AN: Thanks a bunch to Caeley, privateandcadet and candysweets, Dana Welch, your reviews mean a lot to me  Thank you Caeley for pointing out my misspelling of Julien's name! My spell check had a red line under it and corrected it as 'Julian' so I just didn't' think about it, but now that you mention it I think your right and I've changed the spelling so thanks again.

Don't worry candysweets, Marlene makes an appearance in this next part :P and since I couldn't resist your huge puppy-god Mort eyes, here it is :)

Part 2

The followning morning the first rays of sunlight were met with a bloodcurling scream.

Rico, Kowalski and Private burst from their beds, simultaneously landing in front of Skipper who's eyes were wide with horror.

One by one the followed his frozen stare…

There in the middle of the floor was his wife, pulled apart limb by limb, her arms scattered about, head detached and sitting in one corner of the room, another leg flug to the other corner.

"Who could have done such a thing!" Private asked, horrified.

" I'm so sorry dollface, how could I have let this happen?" Skipper knelt besider her detached body parts, cradaling her decapitated head in his arms. "I promise baby, I'm going to find who ever did this. I will find them and –"

"Uh…Skipper?"

"Private. Can't you see I'm having a moment here?"

"um…um…" Private figited wanting to say something.

Kowalski came to use rescue, "Sir, we are not quite sure what is more disturbing. The sight before our eyes, or the fact that such a shrill little girly scream could escape from you beak…"

Skipper straightened up immediately. "Of course that wasn't me Kowalski! Private! Where did you go getting that idea! It was my sweetheart who screamed of course! Screamed as she was torn apart by some savage! Under my watch…how could it have happened…?" His eyes suddenly narrowed, and looked in turn at each of the penguins. "Someone on the inside then? WAS IT ONE OF YOU!"

They all gasped.

"How could you!" Private said. "We would never do something to deliberately upset you, Skipper."

Skipper sagged in defeat, feeling guilty. "I know Private, you're right."

"On the bright side, Skipper, we can easily put her together again," Kowalski observed, "She'll be 80% the same."

"What do you mean she'll be only 80% the same?" Skipper said. "That's not at all acceptable Kowalski!"

"Well one of her legs appears to be missing, Sir."

"So it is! Good work I belive you've found a clue! Right boys, get ready for operation, find missing limb, find attacker. Begins…..now."

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Skipper looked through his binoculars into the lemur's cage. "Hmm…there's Marlene." The otter was gushing on about something to Julien's father, who seemed to be enthralled by her every word. "She…looks… like she's having fun."

"Where's Julien, Skipper?" Kowalski asked looking through his recorded information. "Taking into account the recent events, and the lack of data on anyone else, I have calculated that Julian is a prime suspect with a 95.87% likelihood of being the guilty party."

"He did seem very upset last night when we refused to help him out," Private added.

"But then again, if he did do it, one would think he would be gloating about it in front of us, or denying it in a way that made it obviouse he did it," Kowalski said, taking into account Julien's behaviour in the past.

"Yes, but he's acting differntly now that his farther has made an apperance, and we never saw that coming, so we can't use his previous behaviour as a guide in his present condition. Keep sharp boys, anyone and everyone is a suspect at this point in time," Skipper warned grimley. "Proceed forward for further invetigation, pronto."

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"Skipper, should we confront him?" Kowalski asked as the penguins observed Julien pacing back and forth a little way away, muttering to himself, seemingly in his own world.

Rico regurgitated a lethal looking knife and held it out to Skipper.

Private's eyes widened wondering how he had kept such a sharp object in his stomach.

"Rico," Skipper said, "I may be angry at this gross injustice that has been committed, but I'm never unfair. No torturing into confession without sufficient evidence agains't the suspect. That's an order."

"Should we go talk to him then?" Private asked, "Maybe he will give something away unwittingly."

Before he could respond, Skipper was startled by Julian's booming voice, "I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU KNOW YOU SILLY PENGUINS!" Four penguin heads snapped in his direction. "AND NO! I SHALL NOT CONVERSE WITH THOSE WHO HAVE BETRAYED HIS HIGHNESSS THE ONE AND ONLY KING JULIEN! BEGONE WITH YOU, YOU ARE TOO SHAMEFUL FOR MY KINGLY EYES TO BEHOLD!"

Skipper lowered his flippers from the side of his head. "Did you boys get any of that?"

"No Sir, I too found myself force to cover my ears," Kowalski said.

"Maybe it was his way of threatening to damage our hearing forever if we go any closer to him," Private observed.

"Hmm. Very well, what other options do we have Kowalski?"

"Perhaps look for Maurice, I've noticed he has been strangely absent ever since yesterday."

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"Heeeeeeeey guys!" Marlene popped up behind Skipper, giving him a fright which he quickly recovered from and pretended never happened. "Whatcha guys doin'?"

"That would be none of you're buisness," Skipper replied, "That being said, have you seen Maurice?"

Beaming, Marlene shrugged, "mmm, he's sleeping over on the other side of the habitat I think. He's not talking to Julien at all, isn't that strange?"

Kowalski scribbled this information down.

"But isn't the new king great? He's so niiice and friendly! And he actually listens to me and answers my quesitons when I ask them!" She glared for a second at Skipper.

"Thank you Marlene, you are dismissed now if you have no other useful information."

Marlene huffed but left anyways.

The penguins moved stealthily to the other side of the habitat.

"Oh Skipper! Look!" Private practically squeaked. "Look! It's the missing leg!"

Gasping, Skipper marched up to the sleeping Maurice and yanked the doll's limb from his arms, startling him awake in the process.

"…Wha-what? Hey!" The lemur immediately began to scramble backwards, looking panic striken.

"Rico. Secure the suspect."

"G-get away from me!"

Rico held Maurice down while Kowalski peered itimidatingly at him, clipboard in hand, pen poised ready to record every word he uttered.

"Did you, or did you not ruthlessly tear Skipper's beloved apart, and run off with her leg?"

"What are you talking about?" Maurice struggled to get away. "I can't be here. You can't be here…look you don't understand…just let me go ok? It's best that we don't talk!"

"He is acting extreamly guility," Private observed.

"Guility?" Maurice exclaimed, "O-of what? How do you expect me to act when I'm woken from my slumber with no warning only to be pined down and accused?"

"Enough of this chit-chat, since you didn't actually answer Kowalski's inequiry, I will assume you're guility. Now tell me, what is the meaning of this!" Skipper waved the detached leg about. "You're jealous, is that it? I knew it, I saw you making eyes at my lovely the last time you were invading our territory…"

"That's crazy talk man!"

Skipper narrowed his eyes at Maurice.

Maurice narrowed his eyes at Skipper. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"You entered our domain and tore apart Skippers wife," Private accused.

"No I did not!"

"Rico, can we have the lie dectector please?"

"I don't have time for this, I didn't have anythign to do with what ever you're upset about, I don't know how this leg ended up near me, but I sure as hell don't want it. Now leave me alone and don't come near me again!" he looked despearte "I mean it. I wish I could explain, but it's too complicated right now."

He scuttled off.

Kowalski scratched his head. "Seems we have two very likely suspects now. Maurice was found with the leg, but he didn't seem to know what we were talking about, it's possible he was set up."

"We're going to have to do some more investigating." Skipper said. "Kowalski, keep an eye on Julien. Rico, follow Maurice, make sure he doesn't do anythign else supicious. Private, go see Marlene again, see if she has any other valuable information, but don't tell her anything you don't need to – keep it private, Private. Remember she could be a suspect too."

"Oh!" Private said, looking shocked at the thought. "not Marlene, no way."

"Well I didn't say it was likely, but we have to consider everything. I'm goint to re-check the crime scene, see if I can pick up any forensic evidence. Regroup at 6:00. Goodluck boys."

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As Private waddled along, heading towards the Ottar's habitat, his gaze fell into the chimpanzee's cage and he was surprised to see Mason shrieking with rage, baring his teeth.

"Quit waving you're hands about," he told Phil who was making sign language frantically. "You know nothing you can say can change it!"

Phil grabbed a banana and began chewing it slowly and deliberatly before spitting it out in his hand.

"Oh no you don't! Don't you dare you filfthy monkey!"

The next moment Mason's face was covered with mashed banana.

Private wisely looked away before they started throwing poo at each other. Hmm… He thought I don't think I've ever seen Mason so angry he's usually so composed.

"Quack quack! quack quck!"

Private looked towards another angry noise and spotted the baby ducks attacking each other. The mother who usually had them perfectly under control and in a straight line behind her was looking completely distrought and threatening to leave her babies all alone to fend for themselves, but none of them were listining.

Wow, Private thought. The ducks are upset over something too…that is unusual…

*bump*

"Oh! Hey there Private, sorry, I didn't see ya! What you doing all alone?"

"Um, um, nothing," Private said to Marlene. "I was just noticing everyone seems upset about one thing or another around here, Julien, Maurice, Skipper, Phil and Mason, the ducks…but you, at least you seem cheerful."

"Oh really? I hadn't noticed," she laughed, "I was just attempting to make the new king a cake! It's fish flavoured, think he will like it? Oh well I'm sure he will, he's so nice! Got to go bring it to him now, bye!"

She rushed off in a blur before Private could say word. He got a little furrow on his brow. "Hmm."

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Three days had passed and more and more animals in the zoo seemed to be getting grumpy, over different things, it was hard to really tell what though as none of them wanted to talk about it. There was a tense, angry feeling in the entire zoo, which confused the zookeepers and disappointed the visitors. It got so bad by the third day that the zoo was actually closed for the day, in order to give the 'overworked animals a break' with an excuse that it was 'just that time of year.'

Maurice was keeping to himself and being very anti-social. The new king seemed to spend the majority of his time conversing with Marlene or slowly working his way through meeting all the other animals in the zoo and Mort spent all his time clinging to the king's feet. None of the penguins had been able to prove for sure who had dissembled the doll, and Julien had fallen into a depression so bad he hadn't eaten anything for ages and was now in the zoo's hospital being monitored.

"You know what Skipper?" Private sighed wistfully, "I think I kind of miss Julien. He seemed to make things more fun around here."

"What nonsense are you speaking Private? Fun? That lemur is nothing but a pain in my –"

"Everyone's gone all funny ever since Julien got kicked off the throne." Private went on sadly. "All I see is arguing, fighting, or moping about. No one is happy. How could such a change have occurred and so suddenly? What's going on?"

Skipper let out a long sigh. "Why does nothing ever work out like you want it to?"

"Skipper…" something was beginning to dawn on Private, something perhaps that had been at the back of his mind for a while now. "That King Julien XII…I really think he's behind all this."

"How so? He hardly does anything except sit on his throne eating fruits and conversing with different animals. He seems to really enjoy meeting new animals and getting to know them." Skipper said.

"But haven't you noticed when they are not around him, everyone goes back to their habitats and picks fights with those closest too them?"

"Well, now that you mention it…"

Private told him of his own observations, "Mason and Phil, the ducks…Alex and Marty aren't even talking to each other the last few days, and they used to be best friends. You know what I think? I…I think Julien's father is somehow manipulating us, talking individuals separately, getting them to think things maybe, slowly turning them against others, perhaps so that they will become more loyal to him?"

"Private, I hadn't realised… you could be onto something!" Skipper gasped. "That would mean…perhaps he was the one responsible for destroying my darling! HOW DARE HE! That does it, Private, Rico, Kowalski, assemble at once, we have to get to the bottom of this before things get any worse, Rico, prepare necessary weapons, Kowalski –" Skipper paused, "Where's Kowalski?"

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"Seems like you do a lot of work for the team then," King Julien XII commented to Kowalski. "Perhaps even more than the rest of them. You're an invaluable member, but you seem overworked." He popped a berry in his mouth.

"Well, that is true." Kowalski admitted. "I do sometimes feel like I'm overworked in my position. I get so sick of having to always write down everything Skipper would otherwise forget. Every second being at his beck and call."

"Mmm, I totally understand what you mean," the new King nodded wisely. "It's so good to get to chat with a likeminded creature."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, me and you. We are both highly intelligent beings. Capable of organising and controlling masses. Not suited to menial positions. Have you ever wondered why Skipper is the captain and not you? It does not seem right to me. It just doesn't seem right."

"Actually, now that you mention it, I have been thinking about that more and more lately." Kowalski said.

"Leave those penguins. Stay with me, I wont order you around or expect you to do everything I desire and act immediately when I desire; instead, I will value and respect your admirable intelligence, taking your advice whenever you do so wish to offer it, and giving you the luxury to do as you please, to breath easily without being controlled. That's the kind of kingdom I look for, people falling into their suited places. My son is all about 'me-me-me' but I consider my people. What will make them the happiest? What position can they be in to be able to flourish at their full potential? And by joining with me, I think you can find that."

Kowalski gazed steadily at him.

"So," King Julian XII smiled and held out his hand, "What do you say?"

Hope that part was ok, please leave a review and I'll try to get the next part out soon :)