Author's Note: Horribly short and a humorous filler but I'll allow you to be the judge of that.
~Natty.
A Real Spy Guy.
~PoM~
"Ring-tail needs to lay off the pounds huh?" The leader sighed as they finally made it into the HQ where he promptly dropped the unconscious lemur on its face.
Kowalski dropped the king's lower half as well, less fazed by the weight than his commander. Although a little tired he was right as rain so he stayed standing while Skipper sat abruptly on a nearby chair. "While I do agree that had his weight have been less than what it was it would have helped in aiding our quick concealment of his body, I must disagree based on the sole and obvious fact that all mammals are heavy in their weight. Examples being the humans, Dr. Blowhole, Maurice, Burt, Bada and Bing, Roy, Julien here-" the analyst pointed to the planking lemur on the concrete ground. "…and-"
"And Marlene right?" Skipper finished with a blinking smile, oblivious.
While his eyes widened slightly and he frowned, Kowalski decided it was best to stay out of that opinion. "Geaaah…please don't tell her that."
The leader shrugged. "Well she probably knows right? I mean she is a mammal. They don't know much but they know some things, right?"
The analyst stared. "…Right. And since she already probably most likely -not really- knows, you shouldn't remind her of it ever. Would that be clear to you, Skipper?"
Skipper looked up for a second from the paddle ball he'd found distractedly, using it. "Huh? Oh yeah, totally…" He bounced the ball upwards with the paddle repeatedly, trying to keep it going. Finally it bounced the wrong way and hit him in the face. He groaned, putting it down and rubbing his cheek. "Huh this makes a good thing that hurts when you use it a certain way. Add that to the pile."
Casually he threw it into the pile of random innocent objects that apparently can hurt when used in a certain way. Among these objects were a banjo, a disco ball, a plastic spoon, and a rubber duck just to name a few.
"Now, how do you suppose we start this thing?" Skipper dusted off his flippers, ready to fully begin on the unconscious lemur king's torment.
"I…wouldn't know." Kowalski said honestly. "I've never purposely inflicted agony on another living being…purposely speaking of course."
"Oh we're not gonna hurt him!" Skipper waved a ridiculous dismissive flipper. "If we even do end up having to use brute force we'll just rough him up a little. Just a little. Nothing wrong with a little pain in persuasion. Especially if it's for an important cause like oh say the possible fate of the world and New York. "
"Skipper, New York is a part of the world." Kowalski pointed out.
"Even worse!" Skipper exclaimed, grabbing the analyst's shoulders. "Do you want Blowhole to destroy the world, soldier? DO YOU?" He shook the lieutenant.
"Of course not!" Kowalski scoffed.
The leader released him. "Then we're doing the right thing here and let it be known that we in this unit ALWAYS no matter what, do the right thing!"
With narrowed eyes, the analyst recalled some events in monotone. "Was it the right thing when we destroyed Julien's siamese robot?"
"Alright so this unit MOST of the time does the right thing." Skipper said.
"Or how about when we inadvertently helped Burt get his non-forgotten revenge." Kowalski's expression remained unimpressed.
"That was an accident!"
The scientist crossed his flippers. "Or when YOU got Julien's crown commandeered by the Rat King and the sewer rats."
"An ACCIDENT!"
"The whole Shakespeare incident."
"I don't remember that one," Skipper pointed out calmly and crossed his flippers. "But I'm sure that too, like all the OTHER accidents, was an accident!"
Kowalski rolled his eyes with a tsk.
"And so was that." The leader said. "Somehow."