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Watermelon Snow
By : pronker
Category: +M through R > Penguins of Madagascar
Views: 2672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I make no profit from this fanfiction using the Penguins of Madagascar characters owned by Dreamworks. -
Chapter List
- 1-Watermelon Snow
- 2-2/50
- 3-3/50
- 4-4/50
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- 24-24/50
- 25-17-18/50 SLASH INTERLUDE BETWEEN CH. 17 AND 18. AU ON 'WATERMELON SNOW'
- 26-24A/50 SLASH VERSION OF CH. 24 FOR KICKS AND GIGGLES *** AU ***
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At the grim sight, Kowalski was mesmerized, dazed, and thirty per cent admiring that this much blood could be lost and his commander still live. "It's like watermelon snow," he murmured.
Rico's resounding slap rocked Kowalski backwards but only kissed Private. "'S bluuudddd!"
"Skippa! Wot do we do about Skippa!"
Why, command was easy, after all. A refresher course wouldn't be necessary. "Rico, shut up that bird, I don't care how. Private, you did well." Kowalski looked closer. "You're hurt, too?"
Private was hyper now that he no longer had to be strong alone. "It's nothin'! Wot do we do, oh wot do we do?"
"First things first. We get him back to HQ --- oh drat our temporary HQ --- but before that" --- Kowalski got a look that Private had never before seen --- "who did this?"
"Sasquatch! She's bleedin' insane!"
Rico came back from discussing matters with the bird. He blew away three speckled feathers that stuck to his beak. "Ah-kwatch?"
"She was odd, but I never thought she'd" --- Kowalski triaged his commander with a look --- "Rico, track her. There's no telling what she's capable of and her mythical abilities alone make the blood run cold --- "
Rico crossed his flippers over his chest, spared Skipper a grieving look and growled, "Nuh uh."
It was time for last ditch tactics. "Skipper would want you to."
"Irty pool, man." The look between the two promised future repercussions. Rico took off in the direction that Private pointed.
Private slid his right flipper all the way into Skipper's pit and looked to Kowalski to do the same. "Righto then, let's yomp."
Kowalski nearly popped his left flipper out of its socket when he rotated it from inside Skipper's opposite pit to support the head as well, but then Private's flipper tip cupped his and they lifted the dead weight jointly. They set off for Åland Zoo.
IOIOIOIOIO
Rico caught up to them when they took a breather by the deserted lorry. The speed of his sliding approach dazzled Kowalski as did the sense of penguin strength and purpose. "Private, stay with Skipper and let me know if anything changes." Private was nearly swooning with weariness and he made no protest as Kowalski gestured Rico to huddle with him some distance away. Like Superbowl 50 gladiators, the two pushed heads together and shared information in subdued voices as they wrapped flippers around each other's shoulders. "Rico, report."
"Awwwww braap."
"Never mind the swearing! No luck tracking her?" Rico put a flipper on his brow and squinted to mime looking hard, sniffed ferociously to show how he had really tried to pick up her scent, produced a masticated pine cone to demonstrate how he'd attempted to taste her trail, and then he shook his head. He looked crushed. At Kowalski's next expression, he looked devastated and his flippers fell to his side.
Kowalski sighed. "It's all right. We've got enough on our hands. She's probably miles away by now. Take Private's place on Skipper's other side. We'll get him back in the zoo, or my name isn't Science Guy." Rico still looked glum. "Come on, big fella. We'll do it together. Private, you're on point. Double time, harch! Hup hup hup hup ---"
Private's exhausted pace dictated their speed until Rico huffed and draped the junior member over one shoulder. With the other flipper, he hauled Skipper and by sliding, waddling and scooting on the icy patches, the four made it back to their habitat.
IOIOIOIOIO
The doorless entry to the HQ made Kowalski appreciate Scandinavian minimalism as never before when he backed down the ramp carrying his share of Skipper. There was a lot of knowledge crammed into Kowalski's cranium and he didn't always need his abacus. "Symptoms?" he asked Private. The brief rest over Rico's shoulder had revitalized the young penguin.
Private rattled off all he knew in a breathless gabble. "He bounced once in mud oh it were tango uniform and then he fell onto flippin' rocks but they were covered in fluffy white snow that turned red and and and when I tried to move him he s-s-said hurts to breathe ow not the stomach ow not the chest neither don't touch the left side ouch."
"You got there just in time." They heaved Skipper onto the massage table. "Let's leave him here and not in your bunk so we can all be around him to ease, well, whatever comes next. Um, put his head here and the other end over the face hole, just in case he needs to, you know." Kowalski waxed optimistic. "But there's hope, Private! You say there was pain at deep breaths and in the chest, stomach, and particularly the left side?"
Private nodded because he was beyond words. He placed Skipper's pillow from their bunk underneath his head.
"It's the spleen. It must be. If it's just bruised, he's in luck and so are we. If it's crushed --- then --- then. Eh, onward." He snapped "Medico bag!" to Rico, who obliged. The bag produced tape, bandages, antiseptic ointment, splints and a blue box of Q Tips. Kowalski hurled the Q Tips away with all his strength and the box clattered to the farthest corner of the habitat. "Why are these in here? We don't have ears!"
Rico looked down as if ashamed that he didn't always have control over what came out of his gullet. Skipper's body was soon festooned with Band-Aids covered with pink lunacorns in several collectable poses. "I'll remove the insect jaws since the bleeding has stopped. Brilliant use of survival techniques in the field, Private."
The praise failed to evoke a smile. "He's not movin', K'walski."
"He's totally out of it. It's better this way. Now we wait." Kowalski gestured to Private's soiled front. "Clean yourself, soldier. Don't want him waking up and thinking you're on sick call, too, do you?" After pushing a shiny tube into Private's limp grasp, he ushered him to the wide bunk that was kitty-corner to his and Rico's and made him sit. "Put this antiseptic ointment on those cuts down there, or do you want me to do it?"
Private squeezed out a ribbon of ointment and rubbed. "I can handle it myself. I've got to, now."
IOIOIOIO
The day passed as slowly as one could expect. Few souls traversed the zoo and Kowalski overheard the penguin feeder talking with Imelda's keeper about hardy and hearty Ålanders heading happily to half-frozen harbors for ice skating on a local holiday.
"Hmmph, go away and stay away, humans. I need all my strength for more important things than looking cute and cuddly," grumped Kowalski. He made Rico and Private eat their allotment of fish alongside him despite none of them having appetites. He made them promise that they all would rest tonight and that holding watch was unnecessary. He hoped to the Sky Spirits that he didn't believe in that he was right about Skipper's options in staying alive.
By nightfall Skipper's breathing turned ragged and he was restless. Kowalski directed them to gather around the massage table to say goodbye, or not. He turned the television to an unused channel to provide staticky, flickering light. If their team were to suffer devastation in the next hour, he didn't want even the pixelated images of humans invading their grief.
It might do some good for Skipper to hear his second's analysis. Even if this day were his final one, he'd know before the end that his team did all they could to save him. Both Dr. Phil and Dr. Oz had stated repeatedly that the sense of hearing was the last to go.
Kowalski began, "Skipper's extra layer of abdominal, um, muscle saved him from further internal damage."
"F-F-Fatal damage?"
"I'm afraid so, Private. We all came very close to losing him at the scene."
Rico whacked his head over and over against their 52-inch television, squawking something even Kowalski couldn't interpret.
Private's beak quivered. "W-Will he recover and be like before?"
"Pssshhh, he's Skipper! He's got to."
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"He's sayin' some real words! Yayyy! We're here for you, Skippa!"
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"Wot?"
Kowalski leaned in. "He says --- "
Rico almost cracked the television screen, as if the tension in their habitat weren't Moho Layer deep already. Kowalski exploded.
"Oh, come on, Rico! Now is not the time! And Great Newton's Apple, Private, get a grip!"
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Kowalski cleared his throat after swallowing hard. "He says that, that homeschooling is bad because you don't have friends. He s-says to be like him and how happy he is with the five of us." He put his flippers over his face and bowed his head. "Oh, no. I can't stand this! He thinks there are six penguins living in Central Park Zoo!"
"Maybe he's not our Skippa any more, K'walski --- "
Rico crossed his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and smacked Private a good one upside the head. "Nvahhhhh. Manf--- Manfr--- "
"Of course! Silly us. He's countin' in Manfredi and Johnson. Poor Skippa, he always took losin' them so hard ... say somethin' nice to him, I can't talk right now ..."
Kowalski blotted his face dry and leaned down further. "Skipper. Skipper. Hear me. Manfredi and Johnson are gone. The tsunami was just too powerful for their pool noodles to be of any use. You did all you could."
Skipper tossed and turned on his hard pillow until his breathing evened out.
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Rico put his two cents in. "Lem be." He swept a flipper around Kowalski and led him away to their bunk.
"Tell me if he opens his eyes," Kowalski added over his shoulder, "but we need to let him rest now."
Private hurried his gaze back to his commander. "Skippa, you're goin' to be right as rainbows. Where you are, there'll be Manfredis and Johnsons and lunacorns and monster trucks for a little while until you're ready to come back to us." He pecked Skipper on the cheek. "Rest well. Feel better soon." He trudged away towards his solitary bunk.
He came back. "Sweet dreams."
He walked away again.
He came back again. "Sleep tight, don't let the --- "
"Private, while Skipper is on medical leave I am in command and I order you to go to --- what's that you say, Rico? Move over?"
Private retraced his steps and slipped in between the two. "Thanks, Rico."
It was a long night, not as long as the night when Manfredi and Johnson vanished forever, but close.
IOIOIOIOIO
TBC
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