone, and Skipper knows this by heart. And he knew that such a credo is a part of his leadership responsibility. He then gazed behind him to catch a small glimpse of Private watching his show and Rico painting something with a wild smile. The two of them made Skipper smile before he turned back to his files and continued to go through them. He let every information sink in his head and let it wrap around his quick decision making and own logic. But, sometimes Skipper isn't against some relaxation. After-all, the body isn't a machine that can keep going forever and never tire with their power. But, besides that, Skipper knew his place in his team and knew how to deal with it.
After-all, he was the one to bring everyone together.
"A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate." ~ Baroness Orczy
Private screamed and jolted up from surprise when his TV show was replaced with a dolphin's face with a bionic eye.
"Hello, pen-gu-ins." The dolphin, Blowhole grinned darkly.
Skipper immediately ceased what he was doing before and bolted towards the television screen. Rico abandoned his artwork and followed suit as Kowalski opened his lab door when hearing the commotion and was soon shocked to see his enemy on their television again.
"Blowhole!" Skipper snarled, "What're you doing on our TV again?"
The dolphin grinned more so. "Isn't it obvious?"
"You want to surrender and leave us and the humans alone?" Private smiled in hope and let his flippers touch together in pray.
Blowhole burst out in his maniacal laughter, "Like that would happen!"
"Then state your business!" Skipper snapped and walked closer to the TV screen to give Blowhole a death glare.
This did not faze the evil dolphin. "My presence here is simple…I only came to gloat of the success of my plans."
"Whatever it is, we can bring it down!" Kowalski sneered.
Rico nodded in agreement and choked up his famous flame-thrower, now chuckling a bit madly.
Blowhole studied the penguins before him for a moment. He knew that the four birds were practically inseparable and really gave off the impression and definition of team. But, even with this, Blowhole was not going to let them stop his plans. And, of course, there's always the sense of gloating to his enemies as he knows that this time he'll win. And, Blowhole knew that perhaps this will be there finale on planet Earth if he plays his cards right. The smell of revenge fumed around the dolphin as hatred for his enemies were shown in his one good eye. "Not this time…My plans are much darker and devious and you will not stop me!"
The mad scientist dolphin gave one more cackle, before the TV screen shut off, now showing it blank and the reflection of the penguins before it.
"It is well that war is so terrible. We should grow too fond of it." ~ Robert E. Lee
Kowalski traced the call to Blowhole's location. It was a surprised that Blowhole was all the way in Michigan, near one of the Great Lakes called Michigan Lake. It was a far distance, but Kowalski did make an invention to transport of any needed location. It was one of his inventions he was working on not too long ago and just completed it. Though, it was no guarantee it would really work. But, from the chances Skipper heard and circumstances, he was willing to try it.
The penguins gathered what they needed on this top mission and they knew danger was lurking ahead of them. All penguins were in Kowalski's lab as they stood before the toaster that had much attachments of all color buttons, as well as a metallic blue cover. Kowalski pressed the buttons in speed, knowing everything by memory. The toaster hummed and it started to create a vortex before them, breaking through time and space.
"Here's our chance! Let's go, men!" Skipper yelled before he jumped in first. Kowalski followed suit with a determined frown and held the toaster when they need to come back, then it was Rico who whooped when colliding in, finally it was Private who was most hesitant. After Private entered, the vortex vanished and silence fell in HQ.
This may be the last time the penguins ever exit from their home.
