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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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- 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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A wail threaded through the sleepy zoo's pathways and then rose to the waning quarter moon. In the quietude, Rico felt his mood plummet at the grief inherent in the mournful sounds ripping from Sasquatch's throat. She paused in a snapshot photo of solemnity and then toppled stiff-legged straight forward from the ladder as if struck by a bullet. Rico's heartbeat roared in his head and his beak dropped open, but she turned the relaxed drop into a graceful somersault halfway down and stuck the landing with feet together. She clenched a fist at the sky before entering the stable.
Rico scoped out the position of Arcturus. Yes, it was time for Blowhole to call, if he bothered tonight. Rico wouldn't be surprised if this surveillance turned out to be the opposite of last night's. Such startling new intel couldn't happen two nights in a row. Though the day had been sunny, night's chill brought slick new ice over the ground and he slid as if on an inverted luge to skirt the rim of the moat. Pausing to reconnoiter underneath the scaffolding, through the south door he spotted Sasquatch frozen in place before the television, her stance at what he would term parade rest. He slid around the back of the structure to his former position to the left of the north door and waited.
"Sasquatch, I've been thinking," came Blowhole's message without the nicety of a greeting. "If you're going by artic, Blue One and Blue Two can lay a spike strip across the road to bring it to a screeching halt and then the lorry won't be crashed --- "
"I've been thinking, too. I want Hugo to come along."
"Wha-a-a-a-t?"
"Yes. If you want me to go with you and not be tested by them, you'll have to take him."
"Have to is what my trainers used to order about jumping through hoops of fire. Don't use those words to me."
To Rico's earholes, she sounded empowered by whatever she'd been doing on the ladder. She seemed calmer than last night, at any rate. Of course, she wasn't confronted by four commandos at the moment. Well, three and a third. Skipper's praise ringing in his head, he shunted aside any worries about his leader's state of health and listened with all his might. "I'm trusting that your big scheme is more important to you than my little piece in it."
'You beat everything, you know that? First the genetic splicer troubles getting the ice worms just right, making you just right on Dave's admittedly fabulous surgical table with the built-in circular bonesaw, and now you want a friend to ride along so you won't be bored?"
She wasn't throwing a hissy fit because Rico heard no knuckle cracking or fist pounding. "Take some time to think it over. I'm reasonable."
"What'll we feed him? And you, come to think of it? It's a long way to Nepal."
Her voice got that tone that Kowalski's got when he knew in his gut that Skipper was half-convinced of the worth of some wild invention. "Hugo eats fruit. As for me, the same as when we met. I hiked mountain paths with my herd while we ate grass and lichen, lichen is particularly tasty." Pique crept into her next words. "No more monkey chow."
Rico pictured a herd of grazing sasquatches in mountain meadows ambling along wide open paths without forest cover. Something didn't jibe here.
"Being cha-a-a-anged doesn't seem to have altered your cravings. At this late date, I'm surprised. If I bothered to keep data, I'd record it. No meat? No fish?"
Oh yes, Blowhole was sold or pushed into a corner, it didn't matter which. Sasquatch's reply was smug. "No meat unless I accidentally eat bugs or a lizard. I'm easy to cook for."
"Being born a yak has something going for it. All right, Sasquatch. I'll send Blue Three out for apples and stock up on grass growing on the verge where we're parked. The timing is what we discussed before. Have fun rubbing elbows with humans and royalty in the next week. Be alert for any calls at this time and call me if you louse up my plan. You'd better not. You owe me." Blowhole ended the discussion without a farewell. Rico barely heard Sasquatch's next words. His heart beat too loudly beneath his snowy breast upon learning the flabbergasting intel.
"No, I don't, baulaha," she said firmly.
Rico counted 4,200 heartbeats to calculate half an hour's passage until Sasquatch snored and he bugged out. He sped away at orca speed until he got so worked up that he tripped and rolled down the ramp into the penguin habitat. He tumbled up to Skipper's bunk and stopped, breathing hard. On his knees, he peered at his commander.
Skipper didn't stir. Neither did Private. Kowalski snuffled in the darkness and Rico heard him turn over.
He stopped at the sight of Skipper's features soft in sleep. His commander was exhausted and needed rest. Was this new intel life threatening? No. Could any of them accomplish anything with it tonight? Maybe Kowalski could analyze it faster with his awesome brain but not do anything about it, if there was anything to be done. Rico's bunkmate mumbled kawoozle and turned over again, seemingly restless without someone next to him. Was the intel weird like Chinese fireworks that showered American water balloons filled with Norwegian akvavit? Yes. Could he convey the intel to his team?
Rico thought hard, his flippers drumming his sides. Yes. In daylight. Topside. There, thinking finished. He turned off the television and snuggled himself into his bunk to wait for dawn. He'd succeeded in judging the intel's importance and the right way to bring it to light. He'd needed to figure this out for himself because there was no Miss Perky pressed close to his heartbeat as he shared his thoughts. Unlike Miss Perky, Kowalski needed downtime.
IOIOIOIOIO
At first light, Rico drew a comic in the virgin watermelon snow hugging the rock feature on the north side of their habitat. In panel one, Blowhole drove an artic with Sasquatch and Hugo beside it. In panel two, a spike strip pierced an outsized tire. In panel three, an undecipherable zigzag filled the rectangle.
"Yes, Rico, kaboom. I get it." Skipper cocked his head. "What's in the fourth panel?"
"A bunny such as Commodore Fluffington?" Kowalski hazarded. "No, I don't think so. Are those ears or horns?"
Rico gave him a dirty look, lowered his head with flippers protruding upwards and charged. Kowalski executed a smooth pase de pecho. "Horns it is."
Rico pointed once more to the fourth panel and said, "Ah-kwatch's a yak."
"Sayak. Ah-kwatch's, I mean Sasquatch's, full name is Sasquatch Sayak?"
Rico shook his head hard enough to snap a tendon as he got more excited. "Ahuhahuhah-kwatch'sayak."
"Slow down, Rico, take your time. Sasquatch's sayak? Wot's a sayak?"
Skipper pieced the words together like constructing a ship in a bottle. "Sasquatch. Is. Sayak."
Rico shook his head. "Yak yak yak!"
"Hell yes, I'm yakking at you, Rico! I need this intel."
Kowalski rubbed his beak at the desperation in his buddy's pleading gaze. "Oh! Sasquatch is a ... yak?"
Rico high-oned Kowalski and scraped a fifth panel in the time it takes to gobble a vintage herring. His team stared at peaks complete with a snowline and a rising --- or setting --- sun. "Mntns."
Skipper pushed for more. "Yaks live in the Himalaya mountains. Right. Any idea which country she's originally from?"
Rico rolled his eyes and added a sixth panel. In the beginning, it resembled a nude study of a generously endowed human female torso.
Kowalski began, "Bhu-" and then Rico finished by centering two dots on the bountiful curves. "Nepal! She's from Nepal!"
"Boom shakala! Blowhole said she picked him up in a bar in Hetauda." He thought about the implications of that a moment. "Ew." The others grimaced. "Any more intel, mi amigo?"
"Nuh uh."
"Outstanding report and snow comic. I'm going to erase it so the humans won't sneak you away to an atelier." Skipper rubbed the sixth panel's image absently until he noticed what he was doing and jerked his flipper back. "Um, the rest of you scratch out the whole thing."
Kowalski made Skipper sit between Rico and Private to shelter him from the brisk dawn breeze chilling another sunny day. He assumed the morning meeting march back and forth in front of the team that his commander usually paced. "How could this happen? Talk to me, penguins. I need input to hypothesize."
Private spoke up. "Well, it would account for her bloomin' solid carcase. She took Skippa's best punches and all she did was stagger" --- he amended his words --- "I mean, she nearly got knocked off Kastelholm, I mean, a yak is a great bloody fat cow, innit?"
"I'm confused, Kowalski. Although," Skipper added, "I'm relieved that she isn't a true sasquatch or a yeti or a bigfoot. You've got to admit she has big feet, though." He trembled as the breeze rose and Kowalski gestured to Rico and Private. They moved closer to their leader, but Skipper shook his head. "I'm okay. Just remembered the Перевал Дятлова incident. Rumor has it that a yeti messed up nine hikers bad in '59, real extreme prejudice kind of sitch."
"M-M-M-Messed up?"
"Killed, Private."
"Oh."
"Yeah, he or she tore out their tongues and smashed their brains without breaking their skulls and --- "
Private gagged. "Enough, Skippa, please."
Skipper ruffled Private's head feathers. "Sure, chico." He waxed sentimental. "The king is going to love you and want to take you home with him, but he can't. You're mine, I mean ours. I'd never cave and give you up --- "
Rico jumped and slapped himself. "Awww, maaaaaan."
"What, Rico? Did you forget something? Tell me, soldier."
"Dave."
IOIOIOIOIO
TBC
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