Okay, so here goes my first attempt at a Penguins of Madagascar fanfic. Hope you all enjoy- and don't forget to review! :D
It started out as a fairly ordinary day. Each penguin was busy with something of their own; Private was parked in front of the TV, giggling quietly to himself every once in a while. Flashes of pink and purple from the screen danced around on his face, creating a somewhat amusing effect.
Kowalski was holed up in his lab, no doubt working on some new invention which would, eventually, threaten to destroy the world. Unintentionally, of course. At times minor explosions could be heard, followed by a string of curses.
Skipper was training with the bowling pin 'ninjas', knocking them down again and again, each time with a different attack. 'Impressive' would have been a huge understatement. 'Unbelievable' came slightly closer to the mark. Slightly.
Rico was modifying his explosives collection, grinning manically throughout the process. One could almost see the violent scenes playing out in his mind as the scarred penguin polished away at yet another bomb, cradling it like a newborn baby.
The sound of Julian's 'conga' music somehow managed to reach all the way down to the penguins' HQ, which annoyed Skipper to no end.
In short, everyone was occupied, and no one even noticed the strange machine sitting in the corner. That is, until it exploded.