Meanwhile, the penguin humanoids hid in the tall grass. Rico looks out though the flora with a bottle telescope. A tourist truck rumbled up the road. Misty tumbled along the tall grass and poked her head up.
Misty: Hey guys.
Private: You're here, Misty.
Skipper: You're just in time to fix the plane.
Misty: What are we actually going to do?
Kowalski: We're going to get one of those tourists jeeps for construction.
Jewel could see that they are planning to attack.
Skipper: Operation Tourist Trap is a go.
Private: Oh, I like that one. That's a good one.
Kowalski: It works on many levels sir.
Skipper: You guys are a bunch of suck-ups.
Kowalski: That, too.
Private: Absolutely.
They got into position as the truck got closer.
Skipper: Stations. Stage one. Go!
Private ran out and fell into the middle of the road as if he'd been hit. The truck screeched to a halt. Private put some ketchup on him an egg yolk and a bone and started to play dead.
Skipper: Come on, take the bait.
The tourists exited the truck and started taking pictures.
Man: Oh no. What have I done?
Woman: What happened?
Man: What's going on?
Woman 2: Oh, look at the poor little guy.
Man: Is it dead?
Skipper: Stage two! Go, go, go!
Misty and the other penguin humanoids ran to the truck. Skipper flipped Kowalski into the cab while Rico popped the truck's hood as Misty got into the front seat.
Cameraman: I will give him the kiss of life.
The cameraman blew into Private's mouth. Rico started to hot wire the engine as Private flew from the crowd like a balloon and into the truck. Misty knew about this machine well. She pressed on the gas pedal and turned the music on. She floored it, starting the tourists.
Misty: Now this is awesome.
She high five the penguin humanoids for doing a great job.
Cameraman: No! Stop! Stop! Stop! Come back!
Nana: What is all this rock'n'roll racket?!
From the back seat was an old lady. She seemed a lot tougher so they threw her out through the glass window.
Private: Is she dead?
Skipper: No!
Misty floored forward bumping the crazy old lady away and then drove away into their crash site. The old lady, Nana angrily waved her hand.
Nana: You hoodlums!
The other people started to head toward her concern.
Man: Good heavens! Are you okay?
The cameraman found her handbag and gave it back to her.
Cameraman: Lady, I found your pocketbook.
Nana: My handbag. Such a good boy. Nana can't survive without it.
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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...
