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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
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- 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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"I may not be 100 per cent yet, but I know we've got to do something about Sasquatch." Authority surged back into its old vessel and three heads turned as one to listen to what Skipper had to say. "The King of Sweden may be in danger. We have a few days to come up with a strategy. I ought to be more down the road to recovery by then."
Kowalski had been thinking without his abacus or his clipboard. "We were so invested in your care that we neglected to follow zoo gossip. My apologies, Skipper."
"Huh? Oh, sure. Prioritizing is part of leadership and we never leave a man down without help ever. Even Rockgut wouldn't have done anything different." Skipper's regained bright edge dimmed and for a moment he reminded Kowalski of the awful time when his own intelligence drained away. He still had nightmares about how hard it had been to follow the line. "There's something --- I --- I --- need to think about the worms, the, the Messy subterfuge and the Longing linus kinds --- it's bugging me --- it's a hazy feeling like when I lost my marbles --- damn that Blowhole and his mind jacker."
Seeing his commander struggle to focus, Kowalski filled his role as lieutenant. "Sir, getting back on track, options are gather more intel on how she got out of the zoo and then back in without the humans interfering. Another option is to build a support system of at least one other animal. A third option is to guard against telepathy. I suggest Rico hack up tinfoil for hats or we could scrounge through the garbage --- "
"What?" Skipper massaged his chest. "Ow. I mean, what? Where is this coming from?"
"Mythologically, she has telepathic communicating abilities with definitely other sasquatches, possibly animals and likely suggestible humans. That part is proven fact."
"Fact or myth, soldier?" Skipper honed in on the conundrum.
"Since she proves the myth truthful by existing, we need to be aware of all her capabilities. Sasquatches are said to move stealthily on big sneaky feet and leave no trace --- "
"Ahuh!" Rico emphasized.
"--- sense humans enough to stay hidden --- "
"Maybe." Skipper looked thoughtful.
"--- and emit tiny pulses of EMR to keep fleas from their fur," Kowalski finished.
"Private, you and I got up close and personal with her. I didn't see fleas, did you?"
"No, Skippa." Private looked unhappy. "Wot I saw was that I gave her plenty of chances to try to kill me and she went straight for you every time. She's a right stinkin' assassin." He turned as steely as when he dared propose a mission to stop Kuchikukan Destroyer of Worlds. "She wants you well she can't bloody have you. You're mine, I mean ours."
Skipper had been drifting once more. "What's that you say, boy ... Hugo ... I'm thinking and it's exhausting ... it must be Hugo who helps her with escapes and reentries." The clouds seemed to part for their leader. "He's got the treachery of an oldster and years of slyness, just like your Uncle Nigel."
"My Uncle Nigel is not a connivin' penguin!" Private looked wounded.
Kowalski coughed and Rico played with the pillows at Skipper's back but Skipper continued anyway. "You're saying that even though he didn't tell his own nephew about being an agent hunting the Red Squirrel for decades at a time?"
Private faced Skipper square on. "He didn't do anythin' wrong to me. Everyone needs private thoughts, Skippa. Private thoughts are, are private."
"Yes, Private. And now we move on. You know who else is moving on?"
Private crossed his flippers over his chest. "I wouldn't know, I'm sure."
"Me. I'm moving off that bleedin' massage table and back into our bunk. I'm tired. We pick this up tomorrow morning. Good start, gentlemen."
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"I did what you commissioned me for. I belong to the mountains. I'm waiting for my ticket out of here, Blowhole, and it better come soon. It ought to be easier for you now that I'm free of the suffocating primate house."
"You'll get what I promised you. I have resources. Just wait a little more."
Sasquatch keened, "My kind have waited centuries for proper treatment!" Despite her earlier statement, she stayed within range of the space heater next to the plug for the moose stable's just-installed 52-inch television. She regained a sullen look after her outburst and glared at the two-way communication hub that was supposed to stimulate her mind without being hijacked by a deranged dolphin. Åland zoo officials were as tender with her mental state as they were with the A.A.R.P. transferees.
There was only crackling and hissing from the hacked television. Moments later, a garbled mess of words penetrated the stable that used to shelter Åaland moose from extreme weather. "--- Blue Five, cease waving your claws in macho display --- no female minions to fight over, I made sure of that --- push what button, now? --- come here --- "
A clacking sound was followed by a series of ching-wheeps. "Boss, I'm overriding your input --- "
"Nobody is allowed to --- "
"There. And you're welcome."
The screen now showed a glowing red eye pulsing in a gray-on-black image of the dolphin criminal mastermind. "I figured it out, Sasquatch, no thanks to my goons. Continue. I can't wait to hear the whole story."
"He didn't scream as he fell."
"Way to go, Skipper! I always knew you had it in you, but I guess it's splattered over the forest floor now."
Disgust flavored Sasquatch's next words. "You didn't say they never swim alone. The littlest one was with him. He could have tipped the balance in the penguins' favor. It's faulty briefing, Blowhole. You need to watch that."
"Take a number, assassin. Don't forget who made you."
"And who'll unmake me?"
"I will, but it won't be in this lorry. You'll get through with the King of Sweden shenanigans and we'll spring you on the voyage to Helsinki. Wait for my signal. I'll be the one in the water."
Sasquatch's contralto turned sulky. "What if they fly me out?"
"Um, that would be the cost-conscious Finns?"
"Point taken. We agree on something at last."
Eye-rolling was really more effective with two real eyes. "Uh-huh, yeah, well, you keep thinking that. Accomplices need to."
Sasquatch bristled every bit of fur on her six-foot tall body. "Only until we get to Nepal and I don't want to be called your accomplice --- "
"You'll get back to your herd. I promised, didn't I? You've done a good job for The Cause."
Sasquatch resembled Hugo more than she knew. Her mood and her fur settled back down and a solemn, wise look came over her. "I'm only part of your big picture, but you need me to keep clear of Helsinki's scientists and their DNA testing."
"It'll happen, it'll happen. Don't get your yoffa hot."
She puher hands on her hips but only her sagittal crest's fur rose angrily. "What does that even mean? Now you're just making words up."
"There's nothing I'd rather do than chat with you, Sasquatch, but I gotta move the lorry. Even Ålander police get the wind up when a vehicle with privacy glass in the cab doesn't move after three days. Nice job painting the crying little human girl on the side, by the way. That wouldn't be you in spirit, would it? Never mind, spare me the sob story. 'Bye, Sasquatch. You've made me ditch my motto of never trust anybody with thumbs by taking out Skipper."
Sasquatch gloated, "It was a hard-won victory. Hugo said so. He's my friend."
"Yeah, whatever. Ciao."
The screen went blank except for that weird little dot that persisted. Sasquatch hunkered down over her monkey chow methodically as the evening wind from the Gulf of Bothnia swept through the stable. She nibbled a fruit dessert, but only got enthused over the moose's hay leftovers in the manger. With a growl, she eased fluidly down into a lotus position.
"Hugo. The plan is working out. I'm available if you want to chat." The heater hummed as its coils sent pulses of heat. "Hugo?"
No one could have overheard their conversation, but any observer could have seen Sasquatch's tension leave her hunched shoulders. She smiled, nodded, and grimaced over what was being communicated. At the end, she grew solemn and made three passes over her forehead. "Goodnight, my friend. Your help saved me from unspeakable contact with the humans." The normally sad expression returned to her deep-set eyes.
She curled around the space heater just far enough away not to singe her fur. The wind whistled around the outside scaffolding as if through an ice cave's dripping stalactites.
"Soon, my own, soon," she crooned to herself and settled into sleep with the imagined vision of the littlest penguin's grief replaying in her tired mind.
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TBC
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