Marlene. :P

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 pinguino was currently staring at one of the screens. "He's done it again!"

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

Happy Valentines Day!

"You're what?"

"I'm lost," repeated Leroy.

Skipper began pacing. "Really, Private? This is the secondo 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...

"Ahh!"

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

He had missed the wheels of a car da centimeters. As the young pinguino continued driving, he mentally slapped himself. Great job, Private, he thought. Of all the times to go, te 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 sposta from the pedal. The young pinguino did the only thing he could do: he squeezed his eyes shut.

A few secondi passed. Private opened an eye. "Huh?"...