I do not own Penguins of Madagascar, DreamWorks does. Apologies if they are a little OC, I've never written Penguins before. I have two OCs, you'll meet one in a minute.

"Skipper!" Private froze from his training and pointed frantically. "Alice!"

"Cute and cuddly, boys!" The four penguins fell into a line and waved casually. The zoo had closed for the day- why was Alice still here?

The zookeeper dropped the wooden plank to form a bridge and cautiously climbed over the fence. In one hand, she held a pet carrier case, its contents obscured by a newspaper lining and a blanket. Alice huffed as she set the cargo down, wiping an arm across her brow.

"Here you go, penguins," She spat the word with all the contempt she could muster against animals, "a new friend to do whatever weird things you freaks do with." She unlocked the cage and left, pulling back the plank with a ragged sigh.

Private took a step forward, eager to meet the new arrival.

"Private!" His commanding officer reprimanded. "That could be an enemy spy in there, armed to the teeth with all sorts of dangerous mayhem!" Skipper looked a little too intrigued at that with the usual paranoia; the devilish glint in his eyes was enough to send Private back to his place in the line.

"We don't have teeth." The four of them froze in place, peering into the case. "And I certainly don't have all sorts of dangerous mayhem." The voice mimicked. Skipper bristled, drawing himself up to his full height.

"Show yourself!" He ordered.

"Alright, alright, keep your beak on." The blanket disappeared from view and a white, abstract orb rolled out.

"Egg!" Rico acknowledged, flapping his flippers. "Girl!" He added as the egg's mother stepped out, blinking in the sunlight. Their new house guest regarded them coolly with her ice blue eyes, deftly nudging her egg onto her feet without stooping or looking away. Rico garbled, waving his flippers about his head.

"Right you are, Rico." Kowalski agreed. "Ma'am, I believe it is the job of the male penguin-"

"To look after the egg, I know."

"Then, if you don't mind me asking," Private intervened, "why have you got it?" She sighed miserably, clearly reluctant to say more than the following:

"I got separated from my rookery following a big storm. Wild life preservers took me in and I laid this two weeks ago." She nudged her egg slightly with her foot.

"What's your name?" Skipper demanded dubiously, stepping forward and motioning to his men to be quiet.

"Fuchsia."

"Aaaah!" Julian landed in their midst, using Private as a shield. "I demand to know the whereaboutsness of the dreaded Foosa!"

"No, no, Fuchsia. Not… whatever you said. Just call me Fiz."

"Fish!" Rico scrambled about excitedly.

"Fiz." She corrected impatiently. "Heavens above, you men are thick." The three penguins gasped in shock, looking to their leader. Skipper did not take sexism lightly.

However, Skipper didn't get a chance to say anything. Julian had squealed in excitement and had darted forward.

"You have a J.J!"

"A what?"

"Uh, duh." He pointed at the egg. "The heir to my kingly kingdom! I am needing your J.J."

"Ringtail!" Skipper scolded.

"You try to take this egg and I'll boot you back to whatever sewer you crawled from." Julian recoiled and then stood up to his fullest height.

"That is no way to be speaking to your king!"

"I'm sorry, I'm not in the Lost and Desperate Kingdom." Skipper chuckled as Julian gaped at her, outraged and dumbfounded.

"I like her already."

Sorry it's short, but it's all I've got at the minute. I do have ideas jotted down in note-form, but still trying to write them up. Thoughts? :D