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NARRATOR: And now, DreamWorks-- "The Penguins of Madagascar."

[BELL]

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-Hit it!

-(SINGING) Hey oh!

Hey oh!

Hey oh!

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-Cute and cuddly boys!

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-Easy, Kowalski.

Easy.

You don't want this stuff going kaput.

-A-a-a-h shoe!

I need a shoe.

A shoe!

Shoe!

Give me a shoe!

-Private.

We go barefoot.

You know that.

-A shoe!

[THROW UP SOUNDS]

-Uh uh. [THROW UP SOUNDS]

-Uh uh.

[THROW UP SOUNDS]

-No!

Those won't do at all.

No!

No time.

Fire in the hole!

-Private.

Before you unleash another fireball of destruction,

tell me, just what are you shooting at?

-Him!

-Bro!

That was bro'tacular.

-See.

A filthy cockroach has infiltrated our lair.

Oooh.

It gives me the willies.

-Oh, It's not just one.

-S'up rotunda?

-Ah!

-I'm not roaches, dude.

Broaches.

-Gahh!

They're everywhere, spread of disease and pestilence.

-Ah!

[FUN SOUNDS]

-Rico!

Rico!

-They're playing with Rico?

-Rico's our bro, bro.

-Hi.

-Rico!

You know these tiny pests?

-Um.

Uh huh.

-Check it.

We were just bro'ing out behind our dumpster.

-But then there was this major bro-motion.

-We were all-- scatter!

It's the bro'lice.

-But it was the Rico, bro'rito.

-And bro'jam's been partying every night since.

-Partying till dawn, with bro'pants on.

Woo!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Partying till dawn, eh?

-Hmm.

Heh.

Heh-heh.

Mmm.

-It does explain the chronic sleepiness.

[SNORING]

-Rico--

-Bleh!

-This dereliction of duty calls for severe punishment.

I'm moving you to red.

-Oh!

-All right, yellow.

But I've got my eye on you, Mister.

No more late-night escapades.

Hmm?!

-Right.

We don't need your bad influences here.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

-Now, hold on, Private.

We can't hold these tiny men accountable

for Rico's behaviour?

-We can't?

-Heck no!

Anyone who can survive a nuclear apocalypse is A-OK in my book.

-You, like, cockroaches?

-Who doesn't?

A cockroach can live without a head for up to seven days.

But I think we can beat those numbers.

Who's up for some experimenting, huh?

-Skitter.

-Wait, wait, wait!

-I'm all alone, in a world gone mad.

-Where's our manners?

Kowalski.

Pop open a can of trash for our guests.

-Thanks, bro'sa.

But we didn't come for eats.

-I did.

-OK.

He did.

-The rest of us came for bro'sistance.

-Yeah.

This exterminator is trying to give us the old heave-bro.

-I've always wanted to grapple with an exterminator.

Extermina-TOR.

Ooh, it just sounds dangerous.

All right, you little creeps.

We're in.

[BURP]

-Bro'hemian!

-Oh, you want to make this a bro'down?

[BURP]

-Would you fellows mind playing another less pungent game?

[BURP]

-Oh!

-Man overboard, Kowalski.

-I'm on it.

-Man under car, Kowalski.

-Attention!

-Microphone is online.

Also, my eardrums are bleeding.

-Well, there's no way the exterminator's

going to get the jump on us, with

our technological superiority.

-So, bro'fessor.

What now?

-What we have here is a good old-fashioned stakeout.

Hours of mind-numbing boredom, followed

by a few precious moments of soul-rending terror.

We wait.

-So, twenty questions?

-Shoot.

-Person, place, or thing?

-Thing.

-Is it bigger than a bread box?

-Yes.

And no.

-Deal 'em, bro'meo.

-Oh.

-Oops.

-Is it battery-powered?

-Yes.

And no.

[SLURP]

-Hey!

Dude!

Quit shaking the bro'cuzzi.

-Goo!

Glah!

-Has it ever been on the moon?

-Yes.

And no.

-Ah, come on!

You gotta give me something.

-Yes, I do.

And no, I don't.

[CAR TIRES SQEALING]

-Action stations.

It's show time.

[DOOR SQEAKS]

-Pizza deliver-- what?!

-Ah, for the love of--

[CRASHING SOUND]

-Who ordered the pizza?

-Um.

Heh heh.

-All nighters make us bro'daciously hungry.

So, hmm.

-Fine.

Get rid of the evidence and let's eat.

-By the way, Kowalski, it was the spirit of adventure.

-Oh!

I almost guessed that.

-Goo!

-We had a date with destiny.

Destiny broke our hearts.

Well, boys.

Looks like this exterminator is a no-show.

-You mean, bro'show.

-Out of linguistic curiosity, what

do you call your actual brother?

-Steve.

Why?

-Never mind.

-Oh, gee.

I can't believe we have to say goodbye

to this vermin-infested filthtrap.

-You can visit our bro'hall at any time you want, bro.

-Oh, uh.

Thanks, bro.

-Wait a minute, skipper.

I think I hear a--

-Evasive action!

-Skitters!

-There is something strangely familiar about that man.

Napoleon's buttons!

-What oh!

It's Officer X.

-Now known as, Exterminator X. The grapple dream lives.

-You don't suppose he's forgotten about us, do you?

[SNIFF]

-I smell something.

Something I haven't smelled since-- penguins.

-Gulp. Guess not.

-Make for the exits.

Go!

Go!

Go!

-You birds cost me my job in animal control.

So yeah, it's payback time.

-Let's go with the harder they fall manoeuvre.

On three.

The three'll be silent.

So heads up.

One, two-- uh huh?

[FIGHTING SOUNDS]

-Grapple accomplished!

Up high, men.

[TAPE SNAPPING]

-What the deuce?!

-Skipper!

-Run for it, Private.

Save yourself, kid.

-What do I do?

What do I do?

-Ah!

Hah hah.

-Ah.

Ooh.

-I've been carrying this around waiting, because I knew-- oh, I

knew I'd see you penguins again.

Everyone thought I was crazy blaming penguins.

Oh, penguins are cute and cuddly.

Oh, no they're not!

Oh, yes they are.

No, you don't know 'em the way I know 'em.

They've got devious brains.

-Think, Private.

Think!

-Dude.

You bro'K?

-Gah!

-Bro!

Seriously!

Shut it.

That dude is going to go bro'Magnon on us.

-All right.

All right.

All right.

Shh.

Let's think bro'actively.

-Bro'actively?

I'm not even sure what that means.

What can one little penguin and three little broaches

do against a batty exterminator?

-There aren't just three of us, bro'master.

[WHISTLE]

[SKITTERING SOUND OF ROACHES]

-Oh.

Oh.

Goodness.

All right.

I've got an idea-- a really, really horrible idea.

No, Private.

This is no time for the willies.

Sometimes

-Sometimes at night I just lay awake thinking

about-- penguins.

Nowhere to run now, punk.

Ah!!

-Ah!

Penguins!

-Hmmph.

Amateur.

[SKITTERING SOUNDS]

-Ooh!

-Almost there.

Swing!

Ah!

We'll get it on the next one.

Ready?

Swing.

-Ah!

[SMACKING SOUND]

-Oh, come on.

-Mmph.

Oh.

-No, no, no, no, no, no.

[SMACKING SOUND]

-OK.

[SMACKING SOUND]

-Who's got a new plan?

[SMACKING SOUND]

-One that does not involve wall smacking.

-Must have hit harder than I thought.

-Wow.

-Poached salmon!

What is that?

-Ooh.

OK, boys.

That should do it.

[SHAKING AND SQUEAMISH SOUNDS]

-Excellent cover, Private.

But given your squeamish nature, how did you stand

having all those creepy crawly roaches all over you?

With their hairy disease-riddled legs?

And their mucus-laden mandibles.

And their steely, cold exoskeletons

crawling all over you?

-All part of the job, Skipper.

-I knew you'd come back.

-Rico.

Dart gun, please.

-Mlah!

-Now boys.

As we discussed--

-What?

What is that?

Where'd they go?

Where are the penguins?

-You got me, bro'berry.

-S'up, bromo sapien?

-They're in my company-issued slacks!

-Welcome to the bro'deo!

-Wah!

Oh, yicky.

Yicky.

Oh, get 'em off!

Get 'em off me!

Oh, yah.

-Well done, Private.

-Thank you, Skipper.

And now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for the willies.

[CREEPED OUT SOUNDS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Hey!

Where are the penguins?

-Go, go!

Well done, men.

Prepare to enjoy warm, twisted, deliciousness.

-No way.

[WHISTLING]

-That is going in my zoo report.

-He's on to us, boys.

He saw everything.

And he's documenting it all, in that dossier.

We got us a spy.

-Skipper, this could be an excellent opportunity

to fire up my new brain-washing machine.

-Uh uh.

[BELCHING SOUND]

-Too soon.

In the game of espionage, mind manipulation and wedgies

are a last resort.

-Why don't we just go fetch the notebook?

-Private, don't you think I could've extracted it

while you were saying that sentence?

-I suppose.

-I could've done it while you were saying that sentence.

And it was only two words.

-And one of them was "I".

-He's a small fry, Private.

We want the big fish.

-Fish!

-Exactamundo, Rico.

Where there's a spy, there's a spymaster.

And this little operative is going to lead us there.

Gentlemen, commence Operation-- Hey!

Where'd he go?

-Copy that.

-What?

No.

That wasn't the name of the oper--

-Skipper!

He dropped this.

-Junior has intel on Madagascar.

How long has he been following us?

-Madagascar?

Did somebody mention my home sweet homeland?

Hey, that's my royal bodyscratcher!

Oh, how I've missed you.

I have an itch that won't quit.

But it's itching more now that I have been

reminded of its non-quitting itchiness.

Wait!

My brain has an idea.

You penguins could go on one of your secret little missions

to get back my royal bodyscratcher.

-No dice, ringtail.

We're in middle of a real mission,

with a little more at stake than your royal rump.

-Oh, la di da.

I'm a penguin on a mission.

I'm better than you.

Well, my brain now thinks we lemurs,

too, also can have a mission.

Operation Pooti-Scooti-Rooti-Looti.

-Oh, it's rhyme-y.

-Yes.

I was going for that.

Come, Maurice.

We are going beneath cover.

-You mean, undercover?

-Oh.

We shall make like those that are beneath us.

-Wormies?

We

-Penguins.

-Yay!

-What?

Why are yaying?

You were wrong.

-You were right.

Yah.

-Uh, OK.

Maurice, on our penguin-y team, you will be the maniac one.

Mort will be the bossy one.

-Yay!

I mean, do this.

Do that.

Ha ha ha.

-Don't tell me what to do, Mort.

I am your king, who naturally will be the cute one.

Look at me.

Hmm.

Now, where are we going to find the brainy one?

Say something-- science-y.

-Science-y?

Is that even a word?

-Is that-- ooh!

You've stumped me.

We've found our genius!

-I've got a visual, Skipper.

Subject approaching Sector Salty.

-And he returns to the scene, just as I expected.

Hold position.

-You really don't have any pretzels?

-That's because the penguins stole them all, Mrs. Trevor.

-Skipper!

I can grab the notebook.

SKIPPER: Not yet, Private.

This is just getting interesting.

-Oh, wedgie.

-I'm not making this one up.

Look, see!

One of the penguins just flew by.

-Penguins don't fly, Ronald.

Now take your notebook and go right down

some real observations for your field trip report.

-Sending him out on more recon, eh?

Well, five can play at that game.

-Ah!

My itching isn't quitting just standing here.

Give us orders, bossy one.

-That'd be you.

-What should I order?

-Pizza or Chinese.

I'm easy.

-Get the smart one to tell us where

the heck is this building.

-Yeah.

What he said!

-Uh, isn't the smart one supposed

to whip out a map or something?

-I think we can cover all the spy's movements if we place

cameras here, here, here, here, and here.

-That's pretty ambitious, Kowalski--

considering he's right here.

-Skipper, the notebook.

-At the moment, Private, I'm more

interested in the elephant.

-Huh--

-Part two.

-This conspiracy is even bigger than I

imagined in my wildest paranoid dreams.

-Yep.

He's told me some of them.

They're pretty wild.

-OK.

Here you go.

Huh?

-What have you told him?

-Who?

-The spook.

The sneak.

The spy.

-The who?

-Coy, are you now?

Rico, why don't you hustle up some elephant-sized underpants.

Prepare to go atomic.

[LAUGHTER]

[BELCHING SOUND]

-Oh.

So now you're ready to talk.

-Ah!

-Dude!

-Wedgie!

[SCARED SOUND]

-OK.

Maybe now it's time to get that notebook.

-Hmm.

Does look familiar.

-That's because--

-Bossy one.

Tell maniac one he should only speak

in stupid grunts, not words.

-What he said.

Again!

[GRUNTS]

-I think your dog wants something?

-What is it, boy?

-Yep.

Definitely seen that somewhere before.

-They're after me.

They're after me!

They're after me!

-Come on now.

It's time to go to our next stop.

-Yeah!

Yippee!

-Lost 'em.

That's my report.

Oh, oohoo!

This is A-plus material.

-Now for our next challenge.

How do we get inside?

-Uh, how about that thing that looks like a door.

It might be a door.

-Stupendous braininess, smart one.

[PUSHING SOUNDS]

[SOUNDS OF FLYING AND SMACKING THE FLOOR]

-Oh, very clever, smart one.

Doing the penguin slippy-slide, eh?

-Whoa!

I'm speeding!

[SMACKING SOUND]

-They're here!

[BELCHING SOUND]

-Oh!

-Hee!

-Huh?

Oh!

-We need to retrieve that dossier, boys.

This spy's wiley.

But we've got something he doesn't.

-High-tension wire, a girdle harness, and a grabby claw?

-I was going to say teamwork.

But bring those other things, too.

-I am questioning your leadership-iness now.

-Oh, I can't take the pressure.

-Maniac one, vomit something useful.

-Want me to do what?

I mean--

[GRUNTS]

-You know, hock, spew, blow chunkies, laugh at the carpet,

rainbow yawn, yell at your shoes.

I don't care what you do, but give me

something useful from your gut.

[BELCHING SOUND]

-Abort!

Abort!

-Huh?

-There you are, Ronald.

You can't just wander off from the group.

What did we talk about, Ronald?

That is for observations, not your wild,

make-believe stories.

-But Mrs. Trevor.

These are observations.

It's those penguins from the zoo.

First it was the pretzels.

Now they're after me.

They're up in that vent watching us right now.

I think they want to give me a wedgie!

-Ronald!

Do you know how stressful a field trip is on a teacher?

Very.

-Hey!

-Want it.

Want it.

I've got to have it.

I've got to have it.

-What are you doing man?

If they see you, it'll compromise our entire mission.

-Oh, your mission.

Let me tell you something, Mister.

My mission is much more important than your mission.

This itch is epically not quitting, and ahh!

-Pipe down!

We'll get your butt scratcher.

-They're good.

-They're good.

-Hmm?

Mrs. Trevor.

Mrs. Trevor, look!

The penguins are right there, pretending

to be a totem-- pole.

-Honestly, Ronald.

Stop.

Just stop.

There never have been, nor will there ever

be any penguins in Madagascar.

-But!

The wedgies.

-Here.

Stick to what you're good at.

-I would slay you with a cutting remark, sir,

if I didn't have more important matters.

What are you doing?

-I am the leader!

I-- will scratch the King's booty.

-But!

-No buts!

Except your itchy one.

-Um, yeah.

Regarding our mission--

-Our mark has left the building!

-Skipper, look!

-Oh, yes.

Get it.

Oh, you're the best!

-Oh, bossing's so nice.

-Penguin commandos.

How ridiculous!

-You didn't see anything.

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