The Penguins Of Madagascar Mc

Author's note: yes, i realize this story may be far-fetched, but this was one of my best ideas at the time, and i'm happy with the way it turned out despite my having no knowledge of how the actual voice actors act in real life, nor how they'd behave in a situation like this. This is my version of them, and my take on the show. I'm just here to tell my stories and do my own thing. if toi don't like it, shaddap and don't say nuthin'. but if toi like it, par all means, comment! I hope toi enjoy this!

-Adam (AKA @NumismatistNut on twitter)



Tom McGrath's Point of view (Skipper's voice actor, in case...

“Busted”
June 23, 2014

    After a long jour of training, dealing with Julien, and protecting the zoo, Skipper busied himself on a top-secret solo mission. . . .

    “You think you’re smooth, Hans, but you’re not as smooth as me. Especially not like . . . this!” Skipper a dit to the mirror as he held the fake mustache to his beak. He straightened his cowboy hat and shined his sheriff badge. “Now, that’s what I call a rugged Belvidere if I do say so myself.”

    Skipper turned at different angles to the mirror as he admired...

Breathe Again 04.10.16

“Thanks for this, guys. I really appreciate it,” Max a dit as the penguins prepared to leave.

“No problem, Moon Cat,” Skipper replied. “We hope your new accueil works for you. toi know where to find us if toi need anything.”

“Just across town,” Max replied affirmatively. “Got it.”

“Let’s head home, boys,” Skipper a dit as the four of them climbed into their rose car. Rico pressed on the gas but had to brake suddenly when a van zipped by, heading east.

“Whoa, they’re in a hurry,” Private observed.

“Wasn’t that a news van, Skipper?” Kowalski inquired....

Razor padded down the stairs and stared at the young penguin. "Hmm." He lifted him on his back and walked off.

Memory

Private ran around on the colline giggling joyfully.

"Private could toi come here for a second?" Blue called, shaking his head at the smaller.

Private squealed then ran back and wrapped his flippers around him. "You're warm big brothah."

"Close your eyes."

"Why?"

Blue laughed, "Well it won't be a surprise if I tell you."

Private pouted but shut his eyes. He was certainly surprised feeling his forehead being kissed.

"May toi be smiled upon baby brother."

Private opened his eyes. "What was...

Light 01.23.15

Marlene laid against the dark, damp soil, nearly losing consciousness. The air was growing heavy, and her breathing was becoming labored. She'd been underground for almost an heure now, and was running out of oxygen. In the pitch black, she'd never felt plus alone.

She and Private had left the zoo for snowcones. But when they got close, a human spotted them and they had to hide in a panic haste. Private sought refuge in a trashcan while Marlene colombe into an abandoned renard hole. But the suivant thing she knew, the human ran across it in chercher of her and the vibration caused the loose...

“No, Mort! toi are so stupid-y! toi can not just hop right in front of me like that when I am shaking my money-maker!” Julien snapped at the small lemur.

“But I wanted to shake my money-maker, too!” Mort protested.

“No! toi do not have a money-maker! Only the king has the maker of the money,” Julien insisted as he dusted off his crown. “Also, I—”

“King Julien!” Maurice interrupted from the sidelines.

“Maurice!” Julien a dit angrily. “How dare toi interrupt me when I am ranting!”

“Just look!” Maurice a dit pointing to the penguins’ habitat across the way.

Julien followed...

“Hurry! Get him on the table! We’re losing him!” Kowalski commanded as he, Rico, and Private carried their leader into the zoo infirmary.

Rico and Private laid a bruised, scratched-up, and unconscious Skipper on the examination table.

“We’re going to need help!” Kowalski a dit setting to work assessing his wounds. “Private, go find some hands!”

“Aye!” Private acknowledged as he leapt from the table. He ran to the chimps’ habitat first.

“Mason! Phil!” he called in a panic.

Mason climbed down from his arbre with Phil following close behind.

“What’s the trouble, Private?...

Author's Note: Happy New Year! Here's the suivant chapter!

For the seconde time that day, I woke up –this time with the smell of sardines. Private’s face was hovering close by, and that was the first thing I saw. “He’s awake!” Private yelled.

I held a flipper to my head and groaned. “Remind me not to spin my head like that again,” I said.

Rico smiled at me. He a dit something I didn’t understand. “Sorry,” I said. “What did toi say?”

Private translated. “He says that you’ll get well soon.”

I glanced at Rico. He nodded in confirmation. Kowalski waddled over. “Perhaps...

Monday
The three penguins lined up in front of their leader. “Mission, sir?” asked Kowalski, saluting.
“Right,” replied his commander. “Years ago, I received a call of help from our cousins the turkeys.”
“The turkeys are our cousins?” repeated Private.
“Yes.”
Private’s face grew worried. “So our cousins are being butchered as we speak?”
Rico’s face, on the other hand, was disturbingly dreamy. Ignoring the look on Rico’s face, Skipper continued. “Like a fool, I turned it down.”
“Isn’t it breaking the manchot, pingouin code?” asked Kowalski.
Skipper glared at him....

    For a long while, Kowalski traveled in the dark. The only way he could see anything was because of the gentle moonlight and Aurora Borealis dancing across the sky. He persisted through the snow, fighting against the wind. The cold pinched at his face and made it difficult to keep his eyes open. Finally, he assumed that it’d be best to just stop and get some rest.

    Without much option on a place to sleep, he just stopped where he was and laid his spare gant down. Feet first, he climbed inside the gant until his head was inside. The insulated...