Welcome to chapter 2: Expect the Unexpected. And thank you all for reading so far!
I DO NOT own the Penguins of Madagascar show, movie, or any of the Madagascar movies. The only thing that belongs to me is this fanfiction. The following chapter may contain scenes that are violent, or have mild language (not real swearing but just some impolite words).
Chapter 2: Expect the Unexpected
'CLANK!'
Skipper clumsily dropped the phone on the floor of the plane. It was of shock, but he can't tell by what: the text message, or it's just because of the jet's loud engine that got him distracted. He stared down at the cell phone, that kept on vibrating and beeping. The penguin slowly unbuckled his seatbelt, got down from his seat, and cautiously took steps towards it. Once he got close enough to see the screen, he saw messages that were sent endlessly.
"What the deuce..."He murmured to himself. He picked up the phone with a flipper, trying to read the texts one-by-one. But for some reason, he couldn't swipe the screen, or go to the home page. Once the texts finally came to a stop, Skipper looked over them. A perplexed expression was sculpted across his face.
Each one of the texts have a group of numbers, with a link attached to the bottom. As far as Skipper sees it, they were all in a different order. He swiped the screen down, until he got to the last two texts:
'#hijacked10states'
...
'#JFKairlinesnext'
The penguin's eyes widened.
"Oh, no..." he muttered under his breath.
...
A few rows away, Kowalski was trying to collect history data from Skipper's cell phone.
"Okay, now all I need to do, is to hack into Skipper's number and track him down, by simply typing down his name onto this..." he looked at the machine, which happens to be upside down. He squinted his eyes, but remembering that he never learned to read (letters specifically), the scientist sighed.
"Rico, would you please-"
Rico already headed off without him.
Kowalski face-flippered. Bringing the electronic along, he hopped down from behind a sleeping passenger, and tiptoed his way right behind Skipper's seat. He noticed his leader typing in numbers on the phone, or was it a virus?
"Grrr... can't... pause... this stupid... crap..." He heard Skipper growl. Not being able to see what was going on clearly, he somehow took out a pair of binoculars from a small suitcase- that was possibly a lost-and-found object, since it wasn't actually his suitcase.
Once he zoomed in close enough to see the phone's screen, he was confused as well.
"What in the world is..." At first, the penguin didn't understand what the numbers are for, hence that he couldn't read the label at the top of the screen. Then, the scientist then gasped, noticing the outcome of the numbers was the current population of zoo animals in New York. He knew, at least, it had to be; he had calculated the rank last week, which was only two days ago! Then, the numbers slowly started to lower...
"What the-this, can't, be!" Kowalski almost dropped the binoculars, and while struggling a bit to catch it, Skipper turned around, thinking that someone was watching him (again).
There was no one except for a few people staring.
"I could've sworn I heard someone familiar..." he said slowly. Suspicious, he climbed over his seat, only to find another child staring back at him. Disappointed, he turned his attention back to the phone.
And that's when another beeping sound occurred.
'You have 3 choices.'
Skipper stared, still with a perplexed face. Irritated, yet curious, he was about to reply until two separate messages came, both in a second or less.
'Bring all of the Caspian Beluga fishes around the world, avoiding required payments. Bring them to me, and together, we can rule the world.'
"Huh? Fish? What does that have to do with anything?" He complained. He decided to reply:
'Why do you need all those large fishes for? Can't you just get them yourself? And isn't that stealing? I have to take another flight to Russia or Iran, anyway!'
After the message was completely sent, a reply came right away, as if the messenger was impatient.
'Get all those fishes you can find, unless you want an involuntary destruction of your plane, or ever see your precious little brother again.'
The penguin soldier mouthed out "what?", still confused by what it meant.
Then it hit him.
'Beep, beep!'
'Either ways, it'll be the same result.'
'THUMP!'
...
Kowalski gasped. He wobbled out from under a seat, and went up to his flat-headed brother.
"Skipper! Skipper, are you alright?" He questioned anxiously. The scientist grabbed the other penguin's shoulders and shook him. "Skipper!" He shouted again.
A third penguin with a Mohawk and scar pushed open the restroom door. He exhaled in a relaxed manner. Suddenly, he noticed people staring at him. Waddling past them as if they were invisible, he spotted another group of people circling an area. Wait, the seatbelt sign's off already? He shuffled his way to the center to see what was going on. There, were two of his brothers; one was motionless on the ground, and the other is trying to shake him awake.
"AHH!" He exclaimed, and went up to help them. The humans around them gasped.
"Rico! Where've you been?" Kowalski asked. "Skipper's out cold!"
A light bulb popped in Rico's thoughts. He coughed out a pair of defibrillators, rubbed them together, and planned to make his next move until Kowalski stopped him, making the tall penguin electrocuted.
"BLEEARRRPPPDPDJIGGGLLE!" He stammered. The humans gasped again. The penguin seemed to pass out as well, until he slowly sat up.
"That's alright... at least the injuries were minor..." He lied back down with a "thump!", and grunted.
All of a sudden, the penguin leader's eyes shot open, and he jumped up in fighting stance.
"Huh? Wha? Who's there?" He panicked.