Finn grabbed my arm. "Marlene, you can't be serious." he whispered.

"Oh, you bet I am serious." I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrow.

"You can't be together." Finn said.

"Give me two reasons why." I frowned.

"One. You're a mammal and he's a bird," Finn paused. "Two. Skipper looks like one of those animais who'll just break your heart."

"Well, is that bad? What if he isn't one of those guys? What? Are you a racist against Skipper now? I thought you guys were friends?" I snapped.

"It's not bad and I hope he's not one of those guys and no he's not a racist and yes we are friends." Finn reacted as...

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Penguins of Madagascar or 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 pinguim was currently staring at one of the screens. "He's done it again!"

"What is it, Private?" said 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...