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Operation: Envy	By : pronker Category: +M through R > Penguins of Madagascar Views: 447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this fanfiction set in Dreamworks' Penguins of Madagascar franchise. I do not own Dreamworks.

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"You don't have to whisper. I'm not asleep!"
Marlene's voice was soft after her yawn. "Well, you should be. I was taking a nap, Skipper was, too, and You. Should. Be."
"Partypoopers. Wimps. When I was your age - "
Sally would have recognized Skipper's parental voice. "Never mind. We live in the present, Buck. Stop and smell the snowcones. That's an order."
Buck asked eagerly, "Did you two carry me to Luigi's cart? I want two canteloupe snowcones! Gimme!"
"No, we didn't, old timer. Look up."
Waving willow withes entranced the three animals, kaleidoscoping rays of sunshine now in, now out, to dapple their pleasantly tired bodies. Noon hour was just as a Labor Day ought to be, warm, inviting, with no thought of the cold months to come as everyone celebrated summer. Animal sounds prevailed at their leafy bower on the bank of the reservoir, cheeps and anonymous scratches, worms popping up their heads out of the mud and then submerging again for their sustenance. Marlene turned onto her side.
"Buck, are you sure you don't want to come live with us in the zoo?"
"Arlene, I'm okay as I am. I live in the present, as your man said."
"Mmmmhm, yeah well it's okay to change your mind, just saying."
Skipper would try again at the end of their visit; for now, he let the issue ride. "Listen to the marching band in that parade!" Buck exclaimed. "Sousa, isn't it?"
The J'ouvert West Indian parade ended hours ago. Skipper listened hard and heard only traffic, squealing young humans and both human and animal parents squawking orders to their broods. He shrugged, difficult to do while lying down but he managed it. "Uh huh, Sousa, just as you say."
"Honey, I don't hear - "
"Marlene, it's John Philip Sousa. Trust us on this." He elbowed her ribs. "Military marches are Sousa's bag."
"Sousa, sure! You're right, guys! Sousa."
The imaginary march appeared to spark Buck into activity. He rose amid popping joints to go into a routine of slow stretches, standing on one leg and karate chopping in extremely slow motion. After ten minutes, Marlene blurted, "What are you doing?"
Buck continued the exercises. "What fifteen humans do in their group not twenty feet from my home near The Pond, on alternate Thursdays: tai chi. Take a lesson from your enemies, lady. This keeps me supple as, oh, a middle-aged sloth, on my best days." He turned a resigned shrug into a shoulder roll as the sun moved enough to pleasantly bake them through a bald patch on their willow tree.
Skipper watched in a relaxed holiday mood until Buck stirred his competitive edge. The old penguin completed his routine with more stretches and challenged, "Okay, soldier, show me your best moves." Buck sat tailor fashion on the ground, brow raised and flippers crossed.
"Sure you can take it?" Skipper snarked as he somersaulted to his feet with a showy one and a half twist.
Marlene snorted. "I'm ready with the IcyHot cream for later, honey." Skipper stuck his tongue out at her before galloping into an expert-but-generic mantis chop, serpent strike, monkey kick, and fists of fury, followed by his signature moves, the Tangiers Trunk Swing, Kyoto Tail Flip, and four Marrakech Knee Cappers to take down an imaginary elephant enemy.
"That's all you got?" Buck mimicked a bored matron blowing on her just finished manicure.
"You show 'im, honey. You know, that extra special bit," Marlene encouraged.
Barely winded, Skipper nodded. In a flashy hurricane, he hip flipped, capoeiraed, sweep kicked and solar plexus stabbed a faux foe more his own size.
"Eh, fair, just fair." Buck clapped slowly. "Who was that last invisible adversary?"
Skipper plotzed between Marlene's spread legs as she sat up to massage his neck. He flicked away leaf litter from his glossy white front before answering between pants. "That was my toughest fight, well, one on one, anyway. It was against a biomechanical android of me."
Marlene added, "I didn't see that battle, but Skipper described the devilish red eyes and outrageous metal moves. My honey barely escaped with his life." She rubbed harder in fierce protectiveness until Skipper grunted. "Ooopsy. Sorry."
Buck selected a new target. "What about you, sweet cheeks? What can you show me? Are you going to let him represent your family solo?" Buck's grin taunted Marlene as Skipper nearly growled his reply.
"Envy is a sin. We've entertained you enough, Buck."
Marlene had the sitch under control, though. "Hey, you've got nothing to prove, Buck. Neither do we. How about we relax to enjoy the day?" She patted the ground beside her before pulling Skipper's head to rest on her tummy.
Skipper tilted his head up to see a particular smile on her face that he hadn't seen in some time. He had to think hard where he'd seen it before. "No more exercise until we move out for snowcones. I'm up for a blueberry cone myself," he said thoughtfully.
"That's an acceptable order of the day," Buck said at last. "Let's do that little thing."
Skipper couldn't resist pushing. "So you admit to envy?"
"Yeah. I guess. Sorta. Maybe." To his credit, Buck did not elaborate on how Father Time marked him for his own as Mama Nature exacted her toll of years, too. A small breeze lightened the humid air, ruffled the reservoir's waters and cooled them into drowsy sighs. A good forty-five minutes passed before anyone spoke.
Buck's heartfelt sigh was the loudest of the three. "You know, laying here on the bank with the two of you, the sun shining, the sparrows chirping, a band playing Sousa, now would be a good time and place for me to die."
Marlene's hiss ended with a whimper.
"No, it wouldn't. Today would be a terribly inconvenient place and time for you to die," stated Skipper.
"Why? You could bury me under this weeping willow where the ground is muddy. Arlene can help. I've lost muscle mass and don't weigh much nowadays."
Skipper didn't like the wistful smile playing along Buck's beak. "Your remains can lay where they drop for all I care. I wouldn't bother to bury somebody as mean and cantankerous as you."
The worrisome faraway look in Buck's eyes burned off like morning fog at about ten a.m. "I might have known you wouldn't even do that for me. You'd prolly hornswoggle Arlene into rumagigging through my house to steal the silver, too."
"It would be just like him, Buck, I agree," put in Marlene, "but Thanksgiving is coming up and you wouldn't want to miss that, would you?"
There ensued a silence that Skipper would remember as lasting forever until it was broken with, "Guess not. I do love stuffing, marshmallowy yams and pumpkin pie, nice mushy food I can eat. What's your main gonna be, sweetheart?"
Skipper bristled until Marlene poked his ribs in turn before she replied, "Stuffed fish, what else?"
"Mmmmm, I do love me some fish, too, especially when I don't have to catch it," Buck chortled and then mumbled to himself, but Marlene and Skipper had grown used to it. As long as Buck could walk and talk, he was all right.
"So next time I'll bring the kids," Skipper said. There was nothing like a kid or three to liven up the unlively.
A glitch in the matrix shimmered in the plan. "Kids, not kid? More than Callie?"
"We've got three and it's Sally."
Marlene leaned up on one elbow to whisper in her love's earhole.
"Make it four by the time we see you again, Buck," Skipper concluded.
"I wouldn't want to miss the little sprout's debut."
"We wouldn't want you to."
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The End.
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