Penguins of Madagascar:
King Versus Emperor
This story is rated 'M' for Mature Situations which will occur later on.
WARNING: This is a strange tale, so READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
As winter closed in upon the Central Park Zoo, there was a flurry of activity among the humans that Skipper could not explain. He didn't like situations he couldn't explain, because they were always considered a veiled threat in his book of Things He Didn't Know. It seemed that Kowalski, Rico and Private were equally in the dark about the new activities.
So Skipper called the soldiers to the lair to discuss strategy.
"All right, boys," announced Skipper, "something fishy is going on, and I don't think it's Rico's last meal. I'm sure those sneaky humans are up to something, and I won't rest until I find out what their little plan is!"
"I've been monitoring Alice's computer and the Central Park Zoo's e-mail," said Kowalski, "but there's no solid evidence of anything like a transfer in or out of the zoo. But there was a reference to having rare and endangered visitors over the winter. They refer to them as Kingly and Imperial."
"Kingly and Imperial?" asked Skipper, "What the heck does that mean?"
"Maybe it's some relative of King Julien," suggested Private.
"Don't even jest about such things, Private!" scolded Skipper, "The last thing we need around here is another royal pain in my gluteus maximus!"
"Arra awa ooh?" asked Rico.
"Rico!" scolded Skipper, "There's no need to talk like that in front of... them!" He waved his flipper at an open air space.
"Skipper?" asked Private, "What are you pointing at, and who are... them?"
"What?" asked Skipper as he looked around.
"Who are them?"
"I don't know," replied Skipper, "I just know that we're being watched."
"You know... them."
"What do you think this is, Skipper?" asked Kowalski, "A reality show with hidden cameras? A cartoon with corny writers?"
"Never mind," said Skipper, "It's... not important. Not now, anyway..."
"So we can get back to the problem at hand?" asked Private.
"That's an affirmative, Private," answered Skipper, "There must be someone in the zoo who knows what's going on, don't you think?"
"Isn't that our job?" asked Kowalski.
"I know," replied Skipper, "I know. But this time, we don't seem to be up to the task, are we? You know how much I hate surprises, especially if they can blindside us."
"I'm sure that if it's important to the Central Park Zoo, we'll find out about it soon enough."
SOON ENOUGH later...
Skipper sat brooding in his lair when Rico rushed in excitedly.
"Wooo wadda wadda aaahhh," he muttered with great enthusiasm.
"Rico?" asked Skipper, "Just spit it up already man!"
So Rico coughed up a flier. Skipper looked it over. It appeared to be an official flier for the Central Park Zoo.
"Kowalski!" he called, "Front and center!"
The brainier penguin emerged from his workshop asking, "What is it, Skipper?"
"Rico coughed up a flier," he replied, "and I need you to tell me what it means. Get over here and take a look."
So Kowalski came over and looked.
"Interesting," he mused, "it looks like there's a temporary exhibit coming for the winter. It will contain exotic and rare... PENGUINS!"
"PENGUINS?" asked the Skipper, "Are you positive?"
"I've never been more sure," he replied.
"Well, why do they need more penguins?" he asked back, "Aren't we cute and cuddly enough for the masses?"
"Judging by this," mused Kowalski, "They capitalizing upon our popularity with more penguins."
"What kind of penguins are we talking about?"
"There's more than one species listed."
About then, Private appeared in the lair to complete the group.
"There you are," said Skipper, "there's more penguins coming to the Central Park Zoo and it's making me nervous."
"Do you think there will be hens?" asked Private.
"Hens?" moaned Skipper, "The last thing we need around here is hens to make you guys act like lovestruck pinheads!"
"Do you think we can't handle a few hens?" asked Private.
"Oh, I'm sure you will melt like butter when the first hot hen comes by," he replied, "and I'll be up to my beak in nests and eggs before I know it!"
"Don't sell us short, Skipper," replied Kowalski, "You've trained us to be professional at all times. I'm sure we can resist the wiles of a few hens until they leave."
"Well, Private is still young and impressionable," moaned Skipper, "and I wonder if he's got the will to resist his 'natural urges' like the rest of us."
"I'm right over here," said Private privately.
"Don't worry," said Kowalski, "I'm sure we can keep Private out of trouble until they leave."
"I'm counting on you and Rico to keep the honor of our unit in tact!" answered Skipper.
"I can hear everything you're saying," said Private more privately.
And thus did a great convoy of trucks come in the night, and left behind a great exhibition of pens and temporary shelters that were set up in the dark around the normal penguin exhibit. A dome was dropped over the open exhibit, and the entire structure was enclosed overnight. Around the edges of the great dome were several penguin exhibition rooms for the various penguins from around the world, and there was also a grand plaza added for the public to view the various species at various time with the ability to adjust the climate to each species being shown off.
Since it was winter, the colder climate penguins could also be taken outside where even more zoo patrons could see them. They merely needed a large water tank and an artificial iceberg to represent the Antarctic Ocean climate.
And thus did Skipper and the boys have to use longer and older tunnels in order to get out for their various missions while the new penguins were around.