When The Groove Makes Ya Move
A Discovery, A Challenge And A Plan
Private was happily strolling back to the Penguin Habitat. Something had tripped one of their alarms in the park in the middle of their early morning exercise and he, Skipper and Rico decided to check it out while Kowalski said that he'll stay behind to work on a new experiment. When they got there, they only found their friend, Fred the Squirrel bringing with him a lot of acorns. They found out that he had stumbled on their alarm. Skipper and Rico helped the squirrel in hiding his acorns and did a bit of patrolling the perimeter for real threats. Because of his young age, Private was ordered to go back to their headquarters, which he obediently did.
The young penguin jumped into the hatch that their fishbowl covered up. When he came in, he heard a strange noise coming from Kowalski's lab. Luckily, the lab door wasn't locked so he slipped in. What he saw amazed him. The furniture and equipment were moved so that there was space in the middle. And in the middle, dancing to his heart's content, was Kowalski. Private watched in awe as his comrade moved to the music of a nearby CD player.
People Always Told Me Be Careful Of What You Do
And Don't Go Around Breaking Young Girls' Hearts…
He seemed to glide across the floor, his feet almost as if not touching it.
And Mother Always Told Me Be Careful Of Who You Love
And Be Careful Of What You Do 'Cause The Lie Becomes The Truth…
He knew it was coming. He leaned forward then did the Camel Toe. Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One
But The Kid Is Not My Son
Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One
But The Kid Is Not My Son
He tossed the bowler hat he was wearing into the air and did a few moves before catching it with his left flipper and putting it back on. She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son
She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son
Billie Jean Is Not My Lover
She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One
But The Kid Is Not My Son
She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son
She Says I Am The One, She Says He Is My Son
She Says I Am The One
Billie Jean Is Not My Lover…
Billie Jean Is Not My Lover…
Billie Jean Is Not My Lover…
Billie Jean Is Not My Lover…
Billie Jean Is Not My Lover…
Billie Jean Is Not My Lover…
He ended it with a Moonwalk. Private couldn't help but clap and whistle. This eventually startled Kowalski, who immediately threw away his bowler hat and turned off the CD player with a remote.
"Er… Private! It's a surprise seeing you here! I expected you to be here a few minutes later," he stammered, hiding the remote behind his back.
"That was awesome, Kowalski!" the small penguin exclaimed.
"Um…what was?"
"Your dancing!"
"Me, dancing? Nonsense! Did you bump your head somewhere?"
"No, I really saw you dance! It was so cool, when you moved here and there, and danced here and there. I mean, I never knew you could dance like that! I'd like to-"
Kowalski placed his flipper over Private's beak. He looked around then sighed in relief when he confirmed no one else was there.
"Do not yell it out. I don't want anyone else to know about this," he whispered, loosening his grip on his friend's mouth.
"Why not, Kowalski?" Private asked quietly. "This is a really wonderful talent. You could teach everyone how to dance like that."
"If Skipper finds out, he'll be really ticked off for sure. He'll make everyone miserable because of this. Would you like to have a very angry Skipper in here?"
Private shook his head. Kowalski let go of him and sighed again.
"Good. Just don't tell anyone about this. And when I mean anyone I mean everyone," he mumbled.
"Don't fret, Kowalski! No one will know about this," Private assured, "I'm an expert when it comes to keeping secrets. So your secret is safe with me. But tell me, since when were you able to dance like that?"
And so, Kowalski began explaining that he found the disc he was listening to in the garbage when he was rummaging it for parts for his inventions. When he heard its music, he was instantly captivated and the groove took over. He also told that he spends his free times dancing secretly in his lab, adding newer moves as he learned to familiarize the music. Private quickly understood this and he wanted to learn some dance moves so Kowalski agreed to teach him. They were about to start when…
"RINGTAIL!"
The two leaped out of their HQ and saw Skipper being held back by Rico. Then they saw King Julien, rolling on the floor, laughing out loud.
"Say one more thing about my head being flat and I swear in General Eisenhower's name that I'll flatten YOURS!" Skipper threatened, trying to get out of Rico's tight grip.
"Silly penguin!" Julien scoffed with his usual remark. "You can not flatten my head for it is protected by my royal crown. Perhaps you need one to prevent that head-leveling of yours."
"Why I outta-"
The leader penguin became stronger now and as he waddled to the laughing lemur, he dragged Rico along with him. Kowalski and Private came to his aid and they were able to pull Skipper away. It took some time for him to calm down but eventually he did and he and his team started to walk back into their home.
"Maybe it's because of your table-resembling head that made you incapable of dancing," Julien teased again, succeeding to stop the penguin in his tracks.
"You think that I can't dance?" Skipper inquired without turning around.
"Well, of course, I do. Someone like you is way too bossy and angry to achieve the awesome power that is dancing!"
"Oh yeah? I'm way better than you!"
"Are you serious? Do you have proof? And, lastly, are you challenging me to a dance showdown?"
"Yes, yes and you bet the blacks and whites of your tail that I am!"
"Then it's a dance showdown then."
They shook hands/paw/flipper. The penguins standing by gulped.
"Tonight, eight o' clock, at the park," Julien said as he turned away, but without grinning mischievously first, "and don't forget to bring your dancing skills along. You might need cover when mine unleash their supreme awesomeness."
"Oh I won't forget that, Ringtail," Skipper answered, smiling slyly, "in fact I'll bring in the full force."
After making sure the lemur had left, he grabbed Rico by his feather mohawk and dragged him into the hatch.
"Come on, Rico. Time for 'Operation: Let's Dance' to get into action," he said as poor Rico tried in vain to get away.
"Kowalski, why don't you join in?" Private asked, after the coast was clear.
"Of course, Private. It would be nice to – wait! Me? Enter a dance contest?" Kowalski questioned.
"Yes. You're really good at dancing and it would be such a blast to surprise everyone! Besides, it could put a stop to Skippah and King Julien's competition."
The tall penguin looked at his friend. His eyes seemed to have a spark of joy and excitement in them. It would be awful to put the suggestion down, especially if it was from someone like Private.
"Okay," he gave in, "but just this once. If something goes wrong, we call it off."
"Great! I know just the right music!" Private beamed as he pulled onto Kowalski's flipper and dragged him away.