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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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Skipper tried to ignore Kowalski's muttering as the four clustered outside the admin building. "Plot Arcturus location from flagpole at the zoo entrance --- won't be able to see the lightning rod from inside the building --- azimuth --- circumpolar --- Ploughman --- red shift --- time is of the essence --- "
The admin building was fairly secluded from the animal areas and no humans remained in the zoo after dusk, so Skipper indulged Rico's need for noise and glitz. He'd used small amounts of plastic explosive rather than TNT. BANG BANG SPLOOP WHOOOZZZZLLLLLL went the C-4. At Rico's excited hop and high-one with Kowalski, the commander was reminded of how little, really, it took to make the demo expert happy. Not that it was his job to make his soldiers happy, he reminded himself, when survival and accomplishing the mission were paramount goals. He was about to approach the undone window with his team when Kowalski concluded calculating and paused. "Remember, no sliding, sir.""Cripes with a clutch purse, yeah yeah yeah, all right already."
Kowalski noted the little grin. "No rolling, either."
The grin vanished as Rico spiked Faux Skipper through the window like a volleyball. "Okay, okay. Baby boost, activate!"
Skipper placed one foot into Private's cupped flippers and admitted surprise at the boost showing mature penguin strength. He forced himself to halt on the sill while the rest of the team leaped onto the good hardwood floor, slick and clean and absolutely perfect for sliding. He stepped out in faith without looking, and Kowalski and Rico eased him onto the floor as Private walked in worried circles under the window. The breeze swirled the sheers around the young penguin and he batted them away.
"We broke into the primate house and now we're breakin' into the admin buildin'. Won't somebody suspect? And we're the new animals on the block, we're obvious perps!"
Skipper brushed away a small tear. "You make me proud, young Private. Your righteous paranoia is flowering just like you are." He brought himself back from the brink of a head feathers ruffling. "I don't care what the humans or animals think. There's no Alice or Leonard here to suspect everything we do from breathing oxygen to stifling Ringtail whenever he gets on my, I mean our nerves."
"What did I tell you? Here's a computer left on!" Kowalski jumped onto the keyboard and hopped furiously for several minutes. Rico, Skipper, and Private gathered around to marvel at Kowalski's brain power. "Search for a Find iPhone app? No, he'd notice when it kicked in. Hmmm hmmm hmmm, think, Kowalski!" He focused on the copper wire at his side for a split second. "Do separate the wire, someone. It needs to be triple that length. Undo the strands and twist the ends together."
"I'm on it, K'walski!" Private turned to and so did Rico and Skipper. Ten minutes later, a shiny length of wire was ready for duty.
"Done and done, mi amigo."
"Eh, got it? Good. Tie an end to Faux You, er, on the valve, I guess. Now I hook the other end to the port, yes like that, Kowalski, you're awesome. Skipper, push the balloon out the window and go take a running jump."
"What the hamsteak?"
"To launch it, to launch it oh I forgot you can't Private take over for Skipper." Kowalski alternated between tapping on the keyboard and rubbing his head until his feathers resembled Rico's wild top.
"Righto, K'walski!" Private manhandled Faux Skipper through the window while Rico and Skipper reeled the wire out smoothly from near the computer. Through the window, Skipper saw the young penguin slide on the snow as fast as a Red Rhodesian Slasher could skedaddle while holding the balloon in front of himself. He let loose and Faux Skipper popped skyward adroitly. Private hustled back to the window to hold the wire and keep the wind from sawing it back and forth on the window's edge and possibly wear through its new thin gauge. "I'll handle it from here, Skippa."
Skipper turned to Rico and they high-oned. "Aw grown up," Rico said.
"Right a rooney."
Kowalski ignored them and got back to his task after he jumped down to scope Arcturus' position through the far window and hopped back up again. "Five more minutes to spy time." While he paused in thought, Rico whisked open the medico bag he'd produced in the usual way. He dabbed the cuts on his friend's shins with antiseptic ointment on a pledget and Kowalski didn't even notice. Another minute passed as he rubbed his aching head and then he shot bolt upright. His friends didn't dare interrupt his self talk as he walked himself through triangulation.
"I'm on Waze and it's free tracking and Blowhole's initiated the call. Now the signal is zinging to its nearest radio tower --- kazap kazing! --- and it shoots to Faux Skipper's antenna and into this computer, you sweet darling, I love you honey, and then it kites to Sasquatch's TV. Now we wait." He danced on the keyboard as he'd done in the past while stabbing his flippers at the numeric input pad several times. He hit Enter. "Wait for it --- wait for it --- little more --- signal strength wavering --- Blowhole please don't be on the mainland please please please --- tower receiving strongest signal draw its coverage radius now that's one point and the iPhone is somewhere in that ring --- now plot Sasquatch's TV radius and location overlap the two spheres narrower and narrower the location choices hoo ha --- enter the signal strength from this computer next and where the three orbits intersect you have --- keep talking Sasquatch yammer at him some more don't quit now --- "
IOIOIOIOIO
Sasquatch and Imelda observed the penguins vanishing into the jimmied window. "So they're doing who knows what in the admin building. Aren't you curious, bear?"
Imelda shrugged. "I trutht Kowalthki and if I know anything about them, he'th the one mething around human thtuff for thome reathon. He'll tell me if it'th important."
"Don't trust."
"Trutht but VERIFY," countered Imelda smugly. "Getth you THOMEPLACE in life, Thathquatch. Thay, why don't you have a REAL name?"
"It's enough to get by on. I have a real name in my herd." Gah, she hadn't meant to reveal so much and now Arcturus approached its rendezvous with the lightning rod. "I've got to get back to the stable. Is this going to be a problem with you?" Imelda had seated herself on the snow ringing the linden's trunk, so the dynamic between them was more relaxed and if not comradely at least in stasis. She placed her paws into her lap and Sasquatch breathed easier not seeing the claws that could haul a 400 pound harp seal from protecting ice cover.
Imelda tilted her head towards Sasquatch's branch and bared her teeth. "Doeth it need to be?"
"Whatever." Imelda could make noise to alert the penguins, she could get through the bars of the moose habitat fencing in the same way she'd gotten through the bars of her own habitat, she could ... It didn't matter now. Blowhole would call and his menace and capacity for helping her cause came first. "I'm leaving. Do what you want."
"Let them BE. Latht WARNING." Imelda glanced towards the admin building. "What the --- "
"Penguins can fly?" Astonishment pinged back and forth between the two alphas.
"I never heard they could! Kowalthki, what THECRETTH did you keep from me? Thomething'th THTRUNG behind him --- attached to hith --- it CAN'T be, that would hurt too much --- unleth they're even TOUGHER than I thought --- "
Sasquatch climbed swift as thought to the topmost branch she felt safe on. She took a good look at what bobbed in the breeze high above the building. Chortling, she felt she had to share this with Imelda, and it had been a long time since she'd felt the need to share with another female. She brachiated down to the branch only eight feet up from the white earth.
"You're not going to believe --- I mean, it's not what we thought --- oh harreram, it's a balloon of the head harami bull with a wire tied onto his, um, blow-up valve." Even this wasn't amusing enough to make her laugh full out, but Imelda was different. The aurora seemed to flare in sync with the polar bear's enjoyment of the sight, although Sasquatch thought gravely that it was probably her imagination.
"HOOO hooo ha ha! GUYTH, what are you up to? Do I WANT to know?"
No more time for ... fun, was this fun? She wasn't sure. Arcturus lay within minutes of its proper position. "Imelda, I'm leaving."
"Yeah, YEAH. Remember what I thaid, Thathquatch. Hoo me, hooooo, haha. GUYTH guyth guyth, what exthplanathion can THERE BE? Go for it, kidth! Whatever IT ith!"
"'Kids'?"
"They're younger than me. Habit."
Shaking her head, Sasquatch made her connection just in time.
IOIOIOIOIO
The conversation with Blowhole consisted of his explaining how Blue One and Two scouted around for a police supply store to steal a spike strip from, discovered there were no such stores on the peaceful island and wound up making do with a pilfered garden hose studded with something called two-penny nails. The exasperated dolphin insisted on explaining that two-penny nails would not be long enough to puncture an artic's tough tires and so seven-penny nails were needed. Sasquatch listened impassively to the long-winded explanation and thought of how this would all be a bad dream by the end of May.
"I made them go back for the right size and redo the whole hose." Blowhole cleared his blowhole and Sasquatch flinched at the bubbly squelch. "So how's things by you?"
There was a first time for everything. Sasquatch kicked the mini-beanbag chair that one of the noxious penguins had spewed and then left behind. "You've never asked that before."
"Keep minions deluded that I care about them, that's my new motto. No, really."
"I'm all right. Hugo is all right. We're doing hard time here, what do you expect me to say?"
"You get three squares and a roof over your head, old lady."
"So do you."
"I have to work for them. Those worms don't make themselves, you know. My other enterprises take work, too. I, um, appreciate that Skipper is out of the picture. That's all I wanted to say. Was there a weepy funeral for me to gloat over?"
Uh oh. Gratitude from him was not expected in the least. She kicked the mini-beanbag chair again to hear it crackle and rubbed the broken finger that had gotten sore with all the climbing. "I appreciate your appreciation and no funeral that I heard of."
"It's not like them. They loved him, I could tell. Why else would they haul his carcase all the way back to the zoo? My lorry didn't pick up audio, but its fish eye door peeker showed me two of them huddling while the littlest one held vigil or some rot. I assumed they were planning what to do with the body."
Shift, shift, shift the subject, subject, subject. "So what? Who besides his team would come to it? They're strangers here like me. The humans probably disposed of the body and he's on the dissection table or burnt up in the incinerator as we speak. By the way, Blowhole, Hugo doesn't know about me being a yak. Can you keep it that way?" Push for concessions while someone displays partial vulnerability. It always used to work in her herd.
"Would it do me any good if he knew? It's your business." Blowhole did the dolphin equivalent of shrugging. "Why would he think you are hot to trot back to Nepal, though?"
Sasquatch sighed. "He believes me to be a true sasquatch and related to him somehow. He'll probably try to convince me to travel with him to Sumatra after we stay awhile in Nepal. Just keep quiet about the whole issue."
"A ple-e-e-e-e-ase would be nice."
The word set her disgruntlement sense tingling. "Please." This conversation had gone on long enough. "So it's settled."
"Whatever. Blowhole out."
IOIOIOIOIO
Kowalski slumped back. "Got it. Holla!"
IOIOIOIOIO
TBC
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