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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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In the teensy bathroom sink of her underground habitat, Frances Alberta washed the moiré silk teddy she'd worn to bed at the same time Moley washed his bulky body in her tiny shower. He flailed in the throes of an unintelligible ballad as he shampooed and when his butt stuck out from the shower curtain, she smacked it. He showed the sense of humor that lived as deep inside him as the Mrsdm ever plunged on their excursions under New York state and sometimes New Jersey.
He waved his hairy butt in her direction for her to smack again. She burst out laughing with Miss Cleo's rich laugh and he joined her.
Life was good and getting better in Funkytown both above and below street level. Santería said so and more to the point, Frances Lajka Brigid Alberta said so.
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"Waltz me around again, Hari, around around around," crooned Alice as she Terpsichore'd through her second story apartment. She presented her son to the ceiling Lion King fashion before sweeping him to her negligéed bosom. "My Hari, it seemed you were the newest thing on our planet for the longest time." She smoothed his soft spot. "I include animals in that notion since your birthday on June 19th to today, one month later, so sue me."
Hari burbled and kicked, his fine auburn hair damp from his bath. Alice rediapered his dimpled bottom expertly, snugged on his onesie and cuddled him before handing him down into his crib. He protested until she turned on his musical mobile. Puffins and seagulls swirled over his head to the tune of Aquarius/Let The Sunshine In.
"Your great-granddad's favorite song and oh how he'd have liked to have met you." She sighed and then brightened as she bent over him. "Now to cheer me and you up, there're three Slasher babies in our zoo who are rarer than rare, my boy. Mama Red Rhodesian Slasher done good."
Hari stuck his fist past puckered kissy lips into his mother's mouth. Alice made as if nibbling a tasty Chicken McNugget and her son trailed a string of drool onto his chin.
"Oh you cute kid," said Alice as she extracted his fist. "I done good, too. I've said it before, but isn't nature magical? Oooh, two weeks more of my maternity leave so get ready for your closeup, sweetie, because the reality show cams set up in fifteen!"
Hari made a face too early in the developmental game to be called a smile. "And yes, your Uncle George will visit." Alice wiggled one broad hip. "You like George, right?" She chucked her baby's chin. "Me, too."
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Much later on the same July 20th when a humid New York City day puddled into a mellow summer night, Marlene confabbed with her Slasher friend's kits.
"Cutie pies! Who's a pretty kitty? Whooooo's a pretty kitty?" Marlene spied Arcturus, a warm red glow shedding its faraway warmth on three squirming, blind blobs of baby.
"Since you ask, mukoma, chop, it was like falling off a log," began Cthulhu. "Three hours discomfort and then I could see them at last." The mother Slasher licked the milk-filled belly that still held a stub of cord. She laved until the kit resembled a wet Argyle sock on its way from a Sears clothes washer to a Samsung 220-volt dryer.
Marlene felt her way into conversing with her friend, who now owned experiences Marlene never would have. "Yeah, I was expecting to hear sounds like you yowled when you and their father Pasha-whosis got it on. Why didn't you scream? It can't have been healthy to hold everything inside. You could have busted something important."
After a moment, Cthulhu answered. "It was private and a, a little grody and nobody's business but mine. Besides, the discomfort was one third pressure, one third weird, and one third pain. I was too busy panting and pushing and licking to yowl." She paused. "Fershur, I would have scared myself out of being kief."
When the kits slumped into a pile of fluffy adorability twitching in unknowable baby dreams, the new mother covered them with a blanket of fur snatched from her own belly. Her face did not change expression, but Marlene surmised waves of iron will on the order of stay put suffused the ether.
"Let's stretch our legs," suggested Marlene. She began their excursion with a small limp.
Cthulhu noticed.
"What happened, sister?"
Marlene downplayed her owwie. "Aw, Skipper conducted physical team trials yesterday to prep us for autumn's Teambuilding Week and I'm still sore. Life as an artist didn't harden me for eight-foot leaps ending in the splits. Ow."
"Sticking with the team, it seems? Poor mukoma."
"Yeah, I'm just glad I do routines for zoo guests to keep in shape or otherwise I'd really be hurting. Let's mosey to Burt's, how about it?"
"And stop at Roy's pozzy, too. It would be bodacious to reminisce about Zimbabwe."
"You got it, lady." They made their way slowly to where huge animals lived as Marlene concluded that Operation: Galpal would always be one of the most satisfying missions in her life. Not only did she make a new friend, but they shared a motto.
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Roy whuffed the last of the golden hay from his lips before saying hello. "Hello, little mother," he said.
"Poser," riposted Cthulhu. But she smiled.
Marlene repeated what she had overheard from Maurice The Zookeeper. "Roy, your brochure photo shoot is tomorrow, let's see a big grin!" Roy had nice teeth, Marlene thought. If she weren't hot for a certain penguin, she could go for Roy. He wasn't artistic like Burt, so there could be no competition.
Cthulhu zipped from Marlene's side to the top of the habitat's brick fence, where she minced back and forth, purring. "Three little kittens, they lost their mittens," sang Roy, "and they began to cry." Okay, so his singing voice was nil but he was a nice guy.
"They cry, you know, but it's music to my ears." Cthulhu continued mincing and shaking her head at herself. "It's like my mum said, when they're yours you don't mind the noise and the work."
Roy peered at Marlene. "Do you know what she's talking about, Marlene?"
The otter's whiskers twisted into a moue. "No, and I don't expect to."
"Oh I wouldn't count you out - " began Roy.
Marlene made a meep before broadcasting loudly with outflung paws, "Roy and Cthulhu and anybody else who's listening in, I'm in love with a penguin. What are the odds we'll reproduce?"
Roy attempted to continue the topic. "I honestly think that - "
Cthulhu ended the topic. "Mukoma, don't listen to anything but your heart."
Arcturus shone as redly as before, spreading its warmth like cream cheese frosting oozing over cinnamon rolls fresh from the oven.
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