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[MUSIC PLAYING]

ANNOUNCER: And now, DreamWorks' "The Penguins of Madagascar."

[BELL RINGS]

[THEME MUSIC]

-Cute and cuddly, boys.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOORKNOB]

-(WHISPERING) Coast is clear.

-[INAUDIBLE] Maurice.

Follow me.

Ugh!

[GIGGLES]

Mort, how many times am I telling you off the royal feet?

-But I'm cushions for comfort!

Yaahow!

-Ah, always satisfying.

Come, Maurice.

Now we will find what is lost in the Lost and Found.

[LAUGHING]

-A paper junk, metal junk, annoying junk, plastic junk.

-Oh!

AUTOMATED VOICE: Oku and the Forest of Wonder.

-Ahh!

AUTOMATED VOICE: Join Oku, for an adventure in time.

-Um, OK.

-Shush, Mort!

I'm trying to find the goody-goody.

Uh, hello.

What is this?

Hi.

-That's a yo-yo.

You do tricks with it.

See?

-Yes, I will have this wondrous magical bubble!

Where-- eh, Maurice!

My yo-yo-yo is broken.

-Yo-yo-- two yos.

-Well, mine has three yos, maybe more!

But it is broken, so, uh, no-yos.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Whoa.

-Nope, it's fine.

You just need to practise.

-Practicing is for those who aren't perfect.

Whoa-oa uh ugh!

Ugh!

Yeah.

[TOY MUSIC]

Ahh!

My royal feet have fallen next to Mort,

who will touch them and annoy me to kick him harshly.

[COMPUTER SOUNDS]

No?

Mort.

-Hooray!

Join me on the next level.

-OK, Oku, I do whatever you say, because you

are my bestest friend!

-Eh, foot tricks, say what?

-Everyone, I am ready to unveil my latest

invention-- the "Psychotron."

Psychotron?

Sorry, Rico, seems like you've been replaced by a robot.

Oh, well, it'll happen to all of us sooner or later.

Anyhoo, clear out your locker.

-OK.

-Oh, hold on.

The Psychotron is not a robotic mayhem machine.

-Yay!

Whew!

-The Psychotron will allow us to hear private thoughts.

Observe.

COMPUTER VOICE: Hooray for rainbows and unicorns.

-Private's always thinking about rainbows and unicorns.

-Not just Private's private thoughts-- anyone's thoughts.

Let's see what the Psychotron says

when the-- sweet malted milk balls!

-Hooyak!

-Kowalski, are you trying to read my mind or melt it?

-Sorry, Skipper.

It's this cheap circuit board.

Ooh!

-Eat the magic star, Oku.

[COMPUTER SOUNDS]

Yay!

You eated it.

-Mort really loves that game.

-Yes, and he is no longer annoying me

by stupidly clinging to my royal feet.

So I love it, too!

[COMPUTER SOUNDS]

I do not love it!

-Well, I thought you hated the foot-touching.

-I do, but I love savagely rejecting Mort.

It makes me feel kingly!

But how am I to feel kingly now?

-Um, the crown, the throne, the big fits of the crazies?

-Yeah, sure, those help.

But the rejecting Mort-- ah, that's the sweet stuff, man.

[COMPUTER SOUNDS]

-Hee, hee, hee.

Pet the monkey, Oku!

-Here are my freshly pedicured royal feet.

Oh, I hope no one touches them.

-No, go to the fluffy clouds, Oku!

-Hey, kids!

Here's the new game that is all slammin'

and rad-- "Cuddle Them Feet."

[COMPUTER SOUNDS]

Maurice, place Mort upon my royal feet

so I may kick him off with a furiousness!

[COMPUTER SOUNDS]

Yes.

Now is the moment I have wait--

[GIGGLES]

-Oh, Oku, you're so funny.

-This is an injury to insults!

If I cannot brutally reject Mort, then who can I po-- eh,

say, Maurice, have you ever noticed

my Southern extremities?

[COUGHS]

-Ahh, dah, come on.

Give me your digital delights.

Ugh!

Oh, 64-bit garbage!

You couldn't even run a particle destabilizer with this!

Uh, where am I going to find a powerful enough processor?

-No!

Leave me alone!

-Come, my special royal feet-- that's them.

Embrace them!

-Keep your creepy feet away from me!

-Maurice, get your cuddle on with these ten lonely toes!

-Nuh-uh!

-Waah!

-Uh, I guess you're wondering what, uh, all this is about.

[CHUCKLES]

-I pass no judgement on you lemurs

and your sick, depraved pastimes.

-OK, OK, I'll tell you.

Since Mort found this stupid electronical game,

he is no longer touching my feet!

-Ele-- ele-- electronical?

-Oku eat the ham sandwich!

-Ohhh, check out the processing power on that baby!

I think I can help.

-You're going to touch my feet and let me kick you?

-N-n-noo.

Hello, Mort.

I bet all that button-pushing has made you parched.

-Yes, how fortunate we have this cool, refreshifying lemonade.

-Oooh!

-Video gaming is thirsty work.

-Have another.

-Hydrate.

-And also drink.

-(MUFFLED) Aah!

Oh!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[COMPUTER SOUNDS]

KOWALSKI: Ah, it's starting-- the traditional first steps

of the potty dance.

-Yeah, I never learned that dance, because, you know,

I just go wherever I am.

What?

I am the King.

It's cool.

[WHIMPERING]

-I got to go!

-Ha ha!

Finally, my Psychotron will be complete.

Muah!

[TOILET FLUSHING]

-Oh, hello, Mort.

-Whoa, Oku, I almost exploded.

Oku, where are you?

Are you hiding?

Oku!

-Uh, your little friend in the box is gone, Mort.

He said he was leaving because you are too stinky.

I don't know.

-He's gone?

-Well, yeah, but, uh, my feet are here.

Maybe you would like to be hugging them up,

so I can kick you off and yell, "No touching the royal feet!"

[SOBBING LOUDLY]

-Mhm.

Yeah.

-Looks like someone found their circuit board.

-Yes, indeedy, state-of-the-art processor.

Holla!

-That's wonderful, Kowalski.

So, where'd you find it?

-Oh, I, um, I found it in--

[MUMBLES]

-Hm?

How's that?

-I--I-- I took it from--

[MUMBLES]

-You took it from what, now?

-I took it from Mort, OK?

I stole little innocent Mort's favourite plaything

to fuel my own scientific ambition!

[CLEARS THROAT]

But it was totally worth it.

Watch.

-Oh, Kowalski, have you no shame?

-The sight of you makes me throw up in my beer!

-Aaaaaace!

-They're right.

I'm a monster-- a selfish toy-stealing monster.

-I would look so good in pantaloons.

Yes, I agree with the voice that sounds like me.

Pantaloons would accentuate my regality.

Uh, but that is not why I'm here.

I am here because Mort is still crying himself stupidy and not

noticing I combeded my feet fur.

Look at it.

-Eww, feet fur.

[SOBBING]

-Oh, Kowalski, you've got to make this right.

-Yes, there's only one thing to do.

-Right.

Turn left, turn left again, then, uh, just surprise me.

-N--n--noo.

I'm going to return the processor to Mort.

-Atta-boy, Kowalski!

-My faith is restored!

-Aaaaaaace!

-I'll just power down the-- oh, crud.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Ugh!

Totally stickeded the landing.

-Kowalski, Rico, search the video game aisle.

Private and I will be on lookout duty.

And Ringtail--

-Yes?

-Dial down the shenanigans, huh?

-Howak!

Howak!

-Whoa, glorious!

Hmm, this one is deficient.

[SPY MUSIC PLAYING]

-What do you see, Private?

-The majestic Grand Canyon.

-I got my eye on some kid and his Beagle in a pumpkin patch.

What a blockhead.

-Eh, I'm getting it.

Look at the way I am a yo-yo master Master.

Oh, look at "Walk the Gecko."

Ooh!

Ugh!

[COMPUTER SOUNDS]

KOWALSKI: A-ha!

Found it!

-All right, men, let's check out.

-Hoowak!

-We go out the way we came in.

-[INAUDIBLE].

Ringtail!

-The yo-yo manufacturing business is in a sorry state,

let me tell you.

Oh, Mort!

successful shopping trip.

-Where is extremely sad eyes?

-Oh, he's down there.

But, uh, look, I got tired of Mort crying, so I--

I got him something new.

[BEEPING]

VOICEMAIL: You have five messages.

APRIL (ON VOICEMAIL): Morgan?

April.

You are not going to believe what Jeremy did.

He asked Tessa out.

No lie.

Call me.

-Naughty Jeremy!

[BEEP] JEREMY (ON VOICEMAIL): Morgan?

Jeremy.

What up?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-(SINGING) These are the same things that-- hm?

Huh?

Uh-huh, new bush?

Since when?

-(WHISPERING) Don't mind me, Marlene.

I'm just a happy little shrub.

[HUMMING]

-Private, what are you doing?

-(WHISPERING) Camouflage training.

If I move a single muscle, the game's up.

So just pretend I'm not here.

OK?

-OK.

Oh, and Private, you're selling it.

Good job!

-Thanks, Marlene.

Oh!

Ooh!

Aah!

Ah ah ah!

-Direct hit.

-Booyah!

-Whooa!

Ahh!

[THUD]

Ugh!

-Oops.

-Sweet collateral damage!

They've touched down in the park.

Private, where are you?

Fall in, soldier!

-Ugh!

-Ah, there you are.

-Yes, but where's Marlene?

[VICIOUS NOISES]

-Marlene!

-Ah, yes, because she was born in captivity,

when Marlene leaves the confines of the zoo, she goes--

and this is a technical term-- boo-loo-lala--leke--leloo!

-Oh, right.

Forgot about that.

Hey, Rico, see if you can, uh, stumble toward the zoo.

-Just a few more agonising feet, Rico.

-What's up, Rico?

Hey, did I go all feral again?

-Um, just a bit.

-Ah, what are you going to do?

-No need to fret, Marlene.

You're back in the safe, civilising environs of the zoo.

-But wait, how did I get out?

I don't--

-That is a complete and total mystery-- one

we intend to thoroughly investigate.

-Mhm.

You guys did it, huh?

-Marlene, it would be premature to speculate

at this early phase.

PRIVATE: Daaah!

Badgers!

-Huh?

Yep, we've now they were coming for weeks.

-We've been trying to find a good time to tell you.

-I guess now is it.

-Request permission to go hide in my bunk-- forever.

-Denied!

It's high time you got over this silly fear, Private.

-Yeah, badgers are nice animals.

-As a matter of fact, badgers and otters

are all part of the family, Mustelidae.

-Exactly.

Exactly.

And you're not afraid of me, are you?

-In the zoo or out of the zoo?

[CHUCKLES]

-You're funny.

Come on.

-No!

No!

I don't want to meet the badgers!

-There is nothing to be afraid of.

-O--OK, OK, you're right.

B--b--adgers are nice and friendly,

and-- and they probably don't even have

six-inch flesh-rending incisors.

Now let me go!

--No, no, we are going to go through with this.

-Ahaa!

[THUD]

-Uh, Is it me, or is this badger habitat

surprisingly low on badgers?

Ah!

Hey, down there.

[GROWLING]

[GASP]

-Becky, we have visitors!

-Visitors?

-Sweet!

-Super sweet!

-Super sugary sweet!

-Hey, I-- I'm Marlene.

-Marlene!

I'm Becky.

-And I'm Stacy.

-Correct me if I'm wrong, but--

-You're an otter!

-Hey, spoiler alert!

-Sorry, got excited.

-Yeah, yeah, I'm-- I'm an otter.

-So you're practically our cousin!

Family!

-Yeah, fa-- family.

[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]

-And this little cutie?

-Becky, I've seen them in books.

- --And in glossy magazines.

-TV shows.

-DVDs.

-And TV shows on DVD!

That is a penguin!

-Why, yes, I'm a penguin.

Let's get on with it.

Devour me with your flesh when the incisors are ready.

-"Devour"?

-"Flesh-rending incisors"?

[CHUCKLES]

-Well, Private is just maybe a little bit

terrified of you guys.

-Well, that's a shame, because I've got this peanut butter

Winky here and nobody to share it with.

-Peanut butter Winky?

Omm, nom nom.

Mmm, good Winky.

-Belly up, bud, there's more where that came from.

-Oh, my!

Ohh, Winkies everywhere!

-Oh, Marlene, can you guys stay for lunch?

Please say yes! Please say yes!

Please say yes!

Please say yes!

Please say yes!

-OK.

Yes!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Oh!

See you soon, Cousin!

Right back at you, Cousin!

[CHUCKLES]

Was I so right and you so wrong, or what?

You're right.

OK, I admit it.

I was a silly billy ding-dong.

-OK, not-- not the words I would choose.

But yeah, yeah, I embrace the spirit.

Yes.

Yes.

Aah!

-Hey, Cousin.

Late-night snack attack?

-Caramel corn and boysenberry smoothies!

Mmm, so yum!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Spontaneous slumber party!

Wooo!

-(WEAKLY) He he.

Ahh!

Du deh du deh duuuu deh!

-Let's go, everybody!

-Hey, let me know.

Hey, let me know.

Hey, let me know.

Hey, let me know.

Hey, let me know.

Hey let me know.

[LAUGHING]

-Ahh!

[CRASH]

[MOANING]

-Who's up for a game of Simon Says?

-Ooh!

Ooh!

I'm Simon!

-No!

I mean, it's late.

I- I think I'll pass.

[BUZZER SOUND]

-I didn't say, "Simon Says"!

-You didn't say anything.

-I know.

I don't think she gets this game at all.

-Seriously, guys, I'm exhausted.

-OK.

But we'll see you tomorrow, right, Cousin?

-We've got a full day planned!

-Don't want to give away too much,

but spontaneous scavenger hunt.

-Shh!

You didn't hear it from us.

-Because then it wouldn't be spontaneous.

-OK, well, we'll-- we'll see you guys-- maybe.

-Please say yes! Please say yes!

Please say yes!

Please say yes!

-Oh, my gosh!

Will you guys stop badgering me?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

"Badger"?

-Oh, I wish you hadn't said that.

-Is that what you think badgers do, Marlene?

"Badger"?

-I so didn't mean it that way.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean--

-You said it, Marlene, so you must have meant it!

-Calm, Becky.

Find your happy space.

She didn't mean to spew hateful badger stereotypes.

-Do you think badgers badger, Marlene?

Huh?

Do ya?

Do ya?

Do ya?

Do ya?

-No, no, I was just saying I don't

want to play any more silly games.

That's all.

-"Silly"?

-Oh.

I had them all wrong.

I mean, Stacy and Becky are regular folk,

just like you and me.

Well, me.

[BURPS]

-Anyway, in the end, there's nothing to fear.

-Hide me!

Hide me!

The badgers are going to shred me!

They're going to shred me to pieces.

-I was right!

Never trust a badger!

MARLENE: (CRYING) And then they said when they were finished,

even my own mother wouldn't recognise what was left.

-Now, now, that won't happen.

-Yes, your right foot is very distinctive.

Your mother would surely recognise that.

Dah, and also, we're going to help you.

-Nice recovery, Kowalski!

KOWALSKI: Video surveillance, laser beam barrier,

barbed wire, and an old-fashioned trip line

connected to a bell.

[BELL RINGS]

-Whew, that's a lot of stuff.

-Take this garlic clove.

It wards off evil badger spirits.

-Now sleep easy, Marlene.

This security net is impenetrable.

-Thanks.

I feel better already.

-Great, then we can knock off early.

Roll out, men.

-Garlic.

Those guys.

[CHUCKLES]

BECKY: What's so funny, Marlene?

[GROWL]

-Yah!

BECKY: You hear a joke?

-A silly joke?

-A silly badger joke?

A silly badger joke about garlic and how

it wards off evil badger spirits?

-You heard that one, too?

It's kind of f-funny, right?

-No!

It's just another insulting badger stereotype!

-Insulting and untrue!

-You sure?

I don't know.

There might be something to it.

-Ugh!

[CHUCKLE]

[BELL RINGING]

-It's the badgers!

-Marlene!

-Um, you three go ahead.

I've got an idea.

-Sure you do, Private.

-No, really, I'm working on something.

-OK, that doesn't sound chickeny at all.

MARLENE: Help!

-Halt, stubby-legged man.

-Ugh!

-Kowalski, Rico, Sticky Situation scenario!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Huh!

Eh!

Huh!

Eh!

Huh ga!

Uh-oh.

-Out of ammo, Skipper.

-Sorry.

-Blast!

Give chase, men.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

-Ugha!

-Ugh!

-Eh!

Whooa!

-Ugh!

[GRUNTS]

-Gah!

-Nowhere to run now, "Cousin."

-Who's going to save you now?

-I don't know but, uh, I do have a question.

What's that bush doing here?

-This!

-Whoa!

-Huh?

Hm?

Mm?

-Waah!

Eh eh!

Uh-oh.

I'm outside.

-Wow, nothing gets past you, does it?

-I--I-- I'm out.

I--I-- I'm out.

I'm o--o--out-- (IN EVIL VOICE) outside the [INAUDIBLE].

[GROWLS]

-That is so wrong.

[GROWLS]

-Stace, I think maybe we should run!

-Ahh!

Please don't hurt me!

Please don't hurt me!

Whooa!

Whoa, no!

[GROWLS]

-Nice anti-badger measure, Private.

-Thanks, Skipper.

But I didn't quite plan for them to actually take Marlene.

-Oh, well, it's working anyway.

-Shouldn't we do something, Skipper?

-It's a family matter, Kowalski.

There's no way I'm getting in the middle of that.

[THUD]

-Mmm, smashing good picnic.

I'm so glad we're all friends again.

-Forgive and forget.

-Can't imagine it any other way.

[GROWLING]

[THEME MUSIC]