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[MUSIC PLAYING]

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

[THEME MUSIC]

-Cute and cuddly, boys.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[EXPLOSION]

-That was incredible, Skipper.

I've never seen Omega Boom performed by a single penguin.

You were amazing.

-Always remember, young Private, it's the leader's job

to be physically superior at all times.

Ha!

-Guys, check out my new--

[SMACK]

I'm fine.

It's a non-brain injury.

[GASPING]

Smashed atoms!

[GASPING]

[GASPING]

-Kowalski, explain.

-Fascinating.

The ray I built was designed to transform spoiled food

to its younger, fresher state.

-And?

-Clearly, you are younger-- [SNIFFING] and fresher.

-This can't stand.

My body should be full-grown and bursting

with unapologetic warrior might.

Hi-ya!

Ha!

Hoo!

Ha! [GRUNTS]

[COOING]

-Halt baby babble.

-I'm sorry, Skipper.

You're just so cute.

-Koochie koochie koochie koo!

-I can invert the ray's polarity and return you to normal,

but we'll need to retrieve it from the sewer.

-Sounds easy enough.

Men, Operation Sewer Scavenge is a go.

Move out!

[GRUNTING]

Something wrong?

-Uh, it's just, uh--

-A mission is dangerous, and you're so small and fluffy.

-Small, fluffy, and your commanding officer, Private.

-Right, Skipper.

But maybe we should, you know, get you a sitter.

Skipper?

-Down here.

-Oh.

Apologies, Skipper.

It just feels so right.

-It's oddly agreeable.

But enough malarkey!

I do not need a babysitter.

I am a trained soldier, a lethal [YAWNING] fighting machine.

-Hm.

Somebody needs his nappy time.

-Aw, nappy.

-Nonsense!

I am fully [YAWNING] battle ready.

-We need a sitter with a high tolerance for weird.

[GASPING]

-Ah!

Those feets!

That tiny booty!

Oh, he's the most cutest thing my eyes have ever seen-- when

I'm not staring into a reflective surface.

-Here.

-Yes, he's our cousin.

His name is-- uh--

-Is it Petey?

I've always wanted to meet a Petey.

And I would like very much for today to be that day.

-I could be Petey.

[SMACK]

-As it turns out, his name is Petey.

-Uh, your Majesty, what do you know about babysitting?

-What?

I am an accomplished sitter.

I sit on things all the time.

My throne, my loungey chair, my Mort.

-I'm ergonomical.

-Mort, didn't he kick-- and when you-- [MUTTERING] forget it.

I'm on break.

-FYI, he likes to pretend he is Skipper when he's conscious.

-Oh, Petey, you nut.

-Make sure you keep him warm and feed him regularly.

And he likes-- he likes to be rocked, too.

Call us if you need anything.

-What the deuce?

Where are my men?

-Good morning, Petey.

You are being babysat on by me, the king.

-Hey, 'Tail, don't you recognise me?

It's Skipper.

I am-- what are you doing?

-Where did King Julien go?

Oh, no!

He has disappear-- peekaboo!

Peekaboo!

Peekaboo!

Peekaboo!

Peekaboo!

-Your childish ruse is wasted, Ring-Tail.

I'm an elite-- where'd he go?

-Peekaboo!

[SCREAMING]

-What the--

[LAUGHING]

-You should have been seeing your face.

You were stupefied by my mad booing skills.

-Note to self, peekaboo defence drills.

[BEEPING]

-Homing device says the ray is this way.

-I wonder how the babysitter's doing.

--[AIRPLANE NOISES] The royal airplane is [AIRPLANE NOISES]

now coming in for a lan-- [AIRPLANE NOISES] ding.

-Call a Mayday, 'cause you've got the wrong tarmac.

Penguins eat fish.

-Silly me.

I see what is the wrong here.

-Finally.

-The baby penguins only eat the food when the papa penguin

chews it up and, uh, spits it into the baby's mouth.

Yeah, it sounds gross, but, hey, who am I to judge?

-No.

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

Stop!

-Good, huh?

SKIPPER: No!

-Don't be bashful.

SKIPPER: Ugh.

-There you go.

-Ring-Tail, you're really starting to get on my nerves.

[FARTING]

That was an accident.

But I'm glad it happened.

-Ew, the baby gas.

Ugh, it is the most smelliest thing my nose has ever sniffed.

Mort, breathe it away.

-OK.

[SNIFFING]

I like-- ugh, no, I don't.

[GASPING]

-Ah!

-Petey, what did I tell you?

You cannot be running away.

-According to my readings, the ray

gun should be located right--

-With us.

[GASPING]

-That's our ray beam gun thingy.

-No, it's our fresherizer.

As long as we have this baby, we'll

never eat rotten sewer food again.

-Good golly, it works like a charm.

I mean, give it back, dirty rats.

-Skipper's counting on us.

-Yeah!

-Objective secured.

Let's return to-- huh?

-No one steals our freshenator.

-I thought we named it fresherizer.

-We had a meeting.

You weren't there.

-Um, Kowalski, options?

-Historically, Skipper's the one who defeats the Rat

King, therefore run for your lives!

-Rico, rat cannon!

[REGURGITATION NOISES]

Fortunately, I devised an anti-rat

missile for this exact occ--

[BEEP]

-Aah!

-Bye-bye, birdies.

[LAUGHING]

-Petey, it is being your afternoon nappy time.

-You're not the boss of me.

-Oh, but my regal lullaby will give you the snoozies for sure.

-Well, we'll see who outlasts who.

-(SINGING) Rock-a-bye Petey in the Julien top,

when the wind blows, the Julien will rock.

And [YAWNING] down will come Julien-- Julien and-- Julien--

-Well, that only took 10 seconds.

At least these tiny flippers are good for something.

Ah!

[GRUNTING]

It's not right!

All those years of training and experience.

And now-- [WAILING] It's not right!

It's not right!

[EXPLODING]

Rocket fire.

No time for crybaby self-pity.

My team needs me.

[YAWNING]

-Petey!

He is missing from my sight!

And he is leaking melon!

Your king is coming, Petey!

-What do you say, fellas?

Time to give them the toxic bird bath?

RATS: Bird bath!

Bird bath!

Bird bath!

[REGURGITATION NOISES]

-It appears this is our rookery's final mission.

-As Skipper would say, it's been an honour.

[CRYING]

-Don't forget to scrub behind your ears.

[LAUGHING]

-You call that a victory taunt?

-Skipper!

-Fear not, Private.

Your leader has arrived.

-Skipper?

Wait.

The boss penguin?

What happened, fluffy boy, you fall in the dryer?

[LAUGHING]

-Let's put baby to bed-- permanently.

-(SLOW MOTION) Petey!

Oh, dear!

Go, Petey.

Avenge me while I lay here and pretend

to be dead so no one is hurting me again.

[PRETENDING TO PLAY "TAPS"]

[MOANING]

[PRETENDING TO PLAY "TAPS"]

[SOBBING]

[PRETENDING TO PLAY "TAPS"]

I see a light.

I see light.

[PRETENDING TO PLAY "TAPS"]

I'm coming, Papa!

[PRETENDING TO PLAY "TAPS"]

-Let's finish this, mano a babio.

-Oh, yeah?

What are you gonna do with those teeny weeny baby muscles?

-Rat Face, I've got something stronger

than muscles-- my leadership.

Rico, grappling hook!

[REGURGITATION NOISE]

-I'll crush you all!

-Quick!

Toss me!

Catch me!

Burp me!

[BURPING]

Throw me!

Spin me!

-Ha!

Did you really think I wouldn't catch a tiny ball like you?

-I was counting on it.

[FARTING]

-Ah, god!

-I call that one the Baby Boom.

-Now that's a victory taunt.

-And this is nap time.

[SNORING]

ALL: Aw!

-They grow up so fast.

[SIGHING]

I am now having the empty nest.

-Ring-Tail, I owe you one.

You saved my fluffy butt back there.

But I hope you now realise who I really am.

[LAUGHING]

-I cannot be believing it.

-I knew you'd see the light.

-Petey, you have gotten so good at your Skipper impersonating.

[THEME MUSIC]

-It's the breakout that led to a stakeout

because there's a snake out.

Savio, the Hoboken Zoo's vicious boa constrictor, has escaped.

-Wait, why do I feel I know that reptile?

-Ah!

Snake belly.

So dark.

Don't put me in the monkey suit!

-Ooh!

[LAUGHING]

Uh.

Eh.

-Savio, the fiendish serpent who temporarily

ate Private, the lemurs, and Marlene.

-Right.

I hated that guy.

-We go live to Bonnie Chang on the scene.

Trash fires, riots in the street,

the snake escape really has everyone on edge, eh, Bonnie?

[LAUGHING]

-No, Chuck, that's just Hoboken.

Back off, pal!

I'm packing a pipe wrench!

The boa was last seen entering the Hudson River, where

it appeared to be swimming toward Manhattan.

-You don't think Savio's still mad we

had him shipped back to Hoboken?

-As every herpetologist knows, Chuck, this breed of boa

has an insatiable thirst for vengeance,

nursing a grudge for months before reaching

its hideous retribution.

[WHIMPERING]

[SMACKS]

-Move out!

You nancy cats.

-Wait.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, you think Savio's coming after us?

-But that's crazy.

Most of us were his victims.

-Don't try and make sense of revenge, Marlene.

It cheapens it.

-But-- but-- wh-- what do we do?

-It worked.

I got an idea.

A sandwich that you ride like a horse.

[LAUGHING]

But think about it.

-According to my projection, Savio

will hit this zoo in three hours.

-Luckily, that vengeful maniac is forgetting one thing.

We've still got big grey on our side.

Ready for another Savio pounding, Long Trunks?

-You bet.

Just as soon as I open this mysterious package

I got from Hoboken.

-Oh, it's Hob-- not Hoboken!

-Don't open it!

-Don't open it!

-Don't open it!

-Um, Savio sends his regards.

Booga booga booga!

[SCREAMING]

-Taking out the biggest threat first, well played, Savio.

-Well, clearly he is a vengeful genius, and we are all doomed.

[SCREAMING]

-Whoa, there.

Easy, little tuna melt.

-Ow!

-Sorry, people, but when no one listens to reason,

I'm forced to speak the language of flung nuts.

-This one said hello to my nose hole.

-We can still take Savio, but only as a united front.

Nobody cracks.

No one does anything stupid.

-Why are you all so scaredy pantsless about this?

I say we take this Savio, and then we punch him in the face.

-So as usual, ignore everything the ring-tail says.

And did I hear some gung-ho in that gobbledy gook?

-If by gung-ho you mean I'm gonna hold up this Savio

and smack him around like that, yeah.

Oh, yeah, baby.

That yeah.

-You're seriously not scared?

-Are we still talking about Savio?

-Yeah, big teeth, long booty, fancy continental accent.

He thinks he's so classy.

Feh.

Bring him out to me.

Bring him!

Ain't so bad.

Ain't so bad.

Ain't gonna be no rematch.

Come on!

-All right, give me two-man teams.

Establish perimeter defences.

I want this zoo wired hotter than a Brazilian Hanukkah!

Go!

Now I'll need a cool, fearless head as my own bunker buddy.

Ring-Tail, I can't believe I'm gonna say this,

but that guy is you.

-Partner hug.

[SIGHING]

-All right, Ring-Tail, I'm thinking

a three-layered defence grid.

Level one, the minefield.

[HUMMING]

-OK.

What's next?

-Well, we take the clear path through

the minefield to the others and then--

-What?

-Level two, electrified fence.

[SCREAMING]

-Not my fault.

-Level three, mortar tubes loaded

with pure knockout spray.

The coup de gas.

[REGURGITATION NOISE]

[HUMMING]

-What do you say, soldier?

-I say, hey, Savio, who's gonna save you from that?

-Ooh, taunting approved.

I don't know where this 180 of courage came from, Ring-Tail,

but I'm digging it.

-Yeah, yeah, I was pretty awesome just now.

[BEEPING]

-All right, men and Marlene, some of you, I know,

are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire.

Don't worry about it.

-When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that used to be

your best friend's face, pretend you realise-- wait,

that's just an ice cream sandwich shaped like a clown.

You'll know what to do.

-I liked old Julien.

-The one who'd kick you to the snake just

to give himself time to run?

-Any foot-touching is good foot-touching.

[EXPLOSION]

[SCREAMING]

-He's hit the mines!

Form positions.

-No visual yet, but-- [GASPS] he's cleared the mine field.

I lost him, Skipper.

-Fall back, Private.

Shock Unit, talk to me.

-Electrified fence still operative, Skipp--

[EXPLOSION]

KOWALSKI: He's in the walls.

He's in the walls!

-Fall back.

Gassy Lassie, you're up.

-OK.

I did not agree to the codename.

I--

[PENGUIN NOISES]

[REGURGITATION NOISES]

[EXPLOSION]

Is he out?

[GASPING]

[HISSING]

[SCREAMING]

-All units, doomsday positions.

Move it, Ring-Tail!

-Aye, Skipper.

-Shields up.

We drilled for this, people.

Just maintain the circle.

-Remember, this Savio is nothing.

He is--

[HISSING]

-Hello.

[SCREAMING]

-Snake!

Savio is the snake?

I-- I thought it was that guy.

You know, big teeth, long booty.

-I'm my own kind of beautiful.

-Oh, shut up with the fancy continental accent already!

You aren't impressing anybody.

-Aw, chills, how adorable.

I could just eat you up.

-Stand fast.

As long as there are no gaps in the circle--

-Gotta go.

Not for eating.

Love you, bye!

-Aw, [INAUDIBLE]

[HISSING]

[SCREAMING]

-Since when does the inside of a snake belly look like a garage?

SAVIO: Do not worry, succulent one.

Soon you will all be consumed with admiration

when I tell you of my plan for revenge.

I'm going to swallow you one by one

so the last shall see his friends go before him.

-Ew.

-And then I will regurgitate and swallow you again.

But this time in reverse order, so no one

feels left out of the "watch everybody else

get eaten thing."

-Well, like, you know, way to make it your own.

-I like to take the time to chew on my ideas.

But we're still one lemur short of a full revenge set.

And so, until I return, ciao.

That was also a reference to the fact that I'm going to eat you.

-We got it.

-Fantastic.

[COUGHING]

-Hey?

Hello?

-Ring-Tail?

Quick, I think I can guide you to pick this lock.

Now it's a wafer tumbler model with

at least seven variable spring-loaded--

-Yeah, that sounds hard.

Uh, I'm here for more of the last requests sort of thing.

So, OK, I got the banjo.

And if you feel snacky, there's some day-old poppedy

corn over there.

-Do you know "Ave Maria"?

-[BLOWS RASPERRY] Boring!

This one is way better.

Check it out, y'all. (SINGING) I'm a sandwich-riding cowpoke--

-I knew you had your flaws, Ring-Tail,

but even at your worst moments, I never

pegged you for a yellow-bellied slimy coward.

-OK, wow, uh, that stings.

It's like you never really knew me.

Anywho, peace out, my peoples.

-Ah, the complete buffet.

-It's the snake!

[SCREAMING]

[HISSING]

MARLENE: No, not that way.

-Stand tall, Ring-Tail!

You've got to decide what kind of man you're gonna be.

-Still the yellow-bellied slime guy.

[HISSING]

-At least he's going out the way he lived-- stupid.

-Artificial butter flavouring, how tasteful of you.

[SCREAMING]

-Look out!

-Bye-bye!

[HISSING]

-Boys, butter me up.

-Your leadership is impeccable and your musk is

an intoxicating blend of danger and--

[SMACK]

Right.

-Woo-hoo-hoo!

Greasy, greasy.

[LAUGHING]

-Oh!

[GASPING]

[PENGUINS COMPLAINING]

-Julien!

You-- you did it!

-I cannot not accept your thank yous

because they are cheap and useless.

Give me something shiny, people.

-Men, return to base for clean up.

I've got grease where no grease should ever go.

-And so Snake-out ends as these things always

do, with a snake headed home coated

in buttery hydrogenated soy oil.

-I can't believe yellow-bellied slimy cowardice

was really the answer.

-No, no, this was a team victory.

There was me, the butter, uh, me wearing the butter, you know,

probably the elephant or something.

-The elephant!

-This is Chuck Charles saying--

-Go time!

Come on!

Where's that snake?

I want Savio!

[ROARING]

[THEME MUSIC]