Okay, this is my first shot at a humanized story or PoM, so be nice :)
It has my O.C.'s in it too, so I hope you like it.
I don't own the penguins of Madagascar.
Marshal walked down the hallway of the building of Central Park Zoo Apartments. It was named that because it's right next to the zoo, which was enjoyable to all the kids that lived there. He had just gone to get some grape juice from the vending machine down the hall, and tried not to spill it on the carpet like last time and get his dad mad again.
Was it just him or was someone following him? He turned around with a suspicious look in his light blue eyes, which were barely visible with his shaggy black hair. He hated getting haircuts as you can tell, but his dad would probably hogtie him to the top of the car and force the scissors to his head if he didn't get one soon.
He chuckled a little bit at the thought of his dad. A strict police officer maybe, but he loved him.
Then he heard it again, it sounded like a rustling of footsteps behind him. He turned around quickly this time, but all he saw was an empty hallway with the brick designed wallpaper covering the walls.
"Huh, guess my dad's paranoia, in Ms. Marlene's words, is getting to me." He whispered to himself. Before he could turn back around, a hand popped out from behind him and stuck a cloth to his mouth. Marshal struggled and spilt the juice all over his white T-shirt shirt. He was almost knocked out from it, but he got one of his fists up to the attacker's face, punching him right in the eye before whatever was on the cloth did its work.
"Ow!" a man's voice said putting his hand over his eye as he fell to the ground.
Marshal turned around and saw a blonde man with brown eyes, but one was covered by his black leather glove covered hand that was still holding the cloth. "Who are you?" he asked, backing away from the guy and trying not to show how shaken up he was. When he was far enough away, he noticed the man's light blue doctor's coat, but this guy wasn't any doctor he'd met before.
The man didn't answer, and he tried to grab Marshal's leg. He successfully had the legging of the jeans in his hands for a second, but Marshal kicked his leg and got of the man's grasp before dashing down the hallway. "Come back Marshal!" he called, reaching his arm out to the boy, making Marshal wonder how he knew his name.
He ran down the hallway, but he was really weak from whatever was on that napkin. His apartment that he shared with his dad, his Uncle Rico, Kowalski, and Private along with Athena, Buttons, and Elli, was too far away. He heard footsteps coming from behind him, so he took off out the door and into the city. When he was outside, he looked around the congested street of New York. He didn't know where to go, but sometimes hiding in public was the best way to go. His dad taught him that.
"Marshal!" the man called out again. He stumbled down the hallway, making the ten year old make his way through the sidewalks of the city.
"S'cuse me, Pardon, aw scoot man!" Marshal said, pushing his way through the crowd of people. He ran to a coffee shop his dad usually goes to.
He made it there and sat down at one of the outdoor tables with a green and white striped umbrella protecting the afternoon sun from hitting his head. He then held one of the magazines up to hide his face and sat down. He looked at the article about penguins, pretending to be interested, and waited for what seemed to be hours of not taking his eyes off of the magazine's photos of penguins waddling along the ice of Antarctica.
He didn't know what to do other than that and was hiding the fact he was crying. "Please be gone, please be gone, oh, please be gone." He whispered to himself. He finally got the guts to look and didn't see the man. Marshal felt his pocket. He had just enough money for one phone call home. "Man this sucks." he whispered to himself.
At home. . . . . . . . .
Skipper paced the floor of his apartment building with his hands behind his back, wondering where his son was. Eventually his two hands that were balled into a fist began to hurt his back from being pressed against it along with his black T-shirt in worry, so he just sat down next to Kowalski on their grey colored couch that matched the rest of their home. Sometimes, they think their land lady, Alice, hated them for putting them in a garage themed room.
"I don't like it Kowalski, he's usually home or at one of his friends' apartments by now." Skipper said looking at his tall roommate. They had moved in together years ago and became friends and co-workers at the police department along with Rico and Private.
"He's fine Skipper." Kowalski said, not looking up from his science magazine. "Marshal's got…street smarts."
Skipper glared at Kowalski, wondering if he was applying Marshal was dumb, but before he could do anything, the telephone rang and Skipper ran up and answered it. "Hello?"
"Dad?" Marshal's voice spoke out.
"Marshal, where are you? I've been worried sick!" Skipper said infuriated.
"Dad, there's someone chasing me! I can't talk too long. I could only afford one call on this payphone. I'm scared." Marshal whispered. He sniffed and wiped a tear away. His cheek felt so sticky from crying. It was no wonder people hated to do it. It made their eyes hurt and red and he could taste it in his mouth at times, but usually when it was a lot of tears, like it was right now. Marshal popped his head above the telephone booth and peered around. Thankfully, he didn't see him, for now anyways.
Skipper's heart stopped for a second. "Okay, okay, stay calm." He said, wondering if he meant him or Marshal. "Where are you at right now?" he asked. He scrambled in a drawer next to the phone till he finally found a pencil and a sheet of yellow notebook paper.
"I'm inside that coffee shop you go to all the time. Oh man, I see him!" Marshal said, trying to hide behind the indoor payphone.
"Marshal, stay with me okay. Now what does he look like?" Skipper asked smoothing out the black hair on his head, feeling as if he were going to pull it out. He usually kept his hair neat like Kowalski and Private, but it usually went shaggy like Rico's when he was stressed or really overworked at the police department. That usually happened a lot, because Skipper took his job as a policeman seriously, more seriously than anyone seemed to.
"Okay, he's blonde, brown eyes, I think, and he's wearing a doctor coat or something like that. I'm scared dad." Marshal explained. He was breathing hard and could feel his heard pounding in his chest "Dad, what should I do?" he whined.
"Stay there unless he see's you! If he does, then you head somewhere safe and don't talk to any strangers!" Skipper said in a warning tone. He faced Kowalski. "Kowalski, get the car, we've got to head up to the doughnut shop," he said. He put his face back up to the phone to see if Marshal was still there, but the call had ended, "And quick!"
Private, Rico, Athena, Buttons, and Elli stepped out. "What's wrong, Skippa? We heard shouting." Private said with his British accent. His hand was placed on Elli's shoulder, where the ends of her curly black hair would just touch, but they were already covered by a small white short sleeved sweater she wore over her green dress wearing a pair of flip flops that was always the same color at the sweater.
"Where's Marshal?" Elli asked in her British accent she had like her dad. Her light brown eyes looked up at her uncle filled with curiosity and worry.
"Please tell me he's not planning another prank at Peanut's or Eggy's again." Athena said with a small groan at the thought. She felt like she should pull her ponytail out sometimes when Marshal pulls pranks like that. Athena wore a small light red T-shirt with a pair of jeans along with her white sneakers. On her T-shirt, it read Science girl!
"Oh boy!" Buttons and Rico said getting ready to dread the moments ahead if it was true.
Rico and Buttons had shaggy black hair, but Rico's stuck up a bit at the top and Rico had a small scar on his right eye. Both of them looked crazy at times, but they were loveable once you knew them. Both of them couldn't talk in complete sentences thanks to a horrible accident affecting Buttons, Rico, and Rico's girl friend, Dolly Carlota. Buttons was wearing a yellow T-shirt with a picture of dynamite on it above his dark green shorts. Rico had on a grey shirt with a pair of dark blue jeans. Both of them were wearing sneakers.
"Um, Private, do you think you could stay here and watch the kids? The others and I have to go to the doughnut shop down the street." Kowalski said. He smiled a thank you when the newest and youngest member of their police team nodded and took the kids into their playroom.
"Get me a doughnut!" One of the kids shouted before the door closed on them.
Skipper got his gun and police badge out, tightening his police belt around his waist. He had a feeling he was going to need it. "Oh trust me, if we get Marshal back, we'll bring all the doughnuts you can eat!" he mumbled before they finally got out the door.
At the doughnuts shop. . . . . . .
"I have visual on the shop, Skipper." Kowalski whispered in a walky-talky near his neck as he walked down the side of the shop peering in for any suspicious activity. He was wearing a long coat going undercover. "Should I head in?" he asked.
"Do you see Marshal?" Skipper asked worried through the walky-talky. Skipper stayed in a police car, ready to jump in for back up.
"No, but he's probably hiding from whoever's chasing him." Kowalski answered then his blue eyes widened as he walked along the sidewalk, thinking a horrible thought. "You don't think it's him do you Skipper?" he asked.
Skipper knew who he meant right away. "I don't know, but we'd better stay on our toes." He said.
"Ka-boom?" Rico asked entering the walky-talky conversation.
"Rico, Marshal might still be in there!" Skipper hollered. "Besides, I don't wanna know how much it would cost me to repay a destroyed building, oh wait, I do!" Skipper said remembering the time Rico blew up the side of the police department when he went bomb crazy first day on the job.
"Aw!" Rico grunted out. One thing that was oddly strange about Rico was how he could fit strangely large things into his sleeves and pants. I mean, doesn't it hurt to pull a chainsaw from where you're butt is? They didn't know, but it sure came in handy at times!
"Okay Skipper, I'm heading in." Kowalski said as a bell rung signaling the man's arrival. He approached the counter. "I'll have one pink frosted doughnut with color sprinkles." He ordered receiving a funny look from the young man behind the counter as he reached down to get the princess doughnut. "It's for my daughter." Kowalski explained.
"Okay sir, that'll be $3.95." he said as he handed the girly doughnut to him. "Besides, that's not the strangest thing I saw today."
"What did you see?" Kowalski asked handing him the money.
The clerk motioned for Kowalski to come closer, so he did, giving him a full view of the 17-year-old's acne and freckled face. "Well, this dude comes in saying his son ran away, so he finds him at the payphone, and the kids like 'daddy help me!' as he takes him away." the clerk said. "Didn't he just say he was the kid's dad? Pft, probably some sick and twisted mom, am I right?" he said with a laugh.
Skipper heard the whole thing through Kowalski's hidden walky-talky.
"It can't be him." He said shaking his head from side to side as tears streamed down his face. He slammed and gripped the steering wheel in anger, realizing that it probably is the work of his arch enemy. "I'm not letting you take the last bit of family I have left." he grumbled as if he could speak to him, but if he really was in Skipper's sight. He pressed the walky-talky's button. "Kowalski, you can abort mission now. If this is Blowhole's working, then I'll be expecting a phone call right about now."
Oh snap! Where's Marshal? Will they find him? What did Dr. Blowhole do to Skipper?
Find out later in the story!
Oh, and please review, I need to know if I'm good at this or not XD