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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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The late morning sun warmed the zoo as the A.A.R.P. inductees began a relaxing game of cards on the topmost level of their outdoor habitat. "I know it's our regular card day, but playin' cards on Tuesday mornin' doesn't feel right somehow." Private licked his hole card giveaway that the others needed to see to play correctly. He stuck the pasteboard on his forehead as the others concentrated on deciphering the best strategy with their own dealt cards. As with other sessions of pleasant diversion, the outer world fell away from the dominion of time.
"Stomp The Wombat, Bangladeshi rules" --- Kowalski triaged his commander without seeming to --- "and one point seventeen degree punishment."
"Rubbing it in, Kowalski? I'll be back up to nine degrees before you know it and then watch out. Your glass jaw is known to us all." Skipper frowned over his fan of cards and selected one to place face down before him. "Draw one."
"Mummy! Mummy! Jag förstår inte!"
"Ditch the cards! I forgot about opening time and we're made! Rico!" Four little penguins threw their cards onto the discard pile and then three little penguins formed a united blocking front to the onlooker at the fence. They smiled and waved as Rico produced his flamethrower to eliminate the evidence that these birds were leagues beyond ordinary. Rico wafted away the smoke and took his place at his commander's side after he disposed of the flamethrower in the usual manner.
"Aw. Gdhand."
"I know, I know. Another time. Now where's our cheery smile? Not that one, the other one. There you go."
The boy's mother walked up, thumbing what looked like a guidebook. "Hur säger man ilmatyynyalukseni on täynnä ankeriaita på svenska?"
"Mummy, the English today, please."
"Ja, Per. What did you be seeing?"
"Penguins playing the gambling cards. How can this happen?"
"It is not the regular, but these are American birds. Let us give them the break." She opened her fur coat at the throat and patted her son on his bright blond head mostly covered by his knit cap. "The weather is tipping the toes towards spring. We are preparing the trip to Sweden for tomorrow morning. The outdoor sports with the Mormor will be fun, ja?"
Skipper saw the pout, which was oh so familiar to him as a commander. He chuckled when the boy said, "Mormor and Farmor ski the whole day long with us when we visit. When is the video game time?"
"Poor little dumpling, always with the thumbs and the sounding effects. Your mummy and fadder have plan. For being the good student, you will play the video games on the handheld all the time we are on ferry to Sweden and back to Åland."
Skipper leaned forward as he listened hard to put this intel together with any Viking homeschooling conspiracy agenda. It might fit if the video games were the usual conquering or shooting types. He was taken aback by the boy's response.
"Tusen tack, Mummy! The Sims 3 for the win! I make the family with the two babies and the four vallhund with their puppies and three budgies and the Volvo --- "
Oh. The conspiracy theory returned to the back burner. He looked around to make sure nobody on his team noticed his special attention to the boy and his mother, but they all knew him too well. Rico whistled, Private made a rude noise unusual for him, and Kowalski rolled his eyes. Then Kowalski perked up at the mother's next words as the boy drew near at her gesture while she pointed to something. She lowered her book to his level.
"We leave from Mariehamn via the Road 1 to Berghamn on Eckerö Island for ferry. We pass the airport" --- all four penguins stopped smiling --- "after nearly ten kilometers', pardon, six miles' drive and then ---"
"What is this blank spacing, Mummy?"
"That is the Möckelö area near Bursfjården. The land near the fjord by the airport has few peoples because who wants to be hearing airplanes all the time where you live? Lonely Möckelövågen Road joins the main Road 1 here but as we drive on --- "
The penguins stopped waving as they absorbed this intel. Skipper's gut rumbled and they nodded in agreement. Before Kowalski could say anything, the mother continued reading from her book to her son, who capered as if he could not wait to leave on his trip. He tossed his knit cap into the air as she pursued their itinerary.
"Fadder wants us arise at 5 in the a.m. to make the special 7:30 ferry to Grisslehamn."
Per's "Whyyyyyyyy?" reminded them all of Mort's cry of uncomprehending juvenile despair over cruel fate visited on him by authority figures.
"This is for the international cooperation, Per. The special 7:30 ferry will have the sasquatch on it with us. She is going by artic to Copenhagen for testing in laboratory. Natural History Museum Centre for GeoGenetics has set aside this time for her and we Scandinavians cooperate with each other in peace. Now we leave at the early hour but we stop for breakfast along the way will that not be fun --- "
The penguins stopped listening. There was a profound silence after the two humans departed that was broken only by Skipper's gut sounds. "We knew this was coming. We know the hour. We know the place. We act. Told you!"
"Labs schedule their times carefully, Skipper, and despite what we are focused on with Blowhole and Sasquatch, they have other programs ongoing than testing her. Your gut seems to have an in with both Denmark and St. Urho. I bow to it." He performed the action and ducked away from Skipper's butt slap. "When he knew our destination, Ted told me a bit about Åland's layout since he comes from near here. There's a good chance Möckelövågen Road is Blowhole's lie out since it's near the fjord and he may have wanted a swim now and then."
"It's not chance, it's fate and how did you get Ted to shut up about it? You know how he talks and talks."
Kowalski attempted humility. "I just listened and nodded at the important parts and tuned out the rest. You should try it sometime."
"In my next reincarnation, amigo. For now, we are sitting pretty. Up high!"
The rest of the daylight hours passed by with ample time for the introspection that Skipper usually avoided like the avian plague. The group performed for a reasonable amount of guests in turns by flopping with no grace into the water, splashing playfully at each other while avoiding getting Skipper wet and joining him in sets of one or two when he looked lonely sitting on the beach. He did little that afternoon beyond a few comic waddles and seemed to be conserving his strength for the next day. Somehow the penguins gravitated to two conversation pits on opposite ends of the small beach as the day progressed. Kowalski claimed first one-on-one time with his leader and expounded on Blowhole's financing scheme to Skipper's limited understanding or interest.
"Science knows that sea monkeys are just brine shrimp that have a dancing gene, like Julien --- "
"Don't mention Ringtail! I nearly forgot about how much time I waste with him, and now you're giving me heartburn on top of all my other problems!"
Oh oh, he'd managed to upset the applecart. "Easy, sir, eeeeasy." He took another tack as he reaffirmed the importance of their mission per Dr. Phil's instruction if you want a different result, choose a different behavior. "Blowhole is mutating ice worms to giants to melt ice --- again --- with their natural anti-freeze and he'll succeed without our intervention because there are no natural predators big enough to control them. It's diabolical!"
The tactic worked as Skipper shifted focus. "We're here. We're all the predators we need."
"Well put, sir." Kowalski beat feet for another mind clearing swim and Private took his place.
"How is the water, Private?"
"Whee, fantastic! See how it sparkles in the sun like a really sparkly thing!"
"Couldn't be any prettier." Skipper flicked away stray droplets from Private's head.
Private shook himself like a golden retriever. "Oh! I forgot!" He brushed away the droplets that had spattered Skipper's front while Skipper folded both flippers over the bare spot on the breastbone. "I didn't get any into the skin oh no please say no --- "
"Dial down the panic, compadre. I'm all right. Plotz."
Private plotzed. "Whew. I had a nightmare last night that you didn't recover from Kastelholm."
"Aw, was that what that was? Nah, I'll be around for your next promotion." The late afternoon breeze from the Gulf of Bothnia picked up a candy wrapper that some kiddie had dropped despite Scandinavian neatness. It flew into Private's face and he examined it.
"Skippa, I'll make it up to you. It's not a Peanut Butter Winkie but it might be a treat." Private everted the wrapper to show a tad of taffy still on the inside. He held it as Skipper licked.
"Mmmm. Okay itth tathty smack like smack butterthcotth. Here, I left you half." He held the wrapper as Private polished it off and then crumpled the wrapper under a rock for disposal later. "Look at that Rico. He's our power swimmer on the team." Rico had lost count of his orbits around the habitat and so had everyone else. He porpoised in front of the beach with a "Yeehawwww!" before slipping under once more.
"Yeah. He's so happy. He'll have Miss Perky to welcome him home."
"Maybe that's why he didn't bring her along. You can't miss someone if they're with you all the time."
Private folded his flippers demurely on his lap. "Skippa, why didn't you order K'walski to stop seein' Doris after the first um, rejection when he fell apart?"
"Oh hell. Did I ever mention I hate delays?" Skipper lowered his voice even though Kowalski had just now sprawled onto a lie out at the farther end of the beach. "Private, I'm not the love police. There's no need to force the issue because uno, it wouldn't do any good and dos, it's not my business." He grew stern. "It's not yours, either. He's an adult just like you and I wouldn't interfere in your love life. It's acceptable if he wants to think about her day, noon, and night, and as long as it doesn't hurt our team and there's no abuse involved --- "
Private traced a heart in the sand. "Wot if I asked you to interfere in mine if there was um, abuse?"
"Are you keeping something from me? Nelson's column, don't tell me you have been rendezvousing with somebody by the Petting Zoo please don't let the name be right on --- "
"Skippa! Not bloody likely!"
"Well?"
"I'm just askin' for a worst case scenario like you always say for me to ask myself wot would Skippa do?"
"Good you're not involved with anybody in this part of your commando training, keep it up. Um."
The gurgling of water in the drainage grate filled the silence and Skipper had nearly bio-feedbacked his heart rate to normal when Private piped up with another poser.
"Skippa, do you think Åland is more relaxin' than our holiday in Hoboken?"
"I didn't nearly die in Hoboken despite my evil bio-mechanical android double, young Private, so that's a no."
"Oh."
The innocent question sparked a deeper thought. "I can't remember clearly, but I might have sneaked a peek at the Endless Iceberg when I dipped my pinkie claw into the Eternally Foggy Sea. It didn't look so bad." He winked at Private. "That was sort of relaxing."
"Don't joke about it, Skippa."
Another thought struck. "In fact, I may have gotten a tour of the place pre-need, so to speak. I think I remember flying towards the Light, but everything is hazy."
"Stop. Just stop." Private couldn't tolerate the subject any longer.
Henbane couldn't have shown the truth to Skipper any clearer. "Ah, then, you're too young to have this conversation. Come on, what do you think the point spread will be when the Rangers defeat the Ducks tomorrow night? I'm betting it's one. Raanta is revved up to keep the spread down and I'm sure they'll win this time."
"Are you so certain, then? Ow!"
"That was a tiny slap, Private, don't overreact. Yup, my gut is sure. Next question?"
"Oh, um, my next question can wait. Here's Rico to keep you company." Private scurried away to settle by Kowalski's lie out.
It was nearing closing time as Rico plopped onto his belly to allow Skipper to brush away water droplets from his back. He eased into a catnap in the sun. He jerked awake to startle up a smoke bomb when, after some minutes, Skipper smacked his butt with a "Mother of Mercy, is this the end of Rico?" followed by a loon-like laugh. Coughing and sputtering, the two made sure no human saw the interchange and then cackled to themselves for a long time.
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"Oh those two. They are more alike than Skipper wants to believe." Kowalski shook his head. "Eh, Private, I'm at a loss to say why Dave and Blowhole's genetic marker system seems off regarding how ice is to be melted. Give me a distraction."
"K'walski, why does Skippa need to win all the time?"
"It's for the team and well, for his own sake. He's just that good at what he does."
Private sighed with the realization of his limited experience. "I suppose it's beyond me. It's like I always wondered why you and Doris kept talkin' to each other now and again even after you two broke up the first time." He added more than he had originally intended to. "I mean, I saw her run over you three times with her brother's segway the last time we faced Blowhole --- "
"She didn't aim for me, I'm sure. It just happened."
"When you met after the first split, did she ever ask you if you'd moved on, then?"
Kowalski thought hard. "She did the first time we met on Liberty Island. I said no and she stopped asking. I want the best for her and if my opinion helps her see that she's just playing the field, maybe she'll come back to me."
"I think she's mean. Why would you want her?"
"That's personal, Private." Kowalski cleared his throat. "Yes, it hurt me to see her but she needed advice with one boyfriend after another and --- well, you're a virgin. You wouldn't understand."
"Rude!"
"I'm sorry, but you just wouldn't. It's not your fault."
Private rose and strode away but not before tossing a final remark over his shoulder. "Skippa's right. Delays are hurtful."
"Private! I didn't mean --- Fibonacci's sequence, I've done it again." Kowalski saw Private say something to Skipper and afterwards Skipper and Rico looked his way. He lay down flat and studied the clear sky. It was blue as a robin's new egg and getting a touch warmer each afternoon now that the watermelon snow was in its final bloom before its spring thaw. Soon the delightful pinkish red stuff would melt into bloody tears to feed a growing stream of runoff from a winter that had died. He didn't look around as Rico settled beside him.
"Kwoskii."
"I know, I know. I deserve whatever you say. He's right and I was rude. I'll make it up to him, okay?"
Rico huffed. "Noddit."
"Well, what do you want, then?"
''The true friend is one that's coming in the door when everyone else is going out."
Kowalski shot upright. "What did you say? How did you say it?" Rico flourished a small tape recorder as he held down the 'pause' button. "Oh. You finally got around to horking up a tape recorder so Private doesn't need to memorize the Åland log entries for Skipper. For a minute there, you had me going." He thought a moment more. "That was one of Dr. Phil's sayings. Thanks, I guess."
"'Rivate okay nao. Sez yrrite."
Kowalski groaned. "So what. I put my foot in my beak again. What else is new?"
"Noo myoozik. Lissen." Rico released the 'pause' button and a plaintive tune twanged across the beach. If there had been any guests left, Americans and not a few international visitors would have recognized the inimitable Hank Williams crooning one of his best. Rico reclined by his bunkmate.
"All right, all right. He's a great singer. Music me away, big fella." Kowalski's look of smug knowledge shattered like a lacework Meissen dessert plate dropped upon a marble floor as the song continued. "I haven't heard this one before. Why did you choose it?"
"Lissen."
The music carried them along until In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start. Why can't you free your doubtful mind, and melt your cold cold heart gave Kowalski pause. "I'm not angry with anyone, Rico, even though I was unkind to Private. It's a grand song but inappropriate if you think it applies to me."
Rico held his flipper over the recorder's buttons so his friend couldn't disrupt the song and when Hank sang You'll never know how much it hurts to see you sit and cry he had good reason to. "Shut it off. Just because I mention Doris now and then doesn't mean I weep over her loss, for goodness' sake."
Rico slapped away his friend's errant quest for the 'pause' button. "Lissen." The song concluded and Move It On Over began. "Happyer."
"Hmmmph. Very well. This one does apply to our being forced into conj---er, communal sleeping spaces." They shared a laugh at this dog house here is mighty small but it's better than no house at all before Skipper called them for evening recon waddle around the habitat.
"Team, the plan is set and we are set for battle. We roll at the usual time tonight for what ought to be the last trudge to the moose habitat. This time tomorrow, we'll be deciding how to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. I'm for getting jiggy with it, are you?"
"Yeah!"
"Everybody sick of downtime?"
"Yeah!"
"Me, too!"
IOIOIOIOIO
TBC
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