Operation: Save Uncle Nigel
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Chapter 1
The Murder
Disclaimer : All characters from Penguins of Madagascar aren't ours, it's belongs to DreamWorks and Nickelodeon.
Warn : Multichapter, contains genre of Crime/Action & Adventure, rated T for a bit violence, blood, charedeath, and many more.
Buck stumbled backward and hit the bookshelf. Books rain down and hitted his head. The Red Squirrel walked towards him very slowly, with a steak knife in hand. He raised the knife. Rockgut's last thoughts were: I've lived a good life. Red swung the knife and jabbed it into Buck's chest, right in the heart.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Buck screamed in pain. Red pushed the knife to deepen the wound. The penguin vomited a lot fresh blood. His breath was getting weaker. He then looked over his wounded chest. The wound was very deep. And the blood was streaming down over his abdomen. The red liquid stained Red's floor. He glanced the sqiurrel in the front of him. Red pulled the knife from the penguin's chest slowly. Buck clenched his eyes. It was painful for him. At least, the knife was released from his body. Buck was helding his chest weakly, attempted to stopped the bleeding, but it was useless. His vision began to blurry. He felt his heartbeat getting weaker. He can't held this unbearable pain anymore. By minute, his eyes were shut tightly, and his heart stopped beating. Red smirked as he saw Buck's lifeless face. He walked over to a note book.
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Rockgut
(check)
His eyeball scrolled down to the next victim. Next thing he had to do was bail. The police would be there any minute.
He ran out, leaving the corpse. The sheet of paper flew out of his paw accidentally. The paper flew gently on the hard ground. The next victim?
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Nigel…
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It was Saturday, a peaceful day in the HQ. Skipper never trained his crew on a Saturday, so they had a day off. He sent young Private up to retrieve their breakfast from Alice.
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Private slid open the fishbowl but saw no fish instead he saw a turtle. It was a Eastern box turtle with red eyes which meant he was a male. He had a phanny pack on top of his shell.
"Oh um, 'ello," Said the young cadet cheerfully.
"Hello, I got mail for some penguins," Said the turtle while pulling out a piece of paper from his pack.
"What's this?" Asked Private.
"Oh, some murder happened and the agency wanted you all to know," Said him, beginning to walk off. Private examined the note.
"But this murdah happened yesterday," Said the penguin while notifying the turtle.
"Yeah, it took me twenty four hours to arrive here, and yet, they still use turtles to deliver." Said the turtle, walking off again. Very slowly.
"Well bye," Private dropped back in the HQ.
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"Skippah! I have a lettah. And it's pretty sad." Said the young cadet and giving it to his leader. Skipper opened the envelope. And read it to himself.
"Oh man..." Mumbled Skipper.
"What is it?" Asked Kowalski, popping his head out of his lab.
"It's Rockgut, he's dead," Answered Skipper. Everyone was silent.
"How did he die?" Asked Kowalski again, breaking the dead silence.
"He was murdered." Answered Skipper.
"Wow..." Grumbled Rico.
"What else does it say?" Asked the scientist.
"They want us to help investigate." Answered Skipper.
They arrived in the Red Squirrel's latest base. The corpse was removed but the blood stayed there. Private hated the look of it. There laid a bloody steak knife near the puddle of dry blood.
"Oh my..." Mumbled Private. Kowalski tapped Skipper on the shoulder.
"Sir, I found this piece of paper." Said the tall penguin. Skipper took the note.
He looked at the gruesome kill list. The next name made his eyes pop.
"What's wrong Skippah?" The Private asked. Skipper gave him the note.
"Uncle Nigel."
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