A/N: Happy New Year! I've decided I must live under a rock, because I didn't know until 11 pm last night that it was New Years Eve. Also, I realized while I was writing 'It's a Heck of a Town' that I have been neglecting Mary as an Oc, so this entire chapter is going to be in her Pov. From this point on the story's going to switch between what's going on at the zoo and what's going on at Blowhole's lair. Thanks to the ONE review I got, from hipturtle15. Here's a whole mountain of Penguins of Madagascar candy canes for you!
Disclaimer- I don't own anything that did not come to life and crawl away from the depths of my imagination.
Chapter 4: Secret Agent Gal (Mary's Pov)
"Alright Blondie, what's your status report? Over." Buzzed Skipper's voice through the radio clutched in my flipper.
"Blondie? What kind of a codename is that? Over." I replied.
"Just tell us your status!" Skipper said exasperated.
"You didn't say over." I mocked "And I see a bunch of delicious with a side of butter. Over."
"What! Just give me the real report. Over." Skipper said frustrated.
I laughed at his frustration. It was way too easy to give Skipper crap.
"You're no fun." I told him "I'm right above a lab guarded by ten lobsters. I think the antidote's in here. Over."
"Turn the tracker on your walkie talkie on, and we'll meet you over there. Over." Skipper instructed.
"Copy that. Over and out." I replied.
I presses a button on the side of my walkie talkie. The faintest beeping noise could be heard. I held my breath, hoping that it wouldn't be heard by anyone else.
"Hey, what's that noise?" One of the lobsters asked in a gruff voice.
"I think it's coming from up there!" Said another, pointing right up to the vent where I was hiding.
Crap. "Skipper, I'm going to need you guys over here a lot faster than expected." I whispered urgently into the radio.
"You heard the gal! Get your tail feathers to Blondie's location pronto!" Skipper ordered.
I glanced back at the lobsters. They had formed a ladder by standing on top of one another's shoulders, the last lobster reaching up to pull the vent off.
I decided to surprise them. Just as the lobster's claw touched the grille, I jumped on top of it. That caused it to fall through, and the ten lobsters ended up getting crushed under me and it.
I climbed out from on top of the newly made lobster dog pile to discover that the fall had knocked them all out.
"Wicked." I said.
It seems that whenever I'm not around Aly, I become blessed with good luck. Which just proves my theory that she is a bad luck magnet.
Now I just have to wait here until the rest of my slow poke team catches up. I could call and let them know that I'm okay, but I kind of left my walkie talkie up in the vent.
I guess that while I'm waiting, I should probably look around. I don't have a clue what the antidote looked like, but from what I could gather from Kowalski's techno talk, it was in the form of an injection. So I just had to look around for any needles full of liquid.
I fell like a spy. Or better yet, a secret agent! Ominously, I began to hum the theme song to 'Secret Agent Man'.
More like secret agent gal, I thought. I am such a dork.
I heard a noise above me, and suddenly Skipper, Kowalski, and Rico flipped out of the vent and into defensive poses. But as soon as they saw me standing in front of a pile of unconscious lobsters with my flippers on my hips, they loosened up.
Kowalski was the first to confront me "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Do I look okay?" I retorted.
"When all we found was your abandoned radio, we assumed the worst." Kowalski informed me.
"Nah, I'm fine. I just kicked some serious lobster behind." I boasted.
"Nice work here, Blondie." Skipper praised.
"Thanks. Though I owe some of the effort to gravity."
"Huh?" Questioned Rico.
"Don't ask. Just, don't ask." I said.
"Right. Well, on a much lighter note, have you found the antidote yet?" Kowalski asked.
"Nope, considering that I have no clue what it looks like. But I'm pretty sure it's in here." I said.
"There's a ninety-two point seven percent that it's in here. And it should be a syringe filled with a black substance." Informed Kowalski smartly.
I really like it when he acts like a nerd.
"Team, disperse and look for that needle. I don't want any empty flippers." Skipper ordered.
"Yes sir!" I said with a mock salute.
Skipper just rolled his eyes.
We all split up and began searching the corners of the room. It was a really big room, so it was going to take a while.
While I was checking out my area, I fantasized the many ways I could get back at Blowhole for what he did to Private and my 'cuz. See, I knew Aly had feelings for Private the same way he had feelings for her, she just didn't know it yet. And one thing I know, I haven't seen Aly so crushed since we were in fourth grade and-
"Uh uh!" Interrupted Rico urgently.
I quickly belly-slid over to him, where I met Skipper and Kowalski.
"What is it Rico? Did you find it?" Skipper asked.
"Uh huh!" He said as he held up a black filled needle.
Kowalski snatched it out of Rico's flippers and began examining it. He looked at it closely, tapped the glass, shook it, and even went as far as to put a little drop on his flipper and tasted it. Which I thought was pretty strange in upon itself.
"Well?" I prodded.
Kowalski had a thoughtful look on his face "This is the antidote." He confirmed.
"Awesome." I said.
"Now we need to get it back to HQ before Private's time is up." Skipper said.
"How much time do we have left?" I asked.
Kowalski pulled out an abacus "Approximately one hour and fifteen minutes."
I sighed anxiously. Suddenly I heard the quiet whine of a machine and several pairs of lobster feet clanking across the floor of the hallway.
"Someone's coming!" I exclaimed in a hushed whisper.
"Kowalski, options!" Skipper demanded.
"I suggest we hide." Kowalski said.
"Men, disperse and hide!" Skipper ordered quietly.
I turned around and tobogganed over to a table in the corner. I quickly pulled myself under and pressed my self against the darkest corner. I didn't know where the others hid. I hope they picked good hiding spots.
The door to the lab creaked open. I saw four pairs of lobster feet and the bottom portion of Blowhole's moped. I held my breath.
"What the heck happened in here!" Blowhole exclaimed.
Only too late did I realize that we had forgotten about the pile of unconscious lobsters. We were sure to be caught now.
A/N: Well there's another chapter for ya. I'm going to go work on the Penguins of Madagascar puzzle my Mom got me for Christmas now. Please let me know in a review whether or not you liked Mary's chapter, 'cause there's more of her to come. And please, please, please, please, with a cherry on top, review!