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Now Lillian understood why the penguins didn't like the lemurs.

As soon as they jumped into their habitat, things were...odd, to say the least.

Since they weren't noticed when they entered, due to extreme booty-shaking, the foursome watched the scene in front of them from behind the cover of the bouncyhouse. King Julien and his slightly brainwashed subjects were dancing 'till they dropped at the foot of the his giant throne. Their boombox was not far away, blaring their dance music at the highest possible volume.

"King Julien, we've been at this for seven hours already," wheezed an on-the-chubbier-side short grey aye-aye lemur. "Can't we take a break?"

"NO! Da Sky-Spirits will be most angry at us if we stop the funky beat now."

A tiny mouse lemur passed out onto the ground. "I hurt everywhere!" he squeaked out in a high-pitched voice.

"Fine, Mort. My royal feet and amazing booty could rest." Maurice sighed in relief as he dropped on top of a seat at the royal smoothie-bar.

Lillian's penguin-brow moved up at the scene. As if Private could read her mind (he could read the expression on her face, though), he answered in a a low voice, "This is normal."

Mort soon regained his seemingly endless energy, and just as quickly took advantage of it by clinging onto his highness' feet. It all went to waste, however, when Julien shouted, "NOT DA FEET!" and kicked him easily out of his kingdom.

The she-penguin's eyes widened as her beak slowly opened in surprise, desperatly trying to form words. Kowalski noticed. "This is also normal." He began leading the group out of the habitat while Lillian was still staring at the lemurs with her expression etched with disbelief at the previous sights. She still hadn't formed any words yet recognized by Webster's English Dictionary.

"That is only a preview of what the lemurs do," explained Kowalski, with Rico nodding his head vigorously in agreement. "Just wait, and you'll see what power they have of annoyance they truly have. Julien can drive Skipper pretty close to insane, and has nearly done it before."

"Many times, too," added Private.

"Er-um...s-so that happens alot? It's completely natural for one lemur kick another out of the ballpark?"

Rico spoke up. "Yep!"

"And what's more," the shortest contined, "is that Mort won't be harmed at all by the incident and still bows down to King Julien." They continued waddling on.

"But it doesn't make sense...how can Mort not be harmed in any way from all this? It's not-"

Suddenly, a furry missile came shooting out of the sky. It landed right in front of the quartet, with a little "oof!" and an "I like flying!". Guess who?

Mort jumped up with ease of...lots of...practice? Anywho, his already ginormous eyes were just made bigger when he saw Lillian. "KIIINNNGGG JUUULLLIIIEEN! Da penguins got a new birdie friend!"

"Not another fishy-fish-smelling penguin! I cannot have dem stinking up my kingly-dom!" The 'King' leaned over his habitat's wall to see what was going on. "Wait a min-u-te," he said, stretching out every syllable. "Nobody was a telling me that da new penguin was a lady penguin!"

Kowalski leaned towards the Rico and Private saying in a low voice, "...and humans said the only way to tell male and female birds of our species was though a DNA test- ha! If King Julien can tell the difference without that, then those humans aren't looking so bright, now are they?" Weapons expert and the private nodded in agreement.

Lillian narrowed her grey-blue eyes at the ring-tail lemur. She had an idea on where this was headed.

Julien hopped down from his spot on the ledge. He began to step around Lillian, examining her intensely. Lillian clearly wasn't enjoying her situation, and was trying to send the other penguins a pleading look to get her out of there. However, the boys just stood there watching, perhaps a little stunned at the situation.

"Heellloooo," Julien started. "I ams the King Julien. Note da 'Kingly' part. It is meaning that I am all important and stuff." He leaned in towards Lillian's face dramatically. "And who might you be being, pretty birdie?"

Lillian stepped back, her eyes still narrowed. "I am not interested in whatever game you're trying to play."

"Who says I am playing da game-y things?" He straightened back up.

"I am." She paused. "And it's pretty clear you're attempting to play that game that has to do with my heart. Listen buddy, it ain't happening. That little game you're playing, you're losing. Big time." She spoke very coldly. Julien crossed his arms at this.

"Sassy lady," he smiled slowly. "I likie."

Lillian's eyes shot wide open, her sputtering out any rebuke she could. "As I said before, I am not interested. You were never winning this 'game' and you never will. Got it?" The she-penguin turned her back on him, fuming.

King Julien hopped back into his 'Kingdom' saying only a few words while slowly tapping his fingers together like a villain might do. But do they? No. Only in the movies. And...television shows like this one. "This game-ity game is not over. You will be mine, whatever-your-namey-thing-is."

Lillian stomped past her guides in frustration. Guys just...don't do that around her.

The boys were still standing there, gawking while processing what just happened. Shaking their heads to try and clear things up, they slid after Lillian. Her penguin-eyebrow-thingy was furrowed deeply.

"Lillian, are you alright?" Private piped up.

Snapping out of her daze, Lillian responded, "Yeah. I'm fine."

Kowalski threw an obvious statement out there. "You didn't look 'fine' a second ago."

She turned her head to him. "No, really, I'm okay. Nothing's the matter."

The boys cast a disbelieving glance at her, but didn't question her any further. "Where next?"

Rico shrugged, muttering something along the lines of "I don't know."

Private replied with a more definite answer. "We've gotten just about everyone...oh, we haven't shown you Marlene's place yet."

Lillian smiled, and the foursome was off sliding through to zoo to the otter habitat.

Marlene was standing inside her 'room' at the moment, pacing back and forth. Skipper had really annoyed her earlier, but she had calmed down, quickly after stomping off. His annoyingness didn't quite have the same effect as it used to.

But that wasn't what was troubling her. Lillian was. She was back, that was a good thing, right? Somehow, it didn't seem right. Lillian was definitely going to bring some commotion to the zoo now that she was here. Quite suddenly, a rookery of four familiar penguins popped in though her entrance. "GAH! Don't you guys ever knock? You startled me!"

"Sorry Marlene, but as we've said before, such pleasantries would only slow us down." Kolwaski said blandly, as if he'd already gone over this quite a few times with her. Which he had.

Lillian had yet another confused look upon her penguin-y face. "Wha...? What would you even be in a hurry for?"

Her question was ignored, however, as Private jumped for the opportunity to explain the situation to Marlene. "We dropped by to show Lillian where you live."

"Oh. Alright."

Lillian had a smirk on as she joked to her otter friend. "I know where you live," she said in a creepy voice.

"Lillian, you're just plain odd sometimes."

"Yep. It's all an amazing comedy act played by me. You cannot help but to laugh. Now laugh."

The two started talking rapidly, excluding the other birds in the room. The others turned to leave when they realized they had become invisible to the close friends...Lillian would be able to find her way back to their habitat, right?

Marlene and Lillian spent the next few hours chatting and laughing their heads off about days long past, but no matter how much Marlene enjoyed having Lillian back around, that same thought kept lurking in her head.

They said their good-byes and ta-tas and see-you-laters and whatever you like to call it when they were awakened to how late it had become and such forth. As Lillian turned to leave, Marlene's otter-mind was still retracing that one thought. Lillian was going to stir something up, even if it wasn't intentional, it was just her nature.

But what?

Skipper stood in the middle of his team's underground base, staring off into some unknown fixed point in the far distance, all while sipping his coffee with a fish placed inside it. Besides for occasional stirring, I have NO idea what the fish is for exactly. Unless he wants to flavor the coffee. All this means is that Skipper has a coffeemaker located somewhere inside the H.Q., and I still don't know where that would be. Trust me, I've been searching for the invisible said machine on the show. I'm going to take this as a mystery that needs more investigation or as a plot hole. Whatever suites your fancy, readers.

Anyway, Skipper was just standing there, off in La-la land. That Lillian was bothering him. But who doesn't? She had a slight bit of an attitude, and he didn't like it. He seriously was hoping that she was going to be shipped out of the zoo soon, just like all those guest stars we see. And if those humans weren't going to do it, he could easily get it done, precisely the way he and his men had taken care of some of their other short-term unwanted 'guests'.

No matter what the others said or argued, Skipper still went with his 'guilty until proven innocent' policy, especially with the transfers. You can never know when a spy may coming knocking on your door acting as a simple nancycat. Lillian would not be an exception to that rule.

Actually getting out of his trance that had gone on for who knows how long, Skipper turned to look at the clock. The boys should be getting back from the tour soon, so he began to climb up the ladder in case they arrived early with Lillian and she wondered where he had gone. But, because this fanfic has been written by me, nobody can go up a set of ladders safely. Just as Skipper was halfway up, three other penguins came flying down from the entrance causing a rather horrendous mess as they all came crashing onto the floor below.

After a few "ow"s were exchanged, and the leader pulled himself out of the pile. He looked at the remaining penguins and soon noticed that Lillian wasn't there.

"Where's Lillian?"

Second-in-command pulled himself out. "We stopped by Marlene's habitat," he stated painfully. "She's still there; the two of them couldn't stop talking."

Skipper nodded at Kowalski's answer, then went off to find his now spilled coffee among his comrades. "Private," he began, "you didn't give away any more of our secrets to the enemy, did you?"

A muffled reply came from somewhere under Rico. Kowalski and Skipper swapped a glance, then hefted the weapons expert off of the poor private. Gasping for air, the youngest was able to work out a quick "thanks," before answering his leader's question. "We just answered a few of her questions as we gave the tour, Skippah'. Kowalski didn't even give away where the coffeemaker is," Skipper nodded once again at this, when Private gained a confused expression on his face. "Where is the coffee machine?"

Skipper turned back to the private. "That's private, Private."

Our she-penguin friend we've been stalking was now making her way out of Marlene's habitat. The sun was sinking under the horizon, at least as far as she could tell. It's kind've hard to see though a jungle of a massive city to stare at a great flaming ball of fire and hydrogen and other gases that most of you readers don't care about. Anyway, point is, it was getting dark out. Lillian didn't quite fell like heading back to a giant slab of concrete that apparently had a coffeemaker somewhere. Waddling around the zoo, Lillian eventually found the main gate with that odd-looking belltower with monkeys sculpted on it. Climbing up, she sat down and leaned up against the bell. The scene in front of her seemed very calming, the fading dark orange light from the sunset bathing Central Park in the same golden light. Unfortunately for her, it was that time of the day for the bell to be used. The first bell shook her out of her daze, the second had her jump up from sitting there, and by the eighth, Lillian was glaring at it with wherever her ears were covered. A few seconds passed to make sure it was done and she sat down again.

The sun slid down out of view and the indigo sky soon hung overhead. The light specs of stars shone above. Lillian smiled; she liked this zoo. The folks seemed friendly, minus a few, and perhaps she would get along well here. Leaning against that strange bell, Lillian realized that maybe, just maybe, she would come to love this place.

Lillian let out a sigh.

And maybe this place would come to love her, too.

My attempt at making a nice, non-cliffhanger or goofy ending. As with any of my chapters so far, I urge you to comment! At this point in time, I only have reviews for my first chapter...which was added two months ago. So please, I'd really like to hear how I'm doing, find any rough spots, and hear some wonderful advice on how to go on with this seeing as it's my first story. Thanks!