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Undertow	By : pronker Category: +M through R > Penguins of Madagascar Views: 11341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this fanfiction set in Dreamworks' Penguins of Madagascar franchise. I do not own its characters, basic premise or settings.

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Alice was the only person Filo knew to combine a scowl with a smile. "An Oscar The Grouch trash can plushie? So thoughtful, Filo. You know, I got over my trashcan thing a long time ago."
"I didn't know. I'll exchange it." Filo reached for the plushie to place it back into the gift bag.
Alice stroked the green grouch. "Nah, it's a reminder of where I was and where I am now. No fairy tale romances ever again. I'm happy inside, Filo." She fingered the Go Away! sticker on Oscar's front.
Filo considered that Alice neared the end of her tolerance for socializing since the party began at 10:30 and it was now ninety minutes later. It was longer chitchatting than Alice had endured in the three years Filo had known her. Honestly, they had bonded over mild mutual griping about their jobs that neither wanted to quit; that is, quit neither the griping nor the jobs.
"Chica! You've changed!"
"Well, not too much so you don't know me, right?"
"I want to know you better, Ms. Nelson. I really do."
Alice shrugged. "I'm going to be busy, but yeah, sure, come by anytime. I'll be home for six weeks starting in June and we can hang out."
"I can help you, too." Filo didn't think she could help helping, and with Alice the way she was, that proved a challenge sometimes. Alice leaned her shoulder into Filo's companionably before straightening up onto the austere couch's back cushions.
"That's nice of you. We'll have fun, uh don't tell anyone else, okay? I mean, I don't want Scooter Alvarez to find out about my you know what."
"Why? And I hardly ever see him anymore. We're through."
"So he's up for grabs?"
Filo bounced her curls with her left hand as she nabbed a snickerdoodle from the coffee table with her right. "He doesn't like grabs. You have to be sneaky to give one or to get one."
"You know what I mean."
"Uh huh, okay, if I run into Scooter covering a soccer match I'll tell him you're interested. But girlfriend, some guys like the situation you're in because it turns them on, and he can't help but see - "
"What I said, Filo."
"Si, si, jajaja. Bomboncita, anything for you right now."
"Hey, instant gratification! I could get used to this."
"I'm a cop. I don't do instant."
"I'm a zookeeper. I have to every day or I get trampled by stupid animals."
"What lives we lead, yes?"
Filo noticed Alice take stock of her loot like she supposed she did taking zoo inventory, ticking off items on her fingers. One trash can plushie, fifteen dozen Huggies in pastel plastic, two zebra-striped onesies, three awesome Alex The Lion knit caps with honey-colored manes, a khaki denim boba baby wrap, and ten bottles accompanied by three packets of rubber nipples. From what Alice blurted twenty minutes ago, Filo didn't think she'd be needing the bottles and nipples.
"Things are going right at the moment, Scooter or no Scooter, Filo." Alice turned abruptly to the only guest at her baby shower since Doc and his wife, Kavita, and Maurice The Zookeeper and his girlfriend departed. "Would you do what I did to get a baby?"
Filo cringed before she made herself stop. "I, I don't think so. I'm not that brave."
"Sure you are. You're New York's Finest." The following snort sounded pure Alice.
"I'm not brave about getting a procedure done like you did. I'm scared of - "
"You scared?"
"Say, listen, Alice, I've been shot with a .22, bitten by a toddler whose life I saved, sideswiped by a runaway Kharmann Ghia and I've done time, as a hospital patient I mean. No more if I can help it." Filo polished off her snickerdoodle and headed for the front door of the upstairs apartment.
"Oh. I didn't know. Hey, that's tough, Filo, but mine was only outpatient stuff. You should have been there when they made me do something whackadoo right at the moment of - "
"Stop! I, I, uh, maybe I'll tell you my stories when I visit you after the baby comes. Gotta go now, keed."
Alice grunted as she stood up to shuffle to the kitchen with heavy tread. She fetched a clingy length of SaranWrap to protect the green tea cake plate beside the cookie plate. "Take these for your familia, I'll just nibble until it's gone and that's a no no, says Doc."
Filo accepted both plates. "Thanks, see you around the zoo!"
"I'm moving in permanently, thanks to Doc talking to the Powers That Be. Pervis says it's okay."
Filo's eyes widened to resemble the unwrapped bottoms of two chocolate kisses. "Pervis? McSlade lets you call him by his first name?"
"Ever since I made salaried employee, yeah, what about it?"
"I wouldn't think of calling my boss by his first name, and it's less weird than Pervis."
"I'm lucky then, point for me!" Alice made a sliding gesture with a forefinger as if to maneuver a pool hall's scorekeeper tab to the left. "The police force must be more formal than us zookeepers." Her tone became less confrontational and Filo decided to go while the going was good. They could compare jobs in the public sector forever, and she didn't have forever. Swing shift began in four hours.
Filo surveyed the place. "Kitchen looks all right, but there's just a sitting area so it's all one big room with no separate bedroom. You're okay with that? Baby stuff takes up a lot of space." Who's set to do child care when you go back to work, Alice? What will happen when the kid goes to school and kids, no, brats, ask where the daddy is? Of all my friends, you were the least likely to use artificial insemination. Huh.
Alice plotzed on the sofa. She pointed to a sunny southern corner. "Crib there, behind a screen." She bounced once. "This is a sofa bed, comfy enough for me."
"So the nighttime keeper - "
Alice shrugged once more and Filo saw her friend's blasé attitude as evidence that Alice, indeed, had not changed down deep. "He has his own place, always has. Maurice and his girlfriend, what's her name - "
"Valerie MacLaine."
"Heh, yeah, you're a cop to remember names so good, well, Maurice and Valerie live someplace in Jersey, I dunno where. Doc wouldn't live here on a bet."
Filo juggled her plates as she slapped her designer jean pockets. "Keys, wallet, good to go. Bye for now, Alice. Enjoy living here, eh? Won't the noise bother you from the café?"
Alice waved airily from her place on the sofa. The khaki maternity smock overflowed her maternity Dockers and the only touch of color was an orange Invader Zim headband restraining her auburn hair, undone from its prosaic bun to flow down her back. Filo had thought Alice appeared matronly before her pregnancy and her present condition cemented Filo's opinion. Too bad Alice couldn't be happier in her work, though. Filo considered that she herself was a schosche happier person.
"Café noise, no. If those penguins get up to hijinks at night, then yeah. Otherwise, I think I'll - we'll - be good." Alice looked embarrassed. "Thanks for thinking about me, Filo. Old Grandpa Admiral raised me to look after myself. I miss him."
"Mi familia es grande, Alice. Come by the Bronx anytime."
Alice waved Oscar's green padded paw in Filo's direction, or maybe it was a padded hand. "O-Okay. 'Bye, already. Excuse me for not getting up. It's like hoisting a derrick to get out of this sofa."
"I can imagine. 'Bye."
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Kowalski struggled under Rico's shime-waza. He kicked backwards, he kicked upwards, he kicked sideways, but Rico knew all his moves and countered them. Rico hauled his love backwards ten feet from the zoo apartment's air conditioning grille. "Ahgrommtznao. 'Kippaaahreportdun."
Kowalski wheezed when Rico released him. "Why'd you do that? I can control myself!"
Rico shook his head. Mondays were tough enough without having to body slam Kowalski at straight up noon. "Loud."
"Oh I was not. You're imagining things." Kowalski chortled. "But did you hear all that, Rico? Alice is pregnant! My stars and garters!"
"Yahpregz."
"Preggers is right! Won't Skipper fall apart with the news? And Private will faint. Be ready to catch him, Rico."
Rico nodded. "Yahkay." He toboganned for the outlet of the duct to the great outdoors. "Yahgo."
Kowalski followed, deep in thought. "So as a zookeeper, she is used to artificial insemination, the concept of no l-l-love for getting a baby, fascinating - "
Rico inched through the open grille at the back of the building, scouting around for spying eyes, before he plunged to the dumpster lid below. He braced himself as Kowalski dropped two stories into Rico's grip without the scientist mentioning that on each Monday designated by Parks Commissioner Pervis McSlade as Funday, the zoo campaigned to fill its sparse early week population. Today was no different, with attendance up slightly and humans feeding their faces at lunchtime. The Zoo Café proved a minefield of human legs and gobbling pigeons to dodge as they navigated in stealth mode. Cadging a fallen piece of popcorn from a bird that looked like Frankie but he couldn't tell a pigeon apart from any other, Rico guided his overthinking friend back to their lair. It was time to hustle Faux Skipper and Plushie Private down the hatch and take over with realistic penguin action. He cared not a whit that Alice was pregnant, but he saw that Kowalski did. Eh, science science science. "Notfurme," he muttered.
Kowalski sounded on Cloud Nine as he took up position on their island. "A baby, a little squirmer, nine miles' worth of cute, Rico - "
Rico banged down the hatch cover. "WakiesnaoKwoskii."
With an unfocused glaze to his eyes, Kowalski dove into their water as he crooned, "Let Daddy teach you to swim, darling."
Rico pbpbpbpbpbled a raspberry and dove in after him. He tugged Kowalski's tail to upend him before pecking him in the shin. Kowalski didn't seem to feel the poke and sank to the bottom, still grinning like a fool. Rico blew exasperated bubbles and evaded returning to their faux floe, pushing his personal best time underwater until he rose to hear Kowalski cooing as he had to Jiggles' Jigglei. "Ittle dirl wuv er daddykins? Esserdo! Ittle boy wuv iz pop-pop? Esshedo!"
Rico circled their island eight times more before plotzing beside Kowalski as the scientist beached himself in the thin March sun. "Kwoskii."
"Yeeeeees, lover?"
"Shaddap."
Kowalski harrumphed. "I can't help it if you're nonverbal about babies, Rico. I'm not." He sighed happily. "We'll get to see it grow because it will live with us. I don't care that it's human."
"Kwoskii, Jigglei."
"All right, I see your point. Yes, I admit I went overboard with nurturing Jiggles' offspring and we got overwhelmed by sheer numbers. One human baby is different."
Rico patted Kowalski's chest as he channeled his strength into speaking as clear as, well, any other penguin. "Heartbreak."
"So? I'm a scientist. I'll Gorilla Glue it back together. Come on, Rico, I'll only observe. It's exciting in a scientific, not a personal sense. It's not even as involving as Makaliporn was."
"Promise?"
"Pinky swear, er, I mean yes, I swear."
Rico relaxed. "Gud. Whenzeyback?"
"Skipper mentioned today at some non-specific point, why?"
Rico shrugged. "Missem."
"We've teamed so long that it takes separate vacations to make us treasure each other all the more no don't look gassy I'm through with what mush I had to say. There. Done."
Rico pushed Kowalski back into the water as a reply.
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"Leave behind the shoes, sox and anything else that stinks. Let the humans puzzle out how the stuff got here, if they ever come into the Anteroom. I always like to leave a little mystery behind me."
Monday morning in Howe Caverns was like any other Monday morning, thought Skipper, as he watched Private take inventory of what to pack in Hello Kitty. "Two blankets to cram into you, Pussy, two jars of Pacific oysters complete with glop, one full canteen, one smartphone, six matches, a weird horsey tail flyswatter from weird Frances Alberta and her weird pal, Marlene's drawing, one quarter-full bottle of Gammel Dansk, and finally - "
"One dildo with b-batteries and accompanying lube," chimed in Skipper. "See, I can say it now."
"That's one small step for a bird, one giant step for - "
"Oh shut up."
"Aye, sir. Hello, wot's this?" Private poked at the very bottom of the backpack to shinny inside a flap. He extracted a Christmas cracker. "It's far from St. Knut's Day, wot was Marlene thinkin'? First a drawin', then a cracker."
Skipper held out his flipper and Private dropped the red and green foiled cracker into it. The commander examined the cylinder. "That girl," he said. "That girl."
"Yeah, righto, that girl. Why the whizbangy thingy?" Private's brow went up and down like an Otis elevator.
"That girl. I'm going to do - do something to her when I get back home. She planned for us to celebrate victory."
"Celebrate with a bang? Oh, I get it, a bang! Tee hee!" Private winked so hard that Skipper got worried about a cramp in his eyelid.
"Let's see what's inside, babe. You take this end, I'll grab this one. One two three and - "
"A bang! That's really, really funny, honey!"
"Yes. Yes, it is. One two three and - "
"Wot's inside, do you think?"
"I'll know when you'll know. Let's pull."
"Oooh, I can't stand the suspense!"
"Me, neither! So pull."
Private closed his eyes to extend a trembling flipper. He grasped the red end of the cracker.
"Are you sure you're ready?" Skipper's eyes twinkled.
"Oh, for Julien's sake, Skippa! Pull!"
They did. Marlene's last surprise exploded as with a bang!, cheap red and green foil gave. Silver and gold confetti flew. Neither had eyes for all that, as pretty as it was. Nor, when they bent, did they linger on the two paper crowns the now broken cracker had contained. Still, Skipper did pop one on his head before he began to look over the detritus scattered across the blankets. He joined Private as they sat tailor fashion.
"Peanut Butter Winkies! That girl! Wot a friend she is!" Private extracted a winkie from its wrapper, licking off the chocolate from around the nougat. He munched the peanuts faster than Skipper, who nibbled one winkie for Private's three.
"Slow down, slow down, you'll get a sugar rush and then crash. We've got a long swim ahead of us."
Private gobbled the last winkie halfway before he caught himself and passed Skipper the rest of it. "Dunno, Skippa, I got a cravin' for them worse than usual. Must be all the fresh air and, er, exercise I've been gettin'."
"They are just the thing to celebrate. You go, girl."
"Marlene, you're talkin' about."
"Sure! She da man, um, woman, oh you know what I mean."
"Oh," Private managed, trying to rise and landing right back onto their blankets instead, his limbs loose and sprawled. "I believe the winkie has gone right to my head." He looked as pliable as Silly Putty, Skipper thought, ready for shaping. He placed the other crown on Private's noggin.
"Heh. Mine, too."
Private questioned his love with a look into sharp blue eyes and then switched his gaze to somewhat lower. The younger bird reacted by picking up the Gammel Dansk for a little snort. "Must you always be so crude?"
"You like it. You wish you could be as direct as I am." Skipper plucked the bottle from Private's slack flipper. Then he flourished it as he took a step back and began dancing, snapping his hips while he hauled back his flippers as if rowing in the Yale-Harvard Boat Race.
Private's eyes became half-lidded, and not from the alcohol. He adjusted his crown. "Well. That's certainly direct."
Skipper smirked around a slug of Gammel Dansk and flung the bottle to the far side of the blanket. "I'm going to take advantage of you now."
"You can't take advantage of the willin'."
"Grant's special blend! You're full of liquid courage, aren't you?"
"Liquid somethin', anyway." Private jerked his head. "Why not come here and have a drink?"
Skipper sat back on his haunches, laughing. "Must you always be so crude?"
"Ah," Private sighed as he felt that wide, warm beak close around him. "I have had a smashin' teacher."
Skipper licked, rubbed, and nuzzled, but nothing exciting got out of the starting gate. He lay flat, idly crossing his ankles. "It goes like this sometimes, no matter what you do. Let's, let's - "
Private giggled as he stood up. "Skippa, let's dance." He opened his flippers to embrace an agreeable commander.
"Here, on gravel?" Skipper murmured as he started to lead.
Private stalled the lead as he said, "I want to karaoke with you."
"There's not a machine in sight - "
"Crikey, I meant carioca, the dance we did on Åland until you stopped it from going all the way."
Skipper had to think. "Oh right, the one from the movie. With you twerking like that, I had to halt to escape your charms." He knocked his forehead into Private's and clasped Private's hips as he ground their crotches together. "It's full steam ahead now."
Private's eyes rolled up and he shivered before he could join in to grip muscled glutes in turn. He moved in tandem slower than the tempo of the dance called for because when he tried to jazz it up, Skipper's greater height and heft prevailed to slow him down.
Skipper laughed low and deep. "Chill and enjoy, babe. You don't know your own strength, but I know mine. Yeah, it took thoughts of Alice and Officer X getting it on to subdue me, and I didn't know exactly what was happening in my head because it wasn't on straight after nearly dying." He hummed I can't get no satisfaction. "When I felt heaps better right before we flew back to En Why Cee, then I dreamed, uh, hoped to dream of something happening with us."
Private let go one butt cheek to meander to Skipper's front. He groped the half-hard member thoughtfully. "So on Åland you didn't have any problem - "
"Private, I crushed on you weeks later and nothing romantic occurred to me when we boogied the carioca because you were my baby." Skipper squeezed both cheeks hard.
"Hope isn't ever, ever realistic that's why it's hope and wot?"
Skipper freed a flipper to smooth the shocked look with a practiced caress. "Yes, my baby. Let's face it, I'm not likely ever to be a dad and well, seeing you hatch drummed responsibility for you right into my think melon. Protectprotectprotect beats in my head even now."
Private stopped swaying to unspoken music and seized the flipper as distress flooded his face. "You cannot think of me as your baby. I w-won't have it. Not after the last four months. You cannot."
Skipper kissed the shaking bird as he channeled Officer's Mentoring Manual Statute Three Sixteen: Treat Those Under You As Over You Because Without Them What Are You. "No, I don't any more and I didn't before we started to date, much less, er - er. Um. Uh."
"Have sex. Don't look away!"
Skipper had withstood sterner tongue lashings than this one. He had turned his head only for a second when he needed it most. "Give me space, will you? Patton's penny loafers!"
Private turned away and wrung his flippers as he sniffled, "I th-thought after the last four months and even before, before when I saved your bloody life on Åland and before that, when Dave kidnapped me and I c-came through hero-like to save penguindom from the uglies that you'd see me as - "
Hugs would have to do for the nonce to return the vacation on track with the best words Skipper could come up with, and he knew, he knew he wasn't as good with words as Kowalski was. Skipper held Private from behind as he murmured, "Babe, I know you're adult. A young adult, but adult, good golly molly, I wouldn't have been down there doing that if I didn't. Believe me. Stop crying. That's an order."
"I'm not!"
Skipper turned him around to check. Tears shimmered but did not fall. Private placed his flippers akimbo as Skipper took a step back literally and metaphorically to gesture to the Bronze Anteroom's splendor. "I feel better on this vacation and it's mostly your doing." It was time to tweak Operation: Spelunker Bunker Younker. "We'd have gone on okay if we hadn't visited here, but don't we deserve better than just okay?"
Private nodded and at the movement, one tear escaped as Skipper pretended not to notice. He plotzed and pulled Private onto his lap. Private lifted his head off Skipper's shoulder in a shorter time than he would have one year ago.
"How do you do it, Skippa?" Private twiddled one loose feather before tugging it free from Skipper's neck. He licked where it had joined his love's skin and allowed it to drift away.
Skipper had never felt more mellow. "Do what?"
"Be right all the time. Make the right decision for the team, every braap - I mean, every blinkin' time." With a smile, Private disengaged and sat beside his commander before he rolled onto his tummy. He pillowed his head on crossed flippers.
Skipper inched open the door to the memory vault of his early career as he beheld the light leave Xochi's eyes when she bubbled her last breath at her Quetzaltenango condo. He saw Rico kneel down for a final kiss. He felt Private's youthful sobs shake his belly as he stroked the tween's back. He noticed speculation over missed options behind Kowalski's somber gaze that would never make it past his beak. He observed Manfredi's and Johnson's valiant, weathered faces fall from hopeful to resigned.
He slammed the door shut. "Whoever told you I never botch command decisions is trying to sell you something, Private, so don't believe all you hear." It was time to leave Howe. "How about we split? Come on, we're burning daylight." Realizing he sounded brusque, he added softly, "It was a chingon gloryoutiful vacation, babe."
Private's embrace was heartfelt. "It was." The smile faded as he jerked apart. "Oooh, wait, your thimble! We didn't get it." He headed toward the humans' part of the caverns, towing Skipper behind him until the commander stopped short. Private spun on his heel.
"Reach should always exceed the grasp, yadda yadda. Private, I'm giving up on the thimble, no, I'm exchanging it for the security of leaving by Howe's original entrance with no humans to dodge, how do you like them apples?"
Private's lower beak wibbled. "Doesn't sound like you, Skippa. We could sneak into the gift shop now, since it's not ten yet and humans aren't out and about. You could complete your collection - "
Skipper shook his head. "Yellowstone National Park is what I need to complete my collection, and Howe isn't Yellowstone. It's tulips."
"Who are you and wot have you done with Skippa? Wot the aitch eee double hockey sticks do tulips - "
Skipper placed a calming touch on both tense shoulders. They slumped gradually as he explained. "Say you want to go to Paris. You want to see the Eiffel Tower, the Mouflon Rouge, the waterlilies of Manet, and those funny little pastries named after Napoleon the First, or Second, or Eighth, hell I don't know. But you can't get to Paris. You can get to Holland. Holland is nice. Holland has wooden shoes, lots of good beer, and tulips instead of waterlilies. Holland works best for the sitch, Private."
Skipper thought Private's eyes filled again and he wasn't having any grief on this bittersweet leavetaking. "Righto. Tulips."
The commander swatted a delectable behind to jumpstart their trip homeward. "Tulips."
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