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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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The old Frances bullied the new Frances as she tested her mini welder. Her audience of five remained ominously still, or was it attentively learning? She rolled her shoulders inside her protective coveralls. Thank Kaiju for YouTube instructional videos! The one showing how to make a spot welder using a car battery proved simple and true; as a zookeeper, she'd never had to do the grunt work of maintenance, but earning a minor in Art mean that she'd learned basic electricity in order not to fry herself or her classmates in Metal Sculpture 1A. The mini welder joined two thin slips of copper satisfactorily and she put it down to pick up her pipe bender.
The disconnected armature for Genderblender took shape as Chango demanded. Frances blended curves and spirals with nary a straight length in the pile of tubes. Chango's wrath dominated during Frances' final invocation with burning thoroughwort; the gentle, confusion-clearing nature of the herb vanished when Chango planted revenge for outrage in Frances' soul last night. That had surprised her, because she'd thought all her butt hurt feelings over being fired were of the past and they were not. But they will take form as the savage nature of childhood, Chango burned into her brain as the incense smoldered, and you will exorcise them as the boys and girls shriek like wild spirits in the woods. Make art of savage, untamed feelings that children experience before their filters overtake them.
She'd never borne children and never expected to; did that make her immature? Could her personality help her understand children's purity? Saint Barbara paired with Chango in Frances' beliefs and the two women were virgins both, strong and independent in a way that made Chango respect them enough not to put the moves on them. At least, that was Frances' theory when she thought hard enough about it. Frances' vague idea of crafting "something to do with kiddies" hardened into purpose.
Now just how all this was to be conveyed in bright copper tubular shapes was up to Frances. It was the direction of emotion and sense of being right that drove her today, because Chango and all the rest of the gods never used words. Their communication rippled through the chasm between her world and theirs in thought-feelings, as she called them. The smell of incense, the chanting in time with the bongos and the exuberant dancing she indulged in last night made the downstairs neighbor bang on her ceiling, but she didn't care. The vision was true.
"Hey, Miss Frances, whatcha doon? C'n I help?"
"Stand back, bye! This be bilin' hot right soon!" The kid's big brown eyes reflected no hurt surprise; obviously, he'd been yelled at before. Frances put down the bender and used her helmet to cover the spot welder from curious eyes. Curious fingers would be next, and she couldn't have that. Was this boy sent from Chango? "Hey, nooooow, hey. Maaaybe you caaan. What's your name?"
He was eight or so, a knit cap over his curls and the rest of him jacketed and booted well in autumn's chilly morning. If she had to place him on her scale of wealth, his guardians or parents were of middling income. She peered around for an adult with the usual Papa or Mama Wolf expression, ready to pounce if she looked dangerous. The bus driver from a while back waved at her without interrupting his conversation with a pal. Oh, that one.
"Dexter."
"And do you have a laaboratorey, Dexter?" She laughed, secure in her knowledge of Nickelodeon's programs that gained her entry into Kid World.
The kid was quick on the uptake. "Yeah, but I don't have a sister."
Sister? Her knowledge of the show didn't extend that far, so she bluffed in her usual fashion. "Thaat's not to say you won't have one in futuuure, bye, but the future is hazy-like. Here, tell me something."
He looked flattered at the attention from an adult, too young yet to show caution in situations like this. "Okay!"
"Do you hate annnnybody?"
"N-Not really. Mommy says not to hate anybody, no matter what."
"Mmm, your Mama be wise. But, bye, if you did hate anybody, who would it beee?"
A cloud of temper drifted over his face, as she had felt it would. "Marilyn. She sits at the desk across from me and I can't stand her." He pouted. "She's always getting B's."
The dad or whatever he was looked at the two of them conversing, smiled and went back to chatting up his pal. "I see in your futuuure at least one B, maaaybe more." A bright smile showed Dexter's growing in front teeth, widely gapped. She decided to make use of Chango's gift. With his volatile temper, he might take back the gift any minute now. "Dexter, take this skinny coppery piece and show me how you feeeel when Marilyn gets another B. I'll show you how first."
Frances put on her work gloves, grasped either end of a three foot section of tubing, and made her war face. "Aaaaargh!" She twisted and the tube turned into a C. "Annnnghttt!" A kink in the malleable metal formed, then eight more. When she was done, the tubing looked like a lightning bolt from Chango himself. How freeing this was! She helped Dexter on with the gloves.
Dexter's hands in the big gloves held the tube clumsily. With an encouraging wink, Frances gestured to him to cut loose. He strained and the tube curved slightly. He looked at her for approval; she shrugged and winked again. A war whoop erupted as he slammed the tube on the ground again and again. He stood on one end of the C he'd formed and twisted with all his strength. The spiral pleased both him and Frances. She squeezed his shoulder as three members of her audience applauded and the fourth member approached. "Bye, goood job."
"What's going on, Miss Frances?" The dad gripped Dexter's shoulders from behind in a bracing, supportive move. Dexter removed the gloves and handed them back to Frances shyly.
"Your bye helped me maaake art, baby. Take proper care of his talent, you and your missus." Now that the boy and the man were closer, she could see a strong family resemblance. Dexter looked straight up at the kind face.
"I had fun, Daddy!"
"That's what we came for, son. Tell Miss Frances goodbye." He fished in his wallet. "You can put this in the kitty on our way out." Dexter took the bills and was off already onto the next exhibit. Frances' smile was genuine as the man nodded and made his way along, too.
Ten minutes later, Frances' helmet obscured her face as she started up her spot welder once more. She shoved Chango to the back of her mind as she soldered the base of what would become Genderblender, Dexter's spiral and her own lightning bolt forming an ell. What came next would be the other parts of the base, not a boring squared off structure but a triangle, or dodecahedron, or whatever revealed itself to her artistic spirit. How neatly everything was coming together! Chango showed how females and males alike can wield power, and if Saint Barbara and he put their mojo to good use, she would finish her art piece by December 4th, the feast for them both.
It was all in the lap of the gods, and who knew what would happen when they stood up?
IIOIOIOIO
"Frankie, I got up early on Black Friday to secretly meet with you on a solo mission. This had better be worth climbing a tree in the park for. Tell your posse to shuffle way out on the branches to get out of earholeshot."
"Hey, evvabody, do what he says, for now. Getting back to youse, palio, youse still guarding dat feather I brungya from da legendary Crystal Falcon?"
"Er, yeah, it's safe in the lair. It never leaves our sight when we're home. Is that what you got your tailfeathers in a twist about? Come on, I got important things to do today."
"Like what?"
"None of your beeswax."
"Fuhgeddaboudit. Youse don't trust me, I don't trust youse."
"We're done. Watch out below, you flockers, penguin coming through."
"Nah, don't rappel away yet. Okay, here's da deal. Da Commissioner fired Blondie --- "
"Frances Alberta?"
" --- da one and only --- and she's gone nutso, tryna look like a tropic boid with her blue hair and acting like some Jamaica dame. No, I don't mean Jamaica, Noo Yawk. She's building a lightning rod ta fry our city, yours and mine, penguin! It's only began but I thought youse oughta know and put da kibosh onnit. I saw it by air flying ta da park yestiddy uh I was flying, not da rod."
"Hmmmm, lightning rods are safety features. We penguins are all about safety, for others, anyway."
"Did I say lightning rod? I meant a weapon, like something out of da weapons lab dat bozo Hans breaks inta alla time."
"How do you know Hans? Are you in cahoots with him? You ought to know he can't be trusted, but then neither can you, so forget I said anything."
"Him and me yakked it up oncet, he'd like ta be friends witchoo but he says you're so hard ta talk ta."
"I don't give a flying purple braap about Hans or you, so live with it. But hey, thanks for the intel. There might be something to investigate when we get back from the Magical Mystery Tour On The Crystal Feather Quest."
"Youse going on da Quest? Really? Wow, thanks!"
"Naw, just yanking your chain. Later. Coming through, gangway!"
"He gone, Frankie?"
"Yeah."
"Youse prank him like youse said?"
"Yeah."
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