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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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"'Kippaaah! 'Kippaahh!"
It was the team's least vocal but most bombastic component, Rico, who approached Skipper on a breezy and almost clear April Monday morning with a name for a baby girl. Rico put on quite the show scraping his toe in a circle in front of him and looking around the bulge of his belly towards the wiggling toe. "Kippaaaaah, Chapinafergrrrrl."
Ahah. Huh. Chapina, well would you look at that. He's given this lots of thought. This would take delicacy, so Skipper dredged it up from somewhere deep inside after looking at the lone cloud in the spring sky for inspiration. "Um, Rico, Chapina is a fine name and it shows your affection for Guatemala and all, but it also has the Xochi connection. Do you really want Kowalski to be reminded of your dead love whenever he calls the name of our daughter?"
Rico could be stubborn even when pushed gently. "Chapina."
Option Number Two. "Kowalski doesn't deserve this, Rico. He's upset enough that Chapina" - Skipper emphasized the name that was personally okay with him but dammit he had to think of his team - "isn't from him or you containing his and your genetic legacy." Cripes with a clutch purse, was Private's tiptoeing nature coloring his style here? He straightened up as he focused on obtaining the optimal result. "So think of another, equally good, name." He shouldn't have to add that's an order and certainly did not wish to.
Rico let the issue go as hoped, so Skipper did not need to deploy Routine Nineteen: Steamroll. "Tactic." Rico got an evil look and rubbed his flippers together like Snidely Whiplash. "Tactic, Gwomala." He threw in a fiendish cackle, defiance in every shred of toned muscle as he placed both flippers on his hips and stood toe to toe with his commander. If Kowalski had gotten feistier after being in a solid relationship for over one year, so had Rico. Loving Miss Perky hadn't instilled such bratty behavior in him, that was for sure.
Skipper's mind raced and he had to hand it to Rico, this was clever of him. "Tactic lies west of Quetzaltenango where you and Xochi shacked up at her condo, you lucky dog, while the rest of us batched it in Cucaracha Central Hotel downtown. When the team bugged out to Tactic to check out that damn false lead, she stayed behind undercover and it was the bitch called Fortune that she blew her disguise - "
Rico's face halted his recap of what they both knew. "Um, anyway, yeah, Tactic was a sweet enough little town and naturally, a tactic is what you are good at each and every day on missions. So, right. Tactic works for either a little boy or a little girl." He poked Rico in the chest as they each backed away from getting riled like the professionals they were. Rico regarded his toe once more and moved to stand mid-shoulder to upper-shoulder with his commander before casting him a sideways look.
"Erfquake."
If Rico wanted to vent about Xochi or had some issues with her memory because of loving Kowalski now, Skipper had acted as a sounding board before and would do so in the future as would any good commander. He stayed stoic and stuck to the facts.
"The gigundo Guatemala earthquake leveled your love nest in Quetzaltenango, is that what you're trying to say? We all know this." He felt compelled to add something else. "It was sad, amigo. It's only bearable for us all that Xochi had already passed on and couldn't see her home destroyed."
There was only matter-of-factness in the tone of Rico's next words, garbled and stark though they were. "Xochinmeded."
"Uh, that's one way of putting it."
"Luvder." Rico did subtle about as well as Skipper did, but nonetheless Skipper heard the tiny whimper after the larger penguin's sigh as he lifted his brood pouch for a swift check on the precious egg. Skipper supposed that Rico couldn't help wondering what the experience would be like if this egg belonged to Xochi and himself. The egg rested between Rico's brawny legs and they both shot a glance down to see if it had pipped yet although it was a teensy bit premature. They couldn't help themselves.
It had not.
"Yeah, you did. And now you love Kowalski um Rico maybe you'd rather tell this to Private because of the whole you know sensitivity thing he's got going on - "
Rico shook his head and poked Skipper in the ribs. It appeared he had put Xochi's crystalline memory back on the shelf in the imaginary keepsake cabinet that his team maintained. "Tactickay?"
"Highly approved, soldier." Skipper got another thought. "You don't have to mention the Guatemala connection to Kowalski if you don't want. I'd, um, recommend not to. It'll stay safe with me." Rico saluted and waddled away fast to head below to await Kowalski's return and tell of the name to add to their short list. The automatic governor in Skipper's mind chimed in with he's not waddling too fast, is he, because the egg could tip out no he's absorbed Kowalski's pace since he and Kowalski are on egg duty as of 1315. Gadzooks, I'm glad I thought of staggered eggsitting times because everybody switching over at the same hour on the hour started to get to me. It was like we were robots or droids.
Onward.
Their list of names held six, females first: Primula, Daisy, and Sally to be followed by Milton, Donald and Tactic. Technically, Tactic applied to either a male or a female and that was just one way that Rico's thoughts galloped out of the box as he made his own rules and Skipper would think of a third metaphor later.
All went well.
All went well.
All went well here in Central Park Zoo Penguin Exhibit.
Onward.
Two nights ago, Private agreed soberly to nighttime watching over their ba. Their bab. Their b-ba-bab-baby - Skipper faceflippered and looked around to check if the lemurs saw - so all was copacetic. He had to focus on the good: Private's reasonable submission to his persuasiveness and the rains petering out last night to a mostly sunny morning topped with a spanking breeze.
All went well.
All went well.
All went well here in Central Park Zoo Penguin Exhibit. He had to believe that.
Conversations with the Big Boss went less well. Skyping back and forth to await her ruling about the unprecedented occurrence of paired penguin male commandos reproducing naturally with a supernatural twist. Right, yes, paired penguin male civilians nurtured female-laid eggs in a faraway zoo, but his own circumstances proved a test worse than the trigonometry final from OCS. He'd resorted to PeptoBismol for his bubbling ulcer because it wouldn't do to become a Gammel Dansk addict. With the Big Boss' Skype at 0600 this morning that gave permission to keep on keeping on, all went well after hours of grinding uncertainty. Thanks be to Ringtail's Sky Spirits for their current lemur crisis to add a distracting mission to these last tense days!
Julien desired Kowalski's expertise in designing, testing and installing a solar-powered karaoke machine. Julien made lots of noise about his desires, always, so Skipper authorized Kowalski to stay in his lab a day constructing with lemur input while Private, Rico and himself handled egg duty. The day after that, today, came the installment in the lemur habitat, which looked simpler than it turned out to be. Kowalski had protested.
"Sir, these last seven point nine days of eggsitting are so precious, can't I stay here - "
"Negatory. Look at this logically, Kowalski. I know you can. The team needs next week to run smoothly with no lemurs up in our feathers at that time in our home, ergo the team needs you to stay with them until their karaoke commences cacophony in their home." He sought to inject, er, add some humor. "See what I did there? All sounds alike at the beginning of the karaoke phrase oh never mind. Kowalski. The babies need your brainpower to ensure their debut is quiet, peaceful and stable with no mammals interfering. Get on the project pronto. I believe in you."
Kowalski's eyes watered at either the praise or the prospect of missing his egg. "Aye aye, sir."
Skipper rejoined the present as the morning sun powered up the karaoke. He squinted through binoculars at the lemurs.
Julien's obnoxious gestures and tones carried to him but no words made it to his earholes, fantastico. Ringtail's arm waving school of issuing orders showed none of the grace that Skipper's succinct and subtle movements owned. Skipper snorted. Kowalski was due back this afternoon and deserved some slack when he returned. Maybe Skipper and Private could offer to handle egg duty while he and Rico enjoyed couple time, a nice break before life turned Serious in the next span of days. Yeah, that would be perfect. As Skipper completed his plan for the day, the undertow of regular thoughts resurfaced as he knew it would.
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