So I was working on In the Line of Duty and got stuck, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to finish outlining Mr. Tux. Which then turned in to, "maybe it wouldn't hurt to type part of Mr. Tux" Now you have the first chapter of Mr. Tux, which I've decided to call the story A Deal with the Devil (Is a Deal with Mr. Tux) Now I know I had told you which stories would be in what order, but I think I'll just get whatever ones I can up, in whatever order I can write them. But I will be working on the ones that have won the polls and the ones I've already started. No more until I get those caught up.

Disclaimer: I have no claim to the rights of the Penguins of Madagascar, nor do I make any profit from writing this work of fiction, inspired by the Penguins of Madagascar.

A Deal with the Devil (Is a Deal with Mr. Tux)

Chapter One: Namby-Pamby

Children, hypocrisy/that's what I give/ you can take it from me/ If you don't, won't live to see/One last act of tragedy -Hollywood Undead- 'Glory'

"Unbelievable Private, my grandmother drives faster than you! We could have been home an hour ago if I had let Kowalski drive, we would have been home 3 hours ago if Rico had been driving and we would have been passing people not have people pass us!" Private flinched at Skipper's words, trying to keep a hold on his emotions. He wasn't even sure why Skipper had been so upset, all he had done was drive home like Skipper had ordered.

"I'm sorry Skippa; I guess I'm just too much of a nice guy." As well as a follow the rules guy, but that went unspoken. Laws were made for a reason, he wasn't just going to speed home because he wants to get home, he did want to get home alive after all.

"You know what they say about nice guys don't you Private?"

"They finish last?"

"No, they end up dead! Is that what you want? To end up dead? Sometimes we just don't have a choice and we have to do things that we'll regret the rest of our lives. But when it's either kill or be killed, regret is a small price to pay." Even Kowalski and Rico seemed to be in shock at their leader's outburst, but remained quiet not wanting Skipper's wrath turned around on them. It was like Skipper's temper was on a hair-trigger today.

"I don't see how any of this relates to my driving, but if you're quite done, do I at least have permission to retire to my room for the night?" He didn't give the older man a chance to answer before darting up the stairs, eyes burning from unshed tears. Upon reaching his room, he made sure to slam the door shut as hard as he possibly could. It wasn't fair! Skipper didn't know one thing about him! He wasn't always a nice guy, that's why he transferred from England and didn't join MI6. He could never be like his Uncle Nigel, who was a cold calculating man. Nothing like what he remembered his parents to be like.

The tears were starting to fall freely as he sat on the floor of his room, back against the cold door, and knees tight against his chest. His parents had been nice, too nice according to Uncle Nigel and that's why they were killed. They thought their targets deserved a second chance, that everyone was a good person deep down. He still remembered the night when Uncle Nigel came to the door, he was only 9 years old and being told that his parents would never be coming home. At the time he had told that, it had been a car accident, but as he got older around his 13th birthday or so, he learned the truth or at least as much of the truth, MI6 was willing to give up.

Once his sobs stopped, he was able to hear the others talking down stairs and it made him feel like a child.

"Skipper I must say that was little harsh, so what if Private's not an aggressive driver, there was no need to say any of that to him. Besides would you really want another Rico?" There was a gruff reply to Kowalski's question that could have only been Rico taking offense.

"It wasn't just the driving Kowalski, that boy, is just that, a boy. He has no idea what it takes to survive in the real world. I've been hoping since he arrived that he would lose the whole naïve act, but anymore I don't think it's possible. In fact I would love to have another Rico on the team, if it meant that there wouldn't be any more namby-pamby attitude on this team." This time it was Rico who spoke, but Private couldn't catch any of it. Although it sounded like he was pretty angry, especially when he heard Kowalski and Skipper both start to shout followed by heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

A heavy silence hung in the air for the rest of the night only being broken by the sounds of Kowalski getting ready for bed. He never heard Skipper come up.

Then next morning Private was woken up by Skipper's overly loud voice.

"I told you there is no Mr. Tux here; now leave before I take Rico off his leash." Fear grabbed a hold of him and he nearly fell off his bed. It had been years since he had heard that name, there was only one person who would still have unfinished business with Mr. Tux.

"You can do this Private." He whispered to himself as he descended the stairs to find the rest of his team in the foyer with the one person he could have gone the rest of his life without seeing. "I thought you gave up trying to find me years ago Kid."

"Well, hello there Mr. Tux, it's been a long while, longer than a yellow snake in a bowl of red bean chili! Now I reckon we have some unfinished business."

"What on Earth is he talking about Private? You don't have unfinished business." Skipper looked at him, not even bothering to hide the surprise and suspicion on his face.

"That not true Skippa, the Amarillo Kid and I have been on a collision course for a long, long time. Although I've already told you Kid, I'm a different person now. I quit playing your game a long time ago and vowed to never play ever again." Private snapped, his voice sharp, out of the corner of his eye he watched Rico and Kowalski flinch.

"Never say never." a smirk filled the Kid's features and Private felt his annoyance blossom in to full anger. Which was promptly used to slam the door shut in the Amarillo Kid's face, it was oddly satisfying, at least until he realized that all of the attention was on him.

"Well, Private this brings a whole new dimension to your character and let me tell you, I don't like it." Skipper's sapphire glare had him pinned and he couldn't think of anything to say.

"Why don't we all have a seat first, it's certainly been an eventful two days. And I know I'm going to need more coffee to process all of this." Thankfully, Kowalski cut in, acting as peacekeeper and giving him a few more minutes to figure out what he could say.

"Well what do you have to say for yourself Private?" Three sets of eyes stared at him and after a moment of silence, Private began to speak.