Finding My Roots
A Penguins of Madagascar Story
By:
Ocean3209
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Welcome, welcome, welcome! Welcome to my story! I hope you enjoy reading this! R&R+Enjoy!
Chapter One. The Beginning
I stared at the laptop in frustration, why the hell can't I come up with a story? Last night, I had amazing ideas in my mind. The next morning, I'm brain-dead. My mind works in so many stupid ways. It's basically summer, meaning that the kids are out of school and visiting the zoo for oftend. I hate summer.
"GAH! FUCK THIS!" I shouted, using both of my wings to throw the laptop against the wall.
My eyes shot up as I finally got an idea on what to write. I turned to the laptop that broke in half.
'Aw shit,' I thought as I went over to inspect the damage.
I touched it and it sparked. It was sparking for a solid 3 minutes until it finally stopped. It pretty much blew up afterwards. I knew that I shouldn't have stolen that laptop I found in Kowalski's lab.
"GAH!" I grunted in frustration, and started banging my wings against the wall, "WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?"
I slid my back down the wall, and tried to calm down. I checked the time on the alarm clock I made by myself. 7:25 a.m. Still kinda early.
Hans came running into the room 2 minutes later.
"What happened?" He exclaimed, looking around.
"I got mad," I said simply, smiling like a fool.
I'm pretty sure my brother mentally face-winged when I said that.
"That's it?" Hans said, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Ja!" I exclaimed, still smiling like a fool.
Hans started walking out of the room, then poked his head back in.
"Are you coming with us?" He asked.
"To the revenge thingy?" I asked, picking up my Gameboy Advance, then mentally slapped myself for saying 'thingy'.
Hans rolled his eyes, and said, "Leave it to my sister to forget."
"What is it?" I asked, turning on my Gameboy.
"Of course it's the 'revenge thingy!'" He said, throwing his wings in the air and making motions when the words 'revenge thingy' came out of his beak.
"Oh. So I'm not playing Pokémon Yellow?" I said.
"Nein!" Hans shouted.
"But Pikachu's waiting for me!" I whined, plopping on my tail, crossing my wings, and looking at Hans, slightly pouting, similar to a little school girl.
He rolled his eyes, and said, "Ocean, I'm serious. You have to go!"
"No," I said, and turned my back to Hans.
"Ocean, you are coming!" Hans commanded.
"No!" I said, acting like a spoiled little girl.
"Ocean..." Hans warned, seriousness in his voice.
"NO!" I said, refusing.
"Okay then," He said, walking out the door.
I turned my head around, confused. It wasn't like Hans to just give up like that. Weird.
I turned around again, my back facing the door, and got up.
Big mistake.
"TICKLE FIGHT!" Hans shouted, as he tackled me, and started tickling my sides.
Immediately, I started squealing and squirming around. I am EXTREMELY ticklish. All you have to do is just poke me in the side and I'll start squealing and giggling like a One Direction fangirl in one of their concerts.
"No!" I screamed, tears running down my eyes as I squirm around helplessly.
"Are you going?" Hans asked, pinning me.
"No!" I cried out, and he started tickling me again, "OKAY! I'LL- hehehehehe! -GO!"
"Good," He said, getting up, and walking out the door. Leaving me on the floor, still giggling pathetically.
Hans poked his head back in, and said, "And wear something nice."
I put on my 'WTF face', which looked kinda silly with the giggling I was doing.
I finally recovered from the tickle ambush, and got up.
"YOU EVIL, EVIL PUFFIN!" I shouted.
"Danke sissy! You are too kind!" I heard Hans respond.
I rolled my eyes, and walked out the room, grabbing the Nook tablet and head phones I "borrowed" from some kid visiting the zoo. I turned on the shuffle, "Good Time" by Owl City ft. Carly Rae Jepsen on my Nook, plugged in the head phones, and put them on. I checked the time again, 7:32. Clemson's still asleep. Well, not for long.
"Haha..." I chuckled to myself, "Time to wake up a lemur."
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I left the secret lair in the float in the Puffin Habitat at the Hoboken Zoo. Aw man. At least it was a secret. Sometimes, Hans is right. I do have a big mouth.. beak... eating thingy...
Right away, someone ambushed me. That someone covered my eyes with something. Something smooth.
"Ah!" I screamed, that did NOTHING.
I sniffed the air, it smelled like salt. There was only one resident in the Hoboken Zoo who smelled like salt.
"Savio! Not funny!" I said, slightly pouting.
Said boa constrictor chuckled and remove his tail from my eyes.
"I thought you would missss me," Savio said, pulling me closer with his tail.
"How the heck did you get in here?" I asked, then mentally slaughter myself. A normal girlfriend would be like, "Hey baby, I missed you too!", "Good morning Savio! You're the greatest boyfriend in the world!." Yeah, but I say that. Of all things. What the hell is wrong with me? Yes, I'm his girlfriend, deal with it.
Savio grinned at me. Oh no, I know that grin anywhere.
"No!" I shouted, as I flew out of the habitat.
Savio grinned again, and reeled me back with his manipulative tail.
"Let'sss go for a ride babe," He said, grinning the certain grin that made me run.
"No!" I shouted again as Savio placed me onto his neck with his tail, "I swear, if you-"
Guess what the my psycho boa constrictor boyfriend did? Yeah, he jumped out of the Puffin habitat, with me on him. And, like how movies and stuff like that start out. My Nook, it started playing "Summer Love" by We The Kings, and the head phones "accidentally" unplugged, so the song was playing for all to hear. Sometimes, it's like I'm in a movie or something.
"How... Appropriate," Savio said, and started slithering MAX SPEED around the zoo.
Darn, I'd kill him if he wasn't so damn attractive.
Where was I? Oh right. Ahem. And like the awesome person I am, I jumped off. I put on my sunglasses, jumped on my jet ski, escaped the giant flood-explosion that the zombie apocalypse caused, and rode off into the sunset. I say my cocky catch phrase, "Fuck this! Shit just got real," while the ending credits start playing in the background.
Huh? What about my psycho boyfriend? I'm telling you something that's actually entertaining, and you just want to hear about the lame incident with me and my psycho boyfriend? SHEESH. Talk about selfish much. But if you insist, you cry baby. STOP CRYING. Do you want me to call your mommy? ANSWER ME!
Oh. Wow. Okay.
I. AM. SORRY. That was just the Hoboken part of me talking. I lived here for like, 4 years, yep. Don't expect me to sugar coat anything. Where was I again? Oh yeah.
And like the stubborn puffin I am, I refused to jump off and held on. Mostly because I cared about my Nook.
"YOU ARE MAD!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
"Madly in love with you," Came the answer that made me want to punch him and kiss him at the same time. Paradox right there.
"I meant insane, babe. Sometimes, you're so hopeless," I said, clearly annoyed.
"Hopelessssly in love with you," He replied casually.
I mentally facewinged, I kinda walked right into that one.
And since I couldn't do much, I started begging.
"PLEASE SAVIO! PLEASE LET ME GO!"
"I will never let you go."
"You know what I mean!"
Curse you and your teasing, Savio! Grrr...
"Alright babe," Savio finally said, and he gently sets me in the lemur habitat.
"Thanks baby," I said, waving good-bye.
Time to wake a lemur!
Well, after I go back and get my headphones...
Hey, don't look at me like that! Those were hard to steal! The kid was clinging like mad!
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With my amazing ninja skills, I snuck into Clemson's 'lair', or so he calls it, and proceed to wake him up.
Fuck that idea, I'm planning on scaring the shit out of him.
Pardon my language, I curse a lot, don't I? Hell yeah I do. I fucking live in Hoboken! People shout curses every day, I'm serious. Not kidding.
I snuck up to his bed, and prepare to scare the shit out of him.
I pulled the blankets up, and there were only pillows there.
"What the..."
"DON'T THINK I DIDN'T SEE YOU!" Was what I heard before I was tackled to the ground by a familiar red lemur.
"CLEMSON! Get off of me! This is just too awkward!"
Said lemur got off of me, and started being a spaz.
"What were you thinking entering my lair?!"
"I was thinking, 'Hey, the spaz is probably asleep now, so I'll be so kind to wake him up.' Now I'm thinking, 'Clemson, I'm telling Hans that your appearance is fake.' I like that idea, don't you?" I said, smirking,
Clemson got off of me, and punched my wing. Yeah, that 'You can't hit a girl' rule doesn't work in Hoboken.
"Well, I'm telling those black and white buffoons that you have a sensitive beak!" Clemson countered, poking my beak, hard.
I sneezed, and held my beak. I'm pretty sure Clemson bruised it.
"Owww..." I whimpered, "You know how sensitive my beak is..."
"Dude, don't be such a girl, despite the fact that you are a girl," Clemson said.
"Crap, I think I'm bleeding," I said, holding my beak.
Clemson rolled his eyes, and handed me a towel.
"T-thank you," I said, pressing the towel against my nostrils, which probably came out as, 'Fank qu.'
Clemson pinched my cheek for some weird reason.
"What the heck?" Which probably came out as, 'Hut da hack?'
"I just realized that I'm a lot older than you," Came that simple reply.
"Okay?" I said, confused, "Are we going to the full-out revenge strike or not?"
That probably came out as, 'Oka? Ore wea gooing to da full aut ravengae strake or noat?"
"I guess."
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"I can't believe this is the only form of transportation that we have," I complained, crossing my wings.
"I can't believe Savio actually agreed to this," Clemson complained.
"Don't be so negative, you two! It could be worse," Hans said.
"We're traveling inside a snake!" Clemson and I shouted at Hans.
"At least we know this snake," Hans said.
"This snake is my boyfriend. I am traveling inside my boyfriend. He swallowed me," I said slowly.
"Looks like some people need couples counselling," Clemson joked.
"Hey, Clemson, do everyone a favor?"
"What?"
"DIE!" I shouted, slapping him in the face.
Clemson punched me in the face in return.
"Uh, guys? I don't this is the right time to-" Hans started before I interrupted him with my battle cry, and started punching Clemson.
"KNOCK IT OFF!" Clemson shouted, and scratched my eye.
"YOU'RE ONLY MAKING ME LOOK COOLER!" I shouted, punching him in the face.
"SHUT UP!"
"YOU SHUT UP!"
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Clemson and I started arguing. Hans was the unlucky one stuck in between, literally.
"QUITE! BOTH OF YOU!" Hans shouted, "Look, it's going to be a long ride, and the last thing I want to have is my best friends fighting."
"Goody Two-Shoes," I muttered, and Hans lost it.
"I AM NOT A GOODY TWO-SHOES!" Hans shouted in my face.
"YES YOU ARE! YOU'RE BASICALLY DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL!" I shouted back in his face.
"YOU'RE DADDY'S LITTLE ACCIDENT!"
"TAKE THAT BACK!"
"GUYS! KNOCK IT OFF!" Clemson joined in on the shouting.
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" I screamed, punching Clemson.
"DEAL WITH IT!" He shouted back, punching me in return.
"I SAID STOP FIGHTING!" Hans shouted.
We basically started screaming and shouting at each other.
"Wait, did you hear that?" I asked, after hearing a noise.
"I think Savio swallowed something," Hans said.
"I wonder what," Clemson said.
After he said that, a grey mouse appeared next to us.
Wonder what he's doing here.
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"Savio has sent me, he said to, ahem, "KNOCK IT OFF!" Can you throw me back out?" the mouse told us.
"Thanks for the message, Crown. If I throw you back out, will you tell Savio that his girlfriend says, "You're doing a great job, and I love you. But, YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER ME! Love you baby!" Got that Crown?" I told the mouse, and high-fived him.
"Got it!" Crown told me, and I threw him back out.
Crown's kinda like Hoboken's little messenger, he's extremely loyal, but don't estimate him! You only make that mistake once. Why do you think Hans is flightless? He just uses the 'I never learned' excuse, because he didn't want anyone knowing that his wings got clipped, by a mouse.
"Nice kid," Clemson said, "With a taste for mischief."
"Ja," Hans agreed.
"So... Let's play a game," I suggested.
"What should we play?" Clemson asked.
"How about Who Am I?" Hans suggested.
"I'm going first!" I volunteered.
"Spock," Hans and Clemson said in unison.
"How did you know? I didn't even do anything yet!" I said, slightly pouting.
"You were watching Star Trek last night," Hans said.
"You were quoting Star Trek this morning," Clemson said.
"Yeah, but- Wait, how did you know it was Star Trek that I was quoting?" I asked, suspiciously.
"Lucky guess," Clemson said, shrugging.
"Dude, I'm not an idiot-"
"Could of fooled me."
"DUDE, STOP LYING."
"Stop arguing. Let's discuss the plan," Hans said, interrupting the starting argument.
"Okay, since Clemson and Savio have grudges against the over-grown rats, they would be handling them, right?" I said, trying to clear things up.
"Yep," Clemson said, "And that leaves you and Hans with those black and white buffoons."
"Hans and Ocean! Brother and sister!" Hans exclaimed, "The dynamic duo! The petrifying pair! The courageous corporation!"
"The intimidating intellects! The adventurous avian! The fearsome foes!" I joined in.
"The babbling beaks," Clemson said, annoyed.
"Oh, shut up," I said, "Your turn."
"Okay, I'm really cool," Clemson said, giving a hint, "I'm loved by many."
"Seriously, you start with that?"
"Katy Perry!" Hans exclaimed.
"She's not that cool," I said, "Songs are awesome. For pop songs."
I really dislike pop music. My opinion.
"No, I'm an actor, but I'm also a producer, director, and writer," Clemson said.
"Uh, Brad Pitt?" I guessed.
"Brad Pitt's just an actor and producer. Silly," Hans said, "Steven Spielberg?"
"Hypocrite. Steven Spielberg is a director, and producer."
"Wrong, both of you," Clemson said.
"Antonio Banderas?" I asked.
"NO, but he is really cool," Clemson said, "I spend most of my childhood in New York."
"He is really cool. I loved his work in The Mask of Zorro," Hans said.
"I loved that movie! He was also amazing in Assassins, Philadelphia, and I absolutely adored Interview with the Vampire!" I exclaimed.
"Interview with the Vampire? It's my favorite vampire movie!" Clemson exclaimed.
"With most of my favorite actors."
"They were really good in that movie," Hans remarked.
"Really good? More like fantastic! Okay, uhmm, Ving Rhames?" I guessed.
"Nope, he's just an actor. I'm still alive," Clemson said.
"Uh, Emilio Estevez?" Hans asked.
"Nope. Good guess though."
"This is going to take forever," I said, groaning, "Charlie Sheen?"
"HE'S JUST AN ACTOR!" Clemson said loudly and slowly, "I'M AN ACTOR, PRODUCER, DIRECTOR, AND WRITER."
"Sorry," I said, not really meaning it, "This is gonna be a long ride... Alan Alda?"
"NO. And don't you dare say Tommy Lee Jones! Even though he was awesome in Batman Forever..."
End of Chapter One
Am I dead yet?
Hans: I don't think so.
I will die if you people don't review! *starts gasping for air* *pretends to faint* *gets up* *falls on the floor* *on my side* *gasps again* *pretends to faint*
Clemson: Your skills are a little rusty.
*gets up* I know. REVIEW! And my first chapters tend to be really long, or really short.
