Three nights later…
Private tossed and turned in his bunk, plagued by a hideous nightmare. The smallest penguin could hear the evil laugh of Doctor Blowhole and clunking of the dolphin`s latest invention. Suddenly a badly wounded dream-skipper entered the lair, determined to save his men. Dream-Blowhole blasted dream-skipper with the strange contraption and the penguin fell to the ground.
"Well it seems someone wont be racing to the rescue anymore," dream-blowhole declared.
Private woke up at that statement, screaming his little lungs out. The little penguin`s howls turned to tears.
"Chimy changa private, what`s wrong?" asked skipper as he came down from the bunk above.
"Skipper, you`re alive," private gasped in disbelief.
"Of course i`m alive, why wouldn't I be?" skipper inquired.
"I saw blowhole kill you," private explained.
"Oh I see," skipper couldn't help smiling at his youngest soldier, "you were just having a nightmare young private," he revealed.
"Oh skipper, it was so real, blowhole was there, and Kowalski and rico. Then you showed up but you were badly hurt, then blowhole hit you with some sort of beam and it killed you," private babbled between sobs.
"Hey calm down there," skipper soothed, "it was just a bad dream," he assured.
"Are you sure skipper?" private double checked, "cause In the movie I saw with Kowalski the other day the evil guy feeds off kids fear by giving them horrible dreams, he could have been in here," the little penguin reasoned.
"Private, I`m positive that nobody was in here and your dream wasn't real," skipper confirmed, "now get some shut eye," he instructed, beginning to climb the ladder back to his bunk.
"Skipper, i`m still frightened," private revealed, "Could I have my Lunacorns blanket?" he asked timidly.
Skipper sighed in frustration, "sure private," he agreed and climbed up to the top bunk where rico was sound asleep, prized the psychopath's beak open and reached around inside till the leader found the blanket in question. Then skipper snapped rico`s beak shut again and climbed back down again.
"Thank you skipper," private spoke gratefully as the older penguin tucked him in. skipper could sense that the younger penguin wanted him to stay close, dreading a long night, skipper recalled a lullaby he`d heard while stopping by a penthouse window on a new york city mission.
Close your eyes have no fear.
The monster`s gone, he`s on the run and your daddy`s here.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful boy.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful boy.
Before you go to sleep, say a little prayer,
Everyday, in very way,
It`s getting better and better.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful boy.
Out on the ocean, sailing away,
I can hardly wait,
To see you come of age,
But I guess we`ll both just have to be patient,
Cause it`s a long way to go,
A hard row to hoe,
Yes it`s a long way to go,
But in the meantime,
Before you cross the street, take my hand, umm wing
Life is what happens to you
While you're busy planning a bigger thing
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful boy.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful boy.
Before you go to sleep, say a little prayer,
Everyday, in very way,
It`s getting better and better.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful boy.
Darling, Darling, Darling,
My beautiful boy
By the time skipper finished, private`s breathing had become slow and steady. Skipper pulled up the blanket, and before he knew what he was doing, kissed private gently on the cheek. The small penguin snuggled into the blanket and let out a small sigh. Skipper climbed into his own bunk and fell into a deep sleep just as a golden stream floated into the room through a gap in the hatch.
A/N: ok chapter three officially over and done with, this story is really chugging along. don't worry though lots more to come.
and yes the source of the lullaby is meant to be a reference to Mr. Peabody and Sherman, one of my favourite movies released in 2014
i own nothing.
penguins of Madagascar and mr peabody and Sherman (c) dream works
beautiful boy (c) john Lennon.