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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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My friend Marlene had been gone to DC many days past her return date when Skippa sidled up to me topside as we smiled and waved at the humans. I could hear them speculatin' as to which of us was the mama bird and which the papa oh wot a lark to tease them this way. As a changeup, Skippa had explained to us all this mornin' of 24th April, K'walski and Rico handled egg duty for half a shift down at HQ and then I and Skippa would take half a shift and we would head down below. Oh fiddlesticks, only half a shift? I felt empty without an egg to care about and cuddle.
"Private, remember our eighth date in back of the snooty French restaurant at 60th and Columbus? The one on the fourth floor where we coverted into the alley to snag leftovers behind the building. Romantic, wouldn't you say?" Skippa's smile didn't reach his eyes, how strange. Was he testin' me?
"The Pussy Restaurant where we devoured flecks of salmon and atoms of rice topped by microns of tartar sauce on gold-rimmed plates? It's a favorite memory!" I answered, all a-quiver at reminiscin' about our love when we were at the heavy pettin' stage. That was specially jolly and oh so non-serious. It was wot folks do when they've not reached the level that I and my Skippa beached on after Howe Caverns tipsy-turvied us both. We are both full-feathered adults and no doubt about it because babies are on their way. I feel mature and settled into a steady, dependable love. That describes it best and if Uncle Nigel were here, he'd say it looked like that to him, too.
I know he would.
Somethin' in my face must have tipped Skippa off to my mood. "Well," he said in a bit of a grump that I'd not heard in awhile, "I want to go there again on our next date. And it's not the Pussy Restaurant, it's the Per Se Restaurant. Big difference, wouldn't you say?"
"Datin'? Now?" Datin' was ... was ... silly. Parentin' sounded much more appealin' to us adults, not slaverin' over salmon and sneakin' into back alleys. "Datin' is somethin' couples do before they get, you know, realistic. Like us."
His face, his face I couldn't read, not that it was ever easy with my Skippa.
Our afternoon passed in good time, neither too fast nor too slow. I felt downright copacetic.
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K'walski invented somethin' in his lab while Rico, Skippa and I hung out in our garage. Since all the guests left and Alice likely wouldn't risk comin' out in a downpour, we left the garage door up. The rain pitpatted most pleasantly from the gutters. I remembered how Marlene said, "Grain Rain is a-comin', my friend, and won't it be a kick and a half on April 20th to, you know, feel the weather warm up?" She'd rained a hitsie on my shoulder and I pushed her a tad, all in good fun. I missed talkin' to Marlene about Skippa, especially when he brought up datin' once more and I stood near the garage door like a silly willy ding dong with little to defend myself against pure determination.
"What are you getting at? Are you saying that we'll never date again, all because of these" - my honey pointed to wot lay invisible between his legs and then over to where Rico did somethin' or other on our car. Rico, now he was growin' into parentin' maybe a tad faster than Skippa. Rico leaned over the open hood, flourishin' a wrench in one flipper and a round, flat belt in the other. He whistled How Could You Believe Me When I Said I Loved You When You Know I've Been A Liar All My Life? and probably couldn't hear us between his whistlin' and the rain. I guess that's Rico for you, no sentiment if he can help it. Wot to say, wot to say ... Ahah!
"Skippa, mightn't we hiatus like we did - "
"Private, I don't want another hiatus. Been there, done that."
"I'm s- "
"Forget it." He turned into a smilin' and wavin' robot, bobbin' and weavin' as he danced around me in wot we called true penguin behavior. The book on birds said so in diagrams and pictures. I did the same with him, dartin' my noggin up and down and spreadin' all my joints. I squawked.
Skippa squawked back, nothin' I understood, nothin' in animal speak, or was this somethin' in another language that he spoke and I did not? He knew ever so much more than me. It got to me sometimes.
Rico joined in and we must have sounded a right natural rookery of penguins.
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When day was done and chow was on the table, we two ate in silence while Rico and K'walski did likewise. I snuck a peek at them. They seemed content and when Rico play slapped K'walski over grabbin' the bigger smelt, K'walski slapped back and they got lost in their own little world of love. K'walski nibbled Rico's cheek and Rico ducked his head, cute as all get out.
Skippa ate distracted-like as he did when he first got back from wot he called his Shanghaied Mission. He'd told us about Alex, Buck Rockgut and General Shinjen inspirin' his leadership even when they were just pigments of his imagination spirit guides. That next Team Buildin' Week was especially hideous. Tonight he seemed filled with thoughts that he did not see fit to share.
When our littles hatched and we carved out a bed space to hold the two darlin's, then, then Skippa and I would get back on track. As for wot happened after that, well. We'd figure somethin' out. I did not want to slight the littles we would have by makin' even more littles, if that was even possible. Who knew when Frances Alberta's voodoo would wear off, or my constitution threw away wot she did to the dungheap? Wot if my innards stayed the same? Would Doc think it wise to operate on me? Please, no. I couldn't bear losin' somethin' natural off me even if I did get it supernatural. It would be worse than Roy losin' his horns. Just because I don't hear mystical in my head anymore doesn't mean everythin' has changed back. I think.
"Private, let's take a waddle around the zoo before we need to egg sit. How about it?"
Not an order, then. "Okay."
"I want to check out Alice's place."
"Why, sir?" K'walski looked up from his puddin'. He'd gotten a smidgen on his beak and Rico licked it off for him. He pushed Rico away.
Skippa didn't answer at once. "To gather intel on her home's layout. She moved in a while back so all her stuff ought to be put away unless she's slapdash, which she may very well be. I wouldn't put it past her to have stuff from her last move still in boxes." He ought to have pulled a disgusted face at that last sentence, and he didn't. Maybe he was just off in his mind figurin' out how to access the innards of her apartment.
I slurped the last of my juicebox. "I'm ready." I was Morale Officer for this bunch and this included my morale, too. Off we went right after K'walski gave more than necessary detail about how to access Alice's new home.
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We entered the space a different way than K'walski and Rico had. Skippa tossed me up to the second story ventilatin' grille from where he stood on the dumpster lid behind the zoo cafeteria. I dug my beak into the slots and held on with both flippers and then Skippa leaped beside me to use my beak to lever it open. We shan't do that again, I think, but it worked this time.
Crawlin' behind Skippa the twenty feet of ventilatin' duct towards the apartment, we heard two voices.
"Filo, upsydaisy!"
"Amiga, why the vinyl covers on all the furniture?"
I heard embarrassment, an emotion Alice couldn't feel, or at least I'd never heard her express. Huh, learn somethin' every day. "I grew up this way, what about it?"
I peeked beside Skippa into the apartment. A girl, no, a woman, with bouncy curls had bounced onto the floor and Alice handed her up onto her feet. It must be ever so nice to have hands.
"Oh. Never mind, far be it from me to criticize the teachings of childhood. Say, like the crib?"
Skippa stayed stony-faced when Alice thrust both arms into the charmin' crib. She emerged with oodles of plushies, including one or two of me and I don't know how many of Skippa. I pointed and elbowed him before mufflin' a giggle but no, he was business-like accordin' to wotever his ongoin' mood was that day. He could have popped popcorn with that steely gaze as he gathered intel.
Ho hum.
"It's just about right, girlfriend." Alice squeezed the plushies until several fluttered from her grasp. Filo bent to retrieve them with a nod of thanks from Alice. Filo plopped hers back into the crib.
"I had fun putting it together with you, just saying. It's like you're my sister."
"Uh, yeah, me, too. Like we're Girl Scouts together, or something oh those are good memories. Grandpa Admiral made sure I socialized so I didn't miss him when he was off undersea before he retired and then off teaching seminars when he did. The Daisy meets were fun." I saw Alice nuzzle her face into the plushie that was me. Skippa snorted.
"Why don't we see this care when she's on the job? We're cute as hell," he whispered.
I shrugged because there wasn't any real answer. I held my breath at Filo's next question.
"Hey, girl, anything up with the penguins at night?"
Alice sounded bored. "Nah, the egg thing has settled them down, just the way I like 'em because they're fluffy little snow clowns." Then she threw a ball to roll for a seven-ten split down the alley.
"Scooter Alvarez hinted around he'd like to date me to Bonnie Chang after he saw my footage from the Pickpocketing Incident. Bonnie got back to me about it during an after-shoot debrief, or whatever you call it when you loop dialogue when their sound system went whackadoo during the actual shoot. I dunno the terms - "
"Eeeee! A date? What did you tell her, bomboncita? And I don't know the right word, either. Show stuff is not my thing."
Skippa tensed while Alice spoke. "Aw, you know, I turned him down to Bonnie and I guess she relayed the word because he never called or anything. I'm not interested in dating since Junior here" - she slapped her tummy and I cringed - "started swimming around inside me where I can feel him, or, or her, I don't know and I don't want to know him or her." She ducked her head. "He's more real to me than Scooter is."
Filo's jaw dropped before she took both hands to shut it dramatically. "Way?"
"Way. I just, just am out of the dating scene for good, I guess. It's funny."
Filo sat suddenly and the sofa's plastic screeunched as it took her weight. "My sisters didn't say that, but then they were married and their hubs made them, uh, do things like go out to dinner and movies when they didn't really feel like it. They played along to get along, it seems."
Alice preened herself. "I've not had to do that. Way to go, me." She raised a hand and Filo high-fived it.
"Private," husked Skippa, "grab the layout of the apartment as my backup guy, on my mark. Mark." I nodded and used my penguin direction sense to plot the whereabouts of crib, screen to shroud the crib, sofa, 52-inch TV screen and assorted electronic gizmos as well as the door leadin' to Alice's bedroom. Skippa likely finished in half my time, I thought as I nodded again.
"Then we're out of here." He turned away to slide off down the duct. I looked a final time at Alice and though she'd never catch my lingo, I whispered to her.
"I understand."
We got back and debriefed the others on our stroll that turned into a mission while we put on our thongs. They gave us the two eggs that decorated our lives, sweet adorable eggs containin' our kids that we'll share with Rico and K'walski ... oh, Skippa. Just a bit more time and our littles will arrive. Will you be ready?
Will I?
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