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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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"Wait, I've got something!"
Wait? Skipper couldn't wait to reaffirm their relationship. "Danger, bring me to the danger! Or vicey versey!"
He paused. "Where exactly is the danger, Marlene?"
Five minutes and one hundred twenty words later, he knew.
"To the garage!"
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"Jetpacks? You trust jetpacks?" Marlene lusted for him and danger, he lusted for her and danger, a win-win.
"So the spider monkeys are sneaky-ripping a hole in their habitat's dome? And it's camoed at the top near the baby monkey house or whatever that thing is? It's like using kids for disguising terrorist attacks! Humans can't spot the rip from down below and why the hell would they suspect those twerps conniving to get out so quickly after their escape on St. Paddy's Day? We've got to stop them as soon as possible with jetpacks! Surely you can see that?"
But he could change possible to another word, a little less fraught with immediate action. Recon first, Skipper. Spider monkeys are daytime monkeys and they'll not put up a fuss at midnight. You've got some hours to fix this disaster in the making.
The garage's night shadowed corners echoed their mission briefing. "Yeah, um. Cthulhu saw it for a split sec before Alice blasted us with the hose, so um, I saw it better and longer. I stepped onto what looked like chain link fencing, the links gave and swallowed my leg all the way up - "
"You hurt? Show me."
"Just a scrape." Skipper blew onto her thigh to part the fur.
"You're healing already, sure you're not part penguin?"
He wanted to soothe her as he soothed his son and daughter and then shook his head. Marlene deserved his respect because she was adult and his, his, whatever she was to him. He shied away from labeling what they had because the pearl pebble could say it better.
"Not even close." There, she sounded more definite but she wasn't where he wanted her. Those adorable lips turned downward. "I hadn't thought of using kids like terrorists. That's awful."
He pursued her reasoning. "It is indeed that. So you'll come with me to stop them? I'll train you on jetpack."
She stared at Kowalski's table littered with tools and at its far end, the jetpacks. Naturally, the scientist kept them immaculate in a dusty environment. Skipper could see that she considered them dangerous, though.
Skipper let her think on his proposal, er, mission briefing. He coiled ten feet of metal cable that Rico might need to replenish his grappling gun sometime. He placed some solder and a soldering gun powered by Kowalski's special power cell into a pile. "Fetch the goggles, okay? Two pairs, you wear one and I'll wear one. They'll do as eye protection for flight and also be handy if we need to get out the welding gear."
"Welding? How would we carry - "
"The acetylsalicylic tanks? We wouldn't. I'd roust Kowalski and Rico out of bed and they'd help us lug the tanks up there. I'm counting on soldering being enough, though. I know just how to do it, nice heavy layers one two three ply."
Marlene looked not much more at ease. "The hole was barely big enough for a baby spider monkey to squeeze through so we've got time. I was going to tell you about it right before you left at dawn. Was that an error in judgment? Are you sure you want me along on this mission?"
"Sure as anything ever gets, honeygirl. You saved the zoo from mayhem with your intel."
Aw how cute, she ducked her head and scraped a circle with one gorgeous foot. "Er - thanks."
"You're welcome." Actually, all of her was gorgeous. "So, coming with me? That's not an order. You're part time and it's good to give leeway." She dangled the goggles before donning hers and passing him his pair.
"Brief me, big boy."
This was serious for them both. Skipper pruned his training into the basics as he tried to sound as much like Kowalski's lectures as possible without the, you know, occasional hysterics. "Jetpacks may attain a speed of 62 miles per hour. The right control is the throttle and the left is direction. The two fins under the exhaust that some call nipples make you go forward or straight up."
Marlene snorted. "Nipples? You got another fetish going on here? Threes aren't enough?"
Skipper refused to go that route because she used humor to cover her state of nerves and he could relate. "I call 'em as I see 'em, lady." He pointed to the rounded cones at the bottom of the two tanks. "The nipples swivel, jet exhaust provides lift and thrust, nipples guide it. Synergy!"
Marlene looked hard at the harness and two tanks and two nipples. She didn't appear ready to Skipper but contrary to what others thought, he really did keep his opinions to himself many times.
"Another thing is that as fuel gets depleted, the rig gets lighter. You'll feel the difference, I promise you." He busily gathered the solder, soldering gun and cable into a backpack before he adjusted his goggles.
"Hey, is it okay if I practice inside the garage?"
Good idea. Not workable, but a good idea. "Negatory. Noobs need all the sky they can get if they accidentally push the wrong buttons. I know you'll not grandstand, but first timers deserve my best guidance."
She nodded. "Okay, let's do this thing."
"Cowabunga!"
"That's an ancient saying, Skipper, how old did you say you were again?"
Ahah, Routine 34: Confuse and Distract; Marlene was a natural at it. Skipper adjusted the backpack underneath the jetpack. "I didn't say. Let's head for the stars, Marlene."
"Oh okay."
The garage door lifted and before he turned off the overhead light, Skipper ran through the controls again. "I'll secure the harness on you. There. Right control is ignition and speed, squeeze as gently as you would my, er - "
"I'm blushing, so stop."
"I was going to say something different like you would lick my melting snowcone that is soppifying its paper but okay, whatever. Now the left control is direction. Don't try fancy stuff like going backwards and don't worry about its heat blasting you from the nipples. Your fur and my feathers protect our lily white bods."
Marlene turned wide eyes to him. "You'll stick close?"
"Always."
"Good."
"Now the journey begins, so go." Skipper turned off the light, closed the door and took her paw to lead her ten feet away from the building. He regarded her paw and said, "It's risky to connect in midair even if you, or I, were experts at this. I rate myself a talented amateur."
She nodded and let go after a trembling squeeze. They moved fifteen feet apart and began Operation: Plug The Dike.
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The operation was almost over before it began. Marlene flitted a cautious twelve feet above the ground. She zoomed too close to the seal statue on the fountain and its spray covered her. She must have panicked at getting the jetpack wet because she overcompensated to shoot too close to the top of the waterslide in her own habitat. Skipper heard a muffled "Aaaaaah!" over the jetpack roar. Short of slamming her out of the sky, there was nothing he could do.
He hated that.
But she recovered and after shooting him a winsome wink, she gained altitude until she hovered fifty feet over the ground and twenty feet over the spider monkey cage. There was no hope of covert activity, a drawback to be sure. He led the way downward, puffing his jets in spurts until he stood atop the dome. She lit alongside him just like Kitka would have. It wouldn't do to allow the memory of Kitka to overshadow Marlene's achievement, so he didn't.
She opened her mouth to likely holler "Woohoo!" but he gestured hush. She nodded and pointed to the disguised hole.
Dark it may have been, middle of the night it may have been and yet five spider monkeys ooh ook oohed just underneath their feet. Skipper felt mean fingers grasping his toes even as he saw Marlene rock on her feet. She bent and bit harder than he had ever seen her bite a salmon patty and then gestured to him to do the same.
Well, he would draw blood if he had to. Spider monkeys thrived under his team's protection even if they were jerks. He pecked rapid fire like a Browning BAR. The fingers let go and then screams split the zoo's peace.
"Eeeeeeaaaaooooohhhhhhereeeeee! Ei! Ariranha! Ei! Gere Baj!"
A questioning look at his otter friend produced a shrug. Operation: Plug The Dike would take no lollygagging so he got to work. Passing his jetpack and backpack to Marlene, he opened the backpack and extracted the cable. Now for channeling what he had observed Mayan females accomplish with jippi jappa leaves that turned them into baskets where México blurred into Belize. He knelt, slapping away a probing finger. He slid half of the metal cable just before the hole began and tied it firmly. Quickly, he wound the cable strands over, under, and down the slit. Now he reached the end of the slit with two ends of the cable in his flippers.
What knot would work best? He felt Marlene's curious gaze rather than saw it. A bosun's whistle knot, perfect! He wove, he tied and to monkey proof it, he nodded for the backpack. Marlene opened the flap again as he fished for the solder and its gun. clisksizzlehummmm doused the screams as he layered a silvery solidifying blob over the knot, waited five minutes and reapplied the solder. Another round finished the work. He stood, locking gazes with what he assumed to be a male spider monkey. He passed the gun and solder back to Marlene.
"I'll be watching you," Skipper said, placing a flipper under each eye and then pointing them back to the spider monkey, just in case English didn't get through.
There was a glint of understanding and then rage took over the simian's face. "Eeeeeeaaaaooooohhhhhhereeeeee! Ei! Ariranha! Ei! Gere Baj!"
By now, the rest of the troupe joined in as the din prompted a swift withdrawal. He glanced at the stars and although he wasn't as accomplished as Kowalski at estimating stellar movement, he guessed the time at two a.m.
With Marlene at his side, he felt deliciously dangerous.
It was time to leave work for play.
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The kiss was as long and as deep as before they flew together.
"So we don't need to toss the pearl into water, right? I'll just put it back onto my easel," Marlene said when she could talk.
"Uh huh."
Marlene patted the pearl firmly into the easel's groove. She wasn't nervous, was she? "That was pretty dangerous, am I right or am I right?"
"Uh huh."
"Flying over the zoo, it's it's magical and mystical and and - "
Mystical? He hadn't felt mystical but whatever she said was okay with him at this point.
"Uh huh."
"So can we do that again some night, just for fun?"
She was blethering, how cute.
"Uh huh."
Yes. She was nervous with him.
"It's the middle of the night and you leave at dawn, however will we fill the time?"
Better.
"Come here and I'll show you."
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