Hey, everybody! Welcome to another sbartist357 PoM fanfiction! I won't say much here, so please enjoy the first chapter! :)
It was another beautiful day in New York City and, in the Central Park Zoo, our favorite commando penguins were performing their daily morning drills on top of their fake ice floe. This time, they were sumo wrestling.
"Rico, are you ready?" Skipper asked from the sidelines. The crazy penguin grunted in the affirmative, assuming a sumo stance. The leader turned to Kowalski, who was standing opposite from Rico.
"Kowalski, are you ready?"
"Yes, sir! I'm ready for action!" He squinted with determination as he stared down his opponent. Private, who was acting as the referee, raised his flipper.
"Alright, on the count of three, wrestle. One, two, three!" Rico and Kowalski charged toward each other, yelling as they went. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Private saw someone coming and turned to get a better look. Skipper followed his gaze.
"It's Alice!" Private cried.
"Kowalski, Rico! Ditch the sumo outfits on the double!" Skipper ordered. The two penguins hastily removed their sumo gear, threw it down the fish hatch, and joined Private and Skipper in formation just in time. Alice stood in front of their habitat with a clipboard and looked at them.
"It looks like you four are headed to the doctor's tomorrow! This time, you're getting X-rays," Alice began to walk away but stopped. "Don't try anything like you did last time!" She added. Once she was gone, the penguins looked at each other.
"Well, that's better than getting a shot. We all know how that went." Skipper said, relieved. Kowalski, on the other hand, looked concerned. The leader noticed this and decided to ask him about it.
"What is it, Kowalski? Don't tell me you're afraid of getting an X-ray." He said teasingly. The lieutenant shook his head.
"No, it's not that, Skipper. Rico's stomach contents will be picked up on the X-rays. That could lead to either Rico getting surgery to remove the items. . . or worse." The weapons expert grabbed his stomach and muttered a string of worried-sounding gibberish. Skipper turned to Rico and gave him a reassuring pat on the back.
"Don't worry, Rico. We won't let that happen. All you have to do is empty your gut before we get there."
"But Skippah, how long will it take Rico to empty his stomach?" Private inquired. Skipper turned to Kowalski, who was already sliding the beads on his abacus back and forth.
"Roughly an hour, give or take a few minutes." He finished, looking at them.
"See? Nothing to worry about," The leader stated confidently. "We'll take care of it once the zoo closes for the day. Until then, let's give the crowd our usual smile and wave routine." On cue, the clock tower chimed nine o'clock, meaning the zoo was officially open.
Meanwhile, in the lemur habitat, King Julien was preparing for his regular dancing routine to entertain the guests.
"Maurice, are you ready to be shaking your booty with the king?" Julien asked, stretching and practicing some kingly poses. His assistant nodded.
"Sure thing!" Mort, who was standing next to him, jumped up and down excitedly.
"I'm ready to shake my booty, King Julien!" He exclaimed, getting slightly closer to the king's feet with each hop. Julien ignored him and pointed to their boombox.
"Maurice, cue the royal dancing music!" The dark gray lemur walked over to the radio and turned it on. Loud music came pounding out of the speakers. Julien wasted no time in pulling out some of his favorite moves, attracting the attention of nearby zoogoers.
"Yes, peoples! Come watch your king!" Julien shouted, twisting and flipping on top of the main platform.
"Yay, King Julien!" Mort cried, dancing just inches away from Julien's feet. The king saw him and danced away from the tiny lemur. Mort continued following him, oblivious. Maurice tried to distract the crowd by showing off a few moves of his own several feet away. It worked and, when the crowd wasn't watching, Julien punted the smallest lemur out of the habitat. He soared through the air, heading to the penguin habitat next door.
"Just smile and wave boys, smile and - oof!" Skipper was interrupted by a ball of fur plowing into him. He stumbled backward a little before reaching up and prying the projectile off his face.
"Hi!" Mort greeted.
"Sad Eyes!" Skipper said, putting the mouse lemur down. "What are you doing?"
"I'm a projectile!" He answered, giving the leader a cute smile. Skipper scowled in the direction of the lemur habitat. How come Julien always seemed to send Mort their way? He turned back to him.
"Alright, Sad Eyes, head home. Next time, if Ringtail wants to kick you, make him do it in the other direction."
"Okay!" With that, Mort went back to entertain the zoo patrons and try again at the feet. Skipper sighed and resumed waving with the rest of his team.
Okay! Nothing really happened yet! :D Don't worry, things will start getting interesting in the next chapter. Don't forget to follow and favorite the story if you like it! :)