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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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In the end, Rico's kaboom! was more a bubbling pop! followed by a slow fizzling splpsh. The primate doors opened obligingly and they were in. The warmth of the building soon made them gag.
"Onward, men. Through humidity, mist, and thick, choking heat. Follow me!"
Private stood lookout as Skipper, Kowalski, and Rico slid on condensation-slick tile up to where an ancient orangutan dozed on his perch. The ape's habitat featured glass in the front with an admirable attempt to make it appear Asian. Just enough bamboo screened in three stunted trees in front of a stunning painted backdrop, but that's all it was: a backdrop. The reality for the old orang was right before them. Three dried trees, whereas on Sumatra he would have had the lush arboreal canopy to explore.
Kowalski tapped gently on the glass. "Hugo? Hugo?"
The senior citizen awakened slowly. "Huh. Penguins."
"Yes. Sorry to wake you. We live next to Imelda." At Kowalski's desultory words, Rico yearned to speak more clearly. Anyone who could infiltrate without kaboom!ing earned his grudging respect and a large amount of pity.
The surprisingly spry superannuated simian looped himself down from the tree and approached the window. He searched an armpit and came up with a bobby pin. Two clicks and one prod later, the glass door swung open.
He addressed Rico first. "Twilight scuttlebutt said you want to meet Orang Pendek."
Rico didn't get much attention from outsiders unless he were blowing something up. "Huh?"
"Otherwise known as Sasquatch."
Skipper stepped up as leader as was his custom. "Right a rooney. Is she available?" Rico thought that Kowalski and Skipper looked alike at that moment. Their desires practically radiated off them, Skipper's to meet and greet, Kowalski's to scope and probe. Rico shivered.
"I'll check her calendar." While the three peered around the unfamiliar space and panted with incipient heat exhaustion, Hugo's dark eyes seemed to see into their souls. He reached a conclusion and with a gesture that appeared rude but wasn't, he pointed to a solid door at the end of the main hall.
"She's in the back room."
Kowalski couldn't contain himself. "The brutes! Such a rare treasure ought to be in the best habitat the zoo has to offer."
Hugo shrugged. Past other tropical denizens such as the nocturnal aye-aye who waved bony fingers at them and a colobus monkey that was one indistinguishable fluff of black and white, he led them to what looked like a subverted storeroom. One twist of the bobby pin more and the lock clicked.
Silently, Hugo gestured for help and the three penguins heaved up the articulated overhead door. A dark shape turned.
"I'll lock up when you're done grilling her. And," Hugo said over his shoulder as he waddled in a penguin-like gait back to his perch, "be nice to her. Orang Pendek, the saola, and my kind are all on the way out."
Skipper protested to the orang's retreating back, "But we don't want to grill her, we just want to meet --- never mind." He stepped out from the other two penguins. "Miss Sasquatch? I'm Skipper, this is Kowalski and this is Rico. We're pleased to meet you."
Silently, the furred hulk approached. From a face eerily similar to Hugo's, a contralto voice asked, "What are you?"
"We are the penguins."
Sasquatch drew nearer. The silkiest of fur the color of Fred The Squirrel's tree trunk draped a form that dwarfed Commissioner McSlade. "From where?"
"The splendid continent of Antarctica originally, but we are travelers like you. Where are you from, young lady?"
The contralto got deeper. "Many places. And I'm not so young."
This was turning into an interrogation despite good intentions. "What's your name, your real name?"
"Sasquatch."
"Come on, that's your species. Do you want a real name? Because I'm going to say Mikaela." Skipper added a winning smile, and he hated to smile.
"No. Sasquatch will do. It always has."
"How about Sassy, if you don't mind? Because Quatchie sounds, um, really weird." This wasn't going well. Under the glossy fur were small curves, right to Skipper's liking in a mammal. He imagined himself preening her, but stopped at the thought of pulling a Doris. Not only yearning for another genus, but another class was Kowalski's thing.
"I mind. It's Sasquatch." She jerked her head in Hugo's habitat's direction. "He thinks I'm related to him somehow because of the orang pendek thing, but I don't think so."
"But you don't know," Skipper pressed.
"I do know so." The meet-and-greet seemed to be winding down until Kowalski bustled over.
"Miss Sasquatch, would you mind lifting your arm so I could take your temperature?" The medico bag that Rico had barfed up bulged with stethoscopes, sutures, syringes, a sphygmomanometer, and six tubes of surgical lubricant. "It's for science!" He drooped at her next words.
"No. Enough measurements." Sasquatch sulled up. "Are we done here? Because I'm going to say we're done."
Stonewalled, Skipper stepped back more from her personal space. "We are here to help you. It's what we do."
"You can't." Sadness permeated the small room like a smell of wet fur. She waved a leathery palm and the pelt on its back seemed mismatched, as if an old injury had not healed well. "I'm off to Helsinki, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. Who knows?" Sasquatch turned away to face the blank wall.
Despite the ambient heat in the building, the back room felt chilly. Skipper wondered how many blank walls she would need to face in the near future. Well, none thicker than the ones she was putting up now. "Good luck on that. If you change your mind --- "
"We won't," chimed in Hugo from the open door. He did something at a wall outlet and the door lowered slowly. The penguins smiled and waved goodbye, but Sasquatch remained unmoved.
After jamming the sphygmomanometer in between the blasted primate house doors to keep them closed and seal in the warmth, Kowalski muttered, "Let the humans explain this!" and grumped all the way back to the penguin habitat.
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"Skipper's Log, Hiatus Version 1.0. We've met a Sasquatch and she is a riddle trapped inside an enigma with a pretty good reason for being there. She'll never fit in at any zoo. It makes me mad or sad, I can't decide which. She doesn't want our help, but that's never stopped us before, right, Log? We push on to where no penguin has pushed before --- "
"Sir, you didn't pack your tape recorder. I'll see if Rico can bring it up on his, um, screen, shall I?"
"No, Private, never mind. It was an unsettling entry anyway."
IOIOIOIOIO
TBC
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