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Complications

Skipper,

As a member of your team it is my duty to inform you of any misgiving that happens. I'm sorry to inform you that I'm the misgiving. The invitations were phonies, I made them myself while I was at Marlene's. My sole purpose was to be able to lead a complete research of the eagle's egg, but an unfortunate event led the eagle to leave on the same day that you did. In her haste she left her egg behind, and now, as a member of the aiding military, it is my duty to make sure she gets it back. There is an infinite list of possibilities, but I vow to complete this mission. Marlene obstinately came along, but to ensure her safety I will drop her off at another zoo where you will be able to pick her up. I estimate that you will get back in two days so until then she will stay with me. I promise to keep her from harm until I drop her off at Hoboken. If I manage to make it back I will assume full responsibility for my actions.

Kowalski.

Julien enters the HQ, creeping in slowly. He takes a look around before breaking out in a wide grin.

"Yes!" He exclaims, turning to face Maurice and Mort. "The silly penguins are gone from here. Sad, really, they won't be here to enjoy them not being here."

He runs to their TV and turns on the volume full blast, changing the channel to a loud action movie.

"Maurice!" He yells over the sound, "Go get me some lemon-aide with some of those cubical shaped icicles on it!"

Maurice rolls his eyes at Julien's name for ice cubes and opens the penguin's fridge. There were plenty of ice cubes, but there was only pure water. He shrugs and gets a cup from the pantry, pouring in some of the water and ice cubes into it. He goes to Julien and hands him the cup. Julien takes it without looking at him, his eyes glued to the TV. He takes one sip and spits it out, showering Mort who was sitting next to him.

"Maurice!" He snaps, "I asked for some lemon-aide, and this is just flavorless, colorless, smellerless plain old water!" He throws the cup to the side and it shatters all over the floor. Julien turns to Maurice.

"Now get me some real lemon-aide, with real lemon-adding flavor." Maurice walks wearily back to the fridge in hopes of finding something for Julien; it wouldn't do to have him "freak" on him. He doesn't find anything of help though, so instead he just sits quietly and wishes that Julien would forget all about the lemonade.

"Maurice," calls Julien in a singsong voice, "I am still awaiting the arrival of my delicious, thirst quenching, non-plain lemon-aide." Maurice sighs and goes to Julien.

"King Julien, there's no lemonade here. And I'm not sure if the penguins will be happy to know we were here." Perhaps changing the subject would distract him.

Julien turns to Maurice and smiles at him, standing up. He loved the way he towered above the others. He places his hands on his hips and looks down at Maurice.

"Maurice, how many times must I remind you that as the king, I am allowed wherever I want to be allowed, and wherever I am allowed I am loved." He goes to the table and leans against it, noticing the letter Kowalski had left.

"Oooh!" He exclaims, "A letter! Most possibly, about how grand and wondrous I am." Mort smiles at him.

"You're the most wondrous king ever!" He says, his eyes getting wider. Julien smiles smugly but otherwise ignores him and opens the letter. His eyes scan it for a second before he hands it to Maurice.

"My eyes are tired of reading, read me the letter out loud Maurice." He says arrogantly. Maurice looks at the different drawings on the paper and clears his throat. The first was a picture of…

"Skipper" says Maurice. Kowalski making the invitations at…

"…Marlene's habitat…" Kowalski going after an eagle to return …

"…the egg…" Marlene coming along, and Kowalski dropping her off at…

"…the Hoboken zoo…" Kowalski being dismissed from the team…

"…if I manage to come back…" Kowalski.

"Kowalski."

Julien yawns and goes back to watch TV. Maurice goes to him, the letter on his hand.

"King Julien, don't you realize what this means?" He asks urgently. Julien turns and puts his finger to his lips.

"But King Julien-"

Julien stands up again and glares at Maurice.

"Maurice," he says taking the paper from him, "if there is one thing that you must never do, it's one; distract me from watching TV because of a stupid letter and two; fail to bring me my lemon-aide. Now shuddap and carry out your job." He crumbles the paper into a ball and throws it behind him, where it rolls underneath the couch. Maurice sighs and goes once more to search for something to quiet down Julien. He was, after all, the king.

Kowalski and Marlene wait for the last of the humans to get off of the bus before they climb out of it. Marlene looks around, realizing that she had no idea where they were.

A building stood before them. It was tall and wide with windows arranged neatly over the walls, and different cut sections on it. Marlene wonders why they had stopped here. Kowalski takes her arm and pull her behind a nearby tree, once he realizes that she wasn't hiding. Marlene turns to him.

"Where are we?" She asks.

"We are at the New York State Department of Environmental Conservation." He replies. Marlene keeps staring.

"Why?" She hints. Kowalski stares back at her.

"Isn't it lapalissian?" He asks. Marlene stares even more confused than before.

"Umm…English please?" Why didn't he just speak with normal words?

"Blindingly obvious." He answers. Marlene glowers.

"No, it isn't." Kowalski smiles at her sudden annoyance and points to the building.

"If my hypothesis is correct then the eagle came from this organization here." He replies.

Marlene looks at the building in front of her, doubting that an eagle would come from such a place; she felt she was missing something. Still, she figures it would just be better to nod along to what Kowalski said instead of hurting her head trying to figure out what he meant though.

"So how do we get in?" She asks. If they were there they would most likely go in right?

Kowalski takes out a drawing of what she assumed was the building.

"We need to get to the record's room where I hope I'll be able to find something that relates to our specific eagle." He taps a square on the drawing with the number 135, "In order to do that we'll have to disguise ourselves."

"As what?" This can't be good…

Kowalski smiles even wider.

Marlene shuffles a bit as she settles down in the box. It was actually astounding the way Kowalski had managed to rummage for a box big enough for both of them, and created a convincing label to place on it. Not to mention the way in which he had managed to seal the box from the inside.

She squints in the darkness at Kowalski beside her. He was sitting over a pile of papers he had shoved into the box with them and was scribbling down things onto his clipboard. She wonders how he could possibly be able to know what he was writing in this darkness.

The box suddenly begins to sway from side to side as a human lifts them up. Marlene tries to grab onto the edges to steady herself. Kowalski simply sits and waits. They hear a few voices as they are taken across the rooms.

"Yeah, it was the one with the worst chances…"

"Still might be able to track her down…"

"Hunters, you know. Must have taken it…"

"Lots of money for one now…"

Marlene listens to them unable to figure out what was going on. Not that it could matter anyway. Kowalski sits beside her, from what she could make out he was very still and he had stopped writing.

"Kowalski?" She whispers. Kowalski simply mutters a soft "shh". Marlene shrugs and imitates him, staying as still as possible. Beside her, the egg shifts a bit to the right as the box is placed on a table. Marlene hears faint rustling for a second. She squints and is able to see Kowalski beside her, his flippers surrounding the egg. Though it was dark, the sight before her still made her smile.

"Does it say who they're from?" Asks a blond lady holding up a very life-like otter doll. The doll stood with her head leaning against her shoulder and her hands clasped together in an adorable, stiff posture.

"Not a clue." Responds a man with messy brown hair that went down to his eyes, "Just says 'To Julie, in room 135, from a deep supporter of the NYSDEC.' Looks like you have a secret fan."

"Sure thing James." Laughs Julie rolling her eyes. James reaches into the box and carefully pulls out the penguin doll.

"Look at this little guy." He says chuckling. The penguin had an egg held tightly on his flippers, a small smile playing on his lips. The two humans laugh together and don't notice when the otter doll accidentally smiles too. Julie places the otter doll on her desk and stares at it happily. The man sets the penguin down beside the otter. What a nice present. They stand up together and go to the entrance.

"After you." Says the man opening the door. Julie laughs and walks out, followed by James.

The otter doll turns to the penguin doll.

"Now?" She whispers. The penguin doll shakes his head quickly.

"We just have to wait a few minutes in order to make sure they've left for sure." He mutters quietly. The otter doll scowls.

Kowalski's flippers are a blur as he taps down key after key on the computer. Marlene watches astonished at his nimbleness. After a final tap Kowalski leans back self-satisfied and turns to her smiling triumphantly.

" We're in." He says. Marlene looks at the screen. A picture of an eagle was there, settled over a large pile of metal.

"That's her!" She points, "But…where's her nest?"

"This picture was taken before she had built it." Replies Kowalski punching in a few more words. The screen changes and a picture of a deep forest takes over the screen. A short word can be seen at the bottom. Marlene leans in closer in hopes of deciphering it.

"What's that say?" She asks looking at Kowalski. She realizes now how grim he looked.

"Alaska."

Again, Marlene feels she was missing something obvious, what was the word he had used? Oh yeah, lapalissian.

"And…?"

Kowalski sighs.

"That's where they got her from."

Marlene still doesn't get it.

"So…?"

Kowalski looks at her carefully.

"It's one of my hypothesis…that she might have decided to go back to her home land."

"All the way to Alaska?"

Kowalski nods. Marlene groans. She finally got it.

"And we're going all the way there?"

Kowalski doesn't answer.

Got myself back together XD new chapter up soon, all it needs is some polishing up :D