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Undertow	By : pronker Category: +M through R > Penguins of Madagascar Views: 11388 -:- 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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While a certain rejuvenated and refreshed penguin team bounced on the back bumper of a bus returning to the Central Park Zoo, Marlene The Otter twirled into a trepidacious triple somersault without even thinking about it. She surfaced and accepted her popcorn treats from the kiddies with a shadow of her usual gusto.
Relishing her first day of Park duty back on the job in some time, Penny did not need to dig deep for a compliment. "Way to go, woohoo!" Penny's rider ditched her authoritarian reserve to clap loud and long. The policewoman hooked a knee over the pommel of her saddle for a long chat with Alice. The two women seemed to know each other.
Alice nodded to something that Penny's rider asked and the rider slid off her mount to hold the reins loosely. "Why, that's fantastic, Alice! When?" Marlene heard the officer say and then tuned the two humans out. She called to the trim chestnut horse.
"Hey, Penny. Thanks a bunch."
"Sure, girl. You got some new moves."
"Mmmhmm."
"And the kiddies love you," Penny pursued. Marlene was a good, solid acquaintance from about a year back. Penny did not know her well, but liked her. She had every reason to believe that Marlene felt the same way.
"That's nice to hear. Yeah, I guess they do, at that." Marlene pulled her mood upwards through sheer will, it seemed to Penny. The otter crinkled her whiskers as she lazed about in her pond with slow sweeps of her tail.
"So what's new?" Penny's rider may not have been her usual favorite officer, but the absent man's technique of drawing out answers stood any authority figure in good stead. Penny remained dedicated to upholding the crisp, no-nonsense look of her tack and saddle blanket with NYPD logo emblazoned on it, tastefully of course. Her stablemates and her sister teased her about her attitude, which she took in good humor.
Marlene made a rude noise. "Not a goshdarn thing. Same-o, same-o, ad aspidistra."
Penny gave Marlene's comment the good old horse laugh. Marlene joined in after a minute through sheer osmosis, which was Penny's intent.
"How's by you, Officer Penny? All healed up?"
Penny snorted. "Yes, indeedy. Swim therapy in a heated pool got all the muscle groups shipshape, as Skipper might say." Penny flicked an ear in the direction of the penguin pool. "They're hiding out today, huh?"
"They went someplace and I couldn't go, er, not that they asked me. Aw yeah, he'd say that. No crime too big or small for the team, you know. Too bad Brick and Cecil ripped off the tubing. The Park could have used it for next year's Fourth celebration for whatever the kelp reason they used it for in this year's." A tad more life crept into Marlene's tone. "Skipper and the guys could have nailed those two dimwits to help you. They're aces."
Maybe this was the reason she appeared subdued? "And they're gone so you're at loose ends? They do add spice to your life, lady."
"Why'd you say that?"
Oooh, defensive. "Not that you don't have your own spice ---- "
"D'oh! I sure have! I enjoy all kinds of things on my off hours, like ... painting. Stargazing. Playing Spanish guitar. Solo air hockey. Nothing to do with any penguin."
Penny's rider remounted and Penny danced her front hooves just for fun. "I know that, well, I didn't know you had so many hobbies, but I guessed. I like to crochet, myself."
"You're kidding, right?"
Penny's discipline never flagged in all her years in service to her City. She ambled away at a nudge of a booted heel. "Right! Later, kid!"
"Later! Stay safe out there!"
Alice leaned against the bricks of Marlene's habitat. "What were you two talking about?"
Marlene's eyes grew round. No way could Alice have understood any animal conversation. The otter dove to the bottom of her pond and when she resurfaced after six minutes, Alice stood in the same spot. "I'm looking at you because the penguins took a day off to be lazy inside their island shack, bozo. Don't try any funny business like jumping on my face again. I'm onto your tricks." Sour faced as usual, whatever good news Alice shared with her officer friend did not extend to making her like animals or her job any better. "I've got big important stuff coming up these next few months, and I don't need you to spoil my days here in Zoo-o Paradise-o. Word to the wise, sister."
Marlene trembled as much as she had facing Kuchikukan, Destroyer of Worlds, and this time there was no Kowalski to comfort her with a bracing flipper. When Alice's icy green eyes glared a final warning before the zookeeper stomped away, Marlene decided to wait for the penguins' return in their HQ. She raced through the underground conduit that connected otter and penguin waterways, the extra adrenaline powering every stroke. Up up up the ladder she climbed to the grate that lay flush to the floor of the short curved hallway leading to their privacy door. She entered the lair, bolting the latch behind her. Just once, Julien would be stymied if he tried to raid the fridge ... uh oh. Too late.
The lemurs had pranked again.
Miss Perky "stood" near the bunks, one arm draped across her eyes, head thrown back, left permanently arched foot pointed to the side, her other arm outstretched as if begging the world to behold her role as Discarded Lover. Marlene recognized Julien's Royal Tragedy pose.
Now this was just wrong. Rico and Kowalski hurt nobody --- no live body --- in their newfound love. She'd heard Miss Perky's story from Rico's beak as much as he was able, and Kowalski filled in the rest one sultry afternoon.
"Xochi was her name. She traveled Guatemala in a ballet troupe undercover for our Big Boss and because she could only sign and not speak, sleazy types forgot she could hear. The scum discussed plans for burglaries and such in night spots in her presence where she freelanced after performances as a bartender. We met her in Quetzaltenango where she and Rico hooked up faster than an Adelie penguin can hop rocks, which was ironic because she was an Adélie penguin."
"'Ski, tell me what she looks like, 'cause I've never met one."
"Why did you call me that?"
"Just for fun! And it sounds like winter and icebergs and penguins and snow, no? You do things for fun, don't you, m'man?" She hadn't meant to sound so doubting, but hey, maybe he did not do fun. Come to think of it, he had not shown much of a fun side. Ever. Skipper had at least tried to have fun on Fun Day.
"Science is fun for me." Kowalski thought some more. "Rico is fun."
"That's sweet, and and, yeah. It's sweet."
"I meant it to be a fact, sweet or not, but never mind. Getting back to Adélie penguins, let's just say that if we four were not the handsome sort of penguins we are, we would choose to be Adélie penguins. They are beautiful, with black heads, black beaks and white undersides to their flippers. The species has bold white-rimmed eyes and rosy pink pretty parts, or so Rico confided in me --- "
"Yeah, okay, that's enough. They're beautiful. Go on with Xochi, puh-lease. Enough with the science, sheesh." Marlene fanned herself. "She sounds like a brave gal."
"Yes. Very gallant, she was."
Rico, Skipper and Private raced each other underwater around their island, so it would be about eighteen minutes before they surfaced. Marlene looked both sympathetic and curious as she leaned up from her relaxed pose against her beach chair. "I'm sensing an unhappy ending, 'Ski."
'Ski looked down at the curly straw spiraling up from his drink. "Well, you would, wouldn't you, because where is Xochi now? She and Rico enjoyed a hot and heavy romance until one sleazo broke her cover ... and killed her."
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A/N Today, the 27th of October, 2017, is World Lemur Day! Partay, peoples! King Julien decrees it to be so!
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