Man Down

A Penguins of Madagascar fanfic by Miscellaneous Thief

A/N: Hi peoples! Welcome to chapter one of my new story! If you haven't read It's a Heck of a Town yet, I suggest you read it first. This takes place during the third week of June. Also,the plot of this story was inspired by Hot Wheels!: Battle Force 5.

Disclaimer- Still trying to convince them to let me own part of Pom. Maybe if I got that restraining order removed...

Chapter 1- A Copy Cat's Mistake

"Alright men, and woman, move in!" Skipper whisper ordered.

In a fluid movement, we all dove into the ventilation shaft of Blowhole's newest lair. Which, the guys told me, was right on top of his old lair. Idiot, I thought. This just made it too easy to find him. Maybe too easy.

I mentally shook myself as I stomach- glided deeper into the building. According to Skipper, Blowhole had some 'diabolical' plans to freeze the equator, so that the whole world would enter a second ice age and kill all humans. How this was supposed to work, I have no idea. I wondered if this could possibly be a trap, or just Skipper's paranoia getting to me.

With a wave of his flipper, Skipper, who had taken point, signaled us to stop. We all instantly leaped up, silent as can be. Until further notice, this was stealth mission.

Skipper glanced down the shaft of the crossroad we were at, then signaled us to move on.

We turned right and continued. I still thought this was way too easy-

"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDERS ON LEVEL THREE! REPEAT, INTRUDERS ON LEVEL THREE!"

-crap. Thought too soon.

"Well, so much for surprising 'em" Mary remarked rhetorically.

Skipper shot her a look, then said "Our cover has been compromised, so let's just find the nearest grille and do what we do best"

I nodded. I knew what that meant, and I couldn't wait to kick some crustacean behind.

We continued on until we found the metal grille we were looking for. I peered down. Right below our very feet was a small battery of lobsters, armed with poles and standing at attention. probably on the look-out for us. I smirked, I bet they weren't expecting us to just drop out of the roof. This was going to be fun.

"OK men," Mary cleared her throat "And woman, move in!"

In a joint effort, all six of us pulled up the grille. Skipper gave a silent count down from three, then abruptly pushed me out of the vent. Luckily, said penguin's training had sped up my reaction time, so I quickly did a flip to slow my decent and landed near a lobster. I punched him in the face.

"What the heck was that for!" I yelled at Skipper, who was still in the vent.

To reply, Skipper dove beak first out the vent, did a triple flip, and landed gracefully next to me.

"Show off" I muttered under my breath.

Skipper smirked at me nonchalantly as he started to punching random lobsters.

"Just testing your reflexes, cadet"

"Whatever." I said as I drove a lobster into the nearest wall.

Mary was next to join us. She did a flip similar to mine, and landed next to me.

"Hey." She greeted.

Then she jumped up as two lobsters rushed at her from two different locations, then crashed into each other.

"Idiot" She remarked.

I didn't see Kowalski or Rico come down, but Kowalski suddenly appeared next to me, and I could hear Rico's crazy laughter in the background as he upchucked his favorite chainsaw. That meant only Private was left in the vent. I took out a lobster and glanced at the vent in time to catch Private as he dove out. Only too late did I realize that he was going to try and copy Skipper's flip. He messed up on the second flip, and was now heading for the concrete fast.

"Private!" I called.

Luckily, Skipper had extremely good reflexes. He kicked a lobster to where Private was going to land. And just in time too, for Private landed at the exact same moment as the lobster got there, so his fall was cushioned.

"Private!" I called again. I tobogganed over to him (I could finally do it with out crashing into popcorn stands) just as he was picking himself.

"Private, are you OK? How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked, concerned.

"Aly, you don't have fingers anymore. Remember?" Private said.

I let out a sigh of relief "Oh, yeah. Right. Old habits die hard, I guess."

Suddenly Private jumped to his feet and and punched a lobster that was trying to sneak up behind me.

"Thanks." I said.

And then we rejoined the fight. As I continued to knock out lobsters, I soon found myself separated from Private and back to back with Skipper instead.

"He looks up to you, you know." I shouted over my shoulders.

"Who? Private?" Skipper questioned.

"Yeah, him. You may not realize it, but Private looks up to you as a role model. You need to watch doing things like that triple flip earlier, he could seriously hurt himself trying to copy you."

Skipper made a skeptical noise "You worry too much, cadet. Private's a tough solider!"

"Just be careful, OK?" I asked.

Skipper sighed "Fine, I'll-"

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF SWEET SARDINES IS GOING ON HERE?" Yelled a certain evil dolphin as he stood on his moped.

Everybody froze, lobsters included, as Blowhole swept the room with his eyes. The expression on his face was when he noticed almost all of his lobster battalion were unconscious was priceless. I wish I had a camera.

"What's wrong, Hole-Blow, are you losing?" I sneered with fake sympathy.

Blowhole glared at me "Ah, pathetic human, we meet again."

"Yeah, miss us?" Mary retorted. I laughed.

"Enjoy your laughter, humans and peng-oo-ins, it won't last long." He then glanced at all the lobsters just standing there "What are you waiting for? Attack!"

And the battle resumed. We continued to kick lobster butt. We had already defeated over half of his unit by the time Blowhole had arrived. Blowhole was fighting a losing battle, and I think he knew it too.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Skipper do the Corkscrew on an unsuspecting lobster. Skipper had bragged earlier that morning that only he could do the Corkscrew- oh no. With a great sense of foreboding, I turned and looked for Private. Mary and Kowalski were fighting back-to-back in a corner where some lobster stupidly tried to corner them, Rico was having fun with his chainsaw, Skipper was finishing off several lobsters, and Private, I realized horribly, was about to do the Corkscrew on Blowhole.

"Private, don't!" I yelled, but I was too late.

Already in motion, Private jumped up several feet and began his twisted descent towards the evil dolphin. Blowhole, either alerted because of my yell or that he'd simply been watching Private the whole time- it didn't matter at the moment- easily stepped out of the way in time to watch Private crash into the wall.

"Private!" I yelled again.

Then everything seemed to go in slow motion. Blowhole turned to grab something off a nearby table. I began to run towards Private. I had to reach him before Blowhole did.

Blowhole got closer.

"No!" I cried Just as Blowhole got him.

Blowhole picked Private up by his scruff. In his other flipper was a syringe filled with a milky white substance. Private tried to struggle, but he was still dazed and confused from crashing into the wall. In the next instant, Blowhole plunged the syringe into Private's neck and the milky substance entered his body.

Abruptly Private stopped struggling. Blowhole tossed him aside ten feet from where I was standing. He didn't look alive. I fell to my knees.

"PRIVATE!" I shrieked.

And then all hell broke loose.

A/N: Ah! I feel so bad doing this to Private! And before y'all leave reviews asking me about it, yes Aly's wounds have healed in one week. If you've watched the new episode, Arch Enemy (which I loved!), then you would've seen that Kowalski was in bandages and barely moving, and later the same day he wasn't! Another good example is the entire episode of Love Hurts. So don't judge me. As always, reviews are welcome. Flames will be used to toast marshmallows. Good reviews will get s'mores from said marshmallows.