In the jungle, the humans continued on exhausted, looking for any civilization. The night air was still and quiet and the tourists were tired. The cameraman was still recording.
Cameraman: No sign of civilization. Everybody appears very tired. I think we're lost. Hey Nana, do you even know where you're going?
Nana: No, but I'm going with a skip in my step and a smile on my face.
Cameraman: Sure, right, OK. Yeah, all right.
Suddenly, a rustle caused them to stop. They gasped as they saw more tourists who appeared in the opposite way.
Cameraman: Oh, It's people.
Man: Where did you come from?
Woman: How did you get out here?
Cameraman: Can you help us? We're lost.
Man: We're lost too.
Woman: It was awful. A flash of black and white and they were gone. They took the jeep!
Man: That happened to our jeep too!
Man 3: What do we do?
Man 4: How will we all survive?
Cameraman: We got nothing. No food, no water, no shelter. What are we gonna do?!
A whistle made them turn. Nana was preparing to make a fire.
Nana: You can let nature get the best of you, or you can get the best of nature.
She used her perfume to get the fire going. Everyone was amazed and sat down with her.
Nana: Gather 'round, children. We're New Yorkers, right?
All:Ye ah.
Nana: We survive the concrete jungle! When we need food, we hunt for a decent hot dog stand. Am I right?
Man: She's right.
Nana: When we need shelter, we build skyscrapers.
Man: Exactly!
Everyone agreed happily.
Nana: When we need water, we build a dam.
Man: Come on! We're New Yorkers, for crying out loud!
Nana: If we can make it there, we can make it anywhere!
The next day, about a mile from the valley, just a few feet from where the airplane had crashed. Skipper and Kowalski peered at a set of blueprints to the airplane's redesign. That Kowalski had drawn up.
Kowalski: Skipper, we have all the parts we need, but we're slightly behind schedule.
Skipper: How slightly?
Kowalski: Six to nine years.
Skipper:Sixty-nine years?
Kowalski: No, six to nine years.
Skipper: Private! What happened to our thumbs?
Private: Haven't seen them since yesterday, sir. Darn you, Darwin!
Private struggled to hold his screwdriver but it fell and ended up getting trapped in the hood.
Skipper: Nobody goes AWOL on my watch. Private! You're coming with me. Rico! You're coming with me! We'll track them down and bring them in for court martial.
Mason: That won't be necessary! We've recruited a few extra thumbs for you, Skipper.
From behind them, hundreds of monkeys are all over the savanna. The penguins can't believe their eyes.
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Madagascar
FanfictionA group of animals who have spent all their life in a New York zoo end up in the jungles of Madagascar, and must adjust to living in the wild. A white circus tiger and her sidekick fish joined them along the way though the world to get them home. Th...
