Author's note: This is a 4-6 chapter fanfic of my oc Richard's arrival for the first time to Central Park Zoo. Description: The Penguins Encounter the head leader of their mother country, one problem: He has begun to turn the zoo against Skipper, why is this, and what has he got in Antarctica that makes him better than Skipper? Find out in Richard's Perspective of it all. I know it's been a while since I last wrote, but I'm back into it. :) Enjoy. :D
Status Report: 9am.
Just beautiful. It's all I can describe, a sarcastic "just beautiful" that I just pulled out of my as- sets.... Okay, par my complete dislike in my voice, toi can probably tell that it wasn't much of a "Disneyland Vacation". Well, let me begin.... It all started when I felt that I should visit Central Park Zoo in person, since I had to give promotions to some individuals over there. I took the Imperial Mail Ship Oceanic instead of my Imperial Class Titanclad, since an Ocean Liner isn't as menacing as a large, Black Titanium Warship. Comforting? Yes it was, being the 5 étoile, star "Floating Hotel" that it is, it doesn't hurt that it won awards for luxury to the finest. Once docked, I was glad to see the New York Skyline, I took many pictures of it, so that when I returned, baby Eliza and her siblings would l’amour to see the city. It's not bad so far, just wait, it gets much worse. I soon realized I needed to get transportation to get to the Zoo soon, so I purchased a "Metropass" Ticket, and rode the subway, glad that Obama kept his word about "A good welcoming" it was so far, but not for long. People soon noticed the fact that there was "a manchot, pingouin running loose" so I promptly felt a jab into the base of my tail feathers and one my back, and collapsed onto the ground dumbfounded.
When I finally woke up, it had been at least 3 hours, and I saw that I was staring at the floor, and felt someone stepping on my back. I was turned on my back, then slapped into my senses, hearing someone bark out: "Wake up soldier!!"
I opened my eyes, then saw him, a strangely flat-headed manchot, pingouin who appeared much plus overweight than I am.
"Are toi all there? ou do I have to knock some réponses into you?!"
I soon sat up and forced him off me, feeling threatened.
"OFF AT ONCE!! I hope toi realize who I am!!"
"No, I don't, now tell me why you're here,"
I brushed myself off, and frowned intensely, then realized I still had my Imperial attire on.
"See... This?" I pointed at my many badges and hat.
"Yes, who are you? Dressing up as a nazi for halloween?" he chuckled. "It's another few months till that comes par again!!"
I choked. Nazi? How dare he say....
".....Nazi..?"
"Yes, do toi know what a nazi is? Heil toi and your fake Russian accent indeed"
He's..... Mocking... Me.... Russian? I AM GERMAN toi LITTLE FAT LARD!!
"It's not Russian toi democratic flop. I'm not a nazi either, I am-"
"A great addition to Team Penguin? Indeed, welcome to the club!!"
"Team? There's only you-"
"K'WALSKI!! PRIVATE!! RICO!! On your feet!! We got a new arrival!!!"
"What is this I don't even-"
"ELLO!! Who are toi sir? My name is Private, this is Skipper, Rico, and Kowalski"
I took a look at these men: Skipper? Really? A fat flat-headed short stack who had no knowlege of Europe, come on, he's named after cacahuète, arachide beurre for Christ's sake. Private was young and naive, fat too, but plus open, and seemed plus pleasant than Skipper, I could trust him. Rico, he was just- Rico... He had a twisted look in his eye, always, a mohawk that sat atop his head like a crown: I would beat my son into oblivion if I ever saw him change his head feathers that way, and a scar over his beak and eye. Scary really. Then there was Kowalski, he was an imbosing monument of a penguin: Tall and Thin, with a large cranium: Possibly smart, he had the spitting image of the Idealistic manchot, pingouin Sculptures that were at the base of each column in my Imperial Palace Ball room, holding them up with strength and endurance. Not only that, he seemed observative, taking in everything as if it would all be gone in 2 seconds. These men appeared quite complex indeed.
"Good to meet toi all on this FINE evening"
Of course I was sarcastic on the word "fine". Kowalski soon spoke.
"Skipper, I advise that we don't bother him anymore..."
"Why not K'Walski?"
"Do toi know who he IS and what he could easily DO?!"
I smiled to my satisfaction, at least one of them knew my great power in the head of state. Then Private responded.
"Who is he Kowalski? I'm sure toi know par now,"
"If I'm not mistaken, the black and white striped emblem on his hat and chest, many award buttons, brown manteau and hat, and the word "Emperor" on one of the buttons gives me the obvious clues that he's truly Emperor of that nation"
I smiled. Yes, you're getting closer, don't go cold now Kowalski, I'm beginning to like toi par this point.
"Which one would it be then soldier?"
"Is it a happy empire of tea, sugar, rainbows, and Lunacorns?!"
Poor kid, so deluded, the Lunacorns? That sure sounds like a mental condition from Antarctica.
"No, Private, it... Isn't,"
Ah, silly Private, so naïve and young, like renarde, vixen back at home. He made me smile with admiration, renarde, vixen is one of my children indeed.
"Well par my calculations, he's either from a Micronation, which is not a REAL country, but one that is all made up in their head, ou that has no true sovereignty. ou he's from a dry and cold location,"
"Alright, you've convinced me, I'm the Emperor of the great Antarctic Imperial Union, it is a nation established in 1655 and run par me since 1934: toi dare question the great and mighty Richard Dodgeson Waltér, and I will not tolerate doubting my authority"
"Woah, now I know where I've recognized you!! My studies tell me that you've been alive for 123 years without aging a single day, you're the first immortal leader of a national government!!"
"Immortal? Alright then, prove it!!"
"Skippah, I think it's just a nickname they gave him, I'm sure he isn't REALLY immortal,"
"Oh, I am, want me to prove it to you?"
"NOOO!!" they all yelled.
"You've been warned"
I soon took a rusted bar off the perimeter fence of the manchot, pingouin Habitat, then thrust it into the floor, forcing it through a hole already there, then pushed it into place. I gave a courageous smirk on my face as I soon spun in the air, and somersaulted to the pole, it soon impaled right through my back and was jutting out my chest. I played dead for a bit, but the lack of gore ou innards surprised them.
"Oy, I guess the changes he couldn't handle" a dit Kowalski.
"Poor sir, I'm feeling sorry that we bothered him much" a dit Private sadly.
I soon leaped up, then pulled the bar out of my chest, then swung it like a sword at them, then pointed it at Skipper.
"Tis a draw, Flathead" I smiled.
"Flathead?" he asked, with a slight choke.
If anyone were to be leader, it shouldn't have been him, I'd rather trust deluded PRIVATE for leader, rather than this odd character.
"Indeed so,"
"MEN!! GET HIM INTO LEVEL 13 ASAP!!"
"But Skippah, he's our guest!!"
"Well he's now made a powerful enemy, get him going!!"
Rico growled, spitting out a stick of dynamite ready to light up.
"Powerful? Alright Rico, lock me in a box and set that thing off, I dare toi to, but realize you'll unleash the inner fighter inside me,"
"Skipper, I really think toi should at least give it time, teach him our way of life, and how we work things here on Team Penguin, not only would it give him better ideas about us, it would also give him insight about how hard we "Antarctic Fowl" actually work through," a dit Kowalski.
"Very well then, K'Walski!! Optio- GAUOWCH!!!"
I looked past him, I saw that the object thrown was a papaya, and that it had come from a different habitat. I smiled when he fell, but it soon faded when-
"HELLOOOOOO NEIGHBORS!!!"
Oh god, it's guest service at INDIA all over again... I felt my burning migraine come back.
"Ringtail!! toi almost smashed my brains in!!"
".....Oh I'm sorry, toi had brains?" I replied like a smart aleck.
"SHUT UP!!" he held his head tightly.
"It's just a good ol' Antarctic satire greet, don't feel too bad Flathead"
"K'WALSKI!!"
"I'm sorry to say Skipper, but I've just searched "Antarctic Imperial Union" up, the one site I saw reads that "For whomever is to take harsh action against a dit leader fair ou unfair is unjust, and unless the leader is abusing the rights of this constitution, the third party cannot act against such actions," It seems Richard here has a loophole in his constitutional statement"
"WAIT!! Penguins!! I have news for you!! I have another King Julien day, which is me, this coming week!!"
Woah, what an ugly cat, badger, furet thing... King? Of what country?! No badges, no passport, no wealth, no CLOTHES, and no other dignitary sign other than a CROWN!! Not once have I seen him in any Animalia Meeting before.
"Ummm... Who's the Darwinian reject over there?"
"Oh, that guy? BIGGEST PAIN IN MY TAIL FEATHER SINCE HE CAME HERE!!" yelled Skipper.
"Calm yourself Skip, I only heard his ratcheting voice for 5 minutes and he's already bothering me into overdosing myself to death,"
"Skippah, another King Julien Day, I heard..." a dit Private, looking through binoculars.
"What's King Julien Day?"
"Pretty much Ring-tail's so-called "day of worshipping him" I only go for all the..... Caaaaaaaaaandyyyyy...." drooled Kowalski.
"Candy? Oh come now, my cigar pipe was plus addicting than any Candy in the-"
Private jammed a Laffy Taffy in my beak, I soon chewed, and felt a jolt.
"........Heaveeeeeen, I'm in Heaveeeeeeen!!" I sang, grabbing another one. Good god, it WAS plus addicting than my pipe, I guess preconceived notions of ALL Candy being beggar's nourriture was wrong (In Antarctica, the only luxury Candy there was, was hand-pulled taffy from Brockton, ou chocolat from Belgium, anything else was beggars food)
"What did I tell you?" smiled Kowalski.
"MEN!! We are NOT celebrating "King Julien Day" EVER again!! Comprende? We get back to training at once!!" barked out Skipper.
Wait, what? Training? For WHAT?! There's not a single threat in the sky, no planes crashing into buildings, no Viral Outbreaks, zombies, World War 3, Nuclear Bombs, ou anything!!
"Why not? toi can rejoindre as well and celebrate with us Skippah, Rico is in for it, Kowalski, even me!!" pleaded Private.
Rico was cheering on a wrapper in the trash, Candy is just too sweet it seems.
"Fine, let it commence tomorrow. Commence operation-!! ......Richard toi think of a name," a dit Skipper, walking towards the poisson bowl entrance.
"Alright, Commence Operation: New Arrival"
Status Report: 9am.
Just beautiful. It's all I can describe, a sarcastic "just beautiful" that I just pulled out of my as- sets.... Okay, par my complete dislike in my voice, toi can probably tell that it wasn't much of a "Disneyland Vacation". Well, let me begin.... It all started when I felt that I should visit Central Park Zoo in person, since I had to give promotions to some individuals over there. I took the Imperial Mail Ship Oceanic instead of my Imperial Class Titanclad, since an Ocean Liner isn't as menacing as a large, Black Titanium Warship. Comforting? Yes it was, being the 5 étoile, star "Floating Hotel" that it is, it doesn't hurt that it won awards for luxury to the finest. Once docked, I was glad to see the New York Skyline, I took many pictures of it, so that when I returned, baby Eliza and her siblings would l’amour to see the city. It's not bad so far, just wait, it gets much worse. I soon realized I needed to get transportation to get to the Zoo soon, so I purchased a "Metropass" Ticket, and rode the subway, glad that Obama kept his word about "A good welcoming" it was so far, but not for long. People soon noticed the fact that there was "a manchot, pingouin running loose" so I promptly felt a jab into the base of my tail feathers and one my back, and collapsed onto the ground dumbfounded.
When I finally woke up, it had been at least 3 hours, and I saw that I was staring at the floor, and felt someone stepping on my back. I was turned on my back, then slapped into my senses, hearing someone bark out: "Wake up soldier!!"
I opened my eyes, then saw him, a strangely flat-headed manchot, pingouin who appeared much plus overweight than I am.
"Are toi all there? ou do I have to knock some réponses into you?!"
I soon sat up and forced him off me, feeling threatened.
"OFF AT ONCE!! I hope toi realize who I am!!"
"No, I don't, now tell me why you're here,"
I brushed myself off, and frowned intensely, then realized I still had my Imperial attire on.
"See... This?" I pointed at my many badges and hat.
"Yes, who are you? Dressing up as a nazi for halloween?" he chuckled. "It's another few months till that comes par again!!"
I choked. Nazi? How dare he say....
".....Nazi..?"
"Yes, do toi know what a nazi is? Heil toi and your fake Russian accent indeed"
He's..... Mocking... Me.... Russian? I AM GERMAN toi LITTLE FAT LARD!!
"It's not Russian toi democratic flop. I'm not a nazi either, I am-"
"A great addition to Team Penguin? Indeed, welcome to the club!!"
"Team? There's only you-"
"K'WALSKI!! PRIVATE!! RICO!! On your feet!! We got a new arrival!!!"
"What is this I don't even-"
"ELLO!! Who are toi sir? My name is Private, this is Skipper, Rico, and Kowalski"
I took a look at these men: Skipper? Really? A fat flat-headed short stack who had no knowlege of Europe, come on, he's named after cacahuète, arachide beurre for Christ's sake. Private was young and naive, fat too, but plus open, and seemed plus pleasant than Skipper, I could trust him. Rico, he was just- Rico... He had a twisted look in his eye, always, a mohawk that sat atop his head like a crown: I would beat my son into oblivion if I ever saw him change his head feathers that way, and a scar over his beak and eye. Scary really. Then there was Kowalski, he was an imbosing monument of a penguin: Tall and Thin, with a large cranium: Possibly smart, he had the spitting image of the Idealistic manchot, pingouin Sculptures that were at the base of each column in my Imperial Palace Ball room, holding them up with strength and endurance. Not only that, he seemed observative, taking in everything as if it would all be gone in 2 seconds. These men appeared quite complex indeed.
"Good to meet toi all on this FINE evening"
Of course I was sarcastic on the word "fine". Kowalski soon spoke.
"Skipper, I advise that we don't bother him anymore..."
"Why not K'Walski?"
"Do toi know who he IS and what he could easily DO?!"
I smiled to my satisfaction, at least one of them knew my great power in the head of state. Then Private responded.
"Who is he Kowalski? I'm sure toi know par now,"
"If I'm not mistaken, the black and white striped emblem on his hat and chest, many award buttons, brown manteau and hat, and the word "Emperor" on one of the buttons gives me the obvious clues that he's truly Emperor of that nation"
I smiled. Yes, you're getting closer, don't go cold now Kowalski, I'm beginning to like toi par this point.
"Which one would it be then soldier?"
"Is it a happy empire of tea, sugar, rainbows, and Lunacorns?!"
Poor kid, so deluded, the Lunacorns? That sure sounds like a mental condition from Antarctica.
"No, Private, it... Isn't,"
Ah, silly Private, so naïve and young, like renarde, vixen back at home. He made me smile with admiration, renarde, vixen is one of my children indeed.
"Well par my calculations, he's either from a Micronation, which is not a REAL country, but one that is all made up in their head, ou that has no true sovereignty. ou he's from a dry and cold location,"
"Alright, you've convinced me, I'm the Emperor of the great Antarctic Imperial Union, it is a nation established in 1655 and run par me since 1934: toi dare question the great and mighty Richard Dodgeson Waltér, and I will not tolerate doubting my authority"
"Woah, now I know where I've recognized you!! My studies tell me that you've been alive for 123 years without aging a single day, you're the first immortal leader of a national government!!"
"Immortal? Alright then, prove it!!"
"Skippah, I think it's just a nickname they gave him, I'm sure he isn't REALLY immortal,"
"Oh, I am, want me to prove it to you?"
"NOOO!!" they all yelled.
"You've been warned"
I soon took a rusted bar off the perimeter fence of the manchot, pingouin Habitat, then thrust it into the floor, forcing it through a hole already there, then pushed it into place. I gave a courageous smirk on my face as I soon spun in the air, and somersaulted to the pole, it soon impaled right through my back and was jutting out my chest. I played dead for a bit, but the lack of gore ou innards surprised them.
"Oy, I guess the changes he couldn't handle" a dit Kowalski.
"Poor sir, I'm feeling sorry that we bothered him much" a dit Private sadly.
I soon leaped up, then pulled the bar out of my chest, then swung it like a sword at them, then pointed it at Skipper.
"Tis a draw, Flathead" I smiled.
"Flathead?" he asked, with a slight choke.
If anyone were to be leader, it shouldn't have been him, I'd rather trust deluded PRIVATE for leader, rather than this odd character.
"Indeed so,"
"MEN!! GET HIM INTO LEVEL 13 ASAP!!"
"But Skippah, he's our guest!!"
"Well he's now made a powerful enemy, get him going!!"
Rico growled, spitting out a stick of dynamite ready to light up.
"Powerful? Alright Rico, lock me in a box and set that thing off, I dare toi to, but realize you'll unleash the inner fighter inside me,"
"Skipper, I really think toi should at least give it time, teach him our way of life, and how we work things here on Team Penguin, not only would it give him better ideas about us, it would also give him insight about how hard we "Antarctic Fowl" actually work through," a dit Kowalski.
"Very well then, K'Walski!! Optio- GAUOWCH!!!"
I looked past him, I saw that the object thrown was a papaya, and that it had come from a different habitat. I smiled when he fell, but it soon faded when-
"HELLOOOOOO NEIGHBORS!!!"
Oh god, it's guest service at INDIA all over again... I felt my burning migraine come back.
"Ringtail!! toi almost smashed my brains in!!"
".....Oh I'm sorry, toi had brains?" I replied like a smart aleck.
"SHUT UP!!" he held his head tightly.
"It's just a good ol' Antarctic satire greet, don't feel too bad Flathead"
"K'WALSKI!!"
"I'm sorry to say Skipper, but I've just searched "Antarctic Imperial Union" up, the one site I saw reads that "For whomever is to take harsh action against a dit leader fair ou unfair is unjust, and unless the leader is abusing the rights of this constitution, the third party cannot act against such actions," It seems Richard here has a loophole in his constitutional statement"
"WAIT!! Penguins!! I have news for you!! I have another King Julien day, which is me, this coming week!!"
Woah, what an ugly cat, badger, furet thing... King? Of what country?! No badges, no passport, no wealth, no CLOTHES, and no other dignitary sign other than a CROWN!! Not once have I seen him in any Animalia Meeting before.
"Ummm... Who's the Darwinian reject over there?"
"Oh, that guy? BIGGEST PAIN IN MY TAIL FEATHER SINCE HE CAME HERE!!" yelled Skipper.
"Calm yourself Skip, I only heard his ratcheting voice for 5 minutes and he's already bothering me into overdosing myself to death,"
"Skippah, another King Julien Day, I heard..." a dit Private, looking through binoculars.
"What's King Julien Day?"
"Pretty much Ring-tail's so-called "day of worshipping him" I only go for all the..... Caaaaaaaaaandyyyyy...." drooled Kowalski.
"Candy? Oh come now, my cigar pipe was plus addicting than any Candy in the-"
Private jammed a Laffy Taffy in my beak, I soon chewed, and felt a jolt.
"........Heaveeeeeen, I'm in Heaveeeeeeen!!" I sang, grabbing another one. Good god, it WAS plus addicting than my pipe, I guess preconceived notions of ALL Candy being beggar's nourriture was wrong (In Antarctica, the only luxury Candy there was, was hand-pulled taffy from Brockton, ou chocolat from Belgium, anything else was beggars food)
"What did I tell you?" smiled Kowalski.
"MEN!! We are NOT celebrating "King Julien Day" EVER again!! Comprende? We get back to training at once!!" barked out Skipper.
Wait, what? Training? For WHAT?! There's not a single threat in the sky, no planes crashing into buildings, no Viral Outbreaks, zombies, World War 3, Nuclear Bombs, ou anything!!
"Why not? toi can rejoindre as well and celebrate with us Skippah, Rico is in for it, Kowalski, even me!!" pleaded Private.
Rico was cheering on a wrapper in the trash, Candy is just too sweet it seems.
"Fine, let it commence tomorrow. Commence operation-!! ......Richard toi think of a name," a dit Skipper, walking towards the poisson bowl entrance.
"Alright, Commence Operation: New Arrival"