Skipper wouldn't say much about his past in Denmark. But when he keeps getting messages that call him back, the penguin took the job as a passenger jet sky marshal for other animal fellows. And as his brothers secretly followed him-a hijack was suspected.
Who says penguins can't fly? Sure, they're known to be flightless, but not to Skipper! He may not be the pilot, but he flies his way to the desired victory-and during that, there are, in fact, obstacles. Obstacles that are held in the hands-or wings, of a familiar "flightful" bird from Denmark.
Notice: the following fanfiction takes place after the events of the "Penguins of Madagascar" movie, during the show series, and after "Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa" and "Europe's Most Wanted". I DO NOT own the Penguins of Madagascar, or anything that has to do with the Madagascar movies, series and/or show (except this made-up story).
Chapter 1: Permission Denied.
A flat-headed penguin waddled around, searching for different items around his habitat. He tried stacking them into a medium-sized luggage, but to no avail. He growled, trying not to lose his temper.
"Uh, Skipper..." A tall penguin tried to ask. "Why are you... taking all of our belongings?"
"No time for chit-chats, Kowalski," the other replied, while still grabbing different things. "I've got a job to do...!"
"Ah jab?" A shorter penguin with a scar and Mohawk blabbered out.
Skipper waddled up to him. "Yep, Rico, a job. And it's an emergency." He grabbed Rico's beak and stuck a flipper inside, searching for something. Different sounds of different objects occurred from inside Rico's stomach. The lead penguin then took out a canon.
"No." He tossed it behind his back. Then, he took out a bag of Cheesy Dibbles. "Nah." He threw that one aside as well. Next was a stuffed Lunacorn pony.
"..." Skipper studied the toy for a moment, thinking about a certain penguin brother, who hasn't returned to the zoo since. He sighed. "No." He gently put it aside. He reached back inside Rico's mouth, and started searching again. This time, there was a modern black pistol.
"Aha!" He said. The leader waddled onto the top of the pile of other items (mostly weapons), which were all in the luggage. Punching the items several times, he finally managed to close the luggage. He hopped up on the ladder.
"Well, time for me to go. Bye, boys!" He waved at his soldiers.
"W-wait! Skipper, where are you going?" Kowalski questioned. He climbed up the ladder; Rico followed along.
Skipper looked back at the scientist. "I just told you: I'm on a top secret mission to Denmark."
"Denmark? What? But don't we usually go on top secret missions?"
"I'm afraid not at this time, soldier. It's nothing personal-sort of. Just... something to take care of."
"But Skipper...!" But the penguin already slid off.
"Just let me know when Private gets back!" He called. He was then out of sight.
The two brothers stared ahead. They faced each other.
"Bllleeeeaaarrgh," Rico grunted. He then decided to slid on his belly, tracking the direction Skipper went.
"Rico, wait! What about Private...!" Kowalski held out a flipper, but then groaned and slid along.
Several minutes later...
Once Skipper got onto the road, he spotted a taxi, that just slowed at the red light. It parked at a spot, between the sidewalk and the road. He hopped on the hood of the car, waiting for the passenger to get off. Once the lady stuck her head out, the penguin immediately chopped her head with a flipper, that was painful enough to make her pass out. Once the woman was face-flat on the ground, he made his move.
After closing the car door, he placed the luggage next to him. Then, noticing the driver was staring at him, the penguin unzipped the luggage and pulled out the pistol from before. It may be too big for his tiny flippers, but somehow, he knew just how to hold it.
The driver squirmed, rose his arms up at the roof, and froze.
"W-w-where do you need to go?" He stuttered.
"JFK Airport, please," Skipper stated.
But all the driver heard was squeaky penguin noises.
"Uh... sorry, what? I don't speak penguin..."he replied nervously.
"Ugh..." Skipper jumped in front of the GPS, still aiming the gun at the man. He touched the "search" button and typed down his destination. The JFK Airport in Jamaica, New York, was the first suggested result.
"Oh! But... I'm afraid this is a local taxi car. I can't take you there... sorry."
"Oh, really? Well, looks like I can't spend my money." The penguin placed down his gun, took out a wallet somewhere hidden behind his back, and pulled out a five-hundred dollar bill.
The driver's eyes widened. He reached his hand forward to take the money, until Skipper suddenly hid it behind his back.
"Op-bup-bup! Not until you drive me to that airport!"
Two more penguins were on their way to find Skipper-or follow him, rather.
"Hmm..." Kowalski hummed. He used some kind of scary-looking magnifying glass to track his brother. "What I see from my Magnetic Footprint Deoxyribonucleic-Acid (DNA) Extractor, I'll say he should be around..." He took a second to think. "That way!" He pointed to the left, which leads to the Central Park.
"Ahh! Ahh!" Rico was bouncing up and down, using both flippers to point at a certain taxi on the right side, which leads to the road.
"Not now Rico, I'm searching for Skipper..." The brainy one replied, his eyes still focused on the ground.
Rico grunted. He grabbed Kowalski on the back of the neck, and managed to get his attention on the taxi. Kowalski gasped. What they saw in the taxi, was a flat-headed penguin hopping to the backseats after " threatening" the driver with a five-hundred dollar bill-and a pistol.
"We've got to get in that car!" The taller penguin stated, pointing his flipper at the car. He slid towards the road, and jumped on the trunk. Rico groaned. Shouldn't he be the one leading the way? He followed along anyway.
"Now-we just-have to-open this trunk-!" Kowalski grunted between words, while grabbing a part of the trunk, located above the license plate frame. Once Rico got on the trunk as well, he helped his brother unlock the lid, and eventually open it. They "flew" inside, and thought of shutting the trunk as the car was moving, until Kowalski had to jumped back down to get his new invention. Knowing he would fall and not catch up with the taxi, Rico grabbed onto Kowalski's ankle.
The brainiac, who cared about his inventions so much, that he even call them his "babies", kept on trying not to drop the "baby" he was currently carrying along with him.
"Alright, you can pull up now, Rico." He smiled.
Rico stared back, with an un-amused expression on his face.
"What?"
He kept staring.
Suddenly, a loud honk sounded behind the car they were in, but in their case-right in front of their faces.
"AAAHHH!" Kowalski screeched like a goat. "Alright, alright, pull me up, pull me up!"
Rico pulled him into the trunk. Together, they shut the lid.
"Okay..."Kowalski panted. "We're safe. Good thing this useful baby survived!" He held out the machine. "Am I right? Huh? Huh?" He lightly elbowed the other penguin.
Rico rolled his eyes. Then, a light bulb popped up in his thoughts. With a mischievous smirk, he gagged out a flamethrower, and fired it at the "magnifying glass".
The penguin blew away the smoke from the gun, and mumbled in gibberish.
The other one wheezed in shock, unable to speak.
"This... is going... to be... a long ride..." He finally spoke.
One hour later...
The two penguin brothers were lightly snoring ever since the car got on the highway. That was until the taxi pulled over, causing them to bump to the wall they were resting their heads on.
Kowalski woke up in a scared manner, panting, as if he had a nightmare. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was. Once realizing he and Rico were suppose to follow Skipper, the penguin gasped. He ran over to Rico, who was still making mewing sounds after each snore. The taller penguin shook him.
"Rico!" He called. "Rico, wake up!"
The sleeping penguin just snored louder this time. Finally, Kowalski decided to slap him.
"Ha? Wha? Hah?" Rico freaked. Kowalski reminded him about the mission. He then remembered. They both quickly opened the trunk lid, and slid out. But before they could make their next move, Skipper was just getting out of the car.
"Keep the change," he said, not even bothering if the driver didn't understand him. He pulled out his luggage, and waddled away.
"Alright, now all we have to do, is disguise ourselves with-" Kowalski began, but was interrupted by a grunt. Rico already started following the leader. The brainy penguin groaned in annoyance, but followed along.
They managed to jump on some people's shoulders without them knowing, so that they could "camouflage" themselves. As for Skipper, he just slid towards the entrance of the airport, not minding a few people staring; he knocked out the security guards before they noticed him. So, most people went up to the guards to see if they're okay.
As the two men that the penguins were riding on went over to a guard as well, Kowalski gestured Rico to get off. They spotted Skipper at the direction, twelve 'o clock: to the gate entrances.
"He didn't even get his items checked!" Kowalski grimaced.
They ran behind him quickly, and through the gate, before it was completely closed.
...
Skipper already slid through several people, still without their notice. As the other two passed them, the people didn't seem to notice them, either.
Then, the penguin leader paused. He had a feeling that someone was watching every move he makes.
"Hmm..." He hummed. "Something smells fishy here, and I don't mean raw fillets I brought along..." He spun around, expecting danger, but it turns out to be some people taking pictures of him.
"Oh, of course. People."
One small child, looking no older than eight gushed at him. She grinned, and wanted to pick him up, but then the penguin stood in his fighting stance, trying to keep himself from looking cute and cuddly so that the humans (hopefully) won't mess with him.
"Aw, you're just the most adorable little thing!" He heard an older girl say.
"D'aaaaww! Are you lost?" He heard another say.
"Such a cutie!"
That's it. Skipper quickly slid his way to the middle class, with the luggage on his back. Because of tripping a few passengers, Kowalski got crushed by one. The man turned over to check what was paining his back, and there was the penguin. Before he could react, Rico pulled his brother away.
Skipper started running, until he reached the first class. He walked slowly this time, looking from left to right. Then, an announcement interrupted everyone.
Hello, this is your captain speaking. We will take-off to Copenhagen, Denmark, in about a minute, so please take your seats and make sure to fasten your seatbelts," he exhaled. "Be aware, this is approximately a seven-to-ten hour flight. We will be turning on the television soon, to give you the airplane guide; the safety, the available meals, and the daily movie and news channel. Please turn off all your electronics, and stack your belongings somewhere safe. Lifejackets are located underneath your seats, and we'll be moving shortly. Thank you for choosing American Airlines, and enjoy the flight.
The captain then hung up.
Skipper climbed up on an empty seat; luckily there weren't that many people in the business class, so he got the chance to knock the person next to him to sleep. Suddenly, a beeping sound occurred from his luggage, that was he was sitting on during the entire announcement. The penguin unzipped the bag, and took out what looked like a cell phone. It had a black case and what his brothers saw, is also a touch-screen with Wi-Fi, not just for calling.
...
"I can't really tell if that's an iPhone, Android, Nokia or Samsung..." Kowalski guessed. "Actually, it doesn't look familiar at all..."
"SHH!" Rico shushed, spitting at him.
"What? I was just thinking."
Rico elbowed him.
Kowalski grunted. "Okay, okay. Let's just keep watching."
...
Sometimes-actually, never-had he ever trusted a text message sent by a stranger, especially this one:
'What's the rank/population?'
Skipper, confused by what the messenger meant, replied by texting with one flipper, using the other to hold the phone:
'Who is this?'
A reply was immediately sent back.
'Current population of people/humans in NYC. Answer required immediately.'
"What...?" The penguin muttered. Why would the messenger ask that? And how did he/she find his current zoo contact code? Unless...
'Who are you? Why would you want to know?' He questioned.
Another reply under a second:
'I want answers and I want them now!'
Skipper paused. He doesn't recognize the number; how is he suppose to trust it? Suddenly, another beep came:
'It's been a while, pen-gu-in.'
The penguin gasped.
'Does that ring a bell?'