*waves* Hey guys, G here. I'm sort of new to this site, and as my first story I decided not to go with "The adventures of turnip head" (XD) and instead to write something that makes actual sense like skilene. :3 Please review, because I need tips and help perfecting my writing skills.

Disclaimer: I will now proceed to explain that NO I do not happen to own The penguins of Madagascar *snif* 'cause nick just won't give it to me. (believe me I've tried)-.-

~Well, on with the story. Shall we?

Chapter one: Training Session

"Kick, punch, spin!" Shouted Skipper to his team. It was Monday morning, and already the penguins were up training. As the sun rose and lit up the sky, the penguins practiced roundhouse kicks, horseback stances, back stances, and reverse punches.

"Skipah" whined the youngest, "can we possibly stop now? My flippers are hurting, and my feet are sore."

The leader answered with amusement, "Private, as an elite force we must be ready for anything." As if to prove his point, Skipper then sunk into a perfect fighting stance, and preformed a flawless spin crescent kick.

The tallest of the bunch replied tiredly for Private, "Skipper, we understand the circumstances, but as penguins, we also need nutrients to survive." He motioned towards a table covered with fish.

"Kowalski" began Skipper, but pondered the situation for a moment, and finally gave in when he heard quite a loud growl coming from Private's belly. The last thing he needed was for the poor penguin to start hallucinating about fish again. "Alright you knuckle-heads" he smiled, "20 minute break, and then we begin training again"

But by then, the penguins had already gathered around the table, and were stuffing fish into their mouths quite gleefully.

"FISH AND CHIPS! MEN, be careful!" warned Skipper, "a single bone lodged into your throat is all it takes to" but it was too late and the 2nd tallest was already coughing and spluttering.

"RICO! Spit it out man!" shouted skipper, and Kowalski wrapped his flippers around Rico's stomach and squeezed until the cursed bone had popped out of his mouth fallowed by a skateboard, an anchor, and a whole lot of spit.

"Ewwwww" cringed Private, attempting to prevent himself from hurling.

"Well now." Breathed Skipper, "since we've all lost our appetites, let's get back to training."

The 3 others groaned, but followed their leader's orders and began swiftly mimicking his movements of kung fu.

Just then, a cheerful voice rang out through the HQ. "Hey guys!" shouted a particularly happy otter.

"Men, seize training!" barked Skipper. The penguins immediately stopped what they were doing.

The otter walked in and looked around. She noticed the penguins seemed tense and sweaty, and each one was staring at her. "What's up?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.

"We were just training," Answered Private.

Kowalski slapped him, "shhh!"

"Ow!" Private rubbed his flipper, "what? I was just saying we were practicing our kung fu moves!"

Skipper slapped his forehead with his flipper, and then proceeded to change the subject. "M-Marlene!" he stuttered, "You can't just barge in here, when we're in the middle of a classified session!"

Marlene rolled her eyes, "oh, come on Skipper. You're seriously addressing ME about barging in unexpected?"

"She got you there sir," Piped up Kowalski.

"No matter," Skipper spoke ignoring Kowalski, and smirked at Marlene. "A training session is no place for someone as naïve as you."

Marlene growled, "Well, I could be just as paranoid and violent as you any day!"

Skipper chuckled, "Oh, wake up and smell the tuna, Marlene." He waddled up closer to her, and was now smirking in her face. "you're too innocent!" he was now so close, that he could clearly see her hazel colored eyes glinting with anger.

Marlene's cheeks turned crimson when she realized just how close they were. "W-well, i-i-I, y-you" but she had lost her train of thought in those two sapphire eyes just moments away from her face.

Skipper stepped back with an amused smile. Marlene finally awoke from her daze, turned and stomped out of HQ.

"I'll show him" she muttered to herself, "but how?"

how was it?