Ohyaho to everyone from Tokyo to London! CJzilla here with her first venture into "The Penguins of Madagascar" archive. I enjoyed the series and this little plot popped into my head. Enjoy.

Synopsis: King Julien XIII enjoys being the only animal with "royal" status. But what happens when another animal visits and is regarded as a "royalty"? It doesn't help that this Animal Ambassador is a queenly Bird of Paradise with as much overconfidence as Julien. The zoo can barely handle one big-headed lemur; how can they handle two creatures that believe they are royalty? Julien and this Bird of Paradise are bloodthirsty rivals and cannot stand the sight of each other. But as times passes, they start seeing each other in a different light. Julien/OC.

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Renegade Royals

Chapter 1

News

Saturday, 1200 hours, the Central Park Zoo, New York, New York, USA. For a usually very busy day for the city's main zoo, the facility was closed. This was a special occasion for the zoo and personnel were running around preparing for the flood of visitors to come as soon as the doors opened. The animals noticed the difference between this Saturday and past weekends. Most were handling it well, barely even caring what the humans did, while others were just plain oblivious.

"Maurice! Dis statue is not me!" King Julien XIII barked from his throne as he lounged in the sun inside his fully furnished habitat. Maurice the Aye-aye and servant of the self-proclaimed ruler of all lemur kind, was toiling over a sculpture that his king had ordered.

"I am not much of an artist, highness." The shorter, stouter lemur returned, hands in "clay". "And this stuff isn't even clay! It's just leftover pudding from the cafeteria."

The spoiled Ring-tailed lemur groaned and flopped over on his stomach.

"Nonsense!" He returned, hand over his eyes so the sun didn't sting so bad. "Do not be so stingy, Maurice! Open up the sculptor that lies within your bowels."

Maurice sighed and dunked his hands back into the old pudding. King Julien wanted this sculpture to measure up to the Statue of Liberty and so Maurice was using a big New York brochure as reference. Just as Julien ordered, Maurice was to sculpt his likeness and foreshadow the green lady with the torch. The lemur was to be known as the king of the Big Apple. Maurice doubted whether Julien even knew what that meant, but whatever; he was here to serve the king. Thankfully, a distraction came. Mort… much to Julien's chagrin.

"King Julien! King Julien! I find more photos!" The little brown Goodman's Mouse lemur scampered into the lemur enclosure and up to the king of lemurs. Julien barely had time to look up when several zoo brochures were thrown onto him.

"Ack! Mort! What is the meaning of all this paper?!" The tall, lithe lemur floundered under the various brochures. Mort smiled, batting his big yellow eyes.

"Photos! Fresh from the trash for King Julien's sculpture!" The little lemur returned, hands in the air. Julien finally peeled himself out of the pile of photographs and jumped to his feet.

"Mort! BAD! I've all ready selected the photo which will be used in my statue." Julien proclaimed. As Mort was teetering on a loud, crybaby sob, his king quirked a brow at one of the zoo flyers. "What is dis?"

Julien grabbed a booklet and held it in front of him.

"Maurice!" He called to his right-hand man. "Read this to me!"

Maurice sighed, dropped his "clay" and trudged to Julien's side. With the brochure thrust into his face, the Aye-aye lemur was nearly pushed to the ground by his impatient king.

"It's so pretty but I, King Julien, will not stoop to reading." The tall Ring-tailed lemur waved his hand dismissively. "Maurice… if you please."

Maurice peeled the zoo booklet off of his face. His eyes widened.

"It's a brochure for an upcoming attraction at the zoo." He returned. Julien looked down at him.

"Well? What kind of attraction?" He looked at his nails.

Maurice read inside the pamphlet.

"For a famous Animal Ambassador that is supposed to be touring the world." Maurice answered, flicking through the pages. "Oh, cool! It says that this Ambassador is a Royal Bird of Paradise! And the exhibit is stopping here on her American Tour."

He heard Julien whirl around.

"What?" The lemur king hissed. "A bird? Ridiculous. There is nothing royal about birds. Filthy creatures that delight in their own odor."

"And this coming from a tick-eating branch of the primate tree?" Another voice cut through the conversation. The lemurs looked up to see the quartet of penguins leap onto Julien's throne room.

Julien rolled his golden eyes.

"Lemurs are simians, penguin. Different." The Ring-tailed lemur said unexcitedly. The leader of the quartet of flightless water birds, Skipper, stepped up to Julien.

"Same difference." The second shortest penguin smirked. "I've heard that this Bird of Paradise is darn-near to royalty. Treated like a queen wherever she goes."

""SHE"?" Julien looked disgusted. "This bird… is a she?"

The penguins nodded. The king lemur made a sickened face.

"That is just wrong on numerous measures of wrongness." Julien folded his arms defiantly.

"Her arrival is scheduled for today. In about an hour, the zoo will be packed with people." Skipper gave Julien a mocking smirk before turning to his team. "And you guys know what that means…"

The penguins smiled.

"Reconnaissance as well as a much needed distraction to the zoo patrons so that we may scout out this new comer." Kowalski rattled off in his usual thoughtful tone. Private flapped his flippers excitedly.

"I can't wait! I hear she puts on a good show!" The youngest penguin chirped in his soft British accent. The perked Julien's interest.

"Show? What kind of royalty puts on a show?" The Ring-tailed lemur looked at his fingernails defiantly. The penguins rolled their eyes.

"You're one to talk, Ring Tail." Skipper quirked a brow. "You throw a party every night, even when you're the only one having fun."

Mort and Maurice gave weary sighs since they were party "victims"; by royal decree, they were to "get down" with their king whenever the dancing bug hits him. Julien brushed his cheek with his fingernails.

"I am king; therefore there is a difference between my booty shaking parties and this so-called "royal" bird's show." He retorted indignantly, his nose in the air.

"But-…" Private began. "She hasn't even arrived yet. How could you know what her show is like?"

Julien laughed at the youngest penguin.

"I am king. I KNOW ALL!" He threw his hands in the air. "This, you should know by now."

Skipper groaned.

"Negatory, Julien." The lead penguin stuck a flipper in the lemur's face. "I bet my bottom right foot that a bird's show is better than yours!"

The lemur looked insulted.

"You are out of your tiny bird-brain's mind!" Julien shot back, tapping Skipper on the head. "No bird could be as awesome as me, king of all lemur kind!"

"Then show up at her royal appearance. Prove me wrong." Skipper dropped his flipper but narrowed his eyes at Julien. The lemur rolled his golden eyes.

"Why would I show up at that creature's shindig?" Julien grunted. "It is beneath me to appear as a pity partier."

To his annoyance, he saw Skipper's beak spread into a mocking grin.

"That's a pile of fish heads, Ring Tail. You're just afraid of being showed up!" If Skipper was any less mature, he would have stuck out his tongue. The lemur stomped his foot and gave a childish scoff.

"I am NOT afraid of being showed inferior!" Julien barked back. Then he snapped his fingers. "Maurice! What is my schedule looking like today?"

The Aye-aye lemur zipped to his king's side and paged through a tiny clipboard.

"You're day is open save for the meeting in the gift shop but that's going to be after zoo hours." Maurice rattled off. Julien didn't break his stare from Skipper.

"I'll be there." The king lemur hissed. "And I will be sure to bring lots of "I-told-you-so" so that I may rub your overly-smug pecker-face into it!"

"In one hour, Ring Tail, I will be accepting your apology." Skipper stuck his beak in the air. Julien smoldered.

"The king never apologizes because the king is never wrong!" Julien snapped, standing rigid. Skipper enjoyed getting under the lemur's skin.

"Well mark this day down on your calendar because you will be eating those words." The lead penguin smirked. Then he turned to his team. "Let's move out, team. Our work as firestarters is done."

With sustained chuckles, the quartet of penguins exited the enclosure with military-like precision, leaving King Julien smoldering.

The tall Ring-tailed lemur stood there, glaring at the penguins as they left. Finally he cleaned his face and looked to Mort and Maurice.

"My charismatic reign has been threatened by this Bird of Paradise." Julien began pacing. "De penguins think that I am afraid! Ha! I laugh. There is no one as awesome and royal as I am! This bird will be proved lesser." He clapped his hands. "Maurice, Mort; I relieve you of toiling over my sculpture. From this moment forward, you will groom your king, within the hour confinement, until he beams with superiority!"

Mort cheered while Maurice fought off a shiver.

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