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INDIE. PRIV . 18+. SEL. SKIPPER of MADAGASCAR/PENGUINS OF MADAGASCAR SERIES/FILM

No penguin swims alone  

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As commanded by SAV/MAMABEAR

      LUCKILY, HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT EITHER of those things are.        “ WHOA ! EASY. ” he raises his hands placatively. “ You mean a conga line? Dunno what the other thing is, but, trust me, I wouldn’t do either of m’.”

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He withdraws his flipper. ❛ Alright, you check out,… for now! ❜ He was still paranoid; that much will never change!

Eddie watched the penguin slide away, who of which Eddie still pondered if he was real, or just a drug induced hallucination. Likely the former, though, right ? After all, who else was eating the fish ? Eddie then inched but a little closer, stomping his foot on the floor, & placing his fists upon his hips as though he was some kind of PARENTAL FIGURE.

                      “ & where do you think YOU’RE going, Officer Grumpy ? ”                                 he demanded for an answer.                                           “ You’re not even tall enough to reach the doorknob ! ”

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When the man’s foot comes down hard Skipper stifles, mid-slide! He practically bumps up to the unforeseen intrusion.

❛ That’s what you think, Sargent Pain in The Tush! ❜ Now using the pillar before him as an obstacle course he springs off of Edward’s knee! And onto the knob of the door, twisting it.

The wooden door, creaking open and Skipper giving the annoying idiot who treated him like a pet a smirk and a salute before dropping off and making a break for it…

The stoutly, monochromatic bird clears his throat, hopping off of the capybara he had entangled in duct tape! ❛ Too slow, Officer Yak! ❜ Skipper sounds, rude to have assumed that the buffalo chief was an officer and a yak. ❛ I already wrangled the varmints up; honestly I thought the ZPD be a no show! ❜ Being a spy for ORKA he does consider himself better than the police and he was not going to withheld on bragging rights. Even in front of their common enemy.

The sunset. Frankly, one of the few times Emmeline has ever found solace in this forsaken world, even as a child. It was the only time she would be allowed to be left alone, when everyone was asleep. When Madame Corvette and her rotten children would go home and the torment would stop, even for a minute. Dusk and nighttime are her comforts. And right now was no exception, especially now that she has Skipper to enjoy it with her.

There’s a perplexed look as he stands, a mild fear that she did something WRONG, but it’s stilled when he offers his flipper and a dance.

Daintily, she reaches out and takes his flipper.

“Oh, I thought I did something wrong. Of course I do, Skippa’. Just, uh…as a heads up, I haven’t…really done this before. Not in a genuine authentic way, anyways. Dave and I play around but…not romantically.” That’s she’s aware of. “So I…probably won’t be very good.”

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❛ Something wrong? I find that mildly amusing, Moon! ❜ Skipper retorts. Sure he can be stern and his exterior just as icy as the land they both naturally hail from but what need did he have to be frustrated with her right now? ❛ Emmeline, what could possibly be WRONG about tonight? ❜ A simpering on his beak. Smooth Skipper very smooth. He lifts his flipper up, hers still entwined so she could spin.

Skipper often gladly gloats about not being a dancer but he at least knows how to sway with a lady! Moves that rival even that of King Julien! After all no one wants a ring tailed booty shook in their face. That lemur has no regard for personal space.