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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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Two days later at evening Entertain The Invalid time, Kowalski followed Private's knock-knock joke with a shaggy dog story about a miniature golf foursome. In the wavering light from their 52-inch television set to an unused channel, he wove the tale of glass eyes, wooden legs, bone china doorknockers, antimacassars, and Super Glue into a saga and deliberately made his voice sing-song in a rising and falling wave like a series of breakers caressing Wailea Beach. He evaded the punchline of "Well, I stayed two under par, but for the last five holes, it was hit the ball, drag Ethel, hit the ball, drag Ethel." Routine Number Seven: Bore To Pieces succeeded and Skipper began to nod sleepily when discomfort passed over his face. He blinked as if waking from a disturbing dream.
Rico leaped up from his sprawl on the floor. "Want 'op buckt, 'Kippah?"
"No, I'm finished needing that. Just help me in there." Private opened the door to the latrine and Rico steadied Skipper in a slow shuffle forward. "Thanks, men. Group hug?"
There was never seen such a flutter of penguin activity in either the Central Park Zoo or the Åland Zoo, but Kowalski stuck out both flippers like a New York Rangers blueliner and blocked Skipper from the pressure of an embrace from Rico and Private. "Better not. Bad idea." He could have sworn that his commanding officer teared up.
"You're always thinking of my good, soldier." The door to the latrine closed behind Skipper.
Private completed the group hug. "Yaayyyyy, Skippa's better!"
Rico's joyous "FIIIIIIISH!" came from nowhere as it always did when he was extra happy. He scooped Private and Kowalski into the air and squeezed hard.
After a grin that nearly cracked his beak, Kowalski got his feet back on the ground literally and figuratively. He frowned. "Our commander's not himself yet psychologically. It's taking longer than I calculated it would."
"Go with the flow, K'walski, and stop speculatin'," murmured Private. "Be happy he's alive."
"I mean it. Did a group hug sound like Skipper?"
Rico made mountain shapes with his flippers and hooted foghorn noises. The mournful sounds penetrated the latrine to a "What was that?" from Skipper.
"Never mind, practicing a new joke, let us know when you're done," hollered back Kowalski.
"Keep it down, everyone, Rico's right," Private whispered to the others. "It's natural that Skippa be a little changed after nearly divin' into the Eternally Foggy Sea surroundin' the Endless Iceberg." He patted Rico on the shoulder and saw the worried frown turn upside down. "We should not think about it any more." There was a moment of silence as they all thought about it some more.
Private acted as morale officer, as usual. "Hang on, hang on, telly! Everythin's better with telly. Let's see wot's scheduled."
Kowalski took a turn helping Skipper back to the massage-table-turned-sickbed as Private flipped the remote to Rico. Skipper clutched a ratty shawl about his shoulders and allowed his team to plump around him cold-weather nightwear left over from the zoo's Sleepover For Successful Second-Graders lost and found bin. Soon he nestled like a pasha perched on plushy, patterned pillows amid his harem. He smoothed his Snuggie over his belly. "Isn't this downtime nice, team? It's nice. I like it," Skipper said in his new quavery invalid's voice. "Let's watch a nice program on TV."
Rico's worry face returned. He punched the remote. When Skipper got a sublime look at the classical music channel, Kowalski stepped in.
"Give me that."
"Nuh uh." Rico kept punching different channels. One after another program displayed from the British feed flicked by with titles such as Bird Watching Extravaganza, Advanced Basket Weaving, Toddlers Tickle Theatre, and Painting-by-Numbers for Dummies, each to a benign smile from his leader. At last, Nature: Red In Tooth And Claw Hour popped up and he settled in at Skipper's feet to watch. A Cape buffalo cow turned the tables on an attacking lioness with a savage charge of black horns and the screen filled with bellows and roars far over 100 decibels.
Skipper drew one flipper over his eyes and turned away. "Not listening, la dee dee dooo tra la la, find something else."
Kowalski grabbed the remote from Rico. "Hatchling steps, I told you." He surfed the channels like the deft aquatic bird he was. "Here." The BBC News: Polite Version came on in time-delayed form. "You can look now, Skipper." Skipper seemed absorbed in the new feathers coming in near his wounds. He rubbed at the tiny white nubs dappling the regrowing skin. "Skipper?"
"Huh?"
"I never thought I'd say these words: Skipper, focus. You're drifting."
There was no alarm in the quavery voice, and that in itself was alarming. "That's a bad thing? You all wanted to stop and smell the blåklocka. I am." Again the bland smile. Skipper used to hate smiling. Kowalski wanted the smile back again when it was replaced with a small frown. "I am remembering that right, right? Now and then things get fuzzy." The smile returned. "It probably doesn't matter. Whose turn is it to preen me before bedtime?"
"Mine!"
"Aye!"
"No! It's mi-um. Eh, I'm on for tomorrow, if you're still not up to the task." Kowalski checked Skipper's forehead for the umpteenth time in five days. "Sure you're not feeling hot?"
"Nah. You worry too much, compadre. Watch TV and relax like me." The group settled in like two sets of Netflix couples: Skipper easing towards sleepy-bye time, Rico likewise, Private alert as if he were taking mental notes on the news, and Kowalski checking Skipper's pulse without letting him know.
The newscaster was nothing like Chuck Charles or Bonnie Chang. She wore spectacles, she dressed her ginger hair in a practical bowl cut, and she was pushing sixty from the wrong direction. "This is Gavina Formes reporting Polite News As It Transpires. Trouble in the Balkans again, trouble in the Mideast again, trouble in the Falklands again. See these and other stories on our main BBC feed. For nearby news that won't give you dyspepsia, let's turn to our European overview. France has placed an escalating tax on cheeses depending on their smelliness. Connoiseurs of fragrant comestibles are concerned. Liechtenstein has entered the competition for hosting future Olympics, although whether in the Summer or Winter Games is unknown. Everyone agrees that Liechtenstein is long overdue for international attention and the BBC wishes the tiny land the very best of luck. Turning northward, this just in: Iceland joins Svalbard in reporting sightings of Antarctic ice worms in Arctic environments."
Gavina leaned forward, tapping her notes against the table. She displayed agitation, although it was hard to tell. "These large ice worms show signs of catastrophic tampering with their genome by global warming, oil spills, or worse. There are no live captures of these iceberg creatures as yet and eyewitness reports lack reliable photographic evidence. One YouTube upload was found to be an ordinary leech filmed against a mockup of a miniaturized human great toe. One moment." She leaned to one side. "Who wrote this?"
Skipper stirred out of his somnolence. "Worms? On icebergs?"
"You remember, Skipper. Ice worms live on ice and humans only discovered them a little over a century ago." Kowalski puffed his feathers out pridefully, thinking that Skipper would do the same. "We've known about them forever, of course." He couldn't figure out Skipper's mood lately and it bothered him when his leader didn't join in with "Stupid mammals!" Could the brush with death have affected the mind as well as the body? He remained uncertain with Skipper's next words.
"I'm --- there's something I'm forgetting --- oh never mind. It's probably not important. I like her style, boys, but she needs someone to banter with, don't you all think so?" Skipper hummed Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime off-key until they shushed him.
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