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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
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- 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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Private's enthusiasm reached quantum levels. "Oooooh, yayyyyyy! It looks like wot you've all told me about our rookery on Antarctica! It's got oodles of levels and shines in the moonlight like a really shiny thing and it's almost indigo ice under the stars!"
"Kowalski, analysis?"
"Kastelholm is a castle left over from power plays between Finland, Sweden, and Denmark hundreds of Marches ago." Rico cooed and slapped his own rump as if he were a rider on a horse as he galloped towards Private, who played as if grabbing the reins of a recalcitrant steed.
"Oooh, good question, Rico! Were there faintin' damsels in silks and sword swingin' knights in tournaments ridin' fiery warhorses?"
"I'm not sure. It's been used to store grain a lot."
"Oh."
"And to build ships, Private! Don't look so glum. It's surrounded by a fjord, it's made of brick and mortar with granite capstones in some parts, it has two towers with the bigger one about 70 feet from the ground, and it has two baileys --- " Kowalski hurried to get this infodump out before being interrupted with what he knew would come next.
Skipper tapped the tips of his flippers together. "Denmark, you say? Those ships. Would those be Viking ships?"
"Way after the time of the Vikings, sir. Waaaaaayyyyy after."
"Oh." Skipper surveyed the castle. The tension of past conflicts that lay pulsing in its depths was layered over with masterful control, which was just what he admired about a building or anyone, actually. Late winter constellations wheeled above and really, this March was turning out to be a stellar event for the whole team and not just Private. The castle loomed still before them and there was no traffic on the road ringing the stone structure. After they had passed the deserted lorry miles back, they had seen no cars and that was, Skipper admitted, quite pleasant after New York City 24/7 bustle. Yes, this was the place.
Kowalski reached a similar decision. "It would be way cool to scale the heights after jumping this pitiful security fence, Skipper --- "
"Quiet, I'm thinking. Time until the zoo opens?"
Kowalski's brain calculated the angle of the moon and the position of the polar stars in a split second. "'About eight hours."
"Men, it'll be just me and Private on top of that castle. It's time to up Private's security clearance tonight for his 'special briefing.' "
"Oooooooh, Skippa! Air quotes!"
"Air quotes. The sign of highest import." Kowalski became the voice of reason. The senior members of the team nodded firmly to each other. "We understand, Skipper. It's time." Kowalski turned away, but Rico stood fixed in place. His grin brought all sorts of angst to Private. "Come along, Rico," said Kowalski. "We'll cannonball into the fjord around the castle. You'd like that, right? Fjord? Like in the Norway cruise brochure? Us two, together? Never swim alone?"
"Ah huh." Rico continued to grin and Kowalski dragged him away with an apologetic glance at Private.
"Should I be prepared for somethin' drastic?"
"You should." Skipper led the way to what Private thought was called a battlement, but to him looked like a crumbling wall. Up, up they climbed through scree clustered at the base, and then they hopped from toehold to toehold up the sheer wall like the athletes they were. Private normally would have made a game of it or even raced Skipper to the top. Something told him not to and to follow instead. Once they reached a stopping point at the top of the crumbly bit thirty feet up from the newfallen snow, he made to continue to the top of the highest tower one hundred feet over and forty more feet up. The roof of all parts of the castle were coated with metallic shingles to ward off snow, but snow stubbornly dotted the metal in several slick-looking places. It would have looked magnificent in the moonlight if it were watermelon snow, but it wasn't.
Private couldn't help being exuberant. Special briefing! Higher security clearance! Need to know! "Up to the rooftop, then?" The roof of Kastelholm contained the steepest pitch that he'd ever seen. With firm guidance from the excellent example of penguinhood standing before him, how could he fail to reach the tip-toppiest top no matter how slippery the slope?
Skipper looked around. "Nah, here is good." He plopped his fluffy behind on a granite block bigger than a breadbox and patted the space beside him. He swung his feet. "Plotz."
"Aww, Skippa, I can make the top."
"This is high enough. Do you want your 'special briefing' or not? As ranking Private First Class of this unit, you have the right to refuse." Skipper leveled a steady gaze at the anxious young penguin.
Private glanced yearningly towards the rooftop forty feet above him. He knew he could make it, why New York City's skyscrapers could look down on this castle with stories and stories towering above it, and he had scaled many a tall building on a single zipline or at most several bounds. It wasn't fair.
Skipper's crisp tones broke Private's sulling up. "Make up your mind. I'm giving you 1.8 more minutes and then I'm outta here. Looking forward to jackknifing into the fjord, now that I see how big it is." He jerked his beak towards the view.
The full moon shed light on the prettiest vista that Private had seen since jetpacking over the countryside after defeating Dave, AKA Dr. Octavius Brine. The fjord glinted as starlight picked out wavetops riffled by the light breeze, the Ploughman drove the Bears around the Pole Star, and he thought he could see two little splashes emerging from under the bridge that had to have been Rico and Kowalski cavorting. Was that a charming windmill through the linden trees in the distance? Private sat down.
"Good choice. Let's start on the hard stuff, get it out of the way. Private, this 'special briefing' is about the team and how it works. You'll know more at the end than at the beginning. First off, any questions?"
"Wot happened with Doris and K'walski?"
"Relationships, yes you would want to know about them since you're you and so damn sensitive. Um."
"A brief briefin', please, Skippa."
"Outstanding, because I'm not good with words. Like these ones I'm about to say. These ones, starting right ... here." Skipper stopped swinging his feet. "Doris The Dolphin met Kowalski when you were moulting your second set of adorable downy feathers and we left you behind on the Operation: Dolphin Island mission. He was um, oh, er, struck, to put it politely, by her sonar ability and shiny hide, I guess. Rico and I never saw it, but there you go. They dated a few times, she wanted someone hipper, and she broke things off. Kowalski was a wreck for six awful, endless months. When I met her again on a solo mission off Coney Island during the Mermaid Parade that claimed to show real mermaids --- "
Private was anxious to contribute something to tonight's epic event. "Oooh, yes, the brawl from the Wonder Wheel all the way to the Tilt-a-Whirl when the crowd discovered that there aren't any real mermaids, I remember that --- "
"Actually, there are real mermaids in Atlantis, but your security clearance isn't high enough for me to tell you more. Back to Doris, Kowalski, and ... your own commanding officer. She said she wanted to be friends with Kowalski --- "
"But that's super! Just like all of us are friends --- "
"Not when you want something more, young Private."
Private shoved this away to think about later. "So wot happened next? When did she tell you that she wanted to be friends with K'walski?"
"When she kissed me goodnight. And when she kissed me good morning."
"Oh, Skippa, you didn't."
Skipper stared at the faraway windmill. "I did. I never wanted Kowalski to find out, but when Doris met Kowalski again and they reconnected, she blabbed everything." He shrugged. "It was just my bad luck day."
"But why --- "
"Here's my fail, Private. He didn't speak to me or invent anything for a month and it was hurting the team, so I'll tell you what I told him. 'Kowalski,' I said, 'the morning after, Doris thought that she and I were an item. I got ready to leave, she got mad and asked, 'If you're going to treat me this way, why did you, uh er uh, go out with me?' in this really screechy dolphin voice that haunts me even now. 'Because he couldn't,' I said. 'Because you're the type to run him ragged.' Now you realize, Private, that this was difficult to say to Kowalski."
"I can imagine."
"Yes, it was muy difícil to get these words out between dodging punches and roundhouse kicks. I'm only telling you this because your 'special briefing' ought to include fiascos as well as good things about our team. After my black eyes cleared up but before my ulcers went away, he and I were on good terms again. And he and Doris have now moved on, or away, or something, I can't follow all the ups and downs." Skipper rubbed his forehead. "It makes it hurt right here."
Private rubbed his own forehead. "And you told me you fell down the stairs, right, I remember now. So you, um, with someone you didn't fancy for the team. I get it."
"Your security clearance just upped a notch. There are lots of things you don't need to know, but" --- Skipper heaved a breath --- "this next part you do need to know, and it's a good thing in life and in the team. Private, when two birds lo-like each other very much --- "
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" --- aaaaand that's why what happened happened between Miss Kitka and myself and that's why you saw what you saw when we did what we ... did. There. Any questions no good we're done here let's go swim."
"Skippa, I know about sex. Look, I even drew a picture in the snow! Wot I really want to learn is how to be a leader."
"Pffft, that's easy! Make your word your bond. End of story." Skipper leaned forward. "Let me see the drawing, Private. Hmmm." In a jiffy, Skipper sketched two more figures in convoluted poses. "That's the Chinstrap Sisters and me. Anything else?"
"Wot's that big hairy thing up there on top of the highest tower?"
IOIOIOIOIO
TBC
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