Out of the wild

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Disclaimer: The Penguins of Madagascar, as TV show is property of Nickelodeon, DreamWorks Animation, Mark McCorkle, Bob Schooley and... other people. All recognizable characters are theirs. The characters you DON'T recognize and are therefore mine, are Double and Trouble, their family and some random characters along the way.

Chapter 2: What we do in our free time

Somewhere close to the lake, two otters were busy with something. Well, one of them was busy with something. The other was busy glaring at the other and trying to get him to stop doing whatever the other, almost identical, otter was doing.

"Double, don't!" one of the two young otters groaned, holding a paw to his head in frustration. He was looking at his brother, who was digging around in a beaver's dam. The otter known as Double ignored his brother, grabbed a tree stump, grunted, and rolled it off the dam. "Double, I'm serious!"

Double poked his head above a tree that was still in its almost-full form - probably it wasn't stripped of its leaves and bark by the beavers yet. Double's eyes were sparkling with mischief and he grinned at his unwilling accomplice.

"Come on, Trouble, learn to have a little fun!"

"I don't see any fun in wrecking Mrs. Beaver's dam," the unwilling accomplice, also known as Trouble, declared. "If she finds out it was you she'll use your body for a toothpick."

"Yada, yada, yada, I'm not listening!" Double grinned and he dived back into the pile of wood, digging around in it like a mole would in ground. Except he wasn't a mole and it was wood he was digging around in. Trouble just stared at the dam his brother had disappeared into, until Double's voice piped up from underneath a couple of branches. "Oh, look at that, didn't know Mrs. Beaver collected these…"

"Double!" Trouble yelled, shocked that his brother would actually sink so low to actually go digging in other animal's belongings. "Stop that!"

The branches shook lightly like Double was shaking them like a parody of prison bars.

"Get your tail out of that knot, Trouble!" Double's voice piped up again. "It's going fine in here, I assure you!"

The branches shook again as if Double was trying to prove he could do this, and nothing would happen. For several seconds, nothing did happen, indeed.

Then, apart from the branches, the whole dam started shaking. Trouble could just watch with eyes like saucers when the dam lost its balance, grunted like a dying animal and collapsed.

Trouble ran to the dam at top speed, waving away the dust-cloud that had been shot into the air thanks to the collapsing of the – apparently very dusty – dam. He jumped on top of it and started pulling branches and pushing stumps and other parts of trees out of the way to get to his brother.

Just a minute later, Double's very dusty face appeared from underneath a very leafy branch. Trouble smiled widely, grabbed his brother by the arm and tugged him free from the pile of wood that had been a dam. After that loss of the only thing holding the last part of it upright, the last part of the dam collapsed.

"Double? Double! Say something to me! Anything!" a worried Trouble shouted in his unconscious brother's face, slightly tapping that same unconscious face.

That woke Double up. He opened his eyes and glanced around him in shock. Then, he turned his head back to his very relieved brother.

The only thing Double mumbled, was a very sheepish: "Oops."

"…I don't know if it's because of that hit on your head or because it's just you, but I'm taking you back to Ma."

Double gasped.

"No! Don't tell her I did this! She'll kill me!"

"And that's exactly what you deserve, you sneaky house breaker. Oh, and I'm not carrying you, so walk on your own."

"…Aw."

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Long hours after the twins had gone home, a very confused Mrs. Beaver broke her head over the fact that her dam – correction, what had been a dam once – had been turned into a big pile of wreckage pieces.

"Dammed, what happened to my dam?"

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And there it is! My first real chapter! With dialogue, with descriptions – not like the prologue, darn short thing – but, so! Did you like it? Hate it? Give it roses of use it as an indicator to tell you when your water is cooking – even though its bubbles should tell you?

Right. Anyway, I'm Dutch, so give me tips, tell me if I should improve anything and please, please, I'm begging you, give nice reviews!