Hi, everyone! Welcome to my first-ever Penguins of Madagascar fanfiction! :D I've recently been rewatching the series and came up with this idea. Since this story is about the season 2 episode "Concrete Jungle Survival", I recommend watching the episode first before reading this, but it's optional. As for the story cover, I made it myself using Photoshop; you can see the entire picture on my DeviantArt account by clicking the DeviantArt link on my profile. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this first chapter! :) Our story begins shortly after Kowalski's song about The Graveyard Eight. . .

It was almost time for the haunted bus called The Graveyard Eight to arrive on its nightly route of destruction. Private was left all alone with not even The Concrete Jungle Survival Guide: Audio Book Version (which had self-destructed just moments earlier thanks to Rico) to help him. The lemurs were nowhere in sight, and Private figured they had either given up on the whole camping idea or had gone somewhere far away. The young cadet hoped it was the latter. A cool breeze blew past, causing Private to shiver both in fear and from the cold.

"Why did I even ask to be promoted? It's not like that classified joke is important. I mean, I didn't even know it existed until Skipper looked at it this morning." As he muttered to himself, a faint glowing light appeared in the distance. Private finally straightened up and tried to think optimistically.

"Well, I guess since I'm stuck in this situation anyway, I might as well pass it." He looked around for anything that could help him. On the side of the road was another garbage pile, across from the alley he was in. He slid over to it and began rummaging for items.

"Aha!" He exclaimed as he pulled out a stick and suction cup.

"Now I just need some string." In the middle of the road, Private could see a small, shiny strand of string. He waddled over, grabbed it, and began hastily trying to make a fishing line. After all, it was just two minutes to midnight, and The Graveyard Eight would be there at any moment. Unfortunately for Private, the bus showed up moments too soon. Just as he finished making his fishing line, the young penguin looked up to see the grill of the bus hurtling towards him. The last thing he saw was the blinding headlights and his terrified expression staring back at him from the chrome grill of the bus. There was a scream, a crash, and screeching wheels as the bus continued its journey, leaving the unmoving figure of a small penguin lying in its wake.

And it never slowed down once.

Poor Private. :( I know it's kind of short, but the next one is longer. This story is already written out, so it's just a matter of posting each chapter on a schedule. I'll leave an author's note at the end of each chapter about when the next one will be posted, so be sure to follow and/or favorite this story if you like it! :)