Disclaimer: I do not own The Penguins of Madagascar or any of the characters appearing in The Penguins of Madagascar.
Hello everyone. I am back form an extended hiatus and I know where this story is going now. I am going to have a definite end to this story and I am going to have it by the end of this year. I am also working on new projects so look out for those. So without further ado here is Roger's Last Hurrah Chapter 4!
I turned over on the hard ground of the penguin's lair to somehow get more comfortable. I was now on my back and the pain was much worse. A gray ceiling greeted me as my face started to tingle for the umpteenth time. I reached up to touch my face as I heard one of my comrades move in his sleep. I barely heard him as I felt my hand on my face. It was cold, yet the feel did not irritate me. I had enough to worry about with most of the rest of my body aching. Again I rolled over to get comfortable, and surprisingly the pain in my back subsided. I knew it would return, yet I was glad for this temporary leave. As I slowly drifted into sleep I contemplated about Madagascar, seeing as how my comrades hadn't told me much about it. I wondered if it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I kept repeating Madagascar as I drifted into sleep.
After several hours of preparation the penguins were ready for their operation. It was shortly after noon and the mid summer heat made the lair hotter than usual. The lair remained quiet as the only sounds emanating in the HQ were the clanging of metal on metal and the mutterings of the penguins themselves. Roger sat in a corner and watched the penguins waddling around. Their miniscule size made them look like ants to roger as he started to gain a smile. These would be the memories he always remembered. Rico was going over his inventory trunk, which for some reason had b lank matter space, as he ingested anything he deemed helpful. Seeing this as a stranger anyone would have probably been disgusted, yet to anyone else in the room it was commonplace. The littlest one, Private, was silently eating food at the moment. He seemed preoccupies, but he made no attempt to show his feelings. Skipper, the leader of the penguins was going over the map with Kowalski. These two were arguing over what to do once they got to Madagascar. "Skipper once we get to Madagascar we need to make contact with the lemur population, and then we can go for the Galbalufix." Kowalski had most of his plan mapped out, yet Skipper was being like a large boulder. He was unmoving to anyone else's plan other than his own.
"C'mon Kowalski the lemurs won't help." Skipper was remembering the last time he and the rest of the penguins had gone to Madagascar. He still got chills in the night after the lemurs 'helped them'. "We need to cut the crap and just go to get the flower!" Kowalski frowned. "But Skipper the lemurs wi-"Skipper stood up. "We are going straight for that flower and that is final!" Skipper stomped away mumbling something to himself. Kowalski sat in his chair with a defeated look on his face as Roger stared at hm. The look in the Alligator's eyes was one of sadness and pity. He knew how Kowalski felt, but made no attempt to console him, fearing Skipper's wrath.