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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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- 23-23/50
- 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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"Blue Two, initiate rodent repellent sonics. Oh, don't crab about having to work! Even though you are a ... crab." Sounds must have emitted from the television although nobody in Skipper's vicinity reacted. "There. Don't say I never gave you anything, Sasquatch. Now where were we?"
Sasquatch passed her hand in front of her face three times as Skipper noted the first signs of real emotion he'd seen in her, not counting battle rage. She appeared to be at the end of her rope. Maybe business meetings were not her forte.
Then came that voice that sounded the same in Seaville, Shanghai, the Arctic, New York City and the hottest reaches of cactus-strewn desert. "What are you doing? Don't go all fema-a-a-ale on me and faint, Sasquatch. Get hold of yourself." Blowhole sounded flustered. Skipper thought his laser eye was strobing from the way that red light pulsed on Sasquatch's face. He wanted to see more of the transmission and maybe get clues to its place of origin, but no way was he going to out himself to Blowhole at this point. He needed to gain strength before any up close and personal dealings with that nutcase. If all went well, maybe he wouldn't need to do anything. Sasquatch seemed disenchanted with the whole mysterious deal and might wreak hideous sasquatch-y revenge like what happened on Death Mountain, solving both his villain-y problems. One could only hope, but if all went pear-shaped in the next few minutes, he had the best team available to him. He couldn't see Rico or Kowalski, yet their presence felt like money in the bank gathering ten per cent interest.
Private remained staunchly at his side in statue mode with outstretched flippers to catch him if he needed it. The spots before Skipper's eyes faded right before a wave of weakness engulfed him. Like any good penguin, he surfed up to the crest before feeling more or less improved. He ignored the quivering of his knees and maintained Routine Six.
There were unshed tears in Sasquatch's voice. "I was looking forward to going home to my herd and being myself again. Will that happen? I don't know now. I trusted you."
"You trusted me to keep my end of the deal when you did. What did you think when you picked me up in that bar in Nepal? Did I sound reasonable to you?"
"I thought you were just enthusiastic! And smarter than me! You had a fantastic plan that I could be part of and get my agenda done in one."
Blowhole's tones appeared contrite to anyone else's perception, but Skipper figured he was playing her like the proverbial nose flute. "That mi-i-i-ight have been the raksi talking in both of us, but I told you I'll fix this. Transport by artic to Copenhagen rather than by ship to Helsinki took us both by surprise. Curse those inter-related science departments in universities and museums! I mean, how peaceful can you get when you cave to another country's superior genetic research lab! Didn't Helsinki want the glory of taking you apart for itself? Um, forget that last part."
Hugo growled. "The beast." He went back to furrowing his brow as he waved his hand repeatedly over it. He mumbled words under his breath as his cheek flanges wobbled. Skipper overheard one of them. "Go backer."
"Go backer," Sasquatch spat.
"Insult fight? Oooh, I am so on it. Twit."
"Mutilator."
"Unnatural."
Sasquatch blew up. She stamped her foot like a charging bull as she shook the television with her good hand. "Deformed."
"Tell me about it when you've lost an eye."
Sasquatch dialed back her rage and Skipper was relieved. He didn't want to witness anything like what similar simians Mason and Phil did when they lost control. She gnashed her broken teeth. "What? You told me at Hetauda Happy Hour that you gouged out the eye when you took a header into some rose bush thorns on the segway."
"I admitted that? I must have been drunker than I thought. Listen, Sasquatch, enough. You're mad at me but I've got things on you and you've got to stay away from DNA testing or my operation is blown. And I need to make my plan fly for me and then you can go back to whatever you want in Nepal after your procedure. Wait for my signal. I'll be the one driving the lorry. One little fenderbender and --- no, wait, then the lorry will be out of business --- never mind then. I've got two more weeks to come up with a brand new plan. Don't call me, I'll call you, same dolphin time, same dolphin station. Laters."
"It's less than two weeks, Blowhole!" Sasquatch shrieked, but he frazzled away.
Copenhagen. It figured. Skipper thrust aside the unwelcome news and stepped boldly out from cover. Sasquatch gathered herself in admirable control. "He told me he saw your corpse being corteged back to the zoo by your friends," she said.
"He was wrong."
"You're tough."
"My body is a living weapon."
Sasquatch gestured to the television screen. "Living. How am I going to explain that to him?"
Hugo ambled over to the space heater. He was full of gripes. "Crabs. Dolphins. Penguins. I'm disgusted with your whole bunch. Boredom is better than this. Sasquatch, explain to me why I am friends with you." He withdrew into the immediate comfort of warmth as he turned his back to the lot of them and rubbed his hands.
Private couldn't keep still. His blood boiled at finally having the object of his hate before him. "You ... enablin' old geezer! She and you and Blowhole deserve each other! She's a right bloody assassin! Pile on, everyone!" He flung himself forward and then through the north door swooped Rico and Kowalski in deadly earnest. The outraged members of Skipper's command threw themselves upon Sasquatch. She swung arms the size of tabletop Christmas trees as the penguins dangled from them like Hallmark ornaments. Her snarls echoed as they had at Kastelholm and Private lost it.
"Get up top! Go for the throat!" Private roared. "Rico, shove a bomb down it!"
"Arrrghyeahhehheh! Prtect 'Kippaaaah!"
"Hooyah!"
Skipper cursed his uncooperative body. He would need to verbalize rather than tackle his insubordinate troops to clout them off her. He bellowed over the commotion even though it hurt his chest. "Stand down! That's an order! I'll use my angry words in a second!"
The three dropped off one by one. Private was last. "I'm not apologizin', court martial me if you want." He blocked one deserved slap from his leader. "She earned that."
Skipper connected on the backswing. "I'm still in command. Stand down."
Sasquatch faced them all with arms outstretched. "Hugo's out of it. He's old. Come and get me yourselves." She lowered her head as if to charge. Her fur stuck out at all angles and she looked as feral as Marlene used to look when outside the safe confines of the zoo.
Skipper took a philosophical tone. "You know, someone recently told me not to push back. For the moment, that advice stands." Then the storm clouds gathered with undertones of thunder. "I'm here to protect the King of Sweden. He sounds like a right guy. We'll take you out of the game if we have to."
Sasquatch eased out of battle readiness to mirror her adversary's mood. "You've got stamina and your herd has gumption." She regarded Private's chastened demeanor as he rubbed his cheek. "And you discipline your calves when they go too far. That's a good sign in a lead bull."
Kowalski catalogued what he'd just heard. Sasquatches called their groups 'herds' and their young ones 'calves' and their leaders 'bulls,' not what he expected, but then he'd never been as chatty with anthropoids like Bada and Bing as he was with prosimians such as Julien and the other lemurs. He joined Rico where he stood shoulder to shoulder with Private as he waited to see how this played out. Not for the first time since coming to Åland, he wished for his lab with equipment such as the DNA tester. Anything that Blowhole feared could only be a good thing.
Hugo made to leave. "Ayam, this is your territory, not mine. When you want to talk, I'll be there, but don't call me too early tomorrow."
"Tomorrow is today."
Hugo tore himself away from the space heater. "Too early is noonish. Penguins, remember what I said about Pendek Orang. She and I are on our way out of this world." He fist walked out the south door.
"Selamat Malam," Sasquatch called after him.
"What was that all about? Are you sick? Is that what Blowhole meant about 'procedure'?" Skipper gathered the border pieces of this picture puzzle. The inside could wait until he knew more about Blowhole's part in it. "What the hell's wrong with you?"
Sasquatch rubbed her hand. "Except for a broken finger and other souvenirs of our fight, I'm as healthy as a yak in spring pastures. Anything more you can find out from Blowhole."
"We've beaten him before, so we just might."
That jolted her. "You're just four penguins."
"We're the rockingest penguins you'll ever meet. Now lay off the king or we'll be up in your fur."
Sasquatch pursed her lips for a raspberry. "I could not care less about him and neither could Blowhole. It's just a photo op tomorrow while we eat something called lutfisk."
Kowalski broke out of his observations of her and his commander's changing dynamic. "What humans do to make lutfisk out of innocent fish I wouldn't do to a leopard seal or a leopard."
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TBC
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