Hello all, and welcome! This story should explain everything you need to know to be able to understand it, but I do recommend checking out Gorillaz/Penguins of Madagascar, in case you haven't already :)
Like the summary says, Penguins of Madagascar-portion of the story happens in the episode The Return of the revenge of Dr. Blowhole, after Blowhole uses his 'Mind-jacker' on Skipper and he loses his memory. The Gorillaz-part of the story is located in phase 3.
The story is dedicated to my friend, who thought I was only a little bit insane ;)
Read, review and most importantly, enjoy!
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Chapter one – A Whole New Day
The waves washed gently to the shore. Midday sun shone brightly and only a gentle breeze could be felt. It would have been a typical day, if it wasn't for one thing.
Along with the waves something unusual got washed to the coast. A small creature, barely alive. After a while the creature tried to take a breath, but ended up coughing loudly for its lungs were filled with seawater.
After finally being able to catch his breath the creature rolled on its back and panted. He began trying to crack open his eyes, but the sun seemed blindingly bright. The creature decided to slowly sit up. He covered his eyes from the sun and looked around. "Where am I?"
Suddenly the creature heard steps behind him and got up quicker than he imagined being able to. He turned around to see a young woman walking towards him with a curious look on her face. The creature got cautious but decided that woman didn't seem too dangerous.
"A penguin? On this island? I wonder how you got here, little one," the woman said as she reached the creature.
"What is this place?" asked the creature slowly.
"Oh, I didn't know you could talk," the woman smiled, surprised. "This is Plastic Beach, and I'm ヌードル, you can call me Noodle," she made a small bow.
"But I thought you said you were a penguin?" the creature replied, feeling confused.
"No, silly, you are a penguin," the woman, Noodle laughed. "What's your name?"
The creature was about to reply, but ended up being silent. "I... I can't remember," he said slowly.
"You... can't remember?" Noodle's turn to be confused.
"No, I can't remember anything!" the creature said. "I didn't know I was this 'penguin' thing until you reminded me," he continued sadly. "I don't know who I am, or where I am, how or why".
"Well," Noodle replied emphatically. "I can't tell you who you are, and how or why you are here, but what I can tell you is where you are," she smiled encouragingly. "Welcome to Plastic Beach!"
"Plastic... Beach?" the creature, penguin, repeated. "What is that?"
"It's exactly what it sounds like," Noodle answered. "It is a beach made of plastic. All the unwanted waste that has ever been thrown into the oceans has traveled here to form this floating lump of plastic".
"I see. ...Do I live here?" asked the penguin.
"Not to my knowledge," Noodle said. "This is the first time I see you, and there are not many places to hide in here," she chuckled slightly.
"Besides, should you live here, I think you'd recognize something from here".
"Ma'am, I don't even recognize myself," the penguin noted. "I have no recollection of anything!"
"Ma'am..." Noodle flavored the word for a while, but changed the subject soon.
"I'd want to help you, if you allow that," the woman made a small bow.
The penguin nodded. "That'd be appreciated," he smiled.
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"Are there any other islands or something like that nearby here where I could've come from?" the penguin asked.
"Well, that is quite the curious part," Noodle said slowly, sitting down next to the penguin.
"We are at Point Nemo, the furthest point from any landmass on earth," she explained.
"You must've traveled a very long way, and quite frankly, it is a miracle you washed up here, nothing less than in the middle of nowhere".
"...Is it possible that I came from Antarctica then? That is where penguins live, right?" the penguin wondered.
"Yes," nodded Noodle. "But I don't think that is where you are from".
"Why not?"
"We're on the north side of the island, Antarctica is on the opposite direction. It's highly unlikely that you'd wash up on this side, if you were from Antarctica," Noodle said.
The penguin started to look miserable.
"But I'll help you find out everything," Noodle smiled. "I'll help you remember where you're from".
"Ma'am, like I've said, I can't even remember my own name. How could I ever distinguish what place in this big world I used to call my home?" the penguin replied with a broken spirit.
"Oh, you can," Noodle smiled. "Believe me," she added and winked.
The penguin tilted its head. "Oh?"
"Yes, we are surprisingly alike," Noodle stated. "You see, when I was ten years old, I was put in a FedEx crate, and shipped to a hilltop in Essex, England. On that hilltop was a place called Kong Studios, home to the band Gorillaz. I became their guitarist.
But my past troubled me. I had no memory of other places than England, but I didn't know the language, I didn't know how I had learned the guitar... I did not know myself, but my past haunted me. There were… nightmares. Faint flashbacks of my past, memories I couldn't forget. So, I traveled to Osaka, Japan, where I knew I had been born, and it all came back to me. Suddenly those surroundings, and certain words, awoken every memory I had forgotten," Noodle said and concluded: "Even though my memory had been wiped away".
"So you think… there is hope for me?" the penguin asked with a faint smile.
"Of course," Noodle responded to the smile. "We just need to find that memory which is so strong it wasn't wiped away".
"Yeah!" the penguin now fully smiled.
"We could start by figuring out your name," Noodle suggested.
"Okay, how do we do that?" asked the penguin with little hesitation.
"Let's go inside," Noodle replied and started walking away.
"Whoa, wait, inside?" the penguin yelled and ran after her.