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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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- 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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Skipper had never more appreciated Rico's innate talent for producing just what was needed on a mission. The night vision binoculars proved outstanding. "Private, where away?"
"Three o'clock! Between the Porta Pottis and the third bleacher!"
It took a great deal to make Skipper lose his poise. "That's either a raccoon or the second biggest rat I've ever seen! It might even be a badger!"
"Oh no! I can't get away from the bleedin' things even up here!"
"No raccoons around here and no badgers this far north, Skipper. What's it doing?" Kowalski panned the area for any additional unexpected creatures. Where there was one rat, there were usually others. From the underside of the portico's roof, the hibernating bats rustled in their sleep. It would have been expedient to use them as air recon, but they would dream batty winter dreams for yet another month.
"It's got a telescope aimin' straight up now, K'walski, but it was watchin' us."
Kowalski sounded suspicious. "I've spotted it now. Stargazing? Only the Ploughman and the Bears can shine through the ice haze. It'll be lucky if it can spot Arcturus tonight, even."
"Hold off, men. Give it some time. It might be a nature lover out for the evening." Thirty more minutes passed with nothing alarming happening. The group settled in for a long wait with Skipper unashamedly resting against the low brick planter just inside the portico overhang. The watermelon snow slush inside the planter showed an odd color in night vision binoculars.
Kowalski surreptitiously gauged the time by calculating the movement of what faint stars he could see. Sasquatch's habitat appeared a play yard from one hundred feet away. Next to the darkened stable, the scaffolding awaited an exhibition of brachiation and the lone pine tree in an extremely small grassy area sported a tire swing similar to Bada and Bing's. Kowalski supposed it had been added for Sasquatch to exercise on for the crowds and the king due in a little over one full day, unless moose used it for head-butting practice. He frowned. The humans were treating her as if she were a common ape when she was so much more. He didn't have a solution for what to do with her and that bothered the commando in him, although the scientist part said experiment, hypothesize, and theorize. The scientist and commando spoke together with then kick her where the sun doesn't shine if she threatens any of us.
After vibrating like a subwoofer in Pink Floyd's Another Brick In The Wall with the urge to act, Rico stepped forward to investigate the rat-like creature even without direct orders, but Kowalski pulled him aside. "Otect-pray Ipper-skay."
"Aw yeah ah-huh." Rico pointed to the inoffensive astronomer and mimed using a chain saw coupled with an overkilling batch of TNT. "Brzzzzzhmmmmzmmzmmzapkaboom."
"Rico, I realize that Skipper's compromised condition has you on edge, but you just can't go around kaboom!ing everything and everyone. Leave some room for doubt, okay, buddy?"
"Routine Two, gentlemen. Routine Two." Rico and Kowalski jumped. If Skipper could appear behind them without them noticing, he must be almost back to his old self.
"Right, sir."
Routine Two: Peace Out came from Skipper's hero, Buck Rockgut. Skipper had lectured them numerous times mimicking Buck's over-the-top gruff manner. "Listen up, cupcakes. In any unit there'll be someone you want to kick in the face. That's damaging to personnel, counterproductive to the mission, and demoralizing to your fellow soldiers. What you do, is" --- and Skipper had managed to stride right up each of their fronts to get tight in their faces --- "waddle a mile through the woods with someone you don't like." He'd backed off then and they returned to parade rest.
He'd clasped his flippers behind him to offer a rare philosophical tenet with Rockgut's raspy voice. "This teaches nancy cats like you two things: one, that you'll not like everyone you have to be around, and two, the possibility of peace is doable." At that point, Skipper always returned to his usual voice to add, "This isn't my entire viewpoint, but it's close. For instance, I like all of you but I don't want to give you a pebble or nothing." Kowalski sometimes wanted to ask who do you want to give a pebble to, Skipper but then Private generally chirped hold on hold on go over that part again are you puttin' this on the test and the moment passed. He jolted back to the present when the astronomer closed up his telescope, stashed it under a saltspray rose bush, and approached them in the usual calm step of a large rodent.
"Stand fast, men. We have a right to be here."
"Dot's vun vine instrument you haff dere, mind if I take a look?" Kowalski shuttled through options: hairless tail, large twitching whiskers, solid color coat thinning a little on the skull. A rat of middle years. Next to the Rat King, the biggest rat he'd seen.
"It's a decent night for observing. Kowalski, give him yours." Kowalski handed over the field glasses and the rat bowed in a Continental fashion before taking them. He looked upwards first.
"Arcturus iss shy tonight, ja? Ve can see de stars best if de aurora iss gone und de moon obscured. Doze big gaudy dings black out de stars vhich are our guiding lights. Ve only haff vun life to live und de stars are best to guide it. Und den dere iss dis gray haze tonight for de hell of it, pfah."
"Kowalski, take over. I don't speak scientist."
"Yes. It's a night for staying inside, really. What are you doing out here?"
The rat handed the glasses back. "Call me Ole. I'm a Norvegian rat on my vay to spread peace in Stockholm."
Kowalski introduced Ole to his team. Skipper was letting him run with the ball this time. Confidence in his lieutenant's ability, or temporary weakness? He shoved the worry to a far corner of his overactive mind and continued. "Stockholm is fairly peaceful, Ole. Don't you think you'll be unnecessary?"
Ole smoothed his whiskers. "Nei. In de animal kingdom, peace iss hard to come by. I vork vit animals in de cities. Vhich is vhere you are vrom, ja?"
"A big city, Ole. How did you know?" Skipper straightened from where he was leaning against the brick planter and grunted. He brushed off Rico's eagerness to help. "I'm all right, stop fussing."
Kowalski remembered that rat vision was secondary to their scenting ability when Ole leaned close to Skipper and sniffed. "I smell pain und I see vounds. Vot happened to you, my boy? For de qvestion, I vigured you for de night life of cities und out rambling tonight like me, since you are day birds, not like de owls."
Skipper crossed his flippers over his sore chest. He jerked his head in the moose habitat's direction. "Sasquatch happened."
There was no shock in Ole's voice. "So. She iss fiolent. I am not surprised dot she vouldn't talk vit me." He appeared to reach a conclusion. "I see I must move along to Stockholm right avay." He looked over his shoulder at Sasquatch's large habitat. "She iss contained und scheduled for deportation, ja? Den vhy are you here?"
"We ... help animals. Humans, too, on the QT." Skipper pushed for intel. "Did she look like she was planning to do harm to the King of Sweden? Or anyone Swedish, Finnish, or even Danish? Anyone?"
Ole said calmly, "Nei. She looked like she vas harmed. She iss missing teeth und vur und she tried to hide it vrom me, but her pinkie vas broken on her left hand." He peered at Skipper's toes. "Like dat owwie you haff down dere, but vorse."
The team erupted in muted cheers.
"Yayyyy!"
"Oh yeah, baby, I mean sir!"
"Yowzahhh!"
Skipper puffed out his chest, said "Ouch," and stopped. "Yeah, that would be us."
Ole's whiskers drooped. "My vork goes on. Stop und look at her. She suffers an inside owwie like I'fe neffer seen. Don't push back dis time, young penguin," he said and Private looked confused, but Ole was regarding Skipper. "Leaf dings be."
"Ole, I just can't do that. I have a mission --- "
"Stuff de mission. Vork for peace." He placed a paw on Skipper's shoulder. "Don't be like de humans. Do you know vhat dey call me when dey see me, vell, right bevore I run avay? Ratzilla. Do I look like a monster to you?"
Private spoke up. "Anythin' but, Ole. Spread the peace."
Ole nodded in farewell. "I go now."
"Good luck, Ole." Skipper had nothing more to add as Ole departed, leaving his telescope behind.
They waited another half hour before acting.
"Tough shiitake mushrooms, Ole. Move out, squad." Skipper led the way.
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TBC
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