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Alright, boys.

That's enough for this school group.

Shouldn't we finish the routine?

Always leave them wanting more.

The penguin is native to Antarctica.

Did you know, a group of penguin is called a rookery.

It's a bird but it doesn't fly.

Did you know penguins can swim 15 miles an hour?

Keep an eye on Johnny smart glasses.

The boy knows too much.

Not yet.

I want to know where he gets his intel.

Did you know the only way to tell boy penguins

from girl penguins is a DNA test, huh?

Nevermind, boys.

The kid is off his wing nut.

Like we need some dna test

to tell us we're 100% antarctic macho.

Listen, kid.

All I know is we've got three males and a female.

The birds know which is which?

Loogie hocking.

That's how a real man gives a DNA sample.

Am I right?

That's Alice, she doesn't know what she's talking about.

Clearly.

But don't worry.

This DNA analyzer will establish once and for all

our macho manly man machismo.

Plus.

That's a male result for Rico.

Plus.

Private is a male too.

I am also a plus.

Obviously.

And a big old plus sign for me.

Well, that's that.

What?

You have never seen a plus sign so large and manly?

How about... that local sports team?

Stand down, Kowalski.

Let me...

No, Skipper.

Get off, ???

Minus?

Skipper...

It appears, Alice was right.

We do have one female and...

It's you.

Sorry.

No.

Wrong.

Double wrong.

Wrong infinity. There's no way I'm a female.

Alright, what you're experiencing are the five stages of grief.

Right now you're in stage one: denial.

I am not.

All I'm saying is your stupid machine is wrong.

Well, it's based on scientific

And science is wrong.

And you're wrong.

Everybody is wrong but me.

I demand a different test.

I'm not sure it's going to be as accurate as

Just do it, man.

Take your time, Skipper.

There's no right or... wrong answer.

Madam?

Lies!

I see we're in stage two, anger.

Next we should see bargaining.

Private.

How's about we trade DNA results? Come on.

Skipper, I don't think that's help.

Depression.

My life is over.

It's over.

It's over, over, over.

And finally acceptance.

Well, I guess you have to play the hand you're dealt.

Rico, hit me with a pretty pink bow.

Let's move out, gentlemen.

But... you're

Sure.

We moved past that, Kowalski.

This doesn't change a thing about our operation.

Now come on.

We have a full mission schedule.

All right.

We'll start with an easy one.

Massive simian hair clog in a chimp habitat drainage system.

Rico, demolition.

Recover stolen zoovenirs shop merchandise from sewer rats.

Check.

Now a hasty escape and

Skipper, what are you doing?

Come on.

Lady, door.

What, is chivalry dead?

What's the holdup?

Hang in there, Skipper.

I'm sure the zoo must have a ladies room somewhere.

I just never really paid attention before.

You know, we can just stop and ask for directions.

What is happening to me?

Curse you, DNA!

Maurice.

Why is that penguin wearing a pretty pink bow on his head

and shouting at the sky spirits?

And also I have a follow-up,

How come I don't have a pretty pink bow?

Okay I am bored for a question already

like where is my smoothe?

It's coming, your hinest.

Looks like we just got to give the blender a second to warm up and...

The second is too slow.

Okay, not working. Let us move to plan H.

Don't you mean plan B?

No-no, plans b through g are much too ridiculously dangerous.

Plan H...

Is that Mort goes down to the under the ground electrically power cables

and doesn't come out until the smoothe machine works again.

I like plan H.

Good, Mort.

Now start pulling things out of other things

and put them into new things.

I'm sure it will work itself out.

Okay.

In light of...

events.

I feel I can no longer serve in this unit.

Well, I don't...

No...

Yes, actually, probably, sure.

Ya.

But, Skipper, where will you go?

On an epic quest, old friend.

I'm walking out of here a confused,

naive little girl.

And I'm not coming back until I've learned to be a real woman.

So I think we start with the basic princess theory

Then after that fine art of eyelash batting.

I'm sorry.

You're a girl?

Open your mind, sister. I'm here for help.

Being a girl...

which... I guess... you are...

Exactly.

Exactly I need you to teach me all the girly stuff

You know, like makeovers and poodle skirts.

That's your idea of girl stuff?

What?

It's more about lip gloss these days?

Big problemo, sister, I got no lips.

Skipper, if you're girl, then...

girl stuff is...

whatever you like doing.

If you're in to the commando thing being a girl doesn't change that.

Of course not.

It just means now I'm not good at it.

Now, pass me some chiffon, dollface.

I got a hankering to sew me some curtains.

Shouldn't you be looking into that?

Land sakes, no.

That sounded dangerous.

How about we stay here and gossip about boys.

Hey, that's no way to treat a lady.

Save the king!

The others are optional.

Oh, sparkly.

Those are live electrical wires.

5000 bolts of sheer mortal danger.

Hang on, your majesty.

Oh, now how is that even possible?

Those lemurs are in trouble and there is no one else here to save them.

So, what are you going to do about it, girlfriend?

I... I should, but...

girl... cant...

It's all right, ladies.

We have got this one

Oh, well, if the boys are already taking care of it...

Come on sister, let's make pink lemonade.

They will be thirsty after a good rescue.

Wait.

What if Marlene's angry face is right?

Those lemurs need an organized rescue team.

And the team needs a Skipper.

Maybe... Just maybe...

Don't worry, girls.

Everything is still under control.

Friends in trouble,

danger growing,

commando mojo returning.

My butt frying.

Come on, Skipper, you can still do this.

It's time to show those guys

what girls are really made of.

Pretty pink bow.

there is something... different about that one.

That... That was...

One hundred percent girl awesome!

You know what, it really was!

Up high, sister.

Eh, skipper.

We don't quite know how to say this, but, wel...

even as a female you're still the machoest manly man I know.

I would be honored to take orders from a girl.

The honor is all mine, boys.

Okay, very touching.

But none of this fixes my smoothe maker.

Why are you so powerless?

Powerless, uh?

Something must have overloaded the circuit.

What could have drawn so much electricity that

Of course.

A blown fuse.

Well, let's just swap that out and...

Just as I suspected.

The DNA analyzer was a power hog.

I knew I shouldn't have included the optional beak shiner.

Skipper, look.

The female minus was really an unfinished male plus.

What violence and mayhem.

I'm a real boy after all.

Yes!

Well done, yes.

Alright, alright.

Thank you.

But I would like to think we've all learned a valuable lesson today.

Boy, girl...

All that really matters is...

how well you use a pink bow whip in a crisis situation.

Oh wait. It's I don't think that was really the lesson, I...

But how could Alice have been so wrong about there being a girl penguin?

Ah, she's a mammal.

Everyone knows they are all morons.

What!

We'll work on that one tomorrow.