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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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Sasquatch's headache threatened to resurface as she plucked at her eyebrows while attempting communication again.
::Finally!::
::I didn't answer your call because I was asleep. We oldsters need regular hours and when we don't get them we become cranky. Bad mood warning, ayam.::
::The news was worth a call in the middle of the night.::
::I'm here now. Proceed to whine.::
::That's not fair. You're my only friend in this place and I want you to escape with me, I'm trying, don't --- ::
::Maaf. Let's start over. Sasquatch, your call is very important to me.::
::The penguins bullied me again.::
::And you told them to go jump in a lake. Good on you.::
::No, I didn't. I'm taking them up on their offer of help, mostly, oh it's complicated. I want to talk some things over with you.::
::What! Do you think they'll do their best by you when you nearly murdered one of them?::
::They'll help you get away too! They said so.::
::So did Blowhole.::
::I'm reporting to him nightly and they're listening in. I am not good at talking like they are, er, except for one of them. Last night the meadow was grazed to the ground.::
::I have no idea what you mean.::
::The, the information wasn't anything new that they could use. I'm afraid that if Blowhole finds out the bull penguin lives, he'll smack them all down and you and I will be left out in the cold by each side.::
::Blowhole scares me.::
::Me, too. The penguins say that they've taken him on before and won. Hugo, I can't try to kill anyone ever again. It makes me feel cleaner to say that.::
::Now I'm afraid of going with you. Perhaps it's best if I remain here at the zoo. I'd not win in any fight with whack-a-doo dolphins or even commando penguins that I outweigh many times over. Something strange happened right before closing, too. It's not every day you get threatened by a walrus.::
::Harreram!::
::A motorized chair carried him in, well in the beginning I thought it was a him. We stared at each other through the glass, as you do. He seemed a run of the mill disabled guest of full years because usually they spend thoughtful time with each animal. For a little while, we both enjoyed the warmth together over aching old bones. Then he pulled off a stocking cap and turned into a young female walrus who hissed like a cockroach and said, "Blowhole says to cool things with Sasquatch. Stay in the zoo if you know what's good for you. Word to the wise." Then she left. I'm shaking now reliving it.::
::The harami! To threaten an elderly animal with a thug! If I were dithering before about jumping the traces to join those birds, I'm not now. That bandar ko chaak.::
::I refuse to go out of this world fighting or get hurt fighting. It takes animals my age a long time to heal and there's not enough of my time left. I don't want to fight, period.::
::So you give up rather than take a risk on freedom? Good to know. You could fight if your life depended on it, right?::
::Sometimes animals find themselves in unhappy situations and live with it. You may discover that one day.::
::The penguins didn't give up even when I nearly killed their lead bull.::
::I am no penguin.::
::Neither am I. Come on, Hugo, stay with me here.::
::It seems you are braver than I am. I must accept that. No, I'll not go with you.::
::I won't give up on this, my friend!::
::Let me know when you leave so I can say goodbye. Thanks for letting me see family before I die, Pendek Orang. I wish we could have had a road trip together. Have a nice life.::
::Hugo! Don't hang up your hands! Hugo?::
::Still here. We can talk later if you like. My three o'clock playtime with my keeper starts now.::
::Later will work. Don't be mad at me.::
::I'm not mad, just disappointed and mainly with me. Eh, here she comes at me with the sign language again. I need to concentrate on her. She's taking my hand, oh tai, now what. Selamat sore.::
::Selamat sore.::
Sasquatch squeezed her eyes shut as she reassured herself. She was never a loner, she was a leader and saw the right way to do things. She did them alone if necessary as she had had to do to utilize Blowhole's plan, but she was never a loner. She wanted Hugo along, but if she were truly his friend she could not force him because his wishes counted. It would be right for him and for her if he would leave and she needed more time to persuade him. Sasquatch sighed deeply at the thought of depending on the penguins whose talents she needed now that she didn't trust Blowhole. In the electronic realm of TV communications alone, she was a calf and not a bright one at that. If --- no, when --- she was freed from this form and roamed with her herd, this zoo time would seem a bad dream. She must keep her eyes on the prize.
The north entrance to her stable showed a gray afternoon. The snow had stopped and patches of watermelon snow formed in various areas throughout the paddock. On a whim, she sat on the tire swing to propel herself higher and higher. When she stopped pumping her legs, she leaned back to spy the leaden sky with no clouds or birds dotting it to provide a focus. As the air swooshed softly through her fur, the whole world seemed as monotone as the Pure Land without the spiritual joy. She continued leaning back until her momentum slowed and then closed her eyes.
It was all too much. Would Blowhole spill his guts tonight? Could the penguins forge ahead without more information? Would the Danes force their schedule and come early for her? Could the penguins stop her from being stranded so far from home and what would DNA testing consist of? Could she endure it with dignity if it were painful? And what would happen eventually when her dual nature was discovered? She might be put on TV even more than she had been with the king's visit. Sasquatch didn't like TV.
To avoid madness, she thrust herself upright and gave a mighty kick at the white earth. The tire swing spun tightly to its rope's limits and then unwound. Kaleidoscopic views battered her senses and she almost cried out before her stressed brain made sense of them. The stable, the fencing, the stone barrier, and the pine tree's trunk formed static images that became meaningful. Why, it was almost easy to see the future if she opened herself to looking beyond the seeming. Like the stone barrier, Blowhole would continue his plan because he considered himself unstoppable. The penguins were the tree trunk, living naturally as they bowed to the strength of wind so that they would not break. The fencing served as the immediate future, strong metal to bind her in her circumstances yet with openings to see the path beyond. As the swing slowed to its last spin, the stable provided a sense of the home she would return to if she could only keep her head these next few weeks. The stable was man made and her mountains were not, but both offered what she needed to live.
When the dizziness passed, she stood with renewed purpose. So Blowhole thought he could intimidate Hugo and herself? Fat chance.
When Hugo's keeper brought him to live with her as her companion later that afternoon, she greeted them both with a genteel bow. The keeper plugged in an extra space heater and the two were left alone to wrestle away any awkwardness.
"I told you acting lonely works," said Hugo.
IOIOIOIOIO
"Delayed feed, but we'll take it, right, team? Scooter, tell me all the Rangers' dark plotty plots for acing the Stanley Cup playoffs!"
"They won 4-2 their last game so they may make the playoffs, sir. I'm with you on their chances. Rah Brassard Rah!"
"They're skatin' like blazes, look at that goal!"
"Rangerrrrrs! Rangerrrrrs! Brodwayblueshrrrtsrah!"
"Say, Bonnie, you and Chuck have been spotted at the Rangers' home games lately. Is there anything you want to say to your news crew and New York City?"
"No comment, Scooter."
"Chuck?"
"No comment, Scooter."
"Subtle, much? Foreign assignments together have been known to promote l'amour."
"Go away, Scooter. My ninja skills beat yours at ABC's Battle of the Amazing Anchormen, comprende?"
"Aw, nunchucks. You're no fun to banter with, Chuck."
"Exactly. I save it for the right person and that person is not you, m'man."
"I know when I'm a third wheel. But to get back on the ice, the Rangers play the Penguins Sunday. Hornqvist is looking spectacular this season as the Swede From Sollentuna tunes up his game."
Skipper couldn't resist. "That's an opportunity for the best named team out there, although I'm a Rangers fan all the way to the crease." His squad lounged around him in front of the TV. It had been another quiet day at the zoo. The team improvised a luge display for the few guests in deference to his subpar condition and as they slalomed from the top of the habitat to the snow-covered beach, they scooted him off to the side right before splashing down to frigid watery delights. Skipper took a moment to observe their styles as he awaited their return.
Rico spewed intermittent streams of water as decorously as a suburban home's front porch water feature. Private made as if he were drowning and Kowalski lifted him in his flippers to the surface as his paternal instinct dictated. Kowalski would make a fantastic dad, mused Skipper. It was not likely to happen with Eva, Doris, or anyone else since their lives remained dedicated to their cause. What was more likely was that Kowalski would brood about Bad Guys getting all the Good Stuff when they finally confronted Blowhole. Criminiddly, morphing a peaceful yak species into a killer sasquatch species took the evil mastermind cake. The creation of giant worms was the anchovy frosting drizzled on top.
A second later when Kowalski dunked Rico's head, Skipper flashed onto how deadly Kowalski could be if he weren't on the side of the penguin angels. Sure, many of his schemes would spin off into disaster, but it only took one success like the mysterious invention that was stolen when they shipped Rhonda to Hoboken to make Mother Earth not so motherly.
When Private's head broke water, the sight of his leader sitting alone in watermelon snow stirred his tender heart. He aimed his splash away from Skipper as he burst out of the water to be at his side. "Wot's up, Skippa?"
"Think melon time." Private shrugged off the water droplets and leaned into Skipper's touch when the alpha preened his neck briefly. "Got a little water left on you. skjdkth Hold still. slllpgh There."
"Look at those two then, like hatchlin's they are." Rico and Kowalski flashed by the beached penguins on their fifth underwater go round of the island. In perfect tandem, they porpoised for the onlookers before making a hole in the water once more.
"I envy them."
"Soon you can swim again, don't you worry."
"Oh, swimming? Yeah, that, too."
Private got up his courage. "About Sasquatch, she could be lyin' about everythin', you know."
"Thank you, Private. I had not considered that option. Of course she could. I still hurt too much to throw out the notion."
"So you're goin' with your gut, then?"
"I am. Next question."
"Queen Pleaseandthankyou says that sarcasm corrodes the vesicle."
"It's vessel and she and I would never get along."
"Well, she would try. Sir."
"Go back and play some more. Entertain me."
"Entertainin' now, Skippa." Private presented his butt to the beach before forward open piking into the water. Rico and Kowalski beamed upon his joining them in another three porpoises for the diminishing group of humans. "Skippa's on about somethin', gents," he said on the far side of the island.
"Blowhole and a sasquatch to contend with on a supposed relaxation program will do that to a commander, Private."
"Lembe," concluded Rico. Kowalski led them to the lie out between the Calluna vulgaris and the Viscum album. It was in shade but they didn't mind.
IOIOIOIOIO
"He lives with me now."
"So, Hugo, are you for or against us?" This updated sitch didn't feel like a punch, exactly, but Skipper rolled with it anyway.
"My plan is to get away from here before I swing on the Neverending Liana. She's with you wholeheartedly now and so I am, too. In for a sen, in for a rupiah."
"Whatever that means. Keep out of the way with us when Blowhole calls. I'll take any interpretations on what he says, so listen hard, primate."
"Queen Pleaseand --- "
"Thank you for any future help, Hugo. The end. Now be quiet and scoot behind the manger, he's up soon."
IOIOIOIOIO
TBC
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