Missing Moments Special: Return of the Revenge of Dr. Blowhole (re-written)

Spoilers if you haven't seen it! (will contain Skipper x Hans slash/yaoi)

Disclaimer: I do not own Penguins of Magascar. I make no money off this story. Some of the scenes in the following fic come directly from the movie "Return of the Revenge of Dr. Blowhole" and belong to the creators, not to me.

Chapter 1: Amnesia

'Pen-gu-in!' a familiar one-eyed dolphin rolled out of the ship.

'Blowhole!' Skipper jumped into a fighting stance.

'Was that an entrance or what? Not that you'll remember it. Thanks to my... MINDJACKER!'

Skipper felt his thoughts draining away from him as the purple beam sucked his memories away.

'And now, you will forget everything... Most importantly, how to SWIM!' Blowhole let out a maniacal laugh as he watched Skipper fall backwards.

THUD!

'Well, that was anticlimactic,' Hans commented, staring down at Skipper's body.

'He was suppose to fall into the water,' the dolphin glared down at their mutual enemy who was lying unconscious on the dock.

'Oh well. We may as well take him with us,' Dr. Blowhole turned away and rolled back into the ship, leaving Hans to collect the penguin's limp body.

'Oooh, my head. Where am I?' The penguin pushed himself to his webbed feet and stared around at the blurry, white-walled room. Giving his poor head a moment to stop spinning, the bird turned to examine himself in a small square of dark reflective glass* mounted on the wall. 'Who am I?'

A glow appeared in the back of the room and a sharp voice called out, 'Listen up, Cupcake!'

'Cupcake... Is that my name?' Skipper turned to look at the buff, bushy-browed penguin standing behind him.

'What? NO! I was insulting you by referring to you as something soft and sweet,' the gruff penguin replied.

'Oooooh, that sounds yummy. Do you have one?' Skipper asked, already tasting the delicious, unknown treat in his mind.

The taller penguin growled and slapped him on the cheek. 'Forget the cupcake! I'm special agent Buck Rockgut.'

'Cupcake... Is that my name?'

Skipper's voice slipped from the room and Hans was jolted from his brief rest. Pushing open the door and stepping in, the puffin glanced around the room. The penguin had his back to him and hadn't even heard him come in. Instead, Skipper seemed focused on something near the back of the room.

Hans listened to the one-sided conversation, taking a moment to wonder about Skipper's state of mind. 'Cupcake?' the puffin questioned, finally getting the penguin leader's attention. Confused blue eyes met his, then glanced back at something.

'Is he insulting me too?' the penguin asked the invisible person only he could see.

{Who is he talking to? There's no one there. Maybe the dolphin's machine worked better than we thought}

'Not likely. Cupcake can also be used as an affectionate nickname. Notice the colourful beak?' Buck pointed to the puffin.

'It's kinda hard to miss,' the penguin observed.

'For a puffin, a colourful beak indicates mating season. Congratulations boy, looks like you've got an admirer,' the taller penguin nudged his comrade in the side and shot him a wink.

'Oh... okay,' Skipper smiled shyly at his "admirer" and wondered if the other bird knew him.

'Now, back to business. Stand up straight, SOLDIER!'

Hans watched Skipper jump and salute the back wall.

'Alright Skipper,' Buck continued, pacing in a circle.

'Skipper... Now is that my name or an insult?' the confused penguin asked, glancing between the other two birds.

'NAME! But an insult is coming up fast,' Buck snarled, glaring at his charge.

'You're not very nice,' Skipper frowned, inching closer to his "admirer."

'I'm not here to be NICE. I'm here because your brain has taken an unregistered shore leave, so your mind created me to help you through it,' the buff penguin stated.

'Oh wait... so you're not real?' Skipper stared at the quite real-looking penguin standing before him.

'No! I'm what a hippy would call your Spirit Guide. Damn hippies and their gushy names,' Buck snarled, punching his flipper.

'Oh... is he real?' Skipper pointed to the stunned puffin standing next to him.

'Yes, he's real,' Buck acknowledged.

'And you're just a figment of my imagination?' Skipper wanted to confirm.

'Yep,' Buck agreed.

'Well, if he's real and you're not... Shouldn't I be listening to him instead of a hallucination?' Skipper pointed to the puffin.

'Can't argue with logic. Have fun, kid,' Buck Rockgut faded into a golden glow and Skipper found himself alone in the room with the puffin.

'Who were you talking to?' Hans asked, once Skipper turned to stare at him expectantly.

'Buck Rockgut, my spirit guide, apparently. He's gone now,' Skipper commented.

'Ooookay,' Hans fought the urge to step back. Brainwashed or not, the penguin leader was still a formidable enemy.

'So... you know me?' Skipper asked.

Hans nearly shivered at the eager look on the penguin's face. How weird. It was like Skipper was actually happy to see him.

'Sure. We're old chums from Denmark. I'm Hans,' the puffin remarked, giving the penguin a fake smile.

'Oh, okay. Nice to meet you, again, Hans. Any idea how I lost my mind?' Skipper pointed at his head.

'You bumped your head. I just came to bring you breakfast,' Hans pulled a bucket of fish from behind his back and watched as Skipper gratefully accepted them, gulping down the succulent creatures with a gusto.

Blue eyes focused intently on the puffin once more.

'Oh right... well, I guess I'll just be going now,' Hans backed toward the door. Skipper's face fell at the announcement and Hans felt the unwelcome urge to give his frenemy a hug.

'Wait! So you expect me to stay in this room just cause I bumped my head?' Skipper's sadness turned to annoyance.

'It's for your own good,' Hans explained, opening the door with a wing.

'I'm not a delicate little girl, Hans. Now let's go,' Skipper waddled past the puffin and into the dimly lit hallway.

Hans stood in shocked silence until the penguin turned and grabbed his wing, dragging him out of the room.

Hans glanced down at where the penguin was still holding his wing. Skipper seemed excited at just being able to walk around and was happily waddling next to him.

'So, Hans...' Skipper glanced up at the other bird's colorful beak and had to force himself not to giggle. Having a secret admirer was fun!

'Yes?' the suave puffin met his eyes.

'So you... like me, yes?' Skipper asked, blushing under his feathers at being so forward.

'Yes,' Hans commented, playing along. After all, telling the penguin that they were mortal arch-enemies would not be helpful in this situation.

The puffin blinked in confusion as the penguin let out an unexpectedly girlish giggle and clung even tighter to his wing. Hans felt a bit self-conscious as Skipper focused his sapphire blue eyes once more on his colourful beak.

{Wait... Could Skipper be thinking..?}

'Hey! Watch where you're stepping!' a voice called out from the ground.

The two birds stopped and stared at the red lobster glaring up at them. The lobster's eyes widened at the sight of the penguin and he gasped aloud.

'A giant bug!' Skipper clung tighter to Hans' wing.

'He's a lobster,' Hans explained, wincing at the almost painful grip.

'Dr. Blowhole's not going to like this. He specifically said to keep the penguin in the room,' the lobster commented, glancing back and forth at the pair.

'He's with me,' the puffin explained.

'There's a doctor here? Is this a hospital?' Skipper's blue eyes were back to pleading for answers from the puffin.

'Sure... it's a special hospital. An underwater hospital,' Hans couldn't help but say in a sarcastic tone. Luckily, Skipper didn't seem to notice.

'Are there any windows here?' Skipper asked eagerly.

Blowhole slapped his face with a flipper. Not only had the puffin failed to keep Skipper in the room, which was specifically designed to ensure the penguin leader couldn't escape, but he'd also decided to play along with Skipper's fragile state of mind. Of course, this could work to their advantage...

The dolphin grinned and flipped the switch to turn on the hallway speakers. Time for Skipper to meet "The Doctor."

'Hans. I am giving you special permission to take the penguin to the observation room,' a smooth voice flowed from the speakers above their heads.

'Is that the doctor?' Skipper asked, glancing around.

'Yes. I am Doctor Blowhole and as my patient, you have to obey my every command,' the voice commented wryly.

'Are you spying on us?' the penguin noticed several video cameras trained on them.

'I'm observing you. This is my hospital, after all,' Blowhole stated.

'Well, I for one think it's rude to spy on people, even if I am your patient. And your bedside manner could use a little work too,' Skipper announced, glaring at the video camera closest to him.

'You're not a person, you are a patient. I am being extreeemly generous by allowing you to leave your room. And in the future, you may only leave your room if you are accompanied by Hans at all times,' Blowhole ordered.

'Fine by me. At least he's better company,' Skipper shot back, tugging on the puffin's wing to get him moving. The sooner they got to this observation room, the sooner the doctor went back to doing other things rather than spying on them.

...tbc...

Note: * The small square of reflective glass is suppose to be mini computer screen. Dr. Blowhole has them in each room on the ship so he is always able to keep an eye on things.