Back in the bustling city of Beijing, the penguins were ready to go crazy with their seemingly endless amount of cash they now had. With their concoctive disguise of the King Of Versailles on, they had stumbled upon a glitzy casino, hoping to turn their luck around and win even more cash.
The casino's neon lights and the deafening sounds of slot machines and roulette wheels spun in a cacophony of chaos that was music to their ears. They had never seen so much potential money in one place before and they were eager to be a part of it. The King Of Versailles strutted through the place with style, many gamblers eyes swaying away from their addiction temporarily to watch the allusive disguise in awe.
The penguins looked around, their beady eyes gleaming with greed as they spotted the various games of chance that surrounded them. They made their way over to the nearest craps table, their disguise holding up very well under the pressure of the glitzy environment. It was there that they spotted her, a figure they had hoped never to cross paths with again, but fate had a cruel sense of humour.
"Oh god," Skipper muttered as the other penguins simultaneously realised too. "It's her."
"The crazy lady..." Skipper whispered, fear in his eyes at the shocking surprise.
Chantel DuBois, the infamous villainess from their previous adventure, was dressed to the nines in a stunning gown that shimmered like the scales of a thousand fish. She was surrounded by a group of admirers, her sharp, hawk-like gaze assessing the room with a cold precision that made even the bravest gamblers quiver. Her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of the King Of Versailles, and she excused herself from her entourage with a flick of her wrist, her high heels clicking menacingly against the marble floor as she approached them.
"Well, well, well," she purred, her French accent thick with amusement. "If it isn't my favourite circus owner, the King Of Versailles." Her smile was as sharp as her cunning wit, and the penguins felt a cold shiver run down their spines.
"What do we do, Skipper?" Kowalski asked, worry on his eyes.
"Don't worry, comrades," he reassured his team. "Phil! Shake your head. We don't own a circus anymore..."
"No?" Chantel asked the nodding king, her bottom lip drooping in disappointment at the news. "But they were sooo good?"
"Shrug, Phil," Skipper commanded assertively and promptly, the monkey doing so with accordance.
"You don't know?" she asked playfully. "I wanted to be an investor, oh well..."
Skipper gave a raised eyebrow to Kowalski, getting a mirrored reaction from him. It was a mix of disgust and extreme confusion.
"Is she... flirting with us, Skipper?" the slightly traumatised penguin asked him.
"Uh, do we really want to find out?" Skipper asked his team, squinting his eyes at the thought. They all looked at him and slowly began nodding, settling it. "Let's find out, I guess... Phil, touch her shoulder... gently, please."
The monkey, looking as nervous as a squirrel on a tightrope, reached out and gently put his hand on Chantel's shoulder. She look at the king's eyes so intently, they narrowed before a slow smile spread across her face. "I see you've finally caught on," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I've always admired royal men."
The penguins exchanged a look of utter disbelief from inside the disguise. This was not the reaction they had anticipated from the crazed hunter they had encountered before.
"Listen, Chantel," Skipper began as he talked to himself with a grin, trying to keep his cool, "We're just here to have a little fun. No... shenanigans."
"What the hell is this?" Kowalski bellowed with a laugh, the rest of them joining. They could not comprehend the ridiculous situation they were in.
Outside the disguise, DuBois was giving the king the eyes. Her arm now on the king's shoulder too, a physical undertone growing between the insane animal catcher and disguised monkey concoction. The penguins continued laughing at the whole charade, Phil growing slightly to into what was going on.
"I've got a room upstairs..." she began telling the king with an alluring French accent, "Would you like to... come up there with me?"
"Phil," Skipper said, barely able to stop his laughter amongst the others. "Nod, yes. Let's see this thing through!
The monkey nodded, a little too enthusiastically, his eyes wide with pure excitement. Chantel's smile grew wider, mistaking his ordered nod from a penguin for genuine interest from real human being. "Perfect," she purred, leading the way through the crowded casino floor, her hips swaying seductively as she held the monkey's hairy hand.
"Best look away for the next part, Mort," Skipper joked, the laughter returning even louder as Mort looked confused at the whole event. "And you, Private."
"Um, Skipper, are we really doing this?" Mason asked hesitantly, the bottom half of the disguise. "It just concerns me because, if we do, I'll be the one getting all the action, you know?"
"Relax, monkey," Skipper chuckled. "It's all for the sake of the... mission. Keep your feathers on."
The disguised group and DuBois had made their way up to her private hotel room which was only some floors above the casino. The crazy woman opened the door to her room, too excited about what was happening as the king hesitantly followed her in.
"Would you like a drink, King?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with what could not be mistaken for attraction. Raw bodily attraction.
"It's up to you, Phil," Skipper told the top half of the disguise, who was already nodding at the question.
"It's interesting how our paths have met once again," Chantel began pouring the king a glass of a fine wine very delicately, picking it up and handing it seductively to him. "You see, I'm here trying to find a rare species... the South China tiger. Forget the lion, this is the real deal!" she passionately explained, trying to smell his scent, but her nose had never fully recovered from being crushed between two elephants, to the penguins' fortune. "I'm here pretending I'm going to buy an already stuffed one but no... They say they're not to be hunted anymore, ha... who's going to know?"
"What the hell is she rambling on about? Phil just nod..." Skipper told the monkey, losing interest in her plotting, before a sudden thought crossed his mind. "Wasn't that tiger we did the deal with one of those-"
"What's the plan here, Skipper?" Mason interrupted him with fear in his voice, he really was not sure about doing anything physical with a human, especially this crazed lunatic of a woman. "Seriously? What the hell has this night turned into?"
"Ugh, you're seriously not down to do this?" Skipper asked the monkey with frustration. "You don't want any crazy lady action, monkey man, seriously?"
"No!" he urged promptly. "Oh god... Quickly, let me swap with Phil!"
"Fine... Phil, let's have a moment in the old washroom, shall we?" Skipper reluctantly told the eager monkey, who was excited to hear the news. The disguise put his hands out to DuBois, signalling it just wanted a quick trip to the bathroom.
"Go ahead," she said, a ravenous look growing upon her face. "Be quick..."
The king rushed into the bathroom, suddenly dismantling into two monkeys, four penguins and a Mort. They fumbled with the disguise, trying to swap places as quickly as they could without breaking anything. Mort quickly jumped onto Mason's face and applied a white makeup over it, finishing off with lipstick to finalise the disguise's reshuffling.
"All in order, Skipper," Kowalski told Skipper as the disguise came together once again. The penguins and Mort all hopped into the torso and became hidden once again.
"I do hope she isn't a kisser," Mason joked nervously, the thought making him cringe. "Are we sure this is... right? Are we all just going to watch as Phil gets it on with a... person?"
"It's a laugh!" Skipper sighed at him from inside. "We're finally free, this is only the beginning of this crazy era of our lives."
"Well, yes," the monkey admitted, slightly unsure if this was really what crazy meant to Skipper. "Let's maybe try something else in the future?"
"Very well," Skipper agreed, a large grin upon his beak. "Right, Phil, the legs now, let's get back in there!"
The king entered the room with a confidence in his step, yet a worried look upon his face. They turned the corner and, to the group's mixed reaction, found DuBois had tied herself to the bed, wearing only underwear and bra.
"Oh, King!" she cooed with a smile that was less than comforting. "Are you ready?"
Phil nodded eagerly, yet Mason's legs refused to get closer to her.
"I said, 'Best look away for the next part', Mort," Skipper whispered with a snicker. Mort groaned, he had already closed his eyes shut as soon as he saw the horrific sight.
DuBois' seductive smile grew wider as she took in the "King's" nod. "Good," she purred, her eyes glinting with excitement as the disguise hopped onto the bed next to her. "Now, let's make this a night to remember, shall we?"
"Now, boys!" Skipper announced suddenly as Phil was just about to get freaky with the crazy woman. To Mason's relief, the penguins had a plan all along.
The four popped out of the king's torso to DuBois's horror, all landing on the bed beside her. She looked down at them with shock as Rico coughed up an old dart gun of hers' they had kept from the previous time they had met.
"What!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and annoyance. "Penguins and... monkeys?" She felt sick at herself, a total fool. So sick, in fact, she passed out at the sight of the animals and her sheer stupidity.
The penguins all looked at each other, totally bewildered and yet understanding her embarrassment.