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Undertow	By : pronker Category: +M through R > Penguins of Madagascar Views: 11341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this fanfiction set in Dreamworks' Penguins of Madagascar franchise. I do not own its characters, basic premise or settings.

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Marlene screamed.

"Stand down, men, it's only Marlene." Skipper looked exasperated.

"Wot are you doing here? You could have gotten hurt from our intruder alert system!" Private looked concerned.

"Marlene, you were lucky this time. Rico has a hair trigger bazooka reflex. Think about what you are doing, for Socrates' sake." Kowalski looked stern before turning away to spy what Rico was up to.

Miss Perky had landed in an obscene sprawl. Rico hurried to her side, knocked her legs together and pulled down her skirt. The question whyyy?? percolated through an indignant string of syllables.
Before Marlene could process what exactly had happened, she was the focus of four commandos' intense attention.

"I came here to do you guys a favor --- "

Um. That just slipped out. She did not want to explain fully the mean prank that the lemurs had played. She thought hard after Skipper barked a trademark question.

"How so?"

"Something's weird with Alice!" Ahah, sidestepped neatly, Marlene. You go, girl. She hurried on. "Penny and I were chatting, see, and then Penny trotted off. Alice asked me what we were talking about, don't you think that was weird? I mean, she couldn't have understood us --- "

"Egads! Alice developed Dr. Doolittle syndrome? Did she squeak at you?"

"Huh? Nah, she used human words, Kowalski, but guys, the suspicion on her face scared me. And she looked and smelled --- different --- I can't explain why."

Skipper pondered, scratching the back of his neck. As he lifted his flipper, sand trickled from his pit to be brushed away abstractedly. Oh ho, so they went to the beach. And they couldn't have invited her? Marlene felt her mood shift yet again for the day: somber introspection, chat with a chum, alarm with Alice, fear from a bazooka and now glum plummeting into gloom. She sighed. The only equipment in my playground lately is a mood swing, she thought.

"Has someone cracked the Doolittle Code? Could it have been the Doc? Did it involve needles? Is our whole operation at risk?" The commander looked to his second.

Kowalski dragged his attention from Rico's placement of a companionable flipper around Miss Perky's unrealistic thin waist. "Sir, our world will never be the same if that is so. We need intel and a doomsday scenario. I suggest Level Thirteen as a saferoom."

"The one with no exit besides our elevator? That won't stand, amigo. Whatever happens, I don't see our team as just waiting for humans to discover us. We'd crack up with cabin fever in there."

Kowalski shivered in memory of his bouts with the dread disease. "Option Two on my clipboard is to learn to speak human."

"We'll never have to stoop that low! Not on my watch! Come up with Option Three!"

Marlene couldn't bring herself to join the debate. "I'll be going now. Er, mission accomplished?" She mustered a weak grin. "See ya."

Rico produced a minivac to whisk away the sand. "'Bye, 'Eenie."

"Wait, Ms. Otter. Is Penny up to snuff again?"

"Yeah, why?"

"She could be a source of intel. l know she's in tight with her officer pals and could overhear things. Next time you see her, get word to me, okay? We'll keep our earholes open for Alice on our end. Doc is smart and he could have shot Alice full of his mad experimental Doolittle serum to find out about our operation."

Kowalski sensed the need for a lieutenant to rein in paranoia. "But to what purpose?"

"Who knows what goes on in human minds, Kowalski? I don't, and I'm sure I don't want to, either."

Now she was getting bogged down in Skipper's rampant fears. It was too much. "I'm leaving, I'll tell Penny to contact you or I'll contact you to tell her whatever you want to tell her oh I give up. You know what I mean. Goodbye." It took Skipper's tap on her hind foot when she was two thirds up the ladder to give her pause. "What now? I just want to go home."

"Thanks for the intel, Marlene." He stood on the bottom rung and did not remove his flipper from her white foot at her look. "You take care, now."

He was clingy. He didn't want her to leave. That was another weird thing to fill out this day. "Okay, I will. 'Bye."

Private stood at the foot of the ladder, flippers akimbo. "She said goodbye twice, Skippa." He turned away and mumbled, "Must you flirt with everythin' that moves?" Private sounded as if he knew what he wanted and was letting nothing stand in his way.
Marlene roused from her brown study and looked wise. Something had happened today, something related to Skipper's confidential admission of his crush on Private. Private was acting ... possessive? Little Private? She was intrigued. She swung around on the ladder to face outwards as she threaded her elbows through one rung. From this vantage point, she saw four little penguins waiting for what she would do next, and that was an unexpectedly heady sensation.

"Welcome back, guys. You had an interesting day, sounds like." Her head ping ponged between leader and junior member of the team. She froze on the ladder, in limbo whether to go or stay. Sussing out the event might break up her ennui, so she decided to stay and jumped down the ladder to sit on Skipper's bunk. She could tell it was his, even though they switched regularly. There was no abacus or lunacorn in it. He was such a purist.

Skipper couldn't help remembering Kowalski's now it's on me forever and she's gone forever, only the forever part involved a male who was not gone, but who said he wanted to be in his commander's bunk forever. He supposed he had a comical look on his face as he defended himself to a subordinate and he didn't like the image. "I'm only being friendly, Private. Of course I don't want to date everyone."

Ooookay, then. More weird, because Rico and Kowalski busied themselves as far away as possible, doing something or other with the coffee maker and Miss Perky. "Yeah, uh huh, Private, Skipper and I never dated --- "

"Never mind, Skippa and Marlene. I'm out of sorts all of a sudden. Sorry." With a confused look, Private waddled to the refrigerator and spent a long time inventorying its contents, his back to the whole group.

Skipper and Marlene shrugged at each other and when she left for her habitat with a more upbeat attitude, Marlene was proud of herself for not grilling them all. Five minutes later, when Kowalski and Rico excused themselves to "check specs for Kowalski's upgrade to more legroom in the car after a quick dip," Skipper said yes quickly without asking why Rico hauled along Miss Perky. The lair settled into quiet, except for Private's slurping at a juice box. Skipper reclined in his bunk for a good long study of the pie charts in What Color Is Your Mojo? but did not turn the page even after many minutes.

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A fingernail on Miss Perky's right hand developed a chip in its pink paint from her fall to the cement floor. Kowalski blew on the drying redo of her manicure as she sat on his garage workbench. "She'll be right as any dolly ever gets, Rico, when this dries."

A big thank you kiss from his love followed and things escalated from there after random remarks about desert sand versus beach sand and how both kinds got everywhere. Somehow their foray into Arizona's desert to breach Dr. Blowhole's secret base came into the comparison when shop lights were turned low. Miss Perky sat idly beside Rico as the action progressed to the convenient, comfortable car.

"Rico, do that again --- uh, no lower oh right there, yesyesyes --- " Anyone seeing through the near dark of the garage would light it up with blushes. Kowalski spread his flippers to their utmost atop the seat back and held on for dear life as Rico drove his love as he did his car: fast and recklessly with many changes of gear and speed.

"Keeeeeep itttttt c-c-c-c-ominggggggg --- " spluttered Kowalski before bowing his head to pierce the dark as if he could see behind them, miles of flat macadam flanked by cactus disappearing into the vanishing point behind the car in his mind's eye. The Superstition Mountains of Arizona with its lost Dutchman's Mine treasures beckoned leagues away --- how long was a league, anyway, his mind meandered --- with the azure desert sky forming a glassy bowl of heat above them. At the moment, nothing was hotter than what was happening in the back seat of a commando team's all purpose vehicle. The real world slipped away as they approached maximum velocity and they did not even hear their siren when Kowalski jabbed it with his elbow during a particularly rough jolt from his driver..
The garage door slid upward with a screech at the same time as the siren sounded. "In here, Private, I'll show you what drinking is all about and I don't mean juice boxes --- what the hamsteaks? Intruder alert! Second time today! Get behind me, Private!"
"Ahhhhhh! Kwoskii! KABOOM! nudder KABOOM! n-n-n-k-kaboo --- muhhhhh --- "

"Oh, Rico -- you nailed it buddy er I mean you nailed me --- "

"Eisenhower's oatmeal! I'm about to nail two somebodies --- "

"Skippa, let's retreat in an ever so manly way and leave them to --- "

Skipper was in an unforgiving mood. "Hey, loverboys! Take it out of the braaping car! You'll mess it up with with well you know --- "

But Kowalski and Rico didn't register anything outside themselves or that Miss Perky had slid to the floorboards in the midst of their passion. When Rico oozed like melted popcorn butter bumfirst to the driver seat and then underneath the steering wheel in sated bliss, he centered down onto her upraised arm. The pointy fingernails on her left hand goosed him and he shot back into the front seat only to bump Kowalski, who was gliding down himself into the driver seat. The scientist had in mind for one of them to sit on the other's lap for cuddling and afterwards to waddle their way home in a leisurely fashion. Dr. Phil always maintained that intimacy needed quiet moments, too.

The ignition key got turned in the resulting bustle of flailing flippers and webbed feet and before they knew it, the bubblegum pink vehicle shot through the door. They both lagged in setting themselves straight in the seats. As their car whizzed by him, Private caught sight of Kowalski bouncing to the passenger side.

"Hang about, don't mow us down!"

"Private, jump starboard!" The commander and the private leaped aside. "Now follow that lovebug!"

Between them both trying to control the car and struggling to overcome the lethargy of love's afterglow, the car remained out of control long enough to get dangerous. It rolled up the plank that Gus had leaned up against the sawhorses ringing the fountain he was repairing. Rico twisted himself around as the car turned the plank into a teeter-totter. A second too late, he slammed on the brakes after the car's front and back right wheels toppled off the plank sideways on the downward teeter. Kowalski screeched as his bottom and the car seat parted company. He fell out and with no purchase on the right side, the brakes had little power.

Gravity did its thing and the car slithered further towards the water despite the locked wheels.

"Nonononono!" Rico thought furiously about what to do. Why was his head filled with soupy sludge, well, even more than normal? It took him ages to remember to turn off the ignition.

The car stopped sliding. Rico kept his foot jammed onto the brake pedal until he looked behind him. What saved his precious pink baby and his precious Miss Perky from a dunking was three penguins plotzing on the plank with varying expressions as their weight countered the car's. The plank leveled.

Rico scrambled over the seats, brushed through his companions, swung to the ground and grasped the edge of the plank. He swiveled it to suspend the car back over the path and nodded to his friends. They scrambled off the wooden gangway and as Rico used his great strength to lever their sweet wheels slowly to the ground, Skipper took a deep breath to begin reprimanding as everyone figured he would.

"The check engine light better not have flicked on because of these shenanigans, Rico --- "

At the thunderous look on Skipper's face, no one blamed Rico for deliberately letting go the rising plank. It snapped up to knock him under the chin and he fell down, unconscious.

"There, wot a lucky break for our car! Less so for Rico."

"Speak to me, Rico! As much as you're able! Come on, big fella!"

"Bring him to fast, Kowalski. I've got acres of chores for him and for you and that's only the beginning." Had the altered relationship status of Kowalski and Rico endangered the team as much as it did their car? Had he been wrong in telling Private there was, ultimately, no damage to the team? If he and Private became a couple, could the sitch worsen?

A bout with ulcers bubbled on the horizon.

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