Just M Luck

A St. Patrick's Day Penguins of Madagascar fanfic by Miscellaneous Thief

A/N: Ah, St. Patrick's Day, one of my favorite holidays. Okay, so I know it's actually the day after, but in my defense I was having to mush fun yesterday to upload this. So I guess it's 'a day late and a dollar short'. Does that mean I owe you guys a dollar? Anyway, in celebration, I decided to write three (because three is an important number in Ireland) short one-shots centered around real Irish legends/myths, penguin style.

Disclaimer- Maybe if I catch a leprechaun, and he gives me his gold, I can use it to buy Penguins of Madagascar.

Shot 1- Bloody Leprechaun

Private happily skipped through Central Park, cheerful as can be. It was early spring. Skipper had given him the afternoon off, and the zoo was closed leaving him free to do whatever he wanted. What else could the young penguin ask for?

He entered a clearing created by a circle of budding maple trees. It was empty, except for a single bush and a flat rock. Private was about to move on, perhaps to check on Mother Duck and Eggy and see how they were faring, when, abruptly, a bright burst of colorful light stopped him in his tracks. Appearing suddenly in front of him, was a rainbow ending at the foot of the flat that's not what shocked him the most. No, that was meager compared to the fact that appearing within the rainbow itself was a small black cauldron filled to the brim with gold. Private stared in pure awe. His mum had always told him that leprechaun gold was the best chocolate in the world, and if he should come across any of it to not waste the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Curiosity nearly killing him, he gingerly stuck out a flipper towards the gold.

"Aye! Get yer bloody paws off me gold!" Yelled a voice.

Whether it was from fright or shock, Private immediately obliged by jumping away from the cauldron as fast as he could. He whirled his head around in every direction, looking for the source of the angry voice. Then something happened that he probably would not of believed if he wasn't so accustomed to supernatural things that happened every day in his not so ordinary life- A little green faerie, not much taller than Private himself, stepped out of the rainbow, making it disappear.

"What's yer business messin' around with me gold? Aye, don ya know better than to go 'round sticking yer nose where it don belong?" He asked.

Private, still feeling like this was surreal, took a moment to reply "I-I'm sorry. I just wanted to taste a bit of it."

The leprechaun sighed "Aye, you an' every other O'Brien out there. Tell ya what, if you help an 'ole leprechaun hide his gold, I'll give ya little taste of me magick 'ere. I'd do it meself, but I'm not as 'oung as I used ter be."

"Um, alright." Private agreed "What would you like me to do?"

"Great lad! Well, the best way ter hide me gold is to bury it." He replied.

"Really? So what do I do?" Private asked

"Aye, don ya got any brains at all? I need a shovel! Can't go 'round digging holes without a shovel, now can ya?"

"Oh, I guess your right." Private said sheepishly "I'll go to the zoo's maintenance shed and get a shovel. You stay here."

"Couldn't of thought of a better plan meself lad. An' I'll jus hide me gold in that bush unter ya get back,"

So Private helped the leprechaun, who he found out was named Blarney-like the stone ("Can't get any luckier than a leprechaun named Blarney, don ya know") and then was off towards the zoo. It wasn't until he was halfway back to the shed that he remembered his mum had also told him to never let a leprechaun out of his sight. She said they were mischievous faeries, and would easily trick you. Private hoped that Blarney wasn't like that, but that was to no avail when he re-entered the clearing to discover that not only was Blarney and the rainbow gone, but the clearing was now filled the brim with bushes, all exact replicas of the bush the gold was hidden in. Private sighed.

"Bloody leprechaun."

A/N: Eh, not my best fic. Hope you liked though. And do you know how hard it is to write Irish and British accents at the same time? I think I gave up on Privates about halfway through the fic.