Title: Stranded
Summary: "Don't you think we should tell them that the boats out of gas?" When Alex learns that the Ship is out of fuel. Things do not go well.
Timeline: Post-Madagascar
Characters: The Penguins, Marty, Melmen, Gloria, Alex, Julien, Maurice.
Madagascar
(Skipper's POV)
The Lemurs were waving goodbye to the hippies. We could hear Alex and the other plan to make "side-trips" during the winter before going back to New York in the spring. Sounds like fun but I think we're going to enjoy this tropical climate. Maybe usurp the lemur king and place that Maurice as the head of a new Democratic republic. Once we get rid of that scorpion with anger management problems, the scheming con-artist "Pam", Julien's conniving predecessor, the terrible Crimson, the so called genius fossa named Mary-Ann, and that mythical "Karl" if he ever decides to exist.
Also should probably do something about the "we're all going to die" guy. Though That LALA, Dr. S, and the pesky bird reporter might make that complicated. But that Timo seems like a nice smart guy...genius like him might serve us well. Plus the Crocodile kingdom could serve as excellent muscle...if they ever get past their confidence issue over having short arms. Maybe Kowalski can build them new "better" arm extenders.
But we're too busy soaking in the rays on our sun loungers and sipping our tropical themed drinks.
"Don't you think we should tell them that the boat's out of gas," Private said.
Oh Private just have to ruin things, I flip up my shades, "Nah! Just Smile and wave boys...smile and wave!"
Meanwhile on the ship
(Alex's POV)
Marty, Melmen, Gloria, and I step into the bridge of the Cargo ship. Kowalski's left his navigation notes on the map a route back to the zoo already plotted.
"I guess I just program this route into the GPS," Marty said.
"Wait do you know how to drive a boat?" Melmen said.
"Melmen the lifeboats are boats...this is a mighty ship!" I said.
"So you can steer it?" Melmen said.
"How hard can it be?" I said, "If flightless birds with no hands can steer this thing...then it can't be that hard!"
"Can I drive?" Marty said.
"You don't have hands!" Gloria said.
"Oh Right," Marty said.
"Now let's get going," I said, "Let's get our journey started!"
"Aye captain Butt-biter," Marty said.
"Your not letting that go are you," I said.
"Nope!" Marty said, "you won't live that down!"
"Full steam ahead," I said.
"Um wouldn't that send us deeper into the beach?" Marty said.
"Oh right," I said, "Full reverse!"
I set the lever to "reverse" and...nothing happened, "Um what?"
"Oh great Alex already broke our way out of here," Melmen said.
"I don't know what's wrong," I said hitting the side of the controls, "Come on!"
"She deserves more respect than that," Gloria said.
"She?" I said, "but this is a boat..."
"Ship," Melmen hissed.
"All boats are female," Gloria said, "So show some respect."
"Sorry," I said addressing the ship's controls.
"Alex you did check the fuel gauge right?" Marty said.
"It's like a car! You always check the fuel first," Melmen said.
"New Yorkers don't drive! They hop into the back of a taxi to get places," I said.
"And you thought you driving a boat was a good idea!" Marty said.
I looked at the fuel gauge and noticed that it was on empty.
"And?" Gloria said.
"The Tanks empty," I said.
"Ask the Penguins! I'm sure they can get us more," Marty said.
"Oh I will," I said my voice a low growl.
"Don't hurt them," Gloria said as I stomped off.
"No you should be worried if they hurt him," Marty said.
Later that Afternoon...
(Skipper's POV)
"Alright," Kowalski said, "I saw some fuel canisters in the 'Cove of Wonders'."
"And?" I said.
"Airplane fuel mainly," Kowalski said, "Nothing a ship can use sir..."
"There has to be untapped oil reserves on this island," I said.
"What about Alex and friends?" Private said.
"We can just claim technical difficulties," I said laying back into my lounger.
"PENGUINS!" Alex screamed as he stomped across the beach.
"Oh no," Private said.
"Ka-boom?" Rico said.
"I don't think so," I said.
"Aw," Rico said.
"Who in charge of this team!" Alex said.
"I'm the C.O.(commanding officer)," I said, "Can I help you psychotic lion."
"Psychotic lion!?" Alex said, "You are the psychotic ones!"
"We're just prepared for every eventually," I said.
"Like...RUNNING OUT OF FUEL!" Alex screamed.
"We are currently locating oil reserves on the island," Kowalski said.
"How are you doing that if...your just laying around!" Alex said.
"I'm afraid that classified," I replied.
"Classified!? This is real life not some war movie!" Alex said.
"War is real life soldier," I replied.
"I'm not one of your friends who like to play soldier!" Alex said.
"Oh we're not playing soldier...I assure you," I replied.
"Who do you even work for!" Alex said.
"That's classified too," I said, "Let's just say we're a covert outfit."
"Animal soldiers?"
"There is a secret network of top secret animal agents right under the humans poorly evolved noses," I said.
"It's a good thing Humans can't understand us," Kowalski said.
"Wait...say that again?" Alex said.
"Human's can't understand us," Kowalski said.
"Really they understand me well enough," Alex said.
"You sure about that?" I said.
"Of course you probably not trying enough to get their attention," Alex said.
"Not drawing attention to our activities is the whole point of doing things in secret," I said.
"Your lost," Alex said, 'Imagine the money a show about crazy secret agent penguins would make."
"Right," I said, "I doubt a show like that would get good ratings."
"What about a kid's cartoon then?" Alex said.
"I doubt it would last a season much less three," I said, "and I doubt there be a TV movie... or even a big screen movie."
"Really?" Alex said, "I think your selling yourselves short."
"Aren't you still mad at us?" I said.
"Oh right," Alex said, "How are we getting off this island if we have no fuel!"
"The raw ingredient is out there...oil," Kowalski said.
"But do you have machines that can turn that into fuel...or even mine it!" Alex said.
"Well no," Kowalski said.
"What are we going to do now...fly us out of here!" Alex said.
With that the lion stomped off back towards Marty's hut where his fellow hippies were waiting, "Isn't there that plane up in a tree?" Private said.
"Excellent Idea," I said, "Alright let's see the lemur king about bring that wreak back to the ground."
"But they hold government meetings in that plane," Kowalski said.
"I'm sure we can come to a agreement," I said, "Like VIP tickets on the maiden flight!"
"Draw up plans for a salvage mission once the negotiations to take it down are finished," I said.
"I go find Maurice and arrange a audience," Kowalski said before getting up and walking away.
"Good man," I said before laying back down.
The End