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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
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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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Hugo untangled himself from the space heater long enough to wave a finger in Sasquatch's face from behind. She sat on the floor in front of him, facing the 52 inch television screen with the mysterious blinking white dot in its middle. "You scratch my back, I scratch yours. Take me with you to Helsinki. I'm bored here."
Sasquatch winced as she massaged her left hand with her right. "And how would I do that, my friend? I would take you if I could." She brooded on something deeper each time they met, Hugo felt, something mysterious that apes in general did not think about. He needed an interesting friend like her to stimulate his aging mind. He broke off scratching her back as he put words to observations gleaned through the long years.
"Zoos often place smaller animals in with larger ones to form unlikely friendships. The smaller animals are like their pets and stabilize them. It's shown all the time on Animal Planet."
"I don't like television."
Hugo ignored her as he swung happily onward into his arboreal heaven. "Pigs with racehorses, burros with hippos, I've even seen a kitten with a gorilla. Why not an orangutan with a Pendek Orang? Look lonely, like this" --- Sasquatch twisted around to see and Hugo pulled down the corners of his generous mouth, sighed like an Arctic blast, and made puppy-dog eyes --- "and your keeper will try anything to make you not lose appetite and be happy in your stay on Åland to impress the Swedish king and the keeper's own bosses. I'm your nearest relation and they'll remember how you perked up when you saw me as they trundled you into the back store room." He thumped his chest. "We great apes have got to stick together."
Sasquatch stretched her lips in a broken-toothed smile before she twisted back to face the TV again and he resumed scratching. "You keep saying that. I don't think it means what you think it means. I'll do what I can." She returned to solemnity. "He'll be contacting me soon. I'd rather you not get mixed up with him."
Hugo took up venerating the space heater and smoothed her pelt into rough order. He never would ask her about the ripples in her fur that did not appear curried despite all his grooming. The bald patches from her fight proved simple enough to weave the longer fur over. "I'll talk to him if it'll help me get out of here. I won't miss this place."
"I'm good now, thank you." She scooted around and the two friends sat tailor fashion with their knees touching. Sasquatch cocked her head. "How do you know Helsinki will be better? I hear it's the same climate as this place. And if you go with me where I hope to return with his help, it's still cold in wintertime in my beautiful mountains."
"I need change before I get too old to do anything about it. I don't want to die in a zoo." Hugo drew his fingers three times in front of his face. "I'll show you how much I need you."
Sasquatch put out her good hand. "No head talk now, Hugo. He's the smartest animal I know and it's better if he doesn't realize you and I can speak without words." She might have trembled, but Hugo wasn't sure. "He's got an implant for an eye and scars around it. He can see using echoes in blackest water, but he couldn't have done what I did to his enemy. I'm using him and he's using me. The sooner we don't need each other anymore, the better."
As good friends do, they tabled a troublesome subject. To Hugo's eyes, she seemed dreading the communiqué. He'd learned that she did her duty to her employer without much complaint but without joy in her work, either. He'd never had to work in a circus and so he didn't really understand needing to please others to get food or what it was like to perform in front of an audience. It was enough for him to live in his tree and think about the passage of time. He was grateful that his long-ago captors placed him in a zoo and not a research lab. No orangutan baby should have to face a shortened life in a lab. He rose sedately to his feet to stretch stiff joints with pop-pop-pops.
Hugo presented his bottom to the space heater as he placed his hands on his knees. "Ahhhh. Old bones, old soul, old everything. I'll break if I don't bend."
"Hugo, age makes us ripen. I'm no longer young and I'm content with that." Sasquatch remained seated, eyes glued to the television screen.
"My body is content, it's my mind that needs a reboot."
"Be careful for what you wish for."
Hugo gave a gift he'd given last to his mother and thought never to give again to anyone. He hugged Sasquatch so hard she nearly rolled onto her back. "Cheer up, ayam."
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"By Brahe's Elizabethan ruff, they are not attempting --- "
"They're too blinkin' old!"
"Ewwwww!"
"Options, Kowalski, quick, man!"
From across the moat four little penguins put down their night vision binoculars. They hunkered down further into the ornamental rye grass poking out of the watermelon snow in the moose habitat's planting strip. This habitat's steel fence was constructed of widely spaced bars which they could slip through but a moose or sasquatch could not. Skipper was relieved that he wouldn't need to be boosted like a hatchling yet again.
Kowalski dredged up some simian courtship knowledge. "Male orangutans hoot long, lonely calls throughout the forest when they're in a romantic mood to which females swarm. Or don't." His face fell until Rico poked him. "And we didn't hear any calls," he went on, "unless Sasquatch initiated a love fest through telepathy --- "
"Ah bup bup bup! I don't want to go there. Besides, she's hurting. Even mammals know when to take a break, sheesh."
"Skipper, it's been one full week today. You are feeling better and she may be more like us birds than we think. Fast healing, you know?" It was a darker night than usual, but Kowalski could still make out his commander's scowl. "Like us in that way only, I mean."
Skipper snorted. "Keep it real, Kowalski. Rico, verify visuals. Now. We'll have the advantage if we catch the two of them unawares while they're occupied with each other. Hugo's presence may not be the speedbump I thought it was." Just like that, Skipper's battle mind formed a new plan. When he'd first spotted the orangutan schmoozing with Sasquatch, he'd ditched his original action scenario and replaced it with me and Rico on Sasquatch, Private and Kowalski on Hugo.
Hugo was an unknown factor in combat with his aged cunning and still prominent yellow incisors a force to be reckoned with. Add long arms that could reach like nobody's business and couple them with strong grasping hands with opposable thumbs and you had menace times two. Dammit, I'm not up to snuff yet after a whole week goldbricking around, thought Skipper, so I'll have to run Routine Thirty-Two: Confuse And Distract while Rico engages her. He looked to Rico expectantly.Rico swallowed hard and obeyed. He observed for one full minute without commenting.
"No details! I don't want details I'd need brain bleach for! Just tell me what they're up to but no details!"
Rico shrugged. He mimed warming his flippers before a fire and gave Skipper the gentlest hug he'd ever bestowed on his brothers in black and white, Miss Perky, a stick of dynamite, or his stuffed bear.
"Hugging and staying warm? That's it?"
"Ahuh."
"From this observation, we may conclude they're friends and likely nothing more." Kowalski scanned the sky as he calculated star movement. "Still quite some time before sunup. Orders, sir?"
Skipper thought fast. "You all investigate the terrain surrounding this moose habitat. I want full disclosure on what each new structure the Finns placed here does before we confront Sasquatch and her pal." Paranoia seeped back after a week-long hiatus. "Finns are related to Danes, and you know what they're capable of."
Kowalski felt obliged to fill in for Skipper's weakness in political matters and as usual went too far. "The Finnish language is in a completely different linguistic group from Danish and the Suomi government stresses fitting well into the structural system unlike the more individualistic Danes. Åland currently is under Finnish administration but its humans speak Swedish. Finland was the eastern part of the Swedish Kingdom for 800 years. The Danes have ginormous ties with Norway because Norway was a Danish dominion for 400 years and don't get me started on Karelia --- "
Skipper growled and Kowalski shut up. Private either was braver tonight than usual or he wanted to change the subject from confronting Sasquatch.
"Actually, Skippa, you've never shared why the Danes are after you --- "
"And I won't start tonight! Head out. I need time to think. Report in ten." He sulled up, tapping his beak and frowning.
Like the Central Park Zoo's chameleons, the team faded from sight. Ten minutes later, they found Skipper entrenched in the same mood. Kowalski poked the bear first. "Um, the Porta Pottis are for --- "
"Aaaand Captain Obvious strikes again. Rico?"
Rico pointed to the triad of bleachers and sat in the watermelon snow.
"Brilliant. Private?"
"The banner has words on it. Also a blue and gold flag."
"Outstanding. Can any of you geniuses tell me what this does?" Skipper pointed to a metal rectangle two penguins long and half a penguin deep that was affixed to the fence at half a human high.
Kowalski scurried to bring his field glasses into play without showing himself in the open. "It doesn't look new," he stated defensively. "Same metal as the fence. Electrical shock feature to deter escapes? That doesn't seem like the kindly Scandinavians. Holder for moose treats? Possibly."
"Don't give me possibly. Take Rico and recon. I need answers before I put any of us at risk without good intel."
Kowalski and Rico saluted. Skipper sketched a returning salute and watched as Kowalski and Rico slid over the snow, peered around before exiting the grassy cover and formed a two-penguin tower with Kowalski up top. Kowalski squinted at a logo of a moose. "It's just a nameplate for the habitat. Why isn't it the same as the one for ours?" he muttered for only Rico's earholes. There was a simple lock next to the logo. He inched his flipper tip inside and turned. Instead of the rectangle opening, a booming voice broke the night quietude. "DET ÅR ÅLGEN BRUCE. DET ÅR ÅLGEN BRUCE. DET ÅR ÅLGEN BRUCE..." He gasped as he turned the lock back again and toppled off Rico as echoes reverberated.
Facing Skipper would not be easy.
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TBC
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