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Eight Months Later

Kowalski woke with a yawn and hopped down from the parte superior, arriba bunk. He slugged his way over to the coffee machine to start Skipper’s brew when he realized it’d already been made. Suddenly alert, he turned to see Skipper’s bunk empty and a faint light coming from under his lab door. He gently pushed it open and peered in.

Skipper was facing away from him at the parallel bars Rico had built for him when he’d finally stood up from his wheelchair two weeks ago. So far, he hadn’t been able to do much but stand and pivot, but Skipper kept swearing he could feel in his gut that soon he’d be able to start taking little steps.

Skipper stood between the bars in place, hanging tightly to the railing and practiced shifting his weight from one foot onto the other, although his legs buckled each time and he had to grip the railing tighter. Luckily, his flippers barely trembled with strain against his weight. Those pull ups seem to have done the trick, Kowalski thought. He wondered how he didn’t get dizzy. Not only is this one of the few times Skipper stayed up on his feet for long periods of time in months, slowly swaying back and forth against the railings should cause motion-sickness as well as exertion.

“Skipper, I told tu not to do this without someone being with you. If tu fell, what would tu do?” Kowalski dicho as he entered and came around the side of the parallel bars where he could see his face.

Skipper shuffled back a step and sat back in his wheelchair.

“Sorry, Kowalski. tu just looked like tu were sleeping so well, and I just got a little anxious to do therapy this morning. I think I might be getting close to taking actual steps!” he dicho wheeling toward Kowalski. “Did tu see me? I’m already doing better than I did last week!” He grabbed Kowalski’s shoulders. “Did tu see it?” he asked excitedly, shaking Kowalski back and forth.

Kowalski laughed and nodded.

“Yes, yes, Skipper, I saw it!” he answered pushing out of his grasp.

Skipper looked back toward the door.

“Are the others up yet?” he asked anxiously.

“I don’t think so. They were still sleeping when I realized tu were gone,” Kowalski answered.

“Well, wake ‘em up! I have a blasted report, here! Rico! Private!” he called as he wheeled his way out of the lab.

Kowalski laughed. He thought about all the doubts Skipper had when they’d first started therapy. Even just a few months ago, Skipper had become frustrated with just lifting his legs with the weights strapped to it. They’d gotten into a strenuous argument.

“I’m sick and tired of waiting around for the strength in my legs to build up. It didn’t take this long the first time!” Skipper had dicho as he pulled the weights off his legs and tossed them aside.

“You didn’t have a brain injury the first time, either, Skipper,” Kowalski had reasoned. Skipper just rolled his eyes.

“And what makes tu think that it’s just a stupid brain injury? What if my muscles just don’t work anymore?” Skipper had replied.

“Skipper, if your muscles didn’t work, then tu wouldn’t have made this much progress. tu could be standing por Spring!” Kowalski told him.

Could be, Kowalski! That’s the problem!” Skipper dicho as he tried to mover por him, but Kowalski shoved his pencil in the spokes of the wheel and Skipper was brought to an abrupt stop. “Hey!” he protested.

Kowalski moved in front of him and forced him into eye contact.

“I told tu this from día one, Skipper. tu have to have patience. The brain is the most complicated part in the whole body, any body! Even science hasn’t figured out all there is to it! tu need to trust me, Skipper. If tu give up now, tu probably will never walk again. But if tu stick to it, I promise tu you’ll make it. tu do trust me, don’t you?” he asked with serious, pleading eyes.

Skipper was silent for a moment and looked down.

“Yes, Kowalski. I trust you. I’m just in a hurry to get better is all,” he dicho to his feet.

Kowalski sighed sympathetically.

“You’ll get there before tu know it, Skipper.”

Kowalski couldn’t help but smile at how far Skipper had come even from that one moment of weakness that few months ago. He could hear Skipper talking to Rico and Private in the siguiente room and laughed. He sounded like a teenage boy telling his parents he’d just scored his first inicial run. In a way, he did.

navidad had gone surprisingly well. It didn’t take nearly as much convincing as they’d thought it’d take to get Skipper to registrarse the Kidsmas party. On the night of December 24th, Rico had turned Skipper’s wheelchair into a sled (with a rocket-propeller as his own personal touch) and Skipper took the children on a joyride around Central Park. Kowalski almost suspected Skipper had más fun than the children. He didn’t do so well in the snowball fight, since his blind spots were anywhere behind him when it came to how slowly the wheelchair turned, but Skipper just laughed and carried on as if it made no difference in the world. In his mind, it might not have.

His wheelchair (sledchair?) had actually become ideal in his role as the Santa. While everyone else carried about their Kidsmas activities, Skipper just made one large round through the zoo to allow the children to sit on his lap. Kowalski didn’t tell Skipper this, but Momma pato had even pulled him aside and told him that she barely even recognized Skipper. Not because of the wheelchair, but because of his attitude. Who was this sweet, fun-loving penguin, and what did he do to the “iron-hearted, get-in-line” commando Skipper? Kowalski just laughed and dicho that he was always there, deep down. Something just needed to pull him out.

New Year’s was just as much a success. The animales of Central Park all gathered together on the clock tower to watch the ball drop—with the exceptions of the larger animals, of course—and with the assistance of Burt, Skipper was able to get a asiento up there with them. A possum child had hopped in his lap and Momma Duck’s ducklings perched themselves on his head. Kowalski held his watch at the ready and they’d all counted down from twenty as the ball dropped promptly on zero. Fireworks erupted in the air and Skipper laughed and cheered with the children. Everyone glowed a different color every couple of segundos as different fireworks exploded above.

A mes later, just when everyone thought Skipper couldn’t surprise them more, he really shocked them.

February 14th, 2015, Skipper actually insisted on spreading the love. Of course, since he is Skipper, he didn’t go the most romantic way in celebrating, but it was the thought, after all. He went around the zoo and gave each zooster a military salute and a hearty “Happy Valentine’s Day!” If that wasn’t enough, he told everyone one major thing he liked about them. Even Julien. Of course, it was something along the lines of “even though I hate you, if tu were about to be hit por a bus, I’d probably save you,” it was still something of a shock to everyone. Despite, Julien still ate it up like a plate of mangoes and gave his friend/enemy/who-knows a hug.

Today was March 6th, 2015, exactly eight months and five days since Skipper’s accident. According to his PET scans, his inner motor cortex was very gradually becoming stronger with activity with each month. Kowalski was proud of him. As was everyone else. The experience had not only changed Skipper, it had changed everyone else. Kowalski didn’t know if anyone else noticed it, but he did. While Skipper became más appreciative of the little things, everyone else became true believers.

Miracles really did happen.

— § —

Skipper pushed himself from the wheelchair while Kowalski and Rico helped him balance himself. He wobbled a little bit, and while he still seemed a bit shaky, he was standing nonetheless. Private handed adelante, hacia adelante the forearm crutches and Skipper fitted his flippers into them and found his center of gravity. Kowalski and Rico gradually released their grip and stepped back.

“How do they feel?” Kowalski asked.

Skipper shifted his weight a little bit.

“They seem okay. Let me try to walk a little,” he answered. The team stepped out of the way and Skipper brought his left crutch adelante, hacia adelante and planted it on the ground, his right foot straggling behind it. He mirrored the motion, and then brought his left crutch and right foot adelante, hacia adelante again, and again with his right crutch and left foot. Private hurried around behind him and started following him with the wheelchair in case he needed to sit down.

“You’re doing great, Skipper!” Kowalski encouraged.

“Yeah, yeah!” Rico agreed.

Skipper started to grunt with strain and staggered, but Kowalski and Rico caught him and helped him settle back into the wheelchair.

“It’s all right, Skipper! tu did great!” Kowalski dicho patting his back. “It’s a little harder when tu have a little más freedom to walk rather than just eight feet straight on those parallel bars. Just give it—”

“Time,” Skipper interrupted. “Yes, I know. You’ve been telling me that for nine and a half months, now. Trust me, there’s no way I’m having doubts now,” he dicho with a smile.

The team smiled back.

“That’s the Skipper I know!” Private dicho patting his shoulder.

“He never left, young Private,” Skipper replied. “He just got a little lost there in the beginning, but he’s found his way now.”

Private grinned.

“Affirmative, sir,” he agreed.

“So, what should we do now?” Kowalski asked. “I don’t know about tu guys, but I’m starving.”

“Fish!” Rico grunted.

“Amen to that, Rico,” Skipper dicho rubbing his empty tummy. “Let’s go get some grub.”

— § —

It was another zoo día in May of 2015, so the boys were up entertaining the visitors while Skipper remained down in HQ, finding ways to entertain himself. Today, he’d decided to have a look through the periscope to see how the visitors were enjoying themselves.

He smiled at all of the happy guests as they threw pescado to his men. In the back of his mind, he was making a mental note to nab Rico for eating some of his share. Then something in the background caught his attention.

There was a teenage boy in a wheelchair siguiente to Marlene’s habitat. He had a hard time seeing over the muro because it was so high. A woman Skipper presumed to be his mother was standing behind him, talking on a cell phone and feeding oysters to the happy otter, who didn’t even notice the boy hidden behind the wall. Finally, the boy just slumped down into his wheelchair and pretended not to notice the couple of kids across the aisle making fun of him. Skipper smoldered. Then some little girl who resembled him strode up to his side and started saying something. Skipper turned and hobbled along on his crutches to the security feeds and activated the microphones.

“. . . just don’t understand what you’re going through,” dicho the little girl’s voice once Skipper found the right feed.

“No one understands. I just don’t know why this had to happen to me. I don’t understand why I’m being punished like this. Do tu think God hates me, Laura?” asked the little boy.

“Of course not. I think maybe God just wants to test tu o something. That’s what Pastor Hemingway said, right?” Laura replied.

“I don’t know, Laura. I just don’t get why I was the one who got hurt. That drunk driver should’ve gotten hurt, but he’s still walking around on his merry way,” the little boy said. Skipper’s corazón dropped.

“Yeah, walking around on his merry way in prison for life,” Laura replied. “At least he’s not still out there, where he could hurt other people. And didn’t tu say physical therapy was going well? Doesn’t that count for something?”

“No, Mom dicho physical therapy was going well. The accident was almost a año ago, Laura. All I’ve been able to do is wiggle my feet a little bit. I almost picked my own foot up once, but it’s still really hard,” the little boy answered.

“Harold, tu also have to take into account that tu were laid up in a hospital cama all doped up on pain meds for, like, three and a half weeks after the accident. That probably didn’t help the healing process in your brain,” Laura reasoned.

“Whatever, Laura. Why don’t tu go see the penguins o something? I’m gonna go look around the Zoovenir Shop. At least I can actually see what’s in there,” Harold dicho at the sound of wheels turning and fading.

Skipper’s corazón pounded in his throat. This little boy could very likely be one of the seven injured from the same accident he’d been in. Except Harold wasn’t making progress as soon as he. Suddenly, he knew what he had to do. With anxiety burning in his chest and smoldering down into his stomach, he hobbled over to his wheelchair and hopped in it, holding his crutches across his lap. He then rolled it through the door in the HQ and took one of their secret tunnels toward the Zoovenir Shop. He stopped at the air duct leading inside and waited for the immediate area to clear before pushing himself out, replacing the grate, and quickly ducking behind a box of knick knacks.

Carefully peering around the box, he saw Harold enter the comprar and turn toward a clothing rack. Luckily, it wasn’t that busy over there, so Skipper rolled his way behind a bunch a merchandise until he was within whispering distance behind Harold. Skipper picked up a stuffed polar oso, oso de and threw it at the back of Harold’s head.

“Ah,” Harold responded in surprise as he picked the toy from the back of his neck. He slowly but surely turned the wheelchair and looked around for the culprit when his eyes finally settled on Skipper behind a rack of brochures. His expression contorted in confusion and he was about to call for someone when Skipper shook his head violently. Harold curiously cocked an eyebrow and leaned in a little, as if trying to be sure he was really witnessing this and not hallucinating.

Skipper wheeled adelante, hacia adelante a little bit and locked the wheels on his chair. Then he planted the crutches on the floor and looked up into Harold’s eyes as he watched intently. Looking around to ensure no one was coming, Skipper proceeded with pushing himself onto his wobbling feet. When he steadied himself, he walked adelante, hacia adelante a couple of shaky steps and looked at Harold. He was just sitting there with his expression a mixture of confusion and awe. Skipper locked eyes with him and gave a encouraging nod.

Harold’s face relaxed into surprise and he looked at his legs. His attention was diverted when he heard his name from behind and he turned his wheelchair.

“Mom,” he dicho when he saw her.

“There tu are! I had no idea where you’d gone off to,” she dicho with concern. Laura followed close behind.

“I said, like, three times that he was in the gift shop,” she dicho with a roll of her eyes.

“Mom, tu won’t believe this, this little pen—”

Harold turned back to where Skipper had been standing to find that he wasn’t there anymore.

“I won’t believe what?” Harold’s mom urged.

Harold looked down.

“Nothing. Um, yeah, when exactly did tu say my siguiente therapy session was?”

Harold’s mom looked through her SmartPhone for a second.

“Next Monday at four,” she answered. “Please don’t say anything about cancelling it again,” she pleaded putting her hand on his shoulder.

“Is there any way we could make it for, like, tomorrow o something?” Harold requested.

Harold’s mom blinked.

“Beg your pardon?” she asked incredulously.

“I just—I got this really weird sign. I think God was trying to tell me that I should keep trying with the therapy,” Harold answered.

His mom cocked an eyebrow, but she didn’t argue o pregunta it further.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she dicho with a hopeful smile.

The Mother pushed her son out of the Zoovenir comprar with Laura following close behind. Skipper watched with a satisfied smile from behind a rack of stuffed animals.

— § —

Skipper had a hard time trying to leave the Zoovenir comprar with all of the humans around, so he didn’t make it back to HQ until just before closing.

“Skipper! There tu are! Where have tu been?” Kowalski asked when Skipper wheeled himself in.

Skipper smiled and parked himself in front of the table.

“Don’t worry about it, Kowalski. I’m in the mood for some chess. tu in o out?

“Um, in, I guess. Is everything all right, Skipper?” Kowalski asked as he pulled the chess set from a cabinet.

Skipper looked at his legs.

“I assure you, Kowalski, everything is just fine.”
posted by Metallica1147
Author's note: All right like I promise my OC will be in this chapter, well to tell tu the truth my OC is me yeah I out myself in the story lol so hear we go.
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Chapter 2: Welcome to the zoo

    The siguiente día Marlene was at her habitat just relaxing, and waiting for her new roommate. Around 1’oclock a caja, cajón de arrived at her habitat, then one of the zookeepers open the crate.

“There tu go little guy, and welcome to your new home.” Then the zookeeper walked away.

Marlene walked towards the caja, cajón de looking for her new roommate....
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"Kowalski, do tu think I should not be on the team?" I dicho looking up at the tall pingüino, pingüino de who was working on his new project.
"What? I would never think that in my life. tu belong on the team. Without tu who would help me with my inventions." He dicho chuckling at the fact that I would say something like that. Looking back down at me with a smile. Then turning the smile into a frown when he saw a tear go down my face.
"Whats wrong, Sam?" He dicho stoping on what he was working on to turn to me.
I was wanting so badly to tell him, but I just could not. Instead, I turned away and waddled out...
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posted by Manfred_Johnson
It's times like this tu wish tu could just go inicial instead of being on a war ship, out in the middle of unknown areas. I thought, as I looked around at the wide open waters while leaning on the gard rails. There was no sign of any land to be seen from miles it seemed. I have know idea why I have agreed to do this. Is it because of me never wanting to disrespect my own state? o was it because of my respect for the code of my species?
"Hay.....are tu alright?" dicho a faint voice in the distence. It sounded soft and worried at the same time. I looked back over my shoulders to see who it was....
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posted by ThatDarnHippo
TDL's note: Hi. Uh, read and review. It's short.



Skipper bolted upright.

Private fell out of his bunk.
"Oof." He landed on his back. "Did tu hear that, Skippa'?"

Skipper glanced down nervously at the young private. His breathing settled, and he jump out of his bunk, almost landing on Private.
"We got no time to lose. Roll out, team!"

Skipper turned to face the bunks. Rico and Kowalski were still snoring in their beds. Skipper sighed. He grabbed some extra pillows and chucked them at the sleeping soldiers.

Rico squealed and rolled awkwardly out of his bunk, landing on all fours. Kowalski yawned...
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posted by Annacrombie
A new start chapter 3


Val and Lily had became sisiters to me, I loved having thier company


One día it was raining and we had nothing to do, Skipper held a meeting asking for sugestions of things to do, Val dicho she had spotted an old TV in a bin that Kowalski could hook up for us ~ awsome idea Val! ~. When the rain stopped we all set of to get the TV, the TV was to heavy to carry. Lily dicho she saw a toy car to put it on to and drive it back to the habitat.


Lily showed me where it was and i drove over towards the guys in a bright rosado, rosa car ~ i amor bright rosado, rosa cars! ~ we drove it back to...
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posted by Camillebas
(Here is were it gets exciting.)
All four penguins stared at her in awe, "You used to work for Dr.Blowhole?" Private said. Victoria nodded, Skipper continued to glare at her and Kowalski looked heartbroken. "But, as I dicho I no longer do and he probaly has no idea I'm still living." Victoria repeated, seeing Kowalski's look. She didn't know why, but something about him made her feel... well.... diffrent. She couldn't discribe what it felt like, it wasn't a bad feeling, but just a feeling. Suddenly, there was a noise, the TV turned on. Victoria's eyes widened in horror. On it was someone she...
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posted by PenguinCrazy14
Hello, RavenFeathers here. I've finally gotten started on Chapter 3!! *does victory dance* All right, like I promised, the explanations for Chapter 2.

Warning: The following explanations might make this chapter seem longer than it actually is.

….Okay, to start, for those who are interested in Ravena's personal story, there's a possibility that it might not be revealed until Operation: Matchmaker. [If anyone's giving the screen a 'what the hell is that?' look, one, it's offending your computer screen, and two, just read my perfil for the summary of that story.] The reason is that I wanted...
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posted by ThatDamnLlama
Editer's note: This one isn't my favorite. But enjoy it anyways.


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TIME: 4:45PM
LOCATION: SOMEWHERE ABOVE SOUTH AMERICA

The penguins where asleep, crammed together in the little el espacio there was.

Except for Skipper. He got little sleep due to the lack of room. He kept himself busy por daydreaming. He dreamed of his inicial back in Central Park, imagined what Ecuador would look like, and most importantly, he thought about Heidi. He kept on reminding himself that the whole reason why they are heading to another continent and into the unimaginable was Heidi.

Skipper missed her. He could almost...
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posted by Aquade
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Penguins of Madagascar o Central Park Zoo. What I do own is this plot line, though.


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"Skipper!" It was Private's turn to watch the monitors for any suspicious behavior, and the pingüino, pingüino de was currently staring at one of the screens. "He's done it again!"

"What is it, Private?" dicho Skipper, clearly annoyed. "We were playing a game of cards!"

The leader had some cards in his flippers. The rest of the penguins came out. Kowalski cleared his throat. "Actually, I'm kind...
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Happy Valentines Day!

"You're what?"

"I'm lost," repeated Leroy.

Skipper began pacing. "Really, Private? This is the segundo time you've brought a lost civilian to the base!"

Private grinned sheepishly as Leroy crossed his flippers. "I am not just a civilian!" yelled the turtle.

He was ignored. Just then, Kowalski came out of his lab. "Guess what? I've-" His voice flattered as he analyzed the scene in front of him. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing much," grunted Rico.

"I'm lost," explained Leroy.

Kowalski glanced at Private. "Private?"

Skipper nodded. "Right on spot."

Kowalski sighed. "Well, we might as well...
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"Ahh!"

Private turned the steering wheel as far right as it could go. "Whew."

He had missed the wheels of a car por centimeters. As the young pingüino, pingüino de continued driving, he mentally slapped himself. Great job, Private, he thought. Of all the times to go, tu had to go at rush hour.

A truck pulled up in front of him. "Ahh!" he screamed again.

Private tried to jump out; but his flippers were locked in a death grip on the steering, and his feet would not mover from the pedal. The young pingüino, pingüino de did the only thing he could do: he squeezed his eyes shut.

A few segundos passed. Private opened an eye. "Huh?"...
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posted by Aquade
"I have a plan, but you're not going to like it," I said.

Skipper glanced at me doubtfully. "I have a feeling that I'm not going to like it too."

Kowalski turned his gaze on me. "What is it?"

I looked at Skipper. "This has something to do with the deal we made earlier. I'll distract X while tu guys escape."

"Hey!" argued Skipper. "When I made that promise earlier, I didn't plan for this."

I glanced sharply at him. "We made a deal, so don't tu tell me that you're going to back out of it."

We reached a dead end. I looked at them all in turn. "Don't tu see? I'm not going to let another pingüino, pingüino de die...
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posted by Aquade
Author's Note: I'm in a very happy mood, and I don't have any homework right now, so I decided that I would post this now. Have fun with it!

“It’s Friday, boys, and tu know what that means.”

Kowalski took out his clipboard as I rolled my eyes. “Recon,” we both said.

“Can we have snow cones later?” asked Private.

Rico nodded vigorously in agreement. Skipper smiled. “I don’t see why not. As long as everything goes as plan.”

I fist pumped the air. We all went topside as Skipper gave us our roles. “Rico, Kowalski, tu have the zoo. Nathan, Private, you’re in the park. I’m...
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