Penguin of Madagascar the movie. oc

Chapter 27

They are on the ocean out of no where, flouting around on the serving pan to stay on. The penguins were Devastated after Hope was taken.

Skipper: Skipper's log. Hope has been kidnapped by Dave, while we have been cast adrift for what seems like days. No rations, fresh water... or land in sight. Kowalski's sick as a dog. [ Kowalski started to poke. ] Private Starting to get low by the loss of his daughter. And Rico keeps trying to eat Kowalski.

Kowalski: Just, please, just cut it out.

Kowalski pushes Rico off of him, but slides back to him. And then Kowalskistarted poking again.

Skipper: Not sure how long we can hold on. This may be my final entry. [ wine corks hits skipper. ] Ow.

At the other boat, the north wind are having a posh dinner with wine and salmon.

Classified: 2004 Grand Cru. Hints of pear, white peaches.

Eva: The salmon is delicious.

Short Fuse: Oh, I have never been more hydrated in my life.

Eva: Let me cut you a piece of the salmon.

Classified: No, thank you. I'm stuffed.

Eva: It's the most delicious thing on the boat.

Classified: I have to loosen my utility belt.

Corporal picks up a plate of fish to ask short fuse if he wants some.

Short Fuse: No, I'm full. Just dump it in the ocean.

Corporal throws the fish in the sea.

Skipper: You know, we're all in the same boat here.

Classified: Actually, we're not. And perhaps you could express a little more concern over the fact that you stole and destroyed a $19 million vehicle!

Skipper: Bill me.

Classified: Corporal? Corporal?

Corporal: We're picking up a signal, sir. [ the computer shows the picture of an island where the tracker is. ] It's five klicks southwest, but it stopped at that remote island.

Skipper: Land? [ skipper moves the serving pan to see the island. ] Good on you. You've tracked down some land.

Short Fuse: No, silly willy. We've been tracking the octopus.

Skipper: What? You put a homing device on one of Dave's minions?

Classified: All of you, actually, when I darted you.

Skipper jumps off the serving pan and walks on corporal to face to face with classified.

Skipper: You low-down, dirty, mangy, filthy, flea-bitten, bum-sniffing toilet drinker! But... good.

Classified: See, I told you. You should've left this to the professionals.

Classified took a bite of toast before walking away from skipper, leaving him to think if classified darted hope as well. Do they know Hope is kidnapped?

Skipper: classified!

Classified looked at skipper with no emotion.

Skipper: did you...dart hope as well? Like us?

Classified: no, we didn't. Which reminds me. [ classified lift up his watch and put it on radio. ] hope, you there, over?

But nothing. Classified tries again.

Classified: Hope, do you copy?

But nothing, making classified abit worried.

Classified: corporal, put on a tracker to see where hope is.