Madness in Madagascar

Part 4: Skipper

"dont have to tell me twice" skipper mutters as he leaps to slam the door shut

king julien leans against the wall. "so. have you come to tell me that coming back here was a huge mistake? like you did all those years ago when i told you i was going to return to my throne?" he asks with a hard stare

skipper watches king julien with soft eyes. "no, of course not. i fully respect any decision you make, and you coming home to your throne has made you much happier and im glad, but this-- with mort? cant you see all he cares about is your feet?? hes obsessed to the point where its creepier than simply having the fetish should be"

king juliens lip quivers before he clenches his fists and steps forward. "YOU DONT KNOW IF THATS ALL HE CARES ABOUT!" his voice breaks. "mort has always been my number one supporter, even though ive only been cruel to him in return." king julien stops for a moment. "im sorry," he mutters with a droop of his shoulders

skipper relaxes, or moreso deflates, at the sight of his dejected king. a wave of regret washes over him. maybe he was too harsh,,, "look," he sighs. "we've been separated by a vast ocean for a long time, so it makes sense that you'd want to fill that empty void with someone. i may not agree with who it is, but i respect the reasoning behind it. i was too harsh earlier, im sorry" he frowns, staring down at the floor

king julien looks to him for a moment. he opens his mouth as if to say something, but decides against it, following skipper's stare. after a few seconds, julien finally speaks up. "i did miss you, you know. i just thought that you'd forget about me and move onto marlene." his eyes well up against his will."i never thought you would come see me. i didnt know i really meant that much to you." a tear slips out and rolls down his cheek

skipper's breath hitched, and he looked up at julien, vision beginning to blur. he tentatively reached a wing out to gently grasp his arm. he took a steady breath. "you mean so much to me, julien." he admitted, voice wavering. "i would never forget you. never. you mean far too much to me"

enter rico

* throws up whiteboard to write on * * writes "threesome?" *

"RICO WHEN DID YOU GET HERE" (skipper)

"always been here. my thirteen tinder dates just left so i have nothing to do" (rico)

king julien quickly wipes his tears as he turns to rico. "CANT YOU SEE WE'RE HAVING A TENDER MOMENT"

* throws up tissues for king julien to use * "no" (rico)

king julien shrugs. "fair enough i guess," he grumbles as he searches for dry spots on the tissues

rico opens his mouth, only for 32 lemurs and 57 penguins to stream in all excited for the house party rico had posted on his facebook group called "rico's whore house"

skippers jaw drops in disbelief. the mood from before is long gone by now, and hes not sure hell ever get another chance like that again. shaking his head, he straightens up. "well now that this is no longer,,, private,,, what do we do now?"

rico drags the alcohol out of the hidden cellar and pours everyone cups "shwiahshficjcovnreowsjaknendnficifeowowodjdififf?" (rico)

skipper turns to the king. "were you aware rico had a cellar in your room?" "yeah, ill take one"(skipper)

rico hands skipped a drink and then another and then another. before long skipper is drunk asf

"THAT IS MY CELLAR! although i am not against some drinks," he adds "skipper are you feeling alright?" king julien asks, brows knitting in concern.

"thandks manna n,, i apprecvtiate it" skippers words begin to blend together as he starts to sway from side to side every now and then. "hhuh? ohh ueahh im feleijn GRERAT"

skipper was not feeling great, he stumbled around and rico watched as his friend stumbled around instead of his usual waddle

king julien moves forward and uses his arms to give skipper support. "rico, how much did you give him?? i wasnt paying attention because i blacked out"

"cheidhshwhevdvrbtbtnyhoc" [translates to: about 6-7] (rico)

"CNEOXJSIXHSJXJSHWKWPXIDJS" rico screams and all the people file out to rico's house, leaving drunk skipper and king julien alone. [translates to: GIANT ORGY MY PLACE] (rico)

kj's eyebrows shoot up and he turns back to skipper worriedly. "skipper, you need somewhere to stay and sleep this off." he pauses, and continues: "since we're already at my house, i would not mind if you stayed here." he purses his lips after he finishes. his face feels hot.

skipper giggles, but its interrupted by a hiccup. he looks up at king julien- wait, no,, king juliens. "yourue all so prettytyy," he sighs. "all th--hic--thrreee of youu," he suddenly becomes dizzy, and he collapses onto julien, giggling again

julien steadies skipper again, taking his wing and draping it over his shoulder to better provide support. "yes, yes i know. i am quite handsome. BUT! now is not the time for flirting. we must get you some water"he shuffles back to the bar with skipper in tow. from there, he seats skipper in one of the shitty barstools and quickly hurries behind the counter to fill up a tall glass of water from the tap. once its full, he slides the glass over to the drunken penguin. "drink," he orders.

little did everyone know rico had planted a bomb

rico also had a secret

rico was the zodiac killer

"...what is that awful sound" king julien looked around. "skipper do you hear that"

the bomb was ticking

"i dotn hear anythign other than your angellic voice" skipper slurs over his words

king julien thought for a moment before everything clicked. "SKIPPER WE MUST RUN" he shouted as he jumped over the counter. grabbing his wings, he flipped skipper onto his back and hauled ass right the fuck out of therehe could feel the heat of the explosion singe his back as he jumped out the window to the crate of mangos below

skipper jolted at the sudden movement, struggling not to vomit as the king carried him out of the building. he squinted his eyes shut tight as the bomb went off, the searing heat too much to handle. he landed in the mango crate with a grunt

"whh-??? juliien what the hell was thhat ????" he'd sobered up slightly due to the explosion, but his thoughts were still a little foggy as he lifted his head up to check his surroundings with watery eyes

julien sat straight up, mangoes tumbling off of him as he let out a shocked laugh. "he set us up skipper! your lackey just blew up my fucking house!" he laughed, tears running down his face. "god fucking DAMN IT!" he slammed his fist into the crate.

he stilled. "wait a minute. was mort still inside?" something cold ran through his blood, and the world felt like too much and not enough all at once.

A/N: Rico does speak jibberish, everyone around him just knows him well enough to understand what he's saying