Out of the wild

Chapter 11!

Disclaimer: Hey, look! Is it a plane, is it a bird? No! It is… a disclaimer! I don't own the Penguins of Madagascar.

Chapter 11: Meanwhile, at the meeting

Trick was pacing up and down while Terror sat in the shadow of a large tree. Several members of their clan surrounded them.

Trick sighed, kept pacing up and down – and had to step over several younglings – then turned, marched her way over to her twin brother and kicked him.

"Get up, you lazy fur ball!" she snarled. Terror looked up in confusion, but clambered to his feet anyway.

"What is it, sis?" he asked in his masculine voice. Trick could tell her brother was confused just by the way his voice sounded.

"You know perfectly well what it is, Terror," she told him impatiently.

"Eh, no. No I don't."

Trick bared her teeth – why did she have to have such a stupid brother? Fine, he was strong, but Trick had clearly gotten all brain cells of their gene pool.

Trick sighed and knew she had to repeat her entire plan again.

"Right," she began. "This opportunity is perfect, Terror. A little confusion, a little terror, a little fear… and Dash 'the fearful leader' ran for it." She checked to see if her brother was listening. Terror was glancing at her, yes, but… he was drooling. A clear hint that he wasn't understanding a thing she said. She rolled her eyes, poked her brother, who shook himself and listened. Trick repeated the last part and went on. "We have the numbers. The only thing we need now is… someone to sell it to other otters."

Her brother didn't say anything and just stared at Trick. Trick poked him again.

"Huh? Oh!" Terror came back to life. Figuratively. "Eh… and… who is this seller?"

"Wrinkles of course!" Trick said simply.

"Ah! Good plan, I like this plan! " Terror smiled. "Even though I don't understand it, I still like it!"

"Yeah. That's why I am the one making the plans."

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Trick and Terror stood in front of a cave.

"So, let's go through this again," Trick said, trying to be patient with her brother. "What is our plan?"

"Eh, we go into Wrinkles' cave, kick him out and ask him nicely if he wants to join us!" said Terror happily. Thinking he remembered it right this time, he grinned down at his sister.

It was the fifth time they went over the plan, and Terror still didn't get it right.

Trick sighed and wanted to slam her head into a tree. She didn't and told the plan again.

"No, Terror! We go into his cave, wake him up nicely and THEN con him into thinking he wants to help us! Get it?"

Terror's grin disappeared and he nodded.

"Good," Trick said, also nodding. "Follow me." And she walked into the cave, closely followed by Terror.

They stopped and had to let their eyes get used to the darkness in the cave. Then, they continued. Trick managed to find Wrinkles after a little searching and walked up to him. Terror followed her.

Trick leaned over the old Wrinkles, who was fast asleep – in the middle of the day – and gently poked him.

"Wrinkles? Wakey-wakey," she told him gently. Wrinkles groaned and turned to his other side, completely not wakey-wakey-ing. Trick tried again, but received the same treatment.

She was about to try again, when Terror had enough, walked up to his sister and the old Wrinkles, and promptly snatched poor old Wrinkles up by the scruff. That did wake him up.

"What the -" Wrinkles mumbled, discovering he had been woken up rather harshly and was currently held about an inch off the floor by his scruff. "Is it morning already?"

Trick could only stare. Then, she dashed forward and made Terror put the old otter down. Then she patted Wrinkles' fur back into place, "I'm so sorry, he didn't mean that – YOU DIDN'T, RIGHT?" she snarled towards her brother.

"Eh?"

"He didn't," she said, turning back to Wrinkles. "And it's been morning already, it's still the same day."

"Really?" asked Wrinkles. "What is it with those days these days…"

Trick shrugged her slight confusion over this off her and continued, "Eh, yes. Now, I wanted to talk to you about something… Is that alright?"

"You just woke me up, I don't think I have a choice," Wrinkles drawled.

'Nope, you don't,' was a little tactless, Trick decided, so she just continued talking, explaining she wanted him to be their leader – or conning him into thinking he wanted to be an alpha male. She went on and on, and concluded with, "So, we need an experienced otter to lead us to a new home and get rid of the old alpha male." She glanced at Wrinkles. "Get what I mean?"

The old Wrinkles just blinked and put up his paw like he was in class. Confused, Trick nodded at him to speak.

Wrinkles put down his paw.

"But I didn't get the chance to study!" he started to protest, looking like a student who just received a C minus on his last test when he wanted an A plus. "How am I supposed to know this?"

Needless to say, Trick wished she had slammed her head into a tree by the time she and Terror got out of the cave and went back to their clan.

Having arrived, Trick leaned against a tree and let herself slide down. She groaned. Terror, now concerned, walked up to her and asked what was wrong.

Trick looked up.

"Wrinkles is stupid, easy to con, but unfortunately he's also stark raving mad," she complained.

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Now don't be angry at Trick and Terror for being evil! I'm sure they have a very good reason for this. And don't you just love that they're such complicated characters?
And Wrinkles! I love that old coot!
What do you think?