Disclaimer: Penguins of Madagascar don't belong to me.
AN: Four days after 'Marlene: A Dream'
BADABOOMBADABOOMBADABOOM ...!
Bloodshot eyes glared balefully across HQ as the airport-grade mufflers failed to allow the penguins any respite from Juliens' 'Boomy-Box' at full volume and then some.
Somehow, the infuriated scream of Marlene pierced the din; sending the four of them out of bed and onto the floe in a heartbeat. Poised in attack positions, they watched as Marlene flipped out of her enclosure and onto the walkway. With no threat making itself apparent, they relaxed.
Skipper narrowed his eyes in thought as he studied Marlene's posture while she stomped over to the lemur habitat. Her muscles were tense, she was hunched over slightly, her ears were pinned so tightly against her skull they couldn't be seen, her paws were balled into fists, her eyes were narrowed into slits and her hackles were up across her shoulders and down her spine. Where had he seen that level of anger before ...?
'Denmark. It's Denmark all over again.' An imperceptible chill jolted down his spine when Marlene almost casually hopped the lemurs' fence.
"Skippa, shouldn't we be backing her up?" Private asked worriedly. Kowalski nodded in agreement and Rico regurgitated his flamethrower. Skipper folded his flippers in front of his chest and grinned. He loved having ringside seats to the dispensation of female justice and not being the one subjected to it. All hell was about to break loose in the lemur habitat. Hurriedly he leapt from their enclosure and motioned his men to follow.
"Negative. A wise man once said 'hell have no fury like a woman scorned'. Marlene is a woman scorned. Anyone unfortunate and foolish enough to impede her path will be dealt grievous bodily harm. Just sit back and enjoy the show boys."
"Julien! I told you. I TOLD YOU! NO MUSIC!" She screamed as her fist slammed down on the stop button.
"What? Why are you touching my boomy-box? I, de king, did not tell you you could be touching my boomy-box!" Julien exclaimed indignantly as he reached to turn the music back on. Marlene bared her teeth and snarled, Julien apparently had second thoughts.
Maurice seemed to realize the level of danger Julien was in, seeing as how he grabbed Mort and fled. Skipper chuckled quietly to himself. The self-proclaimed Lemur King had very little in the way of survival instincts.
"This has been going on for three nights now." Marlene rasped. "You've been warned, lemur. Skipper told you to turn it off the first night, you ignored him." She took one step toward the annoying mammal. "Last night, I warned you. I told you I needed to sleep, but you didn't listen." Now she was right up in his grill and he was starting to look a little nervous. "And now you've done it again. I haven't slept in almost a week Julien!" Marlene finally snapped. With astonishing speed, even to the jaded eyes of the penguins, her paw lashed out and snagged the lemur by the ear. Painfully firm if Juliens' girlish shriek was anything to go by. She marched him to the stereo and took hold of the other ear as well.
"You." She banged his head against the black plastic and with every word she spoke she would bang his head again. Skipper could tell she wasn't using enough strength to seriously injure him, just enough to (hopefully) get the message through. "Are. A. Self-absorbed. Self-serving. Obnoxious. Little. Brat!" She let go of his ears and grabbed the carrying handle on the boom-box while he was dazed. Skipper, Kowalski, Rico and Private didn't envy the headache he'd have in the morning. Her free paw grabbed the scruff of Julien's neck and she was in his face one more time, hissing something to him quietly before letting him go. It was a threat of some sort, because Julien screamed again and scrambled away as fast as possible.
With a self-satisfied nod, Marlene made her way back to her habitat, stereo in paw.
"That, gentlemen, was a thing of beauty." Skipper grinned. Kowalski, having brought a video camera to record Marlene unusually aggressive behaviour, turned the camera off.
