A/N: Takes place during the episode King Julien for a Day. Enjoy.


Operation: Booty Mission

"That was a close one." Kowalski sighed, picking up the last pieces of the velocitizer. If the laser hadn't worked, they wouldn't have been able to eat the cotton candy so carefree. The scientist felt that it was mostly his fault because of giving Julien the pogo sticks option. And they still had the whole evening ahead of them before the trading places motion would lapse. The penguin could sum it up in one word: "A debacle."
"Whose debate?" The King asked, stuffing himself with the sweet treat. For him it was all fun and he didn't understand the worried look on Kowalski's face. Audibly swallowing the pink cotton candy down his throat, the lemur stood up and turned to his, temporary at least, soldiers: "I'm bored. What can I do now as a skippy King? Options."
"In the evening we play cards most of the time." Kowalski tried to suggest something which wouldn't cause them more trouble. "Or we just have free time and do different things. Skipper looks through our files or..." He wanted to add that the leader liked to have some mirror time, admiring his manliness but somehow the second-in-command thought it would sound plain wrong, so he didn't finish that sentence.

"And ya call yerself da option guy? Mort has betta options than ya." Julien paced around the three penguins, not happy with the suggestions. He finally pointed at Private: "Ya, cute-silly bird. Give me somethin'."
Kowalski of course felt offended but also relieved that the lemur asked Private. The Brit's suggestion would be obviously to watch Lunacorns. Julien liked them and it was quite safe (physically at least because the brain would suffer but extreme situations required extreme sacrifices). However, before Private could swallow the candy and answer, Rico jumped up and yelled "KABOOM!", choking up a stick of dynamite covered in sticky pink sugar.
"And dat's da rite option." Julien nodded, silencing Kowalski's objection with the paw of silence. "I kno! We'll burst into da lemur habitat and interrupt whateva dey're doin'! It's wat da bossy penguin does, so I'll do dat too!" The mammal jumped on the dividing wall and headed towards the soon-to-be-again-his kingdom. "Operation..." He stopped, thinking about the name of the operation. Finally, having an idea, he giggled. "...Booty Mission is a go. I always wanted ta say dat. And now, do chaos."

Kowalski rolled his eyes at that, the name didn't make sense, so it actually matched the ridiculous mission. Jumping into the habitat the scientist quickly spotted Skipper standing by the boombox, zapping through the radio stations as it seemed difficult for him to pick one which would satisfy him. He was never a radio enthusiast and the thought that he would have to dance the whole evening made him angry inside. The worst part was that he couldn't even 'blow off steam' like he always did because his rage didn't resemble Ringtail's. Turning, he saw the penguins and Julien, the latter smiled brightly and this very grin told Skipper that the team was up to something stupid again. "Oh, what now? I'm trying to have a dance evening over here."
"No shakin' da booty. I won't let ya dance and have fun. Soldiers!" Rico gave a war cry and started a general and random destruction process. Kowalski didn't feel like doing anything because of Maurice, knowing very well that the aye-aye lemur would have to clean the mess afterwards but being hit with a mango the analyst changed his mind and joined Private in the fruit fight.

"Looks like Ringtail shoot himself in the foot." Skipper only smirked, watching the scene. In few hours they would switch back and Julien would become the king of a fallen kingdom, kingdom that he ruined with his own order. If that wasn't hilarious, Skipper didn't know what was. "Hey, Maurice! If I were you, I would start looking for someone to switch places with if you don't want to clean up the whole night, hah." Maurice answered only with a grumble, patting Mort on the head to comfort him since the little lemur started crying over Julien's injured food, not understanding the idiom Skipper had used.