Title: "Mort's Plight"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG for cruel kicks
Summary: Private feels sorry for Mort and his plight of troubled love.
Warnings: Mild Slash, Drabblish
Word Count: 274
Date Written: August 2011
Challenge: For my Penguins of Madagascar table at the 10iloveyou LJ comm
Disclaimer: Rico, Kowalski, Private, Skipper, all other recognizable characters mentioned within, and the Penguins of Madagascar are ﾩ & TM Dreamworks and any other respective owners, none of which are the author, and are used without permission. The female lemurs and everything else is ﾩ & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Sympathetic tears welled in Private's big eyes as he stared down at Mort crumpled in the pavement before his talons. "Why?" he asked the poor, little guy. "Why do you keep going for the feet when you know he's just going to kick you away again?"
"Because," Mort declared, bouncing back up to his furry feet, "I love the feet, and the feet love me!" He raced away back to his King and his beloved feet which he adored with all his might.
Private shook his head. "He's never going to learn," he commented sadly.
Kowalski clasped his feathered shoulder comfortingly. "Not without some further brain washing," he commented darkly.
"Kowalski!" Private cried, pulling away from his team mate in shock.
Rico squawked his agreement, but Skipper shot down Kowalski's mad scientist side. "We don't intervene with the lemurs' business if they don't ask for our help."
Mort flew over their heads. "WHEE!" he cried in delight as he sailed from King Julien's latest kick.
Skipper shook his head and patted Private's shoulder as his mate hid his eyes to keep from watching Mort hit a tree. "No matter how psychotic the little one is," Skipper concluded.
The squad watched as Mort scrambled back to his beloved, royal feet once more only to be kicked again and again. Only when Julien fell asleep much later that night was he able to keep holding to his feet. He clung to them at long last and cooed his contentment. Private draped a blanket over him and went about his own way, both wishing Julien wouldn't awake for hours or, better yet, by far to Mort, days.
The End