A.N.- Okay everyone, this is a random, shorter story I'm doing. It will have nothing to do with any of my other stories...at least I don't think it will. This is not a story with Trixy in it just fyi. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. None of the songs nor the POM.

Chapter 1: Change It Back!

(Nobody's POV)

Skipper and his team are doing a bit of late night training; it was probably 2145 hours. "Skippah, how much more until we can go to bed?" Young Private asks stifling a yawn. Skipper looks at his youngest recruit.

"Not too much longer, Private; we'll just do some more training until Ringtail starts up that racket that he calls music." Skipper replies seeing how tired all of his troops are. They all nod in reply. A few minutes later they hear Julian's boom-box's music. Skipper looks over at the lemur habitat. "Alright, men, bed time." Skipper turns back to his team and sees them asleep on their feet. Skipper sighs and shakes his head. He goes down into the HQ for a bucket; then he fills it with some of their habitat's pool water. He dumps it over his sleeping team's heads. They wake up sputtering.

"*Cough* Skipper, what was that for?" Kowalski asks.

"Yeah, why?" Rico follows up.

"You all were asleep on your feet, and I figured you would have rathered to have a bucket of water dumped on your heads than me tossing you all down inside." Skipper replies crossing his flippers. Kowalski considers this.

"Yes, I do suppose the water was preferable to waking up to falling." Kowalski says. Rico and Private nod in agreement. Then they hear the lemurs crank their already loud music up. The penguins could now make out the lyrics to the song.

Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know anymore...
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh

"Maurice! Turn the boomy box to something with more booty-shakeability!" King Julian orders.

"Right away, your majesty!" Maurice replies and starts flipping through the other music stations; he changes it onto the polka channel.

"Agh! Change it back! The horrid polka music, it is weakening my booty shaking already!" Maurice changes the channel back to what it was originally on.

This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?
Why don't we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype - save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style

And that's alright; I found a martyr in my bed tonight
She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am
Oh, who am I? Oh, who am I? mmm... mmm...

Well, Some nights, I wish that this all would end
Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights, I always win, I always win...

Kowalski looks over at his leader to see him subtly tapping his foot. Kowalski raises his non-existent eye-brows.

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know... (come on)

"Maurice, changey the song! I'm not feeling the booty shaking in this one." Julian tells Maurice. Maurice changes the station. Skipper glares at the lemur habitat.

"Ringtail! Change it back! For once you actually had a decent song on your infernal racket-maker." Skipper shouts at the lemur habitat. The ring-tailed lemur king looks over his habitat's wall.

"You are liking the music? Fine, Maurice, change it back for the grumpy, stinky penguin!"

"Yes, your majesty!" Maurice replies changing the song back.

So this is it? I sold my soul for this?
Washed my hands of that for this?
I miss my mom and dad for this?

No. When I see stars, when I see stars, that's all they are
When I hear songs, they sound like a swan, so come on
Oh, come on. Oh, come on, OH COME ON!

That is it, guys, that is all - five minutes in and I'm bored again
Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands
This is not one for the folks at home; I'm sorry to leave, mom, I had to go
Who the heck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?

My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she called "love"
But when I look into my nephew's eyes...
Man, you wouldn't believe the most amazing things that can come from...
Some terrible nights...ahhh...

Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh

The other night, you wouldn't believe the dream I just had about you and me
I called you up, but we'd both agree
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance... oh...
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance... oh...

"I didn't know that you liked F.U.N., Skippah." Says Private once the song went off. Skipper looks at him.

"I don't really; Manfredi was a fan when he used to live here." Skipper replies waddling back towards the HQ.

"Oh." Says Private. Kowalski, Rico, and Private then waddle down the ladder into the HQ too. "Good night, everyone."

"Good night." Everyone replies and the HQ's lights turn off.

A.N.- The above song was Some Nights.