i do not own the penguins of Madagascar they belong to dreamworks
WARNING: MOVIE SPOILERS AHEAD: if you haven't seen it, i highly recommend you do then return to this fanfic.
Chapter Two - More Penguin History
I walked into the zoovenior shop as casually as any other visitor to the zoo. Nothing seemed different to the setting of the meeting the previous night (except for a rather noticeable dent in the cashier counter where Rico bought the rubber mallet down.). That was until I noticed the new stock, Snow Globes.
"I wonder why Skipper thinks these are so threatening?" I whispered to myself, picking one up and shaking it. Each snow globe had a little scale model of New York City inside of it. I took the one that I picked up, carried it to the counter and paid for it. I always kept some money in my satchel. Afterwards I returned home, purchase in hand. Thankfully, nobody saw me use the secret tunnels that the penguins have all over the zoo. I was surprised to find my brothers waiting for my arrival.
"Well what did ya find?" Skipper interrogated. I pulled the snow globe from it`s bag.
"Newton`s Nickers!" Kowalski cried out in alarm. The other three just gasped.
"What?" I asked, feeling somewhat naïve.
"This snow globe looks almost exactly like the one…" Kowalski trailed off, taking the trinket in his flippers.
"Fresh Fish! How many of these snow globes were there exactly?" Skipper enquired.
"I don't know, hundreds, maybe thousands," I estimated.
"Chimy changa!" Skipper exclaimed, "we gotta search those snow globes men!" he declared.
"Yes Sir Skipper!" Private saluted.
"Sorry Private you have to stay here, I can`t risk losing you again, I don't think my heart could take it," Skipper looked like he was about to cry.
"But Skipper I don't understand. Why can`t Private come?" I asked, completely fed up with not being able to know about past adventures.
Skipper sighed, "Did I ever tell you how we met your Uncle Classified?" he asked.
"Nope, all I know is that you two didn't exactly get along when you first met," I replied.
"That`s most likely the understatement of the millennium" Kowalski smirked. Skipper shot him a glare.
"Well are you going to tell me or not?" I pestered.
" Maybe later," Skipper replied "first, lets go investigate those snow globes!" he announced.
After checking every flipping box of snow globes in the zoovenior shop storeroom. We returned to the base. Despite my insistence, Private stayed behind and was quietly drawing a Luna corn when we arrived.
"Now are you going to tell me why Private couldn't come on that mission or not?" I glared at my brothers.
Skipper took a deep breath, before explaining to me what started out as a routine mission for Private`s 10th birthday. That`s if one could call blasting out of a circus cannon (that was packed to the gunnels with TNT mind you) and breaking into Fort Knox via hang glider "routine" yet my brothers didn't break in for the gold. Oh no, all they wanted was the vending machine full of cheesy dibbles in the canteen out the back. It just so happened that the vending machine had an octopus living in it. One by one the penguins were pulled into the machine. Then they were taken to Venice, Italy. Where they met Dave, a purple octopus that used to live in the central park zoo before my brothers replaced him. (At that time Private was only a grey fuzzy chick) Dave went from zoo to zoo but penguin exhibits replaced him each time. Leaving him with a snow globe for each place. Anyway, it`s an extremely long story so I'll cut it down a bit. Basically, after Rico swallowed the snow globe collection, (I know, he`s incredible, but extremely disgusting and gross) a canal chase, and a highly unnecessary rescue by my Uncle Classified(at least that's what Skipper says although I think Uncle Classified and Aunt Eva would beg to differ) a bit of river dancing, some lederhosen and the aforementioned mermaid outfit. Dave was shrunk by his own invention and locked into a New York City snow globe.
At the end of the tale, (which were accompanied by Private`s drawings on Kowalski`s slide projector) I was in totally renewed awe of my brothers. (Plus I had some new material for teasing Uncle Classified, but I`ll get to that later on)
"And why exactly were you worried about those snow globes?" I asked, still not quite understanding what my Uncle Classified and a somewhat psychopathic octopus had to do with harmless snow globes of New York City.
Skipper looked at me, "because those snow globes look identical to the one Private locked Derek…"
"Dave," Kowalski corrected.
"Dave, inside of" Skipper finished.
"That part is accurate," Kowalski confirmed.
"Yup!" Rico agreed.
AN: well chapter two is done, chapter three should be done soon.
here`s my reasoning behind "uncle Classified":
if skipper being the eldest is like fresh fish`s dad figure, then classified, being skipper`s good friend, would be like fresh fish`s godfather. got it?
please tell me if any characters are too OOC