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Quoth The Raven 404	By : pronker Category: +M through R > Penguins of Madagascar Views: 1951 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this fanfiction using the characters and settings of Dreamworks' Penguins of Madagascar franchise. I do not own Dreamworks.

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"Ittle dirl wuvs her mama? Esserdo!" cooed Marlene as she accepted her daughter into loving paws. "Isser okeydokey after checky wecky uppie?"
Sally made a face and he smothered a laugh. "She seems fine and if she got any shots, she finished crying before I got her back, Marlene. I couldn't handle it if she cried from pain."
The parents shared a look. "Me neither," said Marlene.
Kowalski harrumphed. "Let's change the subject because scientifically speaking, Sally understands more than she is able to reciprocate. Soon she will begin telegraphic speech, such as you-Tarzan-me-Jane."
"Yeah, well, we can't do the spelling thing that human parents do to tiptoe around dicey subjects, Kowalski, so what do you suggest?" Skipper anticipated a problem and looked to his second for an option as solution as proactive as he always was. Sally hiccuped and Marlene bobbled her up and down.
Kowalski considered, tapping his beak. "Option Number One is coded speech, which would be similar to our attack codes. For example, if we say Routine Forty-Six, that might mean Give Sally her binky."
Rico submitted a hooboyKwoskii to the conversation as he produced a set of keys in his usual fashion to dangle them before Sally. She continued hiccuping and Marlene bobbled harder.
"LookiekeezSawwykeez!"
"Yeah, that's sounding okay about codes," said Skipper. "Codes work. I like your physical approach though, Rico, and we'll keep that as Co-Option One."
Rico stuck out his tongue at Kowalski and Kowalski did likewise. Sally looked from one uncle to the other and did the same. Combined with the attack of hiccups, the spit production turned impressive.
"Guys, guys, way to go setting a bad example," scolded Marlene as she swung around to divert Sally from viewing the two commandos. "Now she's learning to be rude."
"Sowwy'Eenie."
"Sorry, Marlene." Kowalski plowed onto another subject as he gave Rico the stink eye out of Sally's sight. "Moving along, sir, your team is fired up and ready to receive Boxing Day gifts. If you see fit to give them, that is, and by no means are we hinting around --- "
"No, you're not hinting, you're straight up asking. I get it, Kowalski." Skipper plotzed onto the bottom bunk that he and Marlene shared when she slept over. It was unlike his usual strut before his team giving directions and the four teammates looked uncertain as to what would happen next. Marlene moved Sally from her hip to Skipper's lap with a wink.
"A little bird tells me that Sally and I have something to look fooorward to," Marlene singsonged as she blotted her shoulder with a handy rag.
Kowalski rolled his eyes and seemed about to exercise his lieutenant-ly right to admonish Marlene for being too flippant. That didn't sit well with Skipper and he moved to do some blotting of his own to distract Kowalski's laser-like focus. "Fetch the rag from Marlene for me, Kowalski. Ittle Dirl is a Ittle Fountain today."
After a haughty look at the mother otter, Kowalski settled for standing with flippers akimbo. Private stood at attention except for his gaze, which descended on the TV set against the wall. He jerked his regard back to eyes front, but time and again the TV set drew him. Rico was about as subtle as he always was and stared at the TV. Marlene placed herself at the far left as the team stood in loose formation befitting the informality of the day.
Skipper kept a straight face. Little things like Marlene telegraphing her knowledge of his hiding the box behind the TV had no place in irritating a commander of his length of experience. He dandled Sally on his lap and he knew his expression softened, but that was all right. He was among friends even though they acted like employees in the heat of a mission or worse, a battle.
"Any time you're ready, honey."
He kept silent and concentrated on the bundle on his lap. Sally's hiccups ran their course and she leaned against his chest, a most agreeable sensation. Her back wasn't strong enough yet to enable sitting upright for long, her black and white fur remained fuzz without longer guard hairs, and as yet she hadn't any teeth. Was the drooling a sign of teething? He himself had no teeth and thus no comparison. Teeth meant that she would exhibit yet another way than growing fur to be different from her father. Skipper drifted in concentration and that was okay, too. He had no enemies here in their HQ. May it ever be so, he thought as Sally reclined with heavy eyelids in the crook of his flipper.
"Aaaaaany time --- "
"Okayokay. I do have one present for you all, no individual gifts this year."
"Oh." Marlene turned swift as thought from disappointment to excitement. "I knew it! It's a family sized blob of cotton candy, right?"
She was sweet as cotton candy herself. Skipper rubbed Sally's fuzzy little head and said, "Nope, babe, it's better."
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