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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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Åland Island Zoo's outdoors habitat for foxes and now penguins had a spare charm, Rico would give it that. And there was small chance that he couldn't come up with --- up with, he snickered to himself --- anything they truly needed on this hiatus. Out in the late winter sunshine, the world looked sturdy and stoic, as if this island had weathered many a winter and would weather many more. At the same time, the mood of the zoo spoke of slight weariness, as if come on already! were on all the animals' minds. Spring was right around the corner, as welcome a change of season as it always proved to be each year.
Rico was content, but then he nearly always was. It took an overwhelming menace singling him out from his brothers or the threat of Skipper's prolonged absence to shake his foundation. Even kaboom!ing didn't rattle his soul like those two things did.
"Got to keep in shape, men. Drop and give me fifty." Nobody whined and Skipper, leading from the front as always, drilled them until they would have sweated if they weren't penguins. "Six laps, and we're done. Find a spot in the sun to lay out, away from each other."
"Good idea, Skipper. No need to get tired of each other this soon." Kowalski seemed to have been watching psychological TV shows again. "Dr. Oz says that changes in residence are a challenge for relationships because you don't have the usual support system to defuse stress."
"K'walski, I'm thinkin' you mean Dr. Phil. He's not always right, you know. When have we ever gotten tired of each other?"
"I'm already tired of this debate. Actions speak louder than words." Skipper performed a flawless open pike dive, Rico cannonballed, Private aced a closed pike, and Kowalski dove backwards with a half somersault. The crowd cheered and when the laps were done, all but a few people had moved along to the polar bear enclosure.
IOIOIOIOIO
"Hemskola, hemskola, nej nej nej ... "
"Du vet att. And now let us practice the English, darling. We must not neglect the lesson because of our outing in this lovely weather, nej?"
"Mummy, I do not like homeschooling."
"Nonsense, Per. We are having outings and you play with your little comrades every other Thursday for one full hour."
Per kicked a stray pebble from the immaculate path. It landed near Skipper's lie out by the saltspray rose bush. He observed without seeming to as he waddled casually back and forth in front of the woman and the boy.
"We move to Åland because your father and I desired the homeschooling for you. We do not regret this. Do not make us regret, Per."
Bird or mammal, slumped shoulders signified defeat. The boy ran his knuckles back and forth across the smooth steel fencing that would repel a charging polar bear. Typical overkill on the security, thought Skipper, like we penguins are in danger up here in Peaceful Hippie Land. He paced in front of the boy as if he were just another specimen hoping for a tossed snack.
"Does this make us Finns now?"
"Never! We are not Finns. Our government in Sweden outlawed the homeschooling and we move to Åland for you, Per. Finnish government here allows the homeschooling."
Oh ho, lay on the guilt, lady, grumbled Skipper to himself. This was becoming a little too soap opera-ish for his taste and he eyed his lie out spot, which was now nicely in full sun.
"I want more, and I know that I should not, Mummy."
The woman was manipulative, just like Ma and her fainting spells. She opened her coat and snagged her son inside it, hugging him and tickling him until his bad mood fled. "You will see how much this way is better, my boy. You will not see now but when you are grown, you will be ready for the conquering of the outside world when you leave Åland for career. Oh, yes, you will see."
"My friends will conquer, too, Mummy?"
Skipper's mouth dropped open.
"Yes, yes. All the little homeschoolers will make the legion of informed road warriors in tune with the technology of tomorrow and the world view to conquer first Scandinavia and then, who knows? And it all starts here with my little boy and his little friends with dedicated homeschooling by their loving families. Soon the world will be yours. Come, Per. Du och jag nu." She waltzed him around once while he stood on top of her heavy boots, they both laughed merrily, and then she released him from her coat and led him away. Their footsteps receded. Skipper processed the unexpected intel and forgot about lying out in the sun.
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The right moment came just after the long winter twilight began. "Brace yourselves, gentlemen. I just found out Åland is Finnish and they allow something sinister to happen to innocent little children!"
"You don't mean --- "
"Yes. Homeschooling. " Skipper's blue eyes turned as stormy as an ocean churned up with towering waves that were very stormy. "It might be just my imagination" --- from where he stood he couldn't see the others' nods and eye-rolls --- "but I don't think so. Ålanders could be building an entire army of Scandinavian scavengers, sackers, pillagers, and lutfisk eaters." He whipped around to face his team. "Sound familiar?"
The three spoke at once.
"Pastry chefs?"
"Vikings?"
"Legos?"
"One vintage 1953 salted herring to you, Kowalski. Private, I'll just chalk up that response to your usual adorable innocence and Rico, Legos coming from" --- Skipper took a calming breath --- "Denmark is the exception that proves the rule that nothing good comes from Denmark."
"Reptilicus was a good movie from Denmark, Skippa, remember?"
"I have spoken, Private, and no, it wasn't. There's something up with the humans around these here parts. I want to find out what."
Kowalski stuck out his tongue to demolish the last crumbs of the danish a zoo patron had tossed to him this morning. He began diplomatically, "Ah, Skipper, a legion of homeschooled Viking warriors isn't completely out of the ballpark, but you'll have to admit that it's unlikely. Hee hee. Skipper? Hee hee? Um, hee?"
It was a measure of Skipper's leaderly patience that he did not blow up, at least on the outside. "How so?"
Kowalski flourished the options clipboard. "One: all of Scandinavia including Denmark is famed for its current peaceful condition. Two: the world has changed since the Vikings ravaged their neighbors."
"And three?"
"I don't have a three."
"These things always come in threes. Try harder."
Kowalski's frustrated nurturing instinct sometimes got the better of him and never so much as with his commander. "We'll keep an eye out for Scandinavian weirdness, right, boys?" Skipper turned away to make sure everyone was on the same paranoid wavelength or at least within tolerance, and Kowalski pointed both flippers at Skipper's back and nodded wildly. Private and Rico picked up the cues.
"Righto!"
"Aye!"
IOIOIOIOIO
TBC
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