Seven Abominations
Summary: Skipper and Marlene learn something shocking, and their wold is turned upside down.
The Mystery
The sky was blue, and reds, browns and yellows began to commandeer the green of the leaves, yet summer was fighting back with it's greatest weapon; heat.
Too much heat, in fact, than even the Madagascar and Africa faring penguins could take. Standing on their "iceberg" they waved to the few visitors, exhausted. Even taking a dip in the pool wasn't helping, the cooling units had broken in the heat, and all the "cool" had come out of the pool.
" Cute...and cuddly boys..."Skipper waved to the sweaty visitors without much enthusiasm. Rico had given up and was lying on his belly, panting like a dog. Private and Kowalski were frying fish in the fishbowl, the only positive note to the extreme heat wave.
" Skipper, this kind of extreme heat, it's dangerous." Kowalski said.
"Not to mention the concrete is burning the bottom of my feet!" Private complained. showing the red steaming burns on his feet.
" Just a few more minutes, Kowalski...It's almost closing time..." And with that, Skipper collapsed.
Luckily, Alice was nearby. " Oh great, I thought I told them to get those cooling units fixed...it better not be dead!"
The penguins found themselves in cages, and to the vet they went, and into a safe, air-conditioned room.
" Now, now, little fellas, your safe here. " The Doctor said.
" Uh, should I stay and make sure their condition remains stable Doctor?" said the pre-med student. He was a short, skinny boy with large glasses and dirty-blonde hair, and a face dotted with leftover pimples from not-so-long ago puberty.
" I suppose that will be all right. Be sure to tell me if anything happens." The doctor answered as he walked away.
" T-totally." the student said.
" Kowalski, what just happened?" Skipper asked as he came to.
" You had a heat stroke. It appears someone forgot to fix our air conditioning units in time for us to adapt to the quickly warming environment...Skipper?"
The student had taken Skipper out of his cage, and pulled out a rather large needle.
" Gonna hafta make this one quick..."
" Whoa! Who what the...AAAaOOOAAAA!" Skipper yelled as the needle sunk into his nether-regions, and stayed in a little longer than expected. The student threw him back onto the cage.
The doctor ran into the room. "What's going on in here-ugh!" he yelled before being pushed over by the "student". The young man ran out the door, putting the needle back into his pocket.
" That crazy doc oughta pay me a little more for this..."
A day later
Skipper stood on the concrete "iceberg" a pack of actual ice strapped to his bottom.
"If I ever see that punk again, I'll be the one with the element of surprise." He mumbled.
His team had gone out get sno-cones, which Skipper didn't really feel up to do dong much, but now wished he had gone, he was bored now. He looked over to Marlene's habitat, and saw she too had strapped an ice pack near her tail-region, and sat at the edge of the water, a scowl on her face. Sensing conspiracy, he hopped over, wincing as he went, to her habitat.
" Marlene, you wouldn't happen to need that ice-pack because ..."
" Some stupid kid stuck a needle into me, and it HURT. Even worse than those regular shots do...oh my goodness...you to? Did it happen to anyone else?"
" Negative...it seems that punk targeted just us for some reason. But I have a feeling that he might be taking orders..."
Meanwhile….
" Yo, Doc. I got the penguin male and female Otter DNA you wanted..."
The teen said as he walked through the awfully cliché dimly lit laboratory, going by the cages of creatures you'd only see in your nightmares.
A tall wiry man, shrouded in shadows, grabbed the flasks with boney hands.
" From the designated genetically matched ones?"
" Central park otter, central park penguin.."
" The leader of the rookery?"
" I made sure, the one with the flat head. Now when do I get paid-"
The strange scientist threw a bag of money at the boys feet. He grabbed the sack and ran out, happy to have gotten his rewards.
The shadowed man smiled at the DNA-filled flasks." Time to make a little money..."