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Epilogue

Skipper's Logue. May 12, 2001. Time: Unknown

I am currently hiding out in the cargo hold of a plane that I'm pretty sure is heading to America. After escaping those guards, I managed to sneak into some guy's luggage, and here I am. Fortunately, the bag wasn't completely zipped shut, so I managed to come up for some air.

A lot's happened over these past few days. I confessed my Aunka Clan membership to Johnson. We found out he was a Doublo. Manfredi returned, stating that he was on our side. We met up with some lemurs-one of whom pretty much sent Manfredi to his grave by kicking the smallest lemur. Johnson became the Doublo. He and I found out that Queen Helena of Denmark was a Sizone. Johnson...sacraficed himself to save the world from the clutches of the Sizone Clan. The queen-who was apparently nuts-killed herself because the Dionte was destroyed. Hans and Annelise fled, and I was blamed for the queen's demise.

It's almost funny. This whole adventure started with a simple mission: getting a stolen painting that wasn't really stolen. Weird how things can change, like that. Manfredi and Johnson...they died for a cause. Manfredi saved a life. Johnson saved many more.

Speaking of saving a life, I can't help but wonder what became of those lemurs...

Twelve Years Later

A slim lemur with gray fur and a leafy crown was sitting on a throne that was made out of wood and decorated with leaves on the top. On the lemur's lap sat a dirty, beat-up cardboard box. He was looking inside of it with a goofy smile on his face.

"Hey, Maurice!" he called, not taking his amber eyes off of the contents of the box. "Come over here, and let your king be showing to you something!"

A bulky, dark gray lemur ran up to the throne. "What is it, King Julien?"

King Julien jumped off of his throne and showed Maurice the box. He grinned. "Are you recognizing de stuffs in here?"

Maurice smiled. "You bet, Your Majesty. It's everything we found during our days as Explorer J and Explorer M."

"And me!" Julien and Maurice jumped and looked down at a tiny brown lemur. They hadn't heard him approach. "Why did you guys use your first innitials?" he squeaked.

"We told you, Mort," Maurice said. "We made a lot of enemies in the explorer business. If they don't know your name, they can't track you down."

Julien sighed happily, turning to his right hand man. "Those were being some fun times, Maurice. It is being kind of funny. We were de explorer-peoples, and now we are a king and his servant. Me being de king, dat is."

Maurice nodded. "It's funny how some things change."

Mort embraced Julien's foot, and the ringtail groaned. "And how some things don't." He closed his box and handed it to Mort. "Here. Put dis back underneath of de bouncy." He kicked Mort in the direction of a large, colorful bounce house. He looked over at the penguin habitat, where four penguins were sparring. He was looking at one in particular-one with a flat head and deep blue eyes. "Do you think de Skipper penguin is knowing who we were, when we were in Denmark, searching for de Dionte?"

"Probably. Remember when we met him in Madagascar, and he asked if we'd ever been to Denmark?"

"Oh yeah. I said 'yes,' then I remembered dat Mort killeded his penguiny friend, and so I said to him 'no no. It was not being us.'"

Maurice rolled his eyes. He and Skipper both new it was King Julien's fault that Manfredi died, not that the lemur king would ever admit it. Maurice looked at the still training penguins and wondered what became of Johnson after he, King Julien, and Mort had left.

The End (This Time I'm Serious-It's Over)

Thank you, everyone who read and/or reviewed this story! I think this one was much better than "Operation: Denmark." Or, if you put in the words of The Amanda Show, this story better! Much better! Please review!