These are just some of my ideas of how Marlene and Skipper try to get closer to each other but they constantly fail to do so because of other peoples/animal’s intervention. Some of them are doing it subconsciously, some of them with full, malicious premeditation (aka Frankie the Pigeon). I hope you’ll enjoy it. Here’s the first chapter


Chapter one: Frankie the Pigeon is back!

It was a beautiful, sunny day. The training was over, so Skipper decided to take his comrades and Marlene for a stroll in the park. Fifteen minutes later, as they were sitting and sunbathing on a wooden bench, Private came up with the idea of buying some snowcones for the whole group.
“All right then, toi wait for me here, and I will go and fetch toi some lovely snowcones” a dit Kowalski. “Marlene, would toi please take care of my clipboard while I’m off? “ he asked, putting his écriture stuffs on the desk.
Marlene nodded in silence and took a quick glance at Skipper. He was sitting right suivant to her, gazing somewhere far in the distance.
“Looks like he’s daydreaming” she stated in her thoughts. She noticed his left flipper was balled into fist and shaking convulsively. Hadn’t it been for Rico and Private..
“Why can’t they go all together?” she thought. “All of them.. except of my commando..”
“So once again” a dit Kowalski. “Strawberry one for Rico and banane one for Private..”
“I want a blackcurrant one, not fraise one!” protested Private, frowning his eyebrows in annoyance.
“Ee?” gasped Kowalski, evidently puzzled.
“I told toi on our way to the park, I want a double portion of fraise snowcones!” a dit Private.
“Honestly, Kowalski, toi really are a great scientist and mathematician, but when it comes to such awfully simple matters, like buying snowcones for your best chums..”
“Erm, erm!” coughed Kowalski, frowning his eyebrow at Private.
“Why all this rage , Private?” he asked.
“We’ve sent toi to buy us some snowcones once” a dit Private. “And I asked for cerise one and toi bought me a canneberge instead! It was so goddamned awful..”
Marlene shot a quick glance at Skipper but he didn’t seem to bother much about his comrade’s argue. He just gazed at Kowalski, at Private then again at Kowalski, as if waiting impatiently for the outcome of the quarrel.
One minute later:
“Fine! Since it’s too risky to send toi alone, I guess I have no other choice but to keep toi company!”stated Private, folding his arms violently.
“Arbraghta!” remarked Rico loudly and jumped down on the bench right after Private.
Kowalski just sent them a glare but a dit nothing. They didn’t feel like kicking another row in front of a woman so they politely waited for the right moment to start their quarrel again, away from Skipper and Marlene. A soon as they had found themselves far away enough, the whole bantering stuff continued.
“And I’m gonna buy myself an extra large portion with a cacahuète, arachide beurre winky cream on the haut, retour au début of it!” cried Private as they were fading away in the distance.
“Excellante! I l’amour you, Private” a dit Skipper in his thoughts, his cœur, coeur pounding like crazy.
“Dear me, Private is really something when it comes to snowcones” muttered Marlene, guiding the three penguins with her look. She then realized there were only two of them on the bench. Just as each one of them had secretly wished. Marlene blushed slightly and pressed Kowalski’s clipboard hard against her chest.
“You should have seen him two weeks il y a when Rico accidently bumped against him and spilled his snowcone on the floor” remarked Skipper and let out a short laugh. “That was a hell of a scene.”
He then a volé, étole a quick glance at Kowalski’s clipboard Marlene was squeezing against her chest.
“Easy Marlene, there is a very little chance for somebody to steal it away” smiled Skipper and rested his sapphire blue eyes on her green ones. Marlene released her grip and dropped the clipboard on her knees, her cœur, coeur pounding like crazy. This sapphire blue ocean, full of unsolved mysteries.. it made her legs melt.
“Is it just a delusion ou did he really moved a little bit closer?” thought Marlene, checking the distance between herself and her manchot, pingouin friend. Yup, he was definitely closer right now. Resting his head on the back of the bench, watching over her in silence, delicate smile resting on his beak.
Marlene wriggled uncomfortably and leaned slightly over him. Much to her surprise, Skipper made the same gesture in the same time. She saw his right flipper moving slowly towards her arm….
Suddenly he heard someone’s high pitched voice, voice he felt strangely familiar with.
“Here comes the payback for my wayback!”
As he heard these ominous words, he made a rush at Marlene and they both fell on the ground in a crumpled heap. A divisé, split of seconde later, Frankie the Pigeon’s doody landed on the bench with a soft “plop” noise. Bird’s vulgar curse whisked the air.
Marlene goggled at the pigeon, then turned her eyes on her partner who was collecting himself from the ground, violent blush leaking on his cheeks.
Skipper straightened himself up and gritted his beak, sparks of anger glittered in his sapphire blue eyes.
“Didn’t see that coming, eh? But just toi wait till suivant time!” cried Frankie the Pigeon, waving his wings in frustration. “I’mma repay toi for spoiling my mission with Commisioner’s Suie! Till suivant time!”
Skipper let out a bark, pulled out the fronde from his left pocket, then turned around and aimed a plastic ball at Frankie the Pigeon. Marlene let out a silent giggle as the target collided with Frankie’s feathery bum.
“Ouchies!” Frankie the Pigeon was just about to attack, but when his eyes met Skipper’s raging look he had seconde thoughts and decided to withdraw. He dived somewhere between the arbre branches and vanished from their sight.
Before they had a chance to commentaire on this nasty event, Rico, Kowalski and Rico appeared on the horizon.
Skipper gripped his flippers tight, then dropped his head and let out a resigned sigh. A sudden wave of anger and frustration took over Marlene’s body. But she knew she had to be very cautious with montrer her emotions in front of the team. They were smart guys.
“Multiflavoured snowcone for you, Marlene” a dit Private cheerfully and handed her the snack.
“Thanks, Private” answered Marlene, accepting the snowcone. The sight of Private’s childish, smiling face made her feel a little better tough. Why should she hold grudge against this cute little fellow? It wasn’t his fault after all.
She recalled Frankie the Pigeon’s devious smile and bit her lip.
So close.. and so far away….