A scientist's revenge
Hi guys, this is my first Fanfiction so be nice please and review it. It has been beta'd by my fave author Claws2501 who writes things for Waterloo Road and Star Wars, please visit it have a look at the stories they are amazing!
So, essentially the story will be about Kowalski and the team, and how the team operate without their favourite brains around. Its going to be fun, and dangerous and...did I happen to mention dangerous. Bit is a Kowalski whump but hopefully its going to be ok.
Legal jargon: I do not, and will ever not own Penguins of Madagascar. It belongs to DreamWorks and Nickelodeon. Unless I win a huge lottery sum this will never change. However, you will notice some OC's they are mine and I own those.
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"Everyone topside at 0800 hours for training" Skipper called out, watching his unit arouse themselves. It was just two weeks after the Chuck Charles mission, and things were beginning to settle back into some sort of routine, helped no end by his second in command and faithful friend: Kowlski. Naturally, the group still had to deal with the antics of 'king' Julian and his lemur troupe but on the whole, things were relatively quiet. He turned to his right shoulder naturally, it was funny, everything about this group seemed natural now, familiar even, and his life on the rough was a long long way away from this.
"Kowlski, give me a run down of today's schedule" again, a natural, well-worn phrase between commander and lieutenant, but also between trusted friends. When the answer was not forth coming he turned further around. "Kowlski" the penguin repeated, "give me today's schedule" this seemed to shake his friend out of wherever he had been.
"Sorry Skipper, my cortex was…" Skipper cut him off.
"What's the schedule?" he repeated.
"Training at 0800 followed by you going to see Marlene at 0830 and then the rest of the day we have a school trip so good practice for the 'cute and cuddly' routine" Kowlski reeled off and Skipper smiled slightly in satisfaction, every penguin had their off days he thought.
"Right then, training" the leader said before hopping off and climbing upstairs to their habitat's platform. The rest of the team followed, albeit Kowlski a little slower than the others still pondering and deep thinking as he does, but this was useal and went largely unnoticed by the team.
When they got topside all four penguins were greeted by a shock: a large board obstructed their vision into the zoo, now, if they wanted to do an local recon they would have to jump onto their railings and over the other side. They stared at in dumbfounded, patiently waiting for Skipper's order to quickly go and have a closer look at whatever it was.
"Kowlski…give me options," Skipper said as he and the rest of the team stared at the sign.
"Well…it appears to be some kind of sign for the humans" the lieutenant started getting cut off by Skipper.
"Tell me something I don't know" his leader explained prompting Kowlski to curl his fin up slightly, berating himself for not being able to, for once, appease the leader. "It's…" he began, anger colouring his voice ignoring the way that all his other comrades stared at him slightly. "I don't know Skipper," he admitted slightly.
"You don't know" Skipper gasped, his flippers went straight to his head and his beak opened in shock. "How can you not know?" he asked wearily.
"Well skipper, it appears to be some kind of message about feeding times but there are too many symbols for just feeding, there is something else going on" Kowlski looked around nervously, as if something were to come out of the very bushes they were standing in front of. "We need to get the chimps to interpret this message for us immediately".
"Best get some fruit then" Private piped up already waddling towards the lemur habitat with Rico.
The lemur habitat
Rico and Private leapt over the wall to the lemur enclosure. Slithering on their bellies they crawled underneath a tree to do a quick recon of the area, it was natural to them, danger could be lurking behind every corner and these penguins were not going to let themselves get fooled by the apparent safety of the zoo. A tail swept across the penguin's vision and they cuddled closer together, holding their breath to become, as Skipper would say: 'silent at the grave'. It would have worked, however following the tail was by a tiny cuddly rat-like creature that quickly alerted the owner of the tail to the presence of the penguins. Private and Rico shared a look, it was true: they were used to 'King' Julian's antics but it wasted time, time which they didn't know they had.
"Your king, that's me, demands you to get out of his kingdom with immediate effect" Julian proclaimed making a sweeping movement with his hands to demonstrate them leaving. The penguins shared a look, before turning back to Julian who was still looking around trying to find them. Really, he wasn't the brightest; Private decided to take the plunge and waddled out to meet him, Rico followed quickly behind him. "Maurice" Julian called, "deal with them". Maurice looked towards them awkwardly.
"His Majesty still believes that your antics the other day caused the sky gods to be royally angered". Again Private and Rico shared a look, it was brief, but for the way these penguins worked it was all that was needed.
"That's the thing" Private began, feeling rather than seeing his comrade actively nodding beside him. "We want to help with the sacrifice". He felt three pairs of eyes on him and shrank back slightly into Rico's bigger and far more scarier form, he wasn't scared, Dr. Blowhole was scarier than this, but he knew that it made his appeal seem more realistic. He had watched Skipper too many times to not know how to be a little sly, and his time in London had leant itself to this task. "Skipper says that the sky gods made contact with him in the night and have demanded a sacrifice". Julian stiffened his eyes widening slightly.
"The gods made a demand to Skipper?" Private inwardly cringed, he had forgotten the big lesson: appeal to ego. Rico behind him was tensing; he to had sensed the mistake.
"What we mean is, Skipper had been requested, no demanded, to take some of the sacrifice you are offering and use it to offer to the sky gods" he paused trying to gauge the reaction of lemur. Rico behind him was also holding his breath.
"Does that mean…" Julian asked trying to process and be ahead of the penguins but unable to keep up with the bird's brains.
"It means" Private said, deciding to help out. "It means that the sky gods have decided you have made enough sacrifice and technically you haven't done anything wrong, we are the culprits the sky gods need us to sacrifice things instead" Private's eyes shone with sincerity and it made Julian just want to believe him and a few minutes later a huge bowl of fruit was being pushed towards the penguins.
"Take it, as a donation from your most gracious king, that's me, and please fulfil your punishment". The penguins quickly pushed the bowl away and once they were safely out of the habitat they began laughing gleefully unable to hide their happiness at having learnt from Skipper's hardest lessons.
Penguin HQ
"Just smile and wave Kowalski, smile and wave" Skipper exclaimed waving his flipper to and fro trying his best to ditch his commando façade and try his cutest smile. He wouldn't admit it to anyone else but one of the reasons he saw Marlene was to practice, away from his colleagues. To him, not being able to practice what he preached showed weakness and Skipper never showed weakness, ever. But still, be believed whole-heartedly in the routine. It have them extra food after all, but today, his second in command was just not on form today, it was obvious because right now Skipper was getting more food.
"Argh" Kowalski groaned, he looked down dejectedly as he heard something spoken by one of the younger pups. Skipper could see the point, yes the did pull faces, and yes they also had a few bits of rubbish strewn around the habitat, but again, it was their place, they were birds. It was their job just like it was their job to protect the zoo. Any other thinking would be nothing short of what the dolphin Blowhole thought, and that WAS unacceptable. Kowalski turned around towards Skipper, aware that he was both being watched and being studied and opened his mouth to speak.
"We got the fruit Skipper," said a voice directly behind Kowalski, causing Skipper to raise his non-existent eyebrow. Then he noticed Private, previously obscured by the sign around their enclosure.
"Well you guys are tardy to the party aren't you?" Skipper asked pushing his thoughts for his second in command aside, he can deal with him later. His eyes widened as took in the huge bowl that Rico was carrying above his head.
"We did it Skipper" Private exclaimed, his eyes shining from a job well done and he looked expectantly up at Skipper waiting for praise. Skipper looked him up and down.
"And a job well done Private" he said, it wasn't cause and effect praise, and everyone knew that Skipper's praise was rarely given and highly sought for. His team knew when and how to please him and that was not ever a bad thing.
"We better get going" the second in commands voice rang out, but it sounded wrong, almost bitter far from the distant self that their scientist friend was. Rico and Private turned to Skipper questions forming in their beaks but they were shot down quickly.
"How right you are," Skipper agreed before making his way towards the edge of his habitat, already being replaced his hologram self from the underground base's projector. No was he going to explain himself to his team. Yet. But they had noticed the change too and for Skipper that was really worrying because for once he wasn't being paranoid. He felt the other three flip and slide towards him as they made their way across the zoo.
Chimp enclosure
"Ahh yess your gratuity is accepted" Mason's drawl rang out across the enclosure. Skipper slapped his left flipper to his face, they had covered this aspect already and yet the monkeys, for that's what they really were in the penguins mind, still insisted on these huge theatricals every time someone tried to make a dealing with them. It was hard for Skipper to work with them, he didn't trust anything that wasn't black and white and these monkey's were somewhere in the middle.
"How many times to I have to tell you, it's a B-R-I-B-E" he said exasperatingly, the need for information and being forced to rely on these human-brained idiots was making his fuse shorter than it normally was. He watched as they salivated over the bowl of fruity goodness. Kowalski stepped forward with the sign and his movements told Skipper he too was having a tough time controlling his temper towards them. This was strange, but not unusual so Skipper decided to ignore it.
"Can you interpret this sign?" he said pointing towards their own habitat and the huge sign wrapped around the railings. Phil moved towards the edge of his cage, fishing out some opera glasses so as to better see the symbols and nodded at Mason, signalling he understood the sign. The first chimp then turned to the penguins and did a serious of bizarre hand movements that was the only way he appeared to be able to respond to direct questions. They waited patiently for Phil to translate when Private burst out with happiness.
"He's here?" The little penguin asked, causing all of them to turn and look at him questioningly
"Private" Kowalski began and was cut off by Skipper.
"Who is here?" he asked looking around, his paranoia kicking in. He tried to breath and force it back down he was not going to loose it in front of him team. He hadn't before, and he will not be doing it now.
"My keeper from London, oh he was so nice, I do hope he remembers me" Private exclaimed. Now it was time for the Chimps to get grounding in the conversation.
"Pardon me my friend" Mason spoke up, his colleague signing behind him "how did you understand I had not even begun to…" He stopped as he stared at Private who looked down almost ashamed, he had forgotten to tell Skipper, wanting just one secret to himself he had decided that he would keep quiet about the ability to understand British Sign Language, something he had picked up from being the favourite amongst the group to the zoo keeper in ZSL London.
"I can read BSL," he said before quickly explaining. He looked up, peeking a look at Skipper, and looked down again unable to meet the eye of his leader and comrade. Finally the leader spoke.
"We better get back to our own enclosure" he said finally, "And you" he stressed 'you' at Private. "Better tell us a little bit more than 'he's here'". Private looked down dejectedly, he was in the doghouse and he just hoped he would survive the court martial to come.
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