Hello, everyone. Welcome to my version of Penguins of Madagascar humanized AU. Whether you are a "Cool, I'm going to enjoy this" reader, a "Meh, let's see how this turns out" reader, or a "Dear God, not another one! Let's watch how bad this one's going to fail" reader, I wish all of you a pleasant time reading.

Basically, what I'm doing here is: throw all the characters into my alternate universe and rewrite the episodes my way. There will be (a lot of) variations as to storyline and the character's personalities to fit this T-rated story. I have a lot of ideas for this, and this here is just the Prologue. Actual chapters will be much longer, but because they're long, they'll also take a long time to update. Please understand that.

There will be some OCs along the way. But either they'll join the main cast or just be some random guy on the street will depend on how this project turns out.

Now, without further ado, enjoy the Prologue.

Disclaimer: Evidentally PoM doesn't belong to me, or this wouldn't be an AU.

Prologue

A boy about the age of 15 yawned into the night. He hated night duty. Especially on a warm night like this that made most people want to crawl into their beds and never come out again. The boy had no doubt that is what his "friends" are doing right now while he was stationed here on night duty.

This wasn't what he had in mind when he joined The Aces. He had expected trial. Maybe some runs with breaking and entering. You know, something more gang-like. But, no, he was stuck here on night duty, guarding an old warehouse with other gang members sleeping peacefully inside.

He wondered why they even bothered with sentries. It's not like this place is worth anything. The people in it certainly weren't doing anything interesting. Anyone, he decided, that even bothered to break in here must be idiots.

Unbeknownst to the boy sentry, The Aces was a lot more than it seemed. This gang's name was on every NYPD rookie's "call for back-up immediately when sighted" list. This group has done way more than just breaking and entering, and the NYPD have been trying to pin them for months. But the leaders were smart. They never let low-ranked members know what they're doing, and the higher-ups were nowhere to be found. In other words, they gave the NYPD commissioner one hell of a headache.

But there was another group of people trying to bring The Aces to justice. And that said group had a four man team on the roof of a building opposite of the warehouse right this moment, looking for the right time to strike.

The shortest shifted uncomfortably. He stole a glance at the one beside him. "Is this really the place, Skipper?" He asked in a distinct British accent. "I mean, that sentry is just a kid!"

The one known as Skipper rolled his eyes, "Yes, Private, I'm pretty sure that Tom wouldn't give us false info if he can help it." Then he smirked. "Besides, you're just a kid yourself." He reached out a half-gloved hand and fondly ruffled the boy's already messy hair.

"I'm seventeen." Private protested while ducking out of Skipper's reach. He then quickly positioned himself behind the tallest man. The man smiled and pushed up his glasses before saying, "He's right, you know. In some countries, seventeen is considered the legal age of citizenship."

Skipper rolled his eyes. Again. "Seriously, that sentry can't be younger than fifteen. You don't call someone a kid when you're only two years older than him."

The tall man paused while he pondered this. Then he flashed Private an apologetic grin, "He's also right, you know."

"Kowalski! Just whose side are you on?" Private pouted.

As the three continued to argue, the fourth man chuckled quietly at the scene. Then he trained his wild eyes on the boy below them. Noticing that the boy was falling asleep, he quickly motioned for the other three's attention.

"This is it, boys." Skipper smirked. "Showtime."

The boy jerked awake. He had fallen asleep. How did that happen?

No, wait, of course it would happen. It was dark, and he was bored. Perfect combo.

So, why's he awake now?

He had about two seconds to ponder this before some…thing crashed through the warehouse door he was stationed at. It took him a couple of minutes to realize that the "thing" was actually one of the menacing gang members that was present when he joined The Aces. Not that the guy looked anything close to menacing with his head stuck in a metal bucket.

The boy carefully edged towards the fallen man. Gingerly, he poked the guy in the ribs. Was he dead?

"Well, that was easy."

The boy jerked when he heard the voice. He gulped and turned slowly to the entrance. Something was coming. Something that had beaten this guy on the floor up like it was nothing. Something…

…that looked like four normal people. Normal aside from the fact they were dressed exactly the same: black pants, white shirts, black jackets, black shoes, and black fingerless gloves.

He stared. They stared. The whole world seemed to stare. Then the man with the buzz cut and dark, sapphire eyes broke the silence. "So…you're awake."

He nodded.

"What's your name, kiddo?"

"T-Tom."

The man smirked. "Tom. I like that name."

"Uh…thanks?"

"You didn't see anything."

"Huh?"

"Rico!"

Tom jumped when the one with the scar held up a sphere that definitely wasn't in his hand the second before. Then his world was replaced by a purple cloud. A very comfortable looking purple cloud.

He was so tired, and the cloud was tempting. So when he saw those dark blue eyes again, he just smiled.

"Remember, you didn't see anything." The eyes said.

"Nothing. Got it." Tom gave a goofy smile before flopping himself on the purple cloud blanket. Ah, sleep at last.

To be continued…

Well, there you have it. Let me know if this interests you.

~ruth~