Hi everyone! Here's chapter 2: Little Aria. Oh, and thank you all who have viewed, faved and reviewed so far!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the Penguins of Madagascar. They belong to DreamWorks. The only thing that belongs to me is this made-up story, including one OC.
Sounds of forced whistling from the wind, that caused the trees to dance rapidly, contributed to a shockwave, caused by a certain plane somewhere near or around the Central Park Zoo. Four penguins looked up from behind the brick wall and bushes.
"Kowalski..." Skipper began. "Any-uh... options or-uh..." He had seen explosions and even been in plane accidents before, but somehow this one left him... speechless.
"I would say due to the polluted hazard that is now taking place in our home... eeehhh-we should panic," Kowalski replied. He started screaming, very much like a goat, and following his own option. At first, Private and Rico plainly stared, but then they started freaking their minds out as well.
But Skipper, claiming he has the "nerves of steel", didn't-or at least knew he shouldn't-accept taking in any part of the behavior. He shouted at the others to stop.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's the matter with you soldiers? This is a scene of tragedy! We ain't suppose to be freakin' out just like that! Hey! That's an order!"
When they refused to listen (which barely ever happens), the leader could feel his eyes flaming and head aching with anger. And yes, he could've managed that a long time ago.
"I said... THAT'S AN ORDER!"
The others paused, their eyes focused on Skipper.
"Look... our home may be destroyed, and..." The penguin looked around. "... Possibly the whole park. But we... are not... giving up! People may think we're just... nothing but-cute an' cuddly. And yeah, we move on when our habitat is ruined or whatever. But this is where we belong! No matter what! So, as a conclusion... "
The other penguins' eyes widened, and looked at each other briefly, nodding. They waited for Skipper's conclusion.
"... The one to blame... is that plane!" He pointed at the white jet, which was still smoked.
"Yeah!" They cheered, pumping their flippers up in the air.
Once they slid back to the center of the zoo, what was first seen was obviously smoke, but when they waddled closer, the sound of coughing- of anonymous but somehow familiar voices, were heard.
The youngest one, Private, turned his head to the right, following the direction of the sound. He coughed several times himself, but when not paying attention to what was standing in front of him.
"Oof!" He stumbled back a little, but realizing there he couldn't see the figure clearly, due to the height, he took a few further steps back.
And there it is. A vicious-looking, but again, somehow familiar polar bear was looking down at the small penguin. At first, Private thought he saw glowing, crimson eyes, but when the bear bent down, he gasped. He saw that it-he-was wearing a suit, with the large letters, "NW" on it.
"Oh... my... gosh...!" The bear gushed. He scooped up the penguin, who just got a strange flashback about a group of animal agents known as, "The North Wind."
Private remembered now. "Corporal!" He gasped, with happy grin stretched across his beak. Wait, he has to the others know!
"Guys! Skipper! Kowalski! Rico! Look who I found!"
Several feet away, the penguins heard his call.
"Private!" Skipper gasped. He dropped on his belly and slid his way over to the youngest penguin.
Rico and Kowalski followed along. Once they reached Private, they stopped after seeing a polar bear.
"Hello cute-and-cuddly-little-penguins! Do you remember me? It's me, Corporal!"
They immediately recognized the bear's Norwegian accent, after they had another flashback.
Rico ran up to Corporal as well as Kowalski, but both for different reasons:
"Blahehherrphalel!" Rico, as usual, spoke mostly gibberish. But this time it was of happiness. As for the science guy, he jumped onto the bear and grabbed on to his fur.
"I just realized: where's Eva!? Is she here? How is she? Did she miss me? Deeettaaillsss!" He asked anxiously, shaking Corporal, who was surprised by how strong the penguin became compared to the last time he saw all four of them.
The leader rolled his eyes, annoyed by how Kowalski was acting. Suddenly, a familiar white seal appeared from behind the smoke as well.
"Hey you guys! How's it goin'?" He greeted. Short Fuse. It's the voice they recognized, though he was larger in size and there seemed to be a little bit of natural darkening in his fur, aside from the dust that he got from the crash. He noticed Rico and jumped forward to give him, what Skipper likes to call, a "hi 1". Rico opened his mouth, but instead of saying something, he gagged out a large, gun-like laser beam. But instead of shooting him, he placed the weapon in the seal's flippers, which then slipped off.
"Oh... uh, thanks, but... my flippers are still too short."
Skipper stood still, watching his team and the North Wind. He was glad to see some old friends, but something just kept... bugging him. Why were they flying here? To New York? They haven't seen each other for years, and at some point they must be busy, but the penguin remembered the many times his team had saved different parts of the world... well, mostly the zoo, actually. And sure, there's a crisis going on in the zoo right now; some of the electronics have been reported on the news that they came to life, but he figured-or at least, he thinks-that he could handle the situation. So why did they fly all the way from Antarctica to here? It's not like any animals are currently kidnapped by an evil animal genius... right?
He looked at the other team again, now seeing Eva talking to a love-struck Kowalski. But then he noticed something was missing among all the agents.
"Hey, uh... anyone seen Classified?" He asked the North Wind. The animals briefly looked at each other, then, realizing what he meant, they hurried over to the broken plane.
The animals waved dust and smoke out of their way, coughing. They finally reached the entrance of the plane, which soon broke apart. They looked around for the North Wind's leader, but there was nothing inside or outside of the jet. All of a sudden, Short Fuse shouted, "look, it's boss!", pointing a flipper at the head of the vehicle.
"Where?" the others questioned.
"There!" The seal shook his flipper.
And correct, he is. The glass window of the plane somehow fell off as well, and there he was; the wolf put a paw on the ground, and appeared with cuts and scrapes like the other members who were on the plane. He made a sound that was much like a combination of a wheeze and a cough.
The North Wind and Penguins gasped. They ran over to him; Corporal gave him a pat on the back, making the canine cough more. Skipper lent out a flipper, offering help, but due to his size, Classified just used his arm to cough on-again.
"Thanks... anyways," he said after clearing his throat.
"You alright, boss?" Asked Short Fuse. The canine nodded. He repeated the word, "alright", but then his eyes widened, and what looked like... fear.
"You okay?" The lead penguin asked. "Ya look like something's messed up-well, other than what just happened."
Classified's ears shot up. Once he stood up on his hind legs, he rapidly turned his waist from left to right, along with the direction he was facing.
"Oh no...!" He exclaimed. "Where is she!?"
The others paused.
"Where is who, exactly?" Kowalski asked.
"The pup!"
"The what?" Eva raised an eyebrow.
"The pup!"
Whimpering and soft howling echoed from inside the vehicle. Classified gasped. He leaped back to the plane, and gasped again, only it was sharper and the animals could easily hear it. After about two seconds, he walked back out, hushing to something tiny, and furry in his arms.
The others gasped-again. They stepped closer to take a better look at what the wolf was carrying. He bent down, allowing them to see. It-or she, as Classified was probably mentioning about when he was alert, looked a lot like the grey wolf, except it had light-brownish and a soft, reddish toned fur, with a white muzzle and belly, as well as light, white fur on the bottom half of the tail, which was curled around her belly. She was surprisingly clean compared to the others. Another gasp came from the animals, only this time, it was in admiration.
A feminine sounding squeal came from behind the agents. They turned around. It was no one other than Corporal, who fainted flat on the Earth's crust; despite his strength and even aggression, he had one certain weakness.