A\N: I got that info bout the new episode from Fanpop\Penguins of Madagascar. It came from an image. ^^ BTW, XDRABBLES, I love your requests and also the pairing Blowski. I´ll never get bored by any requests! PS, HansxClemson is Clans, at least that´s what I call it, there´s no other name. Q=]
Hunger:
Dr. Blowhole sat in the outside food place, his face buried in the menu card. Hans sat across from him, grinning. He had just managed to hit the raw nerve of the doctor. Skipper. After some ´research´ (cough) the Dane identified the changes of mood by the doctor, his so called, sickness. Love. "So what are you going to take?" The waiter asked. Hans immediately shot out his answer. "And you sir?" "One kiss please." Hans mocked, getting a pretty nasty kick from under the table. Blowhole mumbled something and the waiter left. "O-ow!" The other gasped, clutching his injured leg. "The stop it." Blowhole growled. Suddenly Hans grinned like a maniac. He walked over to the other, yanked the scientist out of his seat and pushed him onto the sidewalk, where Skipper was just passing. The two crashed into each other. "Skipper!" Blowhole gasped, running a hand through his tousled hair frantically. "Blowhole!" The leader held his hands up as if blocking a hit. "What are you doing here?" The doctor swallowed hard. "I-uh, I wanted to talk to you." He grabbed Skipper´s arm and pulled him away, the lump so big that it hurt his throat.
Back:
She never told anyone, but she´d often wish she could go back to being Arelene…..
Never-again:
Just one week ago, Private had been sitting on the roof, staring out at the scenery where he and his lover had been spending their time till they broke up. At that time he had sworn never again will he fall in love with someone. But now, the butterflies had returned once again in his stomach.
Dance:
Julian put his hands on Skipper´s waist. "Ri-ringtail!" The leader gasped. Julian just gave him a small smile and began swaying, trying to get Skipper to copy his actions. Skipper didn´t seem to share the same idea and tired to pull away. "No, silly penguin." The king stopped and yanked him forward quickly, so they face-to-face. "Now we´re going to dance!" With that, Julian moving again, his face close to Skipper´s blushing one, their bodies pressed against each other. "Okay, Julian, maybe for a few minutes." Skipper said, rolling his eyes and trying to look annoyed, but looking at Julian´s knowing features, it was obviously not working.
Pool:
Private sat on the edge of the pool, swinging his legs into the cool pool water. He watched amused as Skipper managed to push his girlfriend in, then dove in after her. Kowalski was eyeing Doris on the other edge of the pool who noticed her watcher and strained hard to impress him, not failing. Only Private wasn´t having any fun here. He was afraid of swimming, since he couldn´t do it. Everyone told him to try and overcome his fear, but surprisingly, the obedient boy never went anywhere near the ladder. "Hey." Rico sat down next him. "Hi, Rico. What are you doing here?" "Cheking yu." "I´m fine, thanks." His friend suddenly stood up and offered his hand. Private looked up at him and realized what he wanting to say. The "no-thanks" was all of the sudden caught in his throat at the calm look of his fellow-teammate. Private hesitated, before accepting Rico´s hand. In his arctic-blue eyes was trust.
Wait:
Hans felt some cold hands snake from behind him and fumbled impatiently with his pants. "Come on, Hans." Clemson whined as the Dane shoved him away. Hans crossed his arms and turned. "No. I told you, only when I say so." Clemson glared at his boyfriend. "Who says you get to decide?" He growled. "Well, it takes two in bed, right?" Hans smirked. Clemson rolled his eyes annoyed, and began to walk out, when he suddenly whipped back around. "Hans!" "No."
Spy:
Savio and Clemson ran into Hans, who was just standing at a corner. "Hey Ha-" The Dane instantly slapped a hand over his red-haired buddy. "Shhh!" He nodded his head toward the corner. The three peeked over the rim. Blowhole was there, hovering over the hostage. Skipper was tied up tightly in the chair, with no hope of escape. "Well, looks like you´re at my entire mercy." Blowhole smirked. Hans frowned. The other two didn´t get it. "What´s wrong with that?" Hans turned. "He meant it an entire other way." "How?" Savio asked, confusion dusting his face too. Hans pushed them back to the corner. Skipper was, surprisingly, smiling back. "I wouldn´t have it any other way." He responded. "What?" Clemson and Savio asked. Hans shushed them again. "Look, they´re doing it again!" The Dane pointed to the two. Blowhole had knelt down in front of Skipper, his hand under the other´s chin. He leaned in closer and their lips touched. "!" Once again, Hans almost slapped the two of being too loud. Blowhole then pulled away suddenly, earning a complaining moan from his lover. "Sorry, Cupcake, but you know for what you´re here for." "Yes, torture." Skipper responded, trying to drag Blowhole over to him by hooking his feet around one of the legs of the genius. He laughed and un-tangled their feet before walking away. The three spies just stared in horror at the scene that had unfolded before their very undoubting eyes.
Newling2:
Skipper´s eyes swept over the seats, till he saw the newling sitting by himself. He grabbed his tray and made his way over to the black-haired soldier. "Kowalski!" The other looked up. "Hey Steven." "Uh, Skipper." "Right, right, Skipper." Kowalski smiled at him then went back to the sheet of paper laid out in front of him. "Whatcha working on?" "Oh, some work." Skipper leaned over him, only to have a shock. "What in the-?" Kowalski looked up from his sheet. He also gazed back down at his paper of complicated equations, scribbles and numbers. "You see, I´m this…" "You´re one of these rare geniuses, right?" Kowalski blushed a bit as he began playing with his pencil. "I´m not really a genius." He finally said, self-doubt reflecting in his voice. "Nonsense!" Skipper replied firmly, getting a smile from the other. Then the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. "Let´s go!" Skipper grabbed Kowalski´s arm and pulled him out of his seat. Just before they were about to separate, Kowalski stopped Skipper. "Thanks." He said shyly. Skipper grinned back. "You´re welcome, soldier."
Lesson1:
"Grossartig!" Hans groaned. Clemson looked at his new Danish friend. They had met in Denmark and after getting kicked out, Hans wouldn´t say why but it had something to do with his enemy, and now he was trying to start a new life in New Jersey. The thing is, he knew limited English. Very limited English. "Don´t worry, we´ll make it." Clemson grinned, then seeing the blank stare of Hans, he translated it into Danish. "Danke!" Hans beamed as he thanked the other. Clemson chuckled and took his arm. "First, we´ll see about dressing, talking\learning the language and some handy tips a guy should know."
Trance:
"She´s a mammal, Private." Skipper said, wrapping an arm around Marlene´s waist. They smiled at each other and Skipper suddenly felt his chest tighten when Marlene laid her hand on his chest. In his trance, his brain shut down and he said something, he couldn´t remember. The next thing he knew was Marlene glaring at him while Private struggled to keep them apart.
Lesson2:
"That was fun." Clemson sighed as the two guys came home from a busy day at the mall. "Yeah." Hans said, obviously still trying to out the word. Clemson laughed. "Well, we better get dressed for bed, right?" "Yeah." The other laughed again and then they went over to the bed-room. Hans was the first one to undress himself. He turned to get his night clothes, but stopped when he saw Clemson´s bare back. He let the red and white shirt drop and walked quietly over to where his friend was standing. Clemson didn´t seem to notice, but after sliding down his jeans, he did. Hans wrapped his arms around the body of the other, feeling him get warm underneath. "H-Hans!" The red-haired villain squeaked, face burning. Hans grinned. It was time for his lesson. He purred something into Clemson´s ear, feeling the American relax slowly.
Cookies:
"What are you going to do with the cookies?" Hans asked, looking up when Blowhole passed him. "Never mind." The villain answered. He locked the door to his bed room. Skipper who was sitting shirtless on his bed, looked up. "Food? Really? You´re still hungry?" Skipper grinned. Blowhole shrugged and kissed him gently. He took a cookie between his teeth and leaned in closer again. Skipper raised an eye-brow, but complied with Blowhole. The scientist shoved the cake suddenly far into the leader´s mouth, almost choking on his laughter at his fellow boyfriend´s face. Skipper was also laughing, choking at the same time. He at last managed to swallow without death paying him a visit and took a second one in his mouth. ´Let´s see if you still think it´s funny if the same thing happen to you!´ To his surprise, Blowhole had it down in a second, kissing the other fiercely. "You taste like cookies." Skipper sated without knowing why. "Well, DUH!" Blowhole laughed, taking another cookies in his mouth. This game continued till one of the cookies had had enough and broke into two pieces.
There:
She couldn´t believe she hadn´t seen it earlier! He had always been there for her. The time when the police suspected her, Skipper drove over to them and spent the whole night at the department, returning the next to tell her she wasn´t one of their suspects anymore. Or when she was sick, even when it was just a flu, Skipper had made sure she was totally comfortable, he even made an operation out of it (then again, when does he not). When her dad died, he practically moved in, comforting her till she was alright. Now Skipper sat there, in the garden. He seemed fine, just a little lonely. Marlene swallowed hard, feeling this sudden nervousness. ´It´s just Skipper.´ She thought as she pushed the rusty, but oiled door open. "Skipper?" He looked up and smiled. "Marlene. Hey." She sat down next to him. "Can I keep you company?" She grinned. "I´d…love that." He responded.
Document1:
"Who did this?" Skipper came in, holding up a document that was all wet and dirty. Kowalski, Private and Rico looked up. "This is a very important document! I want to know who dirtied it." The leader continued calmly, but his gaze was almost crushing. The scientist noticed Rico lowering his eyes. He then remembered seeing him accidently dirty something. "I did, Skipper. I´m sorry." Kowalski said. Skipper looked at him and it was obvious he was doubting his words. "You did?" He looked back at Rico and Private. "Yes, uh, I was experimenting a bit at the table." Skipper sighed as he turned his back. "Next time, go to your lab, kay?" He sounded tired. Then the leader walked away. Rico went over to Kowalski. "Thanks!" He whispered into the scientist´s ear. Kowalski smiled, but couldn´t understand the shiver that ran down his spine as Rico´s hot breath rested on his neck.
Ball:
Kowalski fidgeted nervously with his tie as he waited for Doris to show up. He had managed to gather up the nerves to ask her to the ball. Private was already talking with Cupid, both delighted to see each other again. Skipper had asked Marlene for a dance not too long ago and Maurice was also dancing with a girl. Julian didn´t want to be at a party where you can´t be loud or ´shake your booty´ or get drunk, so he declined their offer. Rico was probably trying out all the different wine flavors. Suddenly his phone buzzed. Kowalski put it to his ear. "Hello?" "Kowalski?" Doris laughed from the other end. "Are you really at that lame ball?" "Uh, yes. Aren´t you coming?" "No! I´d rather freak out here then twirl in a pretty dress." Kowalski realized that she had to shout from the loud music thumping in the background. And that his girl was drunk. Which means she wasn´t alone at the party. The beeping from the phone signaled she had hung up on him. Not the first time. Kowalski dazedly made his way over to a chair and just sat there.
He had been played with. Again. Skipper and Marlene passed him. The genius watched his leader. Never had he seen him so happy and relaxed. Also he was dancing. It´s great they had a good time. Maybe he´ll just go and scold Rico. But Kowalski didn´t move. His feet didn´t comply with his brain. He felt a lump slowly growing in his throat, but pushed it down. No, he can´t cry now. Someone walked to him, then stopped right in front. Kowalski looked up. It was Rico. The maniac had cocked his head to the side. "Wher´z Doriz?" "She can´t come." Kowalski answered. Looking at his teammate´s depressed face, Rico knew what happened. It made him furious. "She does´t dese´v yu." Rico said, offering his hand. At first Kowalski just looked at him. Then he slowly took the hand and got pulled out of his chair. Rico slid an arm around his waist and pulled him into the middle. Some started to stare at them, and Kowalski picked up the word ´gay´ in some whispers. He looked at Rico, he didn´t seem to mind.
"Rico, I don´t know how to dance." Kowalski responded when Rico got them into the right position. "I do." Then the weapon expert began moving to the music. Kowalski suddenly panicked, tripping over his own feet. It took a little encouragement from his partner and then the genius managed to copy steps and soon they were dancing. Kowalski didn´t even noticed when the music stopped. He was lost in their world. And Rico´s passionate green-blue eyes. Rico bent over and crashed Kowalski´s thoughts. Their lips met and then Rico was pulled in a lip-lock, complying with everything. The air supply ran from their lungs and they pulled away. "You taste like wine." Kowalski commented. Rico laughed and winked. "The green bottle is the best."
Sundae:
It was another one of these days when some weirdo wanted to predict the future, play match-maker or something. It was one of these fancy, but casual restaurants where Skipper and his team were eating\planning. Not too far from them, Blowhole sat, his back turned away from the team. He was with Red One and Red Five(don´t know if he exists or not^^) also scheming. A man with purple and green dreadlocks stepped up to a microphone, shouting, "Hey!" to get everyone´s attention. Skipper suddenly straightened. "Is something wrong, Skippah?" "I want to slap him." The leader said simply. "Wanna know your perfect match?" The hippie grinned, then frowned as everyone but a few turned back to their food. He cleared his throat, then went on babbling about Cassiopeia deciding to pair up some normal people or something. "Cassiopeia is a star constellation." Kowalski told the others. "You´re listening?" "It´s hard not to." The man cleared his throat. "She had told me, Jupiter, that the two who´ll find gold coins in their sundae are meant to be together!" No everyone lost their interest. Jupiter frowned, then walked back to his table. He had asked a kitchen staff member to put two coins in two sundaes. He just hoped that it won´t hit two girls or guys. "He´s even crazier than Rico!" Skipper hissed. Rico frowned, kinda hurt. "No, Rico´s crazier." Kowalski said, taking the other´s hand. "I guess so." Skipper took a sip from his sundae. He always lets a bit melt a little. "Hippie freak." Blowhole muttered. He twirled his spoon around in his dessert. Red One shrugged. "Ow!" Everyone looked up, eager to see the first person. Skipper was holding a gold coin and his tooth. Blowhole frowned as he spotted his rivals. Private gave his leader some napkins to stop the bleeding. But the other wasn´t interested in his wound, but who was his partner. He thought about leaving right on the spot there. Blowhole turned and lost in thought how he could might use Skipper´s mate for his advantage. He took a spoonful of his sundae, then bit on something hard. And cold. And gold. His eyes widened. "Hey doc. You have the other gold coin." Red Five commented too loud. Everyone heard. Skipper too. He froze, then turned around. Blowhole had slapped his lobster, then spun around to find Skipper staring at him. ´It couldn´t be! No, there was no way!´ Blowhole thought, his heart threatening to stop. And while Jupiter ran out, the two just stared at each other. The lobsters and penguins watched in fear and interest to see how this will turn out.
Lost:
"Excuse me! Can you show me the way to-" Hans was cut off by people shoving him away to get through. "My apologies sir, but I´m lost and-" "Get out of my way!" "Ma´m?" "…" Hans sighed, turning away and trying to get to a tourist information place, but that meant heading up, while everyone was heading down. Some got mad and pushed him down, others got irritated, then someone grabbed him from behind and pulled out of the way of the ´mob´. Hans turned around. "Clemson!" "You can get yourself killed there, y´knew that?" "Don´t be silly." Hans scolded his boyfriend, but hugged him nevertheless. Clemson grinned and kissed him. "Let´s go everyone´s waiting for us." Hans nodded and followed the other to the car.
Zombie:
Private walked up to a house. It was Halloween and Rico and Kowalski were out doing something together while Skipper walked with Marlene to ´protect her´. Everyone knew he just wanted to be with her, she knew that too. The Brit didn´t like this at all. Being all alone at Halloween, and standing in a grave-yard. The front porch of the neighbor´s house had been decorated. Private trotted forward, suddenly tripping over an arm. It was from a (fake) corpse that had been forgotten. Private screamed when he saw the carcass´ head staring blankly at him. ´Calm down, Private. It´s just plastic.´ The boy thought in a scolding way, forcing himself to poke it. It was plastic. He gave a nervous chuckle, then continued. But when he came to the thirteenth grave-stone, he suddenly tripped again. At first he thought he had his foot tangled again, but then saw in pure horror that a hand had grabbed it. It was all decayed and brown. At first Private had an heart attack, then a shock, then he screamed loudly when the hand began pulling him into the grave. No one heard him as the zombie pulled him in and placed a foul-smelling hand on his mouth. Private melted against it in fear. He quivered, awaiting his doom. The zombie watched him shake, then grinned suddenly as he nipped at the other´s ear. Private´s eyes shot open. The zombie grew more confident as it kissed the other´s jaw, moving up to his mouth. The soldier just sat there, not knowing what he should do or react. All he knew was that he was not going to be eaten or something. Just as a rough tongue slid against his neck in a pleasant way, Maurice had to interrupt everything. "Your Majesty, the guest are here and want your assistance." Julian groaned and released Private.
Confession:
Skipper sat in the plane, all tired out from the ten hour flight. One thing that was irritating him was AT. She was really quiet and kept looking at him. "You´re tired?" She asked. "No, I feel just fine." Skipper shot back, annoyed. AT rolled her eyes and turned back to the window. Suddenly, the plane lurched and before their very eyes, an engine caught on fire and broke off. A similar sound indicated the same thing happening to the other engine. "We´re crashing!" The pilot suddenly yelled, all is coolness and causal self gone. AT jumped up and rushed to the cock pit. The pilot was yelling at Mayday, yanking hard at the throttle while desperately trying to get the plane to work. "Where are the parachutes?" AT asked him frantically, ignoring her fear of heights. She had actually done it two times already. "At the airport!" The pilot committed, jumping up from his chair. "Just-" He ran a hand through his hair, while looking at the girl in front of him. "Do your last things." He muttered before walking, or at least trying to, out. AT stared at him in disbelief, then went back to the controls. It was hopeless. She yanked at the drawer where the parachutes are supposed to be, but only came up with empty hands. These were their lat minutes. Skipper was already writing to his team, hoping that whoever finds their bodies will give it to them. He was writing the address on the back when AT came over. He gave her a silent look, not knowing what to say. They´re probably gonna die as enemies. "Last minute." The pilot informed. The ground was rushing to them fast. "Skipper!" AT suddenly grabbed him. "Before we die, I just wanted to say…I love you." Skipper stared at her, but never had a chance to say anything as the heavy machine crashed and darkness surrounded them. When he opened his eyes, he wasn´t on clouds, but on hot sand. They survived. AT also sat up. After a few minutes, the two had recovered enough to look around. They weren´t dead, or majorly injured, the pilot was also alive. Then Skipper caught AT´s look and they just sat there awkwardly. "So, you love me?" Skipper began slowly. "I didn´t know we were going to survive this!" The other groaned.
A\N: This is just a drabble for fun. It holds NO meanings! Got that idea while talking with my little sister. I always get ideas like that. ^y^