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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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Policewoman Filomena Irizarry trod delicately as she studied her robust friend Alice Nelson, who carried seven months' worth of baby to make her even more robust. Not much escaped Alice, including Hot Pocket lunches followed by hot fudge sundaes from a zoo vendor's cart. This would take tact worthy of her negotiator training; the first step was to place blame on Higher Authority who ideally was not on the premises. "Alice, it's out of my hands. The Commish oversees possible public hazards and the two eggs gained beaucoup attention from Channel One. Just look at these crowds, bomboncita."
Filo figured that Alice mirrored the stance of one of the penguins from long association. The penguin in question speared the two women with a piercing gaze as it stood with flippers akimbo. Filo wondered if it were the mother or the father of the egg peeping through its protective belly feathers. "Yeah yeah, who could miss 85 percent more visitors than usual on a Friday that's not a holiday?"
Humans milled, pushed, oohed, and ahhed at the foursome of penguins smiling and waving on their faux floe. Vendors snaked their way through the outlying fringes, hawking soft pretzels, snowcones, churros, and the ever present hot dogs. Meaty smells and smoke from the grill wafted past Penny, who whickered long and loud as she danced her front feet.
"Whoa, girl, three more hours until our shift is done. You can handle this, mija."
Penny snorted and tossed her head. "Easy for you to say, Filo, with your puny smeller," she snarked back in animal speak. She subsided at a friendly pat at the proud arch of her chestnut neck, where pink ribbons threaded through the mane that had outgrown its roach. Anyone would think she resented being made to appear girly to celebrate springtime and new life, and anyone would be half right.
"What can you do that I can't?" Alice's voice sounded truculent. Filo was used to that.
"I can spot troublemakers easier from this height, Penny can impose with her size and strength to separate them from innocent bystanders - "
"Hmph."
"And she and I can chase them down if necessary. You must admit that you'd put yourself in an awful spot if you had to do that."
Alice regarded her expanded midsection. "I'd call Maurice The Other Zookeeper on my walkie talkie to sprint for me." She stroked the part of her body that corresponded to the warm bulge that comforted the penguin eggs. "I just want to do my job and build up benefits, Filo. Let me do that, huh?"
A set of parents and their ten year old son pressed forward in vain to see the penguins and their eggs. The three dressed as tourists to Filo's trained eye, and they oozed polite reserve that would not gain them access to what they came to see. "Alice, check out those three. Let's help them, eh?"
"Hmph." But Alice bulled her way through the crowd despite her grousing. "Coming through! Let's show international guests some love! Move it, lady! Outta my way, Monsignor!" She grasped the traveler's arm unceremoniously to tug him after her. He in his turn took his wife's hand and she towed their son to make a four-person convoy through swarming waves of New Yorkers.
"Takk," the man said as Alice ensconced them at the habitat's railing. "Tusen takk. Per, sønn, penguinss! Dese fire liffed in Åland vit us at zoo, nei?"
"Ja, Pappa! Mamma, kannst du ihn sehen?"
"We spikk English today, Per. Practice, practice, practice."
The boy bounced with both feet on the bottom rail while pointing excitedly and Alice didn't stop him. She crossed her arms. "Penguins are birds but they don't fly," she instructed the child by old habit, to be overwhelmed with a storm of facts from the boy in a Nordic or Slavic language accent, Filo didn't know which. He was doubtless correct because she caught the words meters and abyssal and plumage.
"Penny!" called Kowalski. "Hi!"
"Hi and congrats to you, Kowalski! What a trip to see you four with eggs! I'll bet Marlene teased you plenty!"
"She's off on a diplomatic junket to the National Zoo, Penny," Skipper said. "She doesn't know yet."
Private widened his stance and pulled up his belly. "Look, here one is!"
Appreciative squeals from humans arose as Penny gawked. "I'm gobsmacked, as you would say, Private. That's just fantastic for the zoo and our fair city. How - "
"Never mind, long story," interrupted Skipper. "We'll let you get back to work and so will we." He nudged Private, who resumed looking cute as a bug's ear.
Filo witnessed the interchange of penguin brays and horsie nickerings complacently as she kneed Penny to nudge their way slowly through the crowd to the railing. "Wouldn't you like to know what they're saying, amiga?"
"I have my suspicions, Filo. I have my suspicions."
"Oh come on, you can't understand animal talk and you know it." Filo twirled a pink ribbon at her friend, who had placed her hand on Penny's neck to rest her weight briefly.
Alice's rare smile turned wicked. "Take it from me, those penguins communicate no matter their species. Doc examines them only once in a while and doesn't believe me when I tell him that, so I stopped telling him. I see them everyday, though, and I have my suspicions."
Filo slapped her friend's hand playfully. "You always have suspicions. I like that about you, I really do."
"Hmph."
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Brick and Cecil had developed a silent code between them throughout their long association. Brick made faces that contributed to his appearance of being not all that bright, and Cecil flipped his ponytail various ways to communicate with Cecil in a crowd without alerting the flatties to their nefarious intent. 'Flatties' were marks, rubes, schmoes, the incipient victims of low-level crime in which the pair specialized. Brick contributed the term in the early days, and Cecil went along with the gag because it indicated Brick's uncomplicated view of people other than Cecil. Cecil liked being the center of Brick's world.
For example, today Brick scratched his right ear and that meant 'teen girl with a designer label purse.' Cecil stroked his right earlobe and that meant 'go for it she's probably rich.' Like lionesses separating a young girl gnu from the herd, the two flanked the blonde wearing Gucci flats and a strangely unfashionable mini. She chatted with her friends nonstop as the gaggle of four specimens of untrammeled girlhood took selfies - Brick and Cecil ducked out of range through long practice - and then turned their camera phones towards the penguins.
"Bitchin'."
"Waaaaay primal, I dig it."
The flattie leaned back and then forward. "Dammit, I need new glasses."
What Cecil took to be her bestie spoke up. "Cats' eyes! Get cats' eye glasses with sequins, Marva!"
So they had a name for the mark. So what. So she needed better glasses and that was why the mini's yellow houndstooth checks did not match the coral blouse and red leather jacket. So what. Cecil raised his right shoulder as if working out a kink and Brick pressed forward towards the habitat railing. The bulky man used his presence to herd the girls closer to his partner and just as Cecil had hoped, Marva frowned without looking towards whoever intruded on her personal space, Bestie made room for her at her side, and the other two ignored who was doing the pushing.
"All right, you people, be polite. I know it strains your nature, but be polite. No shoving." Alice's stentorian tones warned Cecil to be quick about his trade, which he was. He'd switched from plan A to plan B in an instant because he spotted an inside pocket on Marva's unzipped red leather jacket at the level of the outside pocket. As she leaned forward to see better, the jacket flapped open, he dipped inside with two fingers sensitive to their targets and retrieved a wallet. Just in time, the tiny dog inhabiting Marva's large bag had made its presence known through a growl. Criminiddly, a dog shaped like a hairless rat ought to be illegal. For sure, Marva would not allow a doglet to squat upon important stuff like driver's license and credit cards. He bet she just got her license, too, by the look of her, and treasured it beyond reason.
Cecil pushed away memories of burning through his trust fund at college when he was just a few years older than these girls, never graduating, and lowering his expectations into crime. He slid the wallet into his pants pocket just as Marva The Mark screamed. "Eeeeee! My keys! My wallet! I've been robbed!"
Silly girl, he hadn't nabbed any keys. Cecil grabbed Brick as he passed by him and pushed the outsized galoot towards the exit. Brick took one step for each three of Cecil's and knew what to do. With panicky folks scattering out of their way, the two became one as Cecil piggybacked onto Brick while the big man took off with gargantuan strides.
"Outta my way! Police!" Filo blew her whistle and urged Penny to pursue the perps. The whistle shrilled, people milled, and the great number of guests today hindered an officer's effort to stop the crooks.
Just before Maurice The Other Zookeeper dodged his own covey of frightened guests to close the gates for security purposes, Brick and Cecil darted through. "Onward, my large friend, to Fifth Avenue! Our carriage awaits!"
"Cece! Whaddaya mean?" Brick jogged faster.
Cecil leaned over Brick's shoulder, careful not to disrupt their balancing act. "There! Let's hijack the carriage!"
A dullard of a carriage horse plodded with a top hatted driver who looked ready for his afternoon break. A lone passenger wore a fedora, of all things, and sat primly as she eyed the passing scene. She looked frightened but not overwhelmed by the approach of two men using one pair of shoes. "Whaaaa - "
The driver sprang to attention and flourished the whip that most often was for display purposes only. "Here, now!" He snapped it to scare his attackers and the end flicked the horse's rump.
The horse trembled with nerves and reacted to the whip by commencing to trot. Brick matched the pace alongside as Cecil seized the whip, the hand holding the whip, and the collar of the driver. "Get off and you won't get hurt! You, too, lady!" he shouted.
"Mel, jump and I'll follow you! Don't be a hero!" the lady shrieked.
Mel's lined face twisted in worry. "Don't be mean to Dewey, 'e's a good 'orse, 'e is! Ms. Lavin, bail off!"
The passenger splintered her Spanish guitar over Brick's head, which was the part of him least likely to take damage. "Ow! Stop that, lady! Just do what Cecil says!"
Cecil groaned. "Way to keep our identities anonymous, stupid!"
The carriage bounced and jounced as four people and one horse spread chaos. Cecil pulled harder on the driver's collar and the man jumped, leaving his whip in Cecil's hand as he rolled away from the carriage wheels. Still running alongside, Brick bobbled Cecil onto the passenger seat next to the fuming female. She jabbed the frets of her ruined guitar at Cecil and he glowered in her furious face as she blistered him with words. "You slimeball! Mel is one day from retirement and so is Dewey! I'll write a folk song about this and you two will end up the laughingstock of your, your, criminal underworld!" Nobody could say she lacked bravery or poetry.
"Save it, lady, and jump. Last warning." Cecil waved the whip and she quailed but threw him a dirty look. "Jump, I said!"
The lady stuck out her tongue at him before she jumped and after she threw the guitar neck at him. He batted it away with the whip and clambered into the driver's seat. The horse couldn't see what was happening in the carriage due to his blinkers, but he understood anger and broke into a gallop. "Brick, keep up!"
"Can't! Save yourself, Cece!"
Cecil seized the reins Mel had surrendered and strove to halt the panicky horse. The horse took the bit in his teeth as he headed for the safety of his home barn by instinct. Cecil hauled on the reins and muttered so that Brick would never, ever hear him. "I won't leave my only friend in the world, oh no." He continued pulling as he looked behind him to spot Brick gallantly sprinting after the carriage, while farther back on the trail Folk Singer Lavin and Mel The Driver shook their fists at them and mouthed bad words in their direction.
The horse named Dewey decided to pace himself to a canter because it was some distance until the stable. Besides, his hearing may not have been what it was when he was a two year old, but it picked up hoofbeats made by the distinctive horseshoes of New York's Finest pounding way back on the trail. It was best to let the other horse catch up and its rider could give these two what for.
Brick ran alongside the carriage and fumbled diving aboard, but get aboard he did. "Thanks, Cece!"
"Think nothing of it, my good man. And now, we escape to Fifth Avenue!" Cecil felt he had control of the situation. He flicked the whip at Dewey, who gave him the good old horse laugh.
Five minutes later, Cecil and Brick looked down the barrel of a Glock .45 - 9mm weapon of a policewoman looking grim despite her fancy curled hair and beribboned mount. "Halt! Hands where I can see 'em, bozos."
Penny wheezed to Dewey, "What a cross country race, m'man. And you say you're retiring?"
Dewey worked his rubbery lips the way he did when Mel fed him avocados. "It's time to put me to pasture, but what a way to go out!"
Penny got her breath back as Filo dismounted, cuffed the baddies, and called for backup. Penny nibbled Dewey's hip. "Hey, you'll be on the eleven o'clock news because Chuck Charles and Bonnie Chang arrived with the Channel One TV truck just as zoo gates slammed shut. Were those two humans wired with excitement or what?" She whispered, "They smell like something's going on between them, but you didn't hear it from me."
Dewey rolled his eyes. "Stable gossip I will not miss, young lady. Ah, there's Mel and Christine!"
Two footsore humans trudged up to the carriage and jabberjawed with Filo. Penny caught "race for the pennant sounds like a good title" and "'allo, there you be, good ol' Dewey me lad" as she twitched her hide to keep the muscles underneath warm. The lush Kentucky bluegrass, dichondra, and fescue of Central Park had felt marvelous flashing under her hooves, she witnessed the two crooks arrested who had contributed to her injury the last time they tangled with the law, and life was good. Her dear departed sister Colleen would say so, too.
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