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-Hit it!

-Cute and cuddly, boys.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Ahh!

-Oh, splat.

-We're going to need a spatula and a mop to clean this one up.

-Blargh!

-I think not.

-Cool!

-[WHISTLES]

-Cutting a bit close, weren't you, Kowalski?

-With my new Chronal-Curbulater, I

had all the time in the world.

-Chronal-Curbulater, Kowalski?

What does this thing do?

-Well it stops time.

-And what does it look like?

-A watch, I guess.

To the scientifically unsophisticated.

-Stopwatch.

Boom, done.

-That name doesn't completely convey--

-Democracy exercise.

Who likes stopwatch?

-I can pronounce that one.

-Landslide.

-Fine.

Stopwatch.

-Yay.

-To experience the time affect, please place a fin on the--

[GRUMBLES]

--stopwatch.

-Impressive.

But is there--

-Hi.

- --a practical application?

-[GASPS]

[SCREAMS]

-Hey, yo.

It wasn't no treat for me neithers.

-OK, seriously though.

Practical application?

-Move out.

-Now that I have conquered time, I've

got a few other mysteries of the universe I'm itching to crack.

-Kowalski, take the time to stop and smell the snow cones.

-Yeah.

Enjoy your accomplishment, Kowalski.

-I will.

Just as soon as I finish these 87 other accomplishments.

-Enjoy now.

That's an order.

-[GROANS]

(SARCASTICALLY) Oh, boy.

I'm having lots of frivolous fun.

Ha, ha.

Ha, ha.

He, he.

Ho, ho.

-Boy, I'm telling you, Maurice.

This new flavour of the bubbling gum, sour mango punch,

is extremely super delightful.

-Uh-huh.

-And mango-y.

Mm!

-That's what I hear.

-Mmm!

And just as sour!

Mmm!

Ah!

And a bunch, err!

This flavour commotion just goes on, and on, and on.

-Yeah.

Exciting.

-Want to know how long it goes?

-Not really.

-Me too.

I shall need a time counting counter.

-Perfect.

Oh, Mort!

I have a job for you!

-Mm la.

-Ow!

-What?

Ah, blech.

-I'm a great snow cone.

[LAUGHS]

-Oh, the stopwatch!

-Grab sad eyes.

-I did the thing, King Julien.

-Very good, Mort.

Now we shall solve this vexation over the flavour duration.

-No!

Don't touch the--

-Mm.

And done.

Check out how long I-- Ah!

-Give me the stopwatch.

You don't know what you're dealing with.

-Ha!

Yes I do.

It's a stopwatch.

So what?

-Stupid Democracy.

-Go Kowalski!

Use excessive force!

-Hey!

-Oops!

KOWALSKI: You don't understand what you're doing.

Give it, give it, give it.

-Don't Vanna, don't wanna, don't wanna.

-No!

[CHUCKLES]

KING JULIEN: Help.

I am being snuff-ocated.

-What are you doing under there?

-Hoping no one sees me.

-[SCOFFS]

Rude.

-Well excuse-- ah!

-Crisis averted.

The stopwatch is back in the right flipper.

KING JULIEN: Ahh!

-Incoming!

-This is bad.

-Oh, bummer.

Now how will I be able to time the tastiness

of my bubbling gum?

Sour mango punch.

It's good, you should try it in your chewing beak.

-Get a hold of yourself, Kowlaski.

You can fix this.

Ah!

Don't touch anything!

Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic!

-Ah, these guys are good at the freeze tag.

Really, I mean it.

-Come on, come on.

You've got to work.

Got it!

[FRUSTRATED YELL]

Ah, It's no use.

Them time space continuum is locked by the stopwatch

and the stopwatch is stopped.

So we're trapped out of time forever.

-Uh, uh-oh.

OK.

Look, you want in on this freeze tag game or what?

-[ANGRY YELL]

-I am a statue.

Not moving till you tag me.

-[GROANS]

Tag.

Julien, listen carefully.

They're not playing freeze tag.

You and I are stuck in this single moment of time forever.

-Wha-- wha-- wait, wait.

So what you are saying is everybody is like this?

-Yes.

-Everywhere?

-Yes.

-Forever?

-Yes.

-We-- we-- we can do anything we want, baby!

-Oh, boy.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-(SINGING) Just two guys heading to town,

flipping frowns upside down.

-(SINGING) I'll flip you on your crown.

-(SINGING) I don't like how that sounds.

Come on!

Nothing but time.

Don't have to worry cause we're in no hurry.

Boom chika, boom chika, ba a do ah!

-(SINGING) This is not the fate I would have chosen.

-(SINGING) But you gotta love it, time is frozen.

We're off that clock.

-(SINGING) Hey this just might rock.

-(SINGING) We're off the clock.

-(SINGING) No tick and no tock.

Yeah!

-(SINGING) [INAUDIBLE] find the world is yours and mine

because all we've got is time.

-[GIGGLES]

I've done it!

The trans-dimensional toothbrush!

-OK, buddy.

But um, you've got no teeth.

-Right but who can resits this?

Huh?

7009 inventions.

Woo hoo!

What's next?

-Oh, I've been hankering to try that two wheeled

tricycle you've been talking about.

-Oh, you got it, dude.

You know what, Julien?

Thank you.

-You know what, Kowalski?

You're welcome.

Wait, for what?

-Well, because of your irresponsible meddling

I have an eternity to invent and have fun.

I can have my cake and eat it too.

-Yeah, but um-- why have the cake if you don't eat it?

You know, that makes like no sense.

-(LAUGHING) Right.

Anyway, I owe it all to you, buddy.

-Hey, no problem, buddy.

-Um, there's just one teeny little thing

that's still ruffles my feathers, though.

-What is it, Pal-eo?

-Must you stick your used gum everywhere?

-I don-- oh, ha, ha!

I never sticked my gum anywhere.

-Really?

-Well, OK.

I may have sticked my gum to a few things.

You know, like uh, lamp posts, benches, city buses, big statue

lady, big zoo lady, the stopwatch, your pillow.

Uh, little bit.

-OK, see, that's just what I-- the stopwatch?

What?

When?

-Uh, ri-- right after you broke it.

-Ah!

Don't touch anything.

KING JULIEN (VOICE OVER): Well, you know, the sour mango punch

had seized its sour mango punchiness.

I had to get rid of it some where.

-Ah!

The gum!

It was the gum all along!

-Hey, you know what?

I bet you're right.

I bet they gum did factor in.

-Factor in?

[SPUTTERS]

-Oof!

-Can anyone tell me why I've got a flower pot on my head?

And gum on my beak?

Mm, tart.

-Kowalski, status report.

-You-- you're-- you're not-- you're not

frozen in time for all eternity!

Private, say something naive but adorable!

-Um, what?

-Love it.

-Rico, hock something up!

Beautiful!

Skipper, say something stern and cranky.

-What in the name of inexplicable tableaux

is going on here?

-Yes!

-No, seriously.

What is going on here?

And it better be good!

-Oh, right.

There was a teeny, tiny, barely, noticeable glitch

in the stopwatch.

But it's been repaired.

-Did we miss anything?

[ALARMS AND SIRENS GOING OFF]

-[NERVOUS LAUGH]

Um, not much.

Heh.

-Can someone tell me why I was in the bedroom

holding this toilet paper?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

SKIPPER: Tell me what I'm looking at, Kowalski.

-Radar picked it up at 2000 feet.

It appears to be an air drop parcel.

-Estimated touch down?

-In less time that it will take me to complete this sente-- ah!

-Anyone order a package drop?

-Not me.

-Nope.

-Then we'll have to assume this box will spew for deadly peril

the second it's open.

-Oh, a cardboard package box!

-Quick, who will open it first?

-I will!

-Handy tip.

The answer to every trick question is me.

Oh, lemme, lemme, lemme, lemme!

-The grateful nation thanks you.

-My thingy I just got!

-Penguin!

-Ah, you can keep the box.

-But what are we supposed do with some junkie cardboard box?

-His name is Cardboris and he is the sacred protector

from all that would annoy me.

-Oh!

How does he do that?

-Chomp.

-A wrist watch video phone, classic old schools

spy technology.

But why would someone send it to us?

-Perhaps they think we're collectors.

-Private, the only thing I collect

are the tears of my fallen enemies.

And, uh, tiny thimbles that showcase

America's national parks.

I can almost taste Yellow Stone.

-Suck in those guts, you dandy dumplings!

Officer on deck!

-Oh!

-Special Agent Buck Rockgut!

You sent us the package?

-Cut the gas, Motorbeak.

There ain't no medal for pointing out the obvious?

-What?

But the gullibility medal is real, right?

-Sure it is, Private.

-What's your 20, soldier?

Looks frosty.

-Still trying to track down that Red Squirrel hide out you

told me about.

Been across every sand pit and snow peak on this lousy marble,

but I can't find any Grrfurjiclestan.

-Did we never tell you there is no Grrfurjic-- oh!

-Continue.

-Here's what I did find.

I got sources in the underground says the Red Squirrel

got his meat hooks on a penguin.

Took him to the old dream bucket laundromat,

if you know what I'm saying.

-Not even remotely.

-I'm saying Red brainwashed himself a sleeper agent.

-No way!

-A what?

-Classic spycraft, Private.

The Red Squirrel catches one of us,

hypnotises him into a mind puppet,

then sends him back home.

On the outside he appears normal,

but inside he's programmed to eliminate the rest of us

when we least expect it.

-Ah!

-Nicely diagrammed, Kowalski.

But I think I'd know if one of my men

was a brainwashed Red Squirrel assassin.

-All right, Candy Corn, don't believe me?

Then I'm going to tell you exactly who the sleeper is.

-Hm?

-Hang on.

This channel might be bugged.

Let me type you lollipops a coded message.

[BUTTONS SLOWLY PRESS]

-I believe that's the telephone feature.

[PHONE RINGS]

The code buttons are--

[DISCONNECTION MESSAGE PLAYS]

No, you have to press send.

Then confirm to--

-Confirm.

[PHONE BUSY TONE]

-Send.

-Bah!

-Green button.

Green but-- green!

And now he's turned it off.

-He seem so convinced.

You don't think--

-Trust is the backbone of this unit, Private.

And I would trust you men with my own life.

Now come here for a hug.

-Aw.

-That's just to keep you sharp.

But seriously, trust, backbone.

Let's roll.

Now hang a right at the Gorilla habitat.

I said hang a right, soldier.

Huh?

-Gah!

Sabotage!

-Oh, calm your ruffles, Archduke Shiver-britches.

Accidents happen.

What?

Sometimes accidents happen in pairs.

[YELLING]

-Brake lines were sliced, retaining nuts on the steering

column removed, and the wheel lugs cut clean through.

Also the engine appears to be filled with snakes.

-[YELLING]

-I assumed it was just crazy talk,

but the evidence is impossible to ignore.

You really do need an oil change every 3,000 miles.

-Skipper, shouldn't we at least consider the possibility

that Rockgut's sleeper warnin--

-Trust.

Backbone.

Now, who's ready for lunch time!

-Ah!

-I'm not hungry, actually.

-Me either.

-Blech.

-Eat up, you soft pretzels.

We've got a beautiful day, fresh sushi,

and the bond of true brotherhood.

L'chaim!

Hey!

-Bad fish.

-Egad!

These tune roles have been spiked with expired mayonnaise.

Someone tried to poisonous us!

Or should I say one of us tried to poison the others of-- no,

now that I've said it up loud, it just sounds dumb.

-[CONCERNED BABBLE]

-Trust, backbone, et cetera.

Come on, let's make sandwiches.

-We're not pointing flippers at anyone, Skipper.

-Whoa!

-In a brainwashing scenario, a saboteur

isn't really to blame for his actions.

-But don't you think maybe, possibly,

one of us might be a sleeper agent trying to--

-[SNUFF NOISES]

- --for the rest of us?

-It's simple logical, boys.

If the Squirrel did turn one of us into a zombie trigger man,

it happened on my watch.

Which means I failed as a Skipper.

And we all know I'm no failure.

Therefore, there is no sleeper agent.

It's you, Kowalski!

I always knew it was you!

-Ah!

-Confess!

Confess!

-What about Private?

It's always the least obvious one!

-Gah!

Statistically, isn't it usually the most obvious one?

-What a minute, that me!

[FIGHTING]

-Wait!

We don't have to beat the truth out of anyone.

-Ow.

-Buck Rockgut still knows who the secrets saboteur is.

-Yes, but we lost the call.

-Aw, but if I can trace the origin of Rockgut's

video signal, we may be able to call him back, and find

out which of us is the sleeper.

-Just keep those flippers where I can see them, science boy.

It looked cold and mountainous.

Try the Himalayas.

-Or it could be the Alps.

-Private, Swiss neutrality would make

Buck Rockgut puke in his own beak.

It's the Himalayans.

-It seems the call came from a minor league baseball stadium

in Brooklyn.

-What in the name of outer boroughs is going on here?

-There's only one way to find out.

-Ring him back and ask him.

-OK, two ways.

-Something with the internet?

-I'm saying we should go to Brooklyn.

-Ah!

-Gah!

Greetings, I don't know how you fancy Freddies found me

on this snow covered mountain top.

But, uh--

-You do know that that doesn't work when

we're not actually on the phone?

-Save the charade, Rockgut.

We puzzled out your little game.

-At some point you realised that Grrfurjiclestan

was just a wild goose chase.

So, in a quest for a bit of payback,

you decided to send us on our own goose chase.

You set up the phony booby traps then

made us run around trying to find out which of us was

the Red Squirrel's hypno-traitor.

-When did we figure all that out?

-On the subway from Manhattan.

You were busy people watching.

And now the truth is out.

None of us is a sleeper agent.

-Of course not, you puppeted brains.

The sleeper is Special Agent Buck Rockgut.

-[GASPS]

-Ah!

-Sweet dandy candy.

Buck was the brainwashee?

-But he tried to warn us.

-All part of the plan to lure you here.

Where finally I will destroy America's greatest penguin

commandos with the symbol of America itself.

-Baseball.

-Who likes baseball?

I was talking about the t-shirt cannon.

And now my Brain Scrubby the Puppet,

I trigger you to deadly mode!

-Ah!

-The over confident fool.

He's shown us his hypnosis trigger, a simple finger snap.

-Explain.

-All we have to do to break the brainwashing

is snap our-- poop.

-Evasive!

-Ah!

-Rico, batter up!

-Eat leather, Rockgut.

As they say, turnabout is fair-- ah!

-[EVIL LAUGH]

[BEGINNING NOTES OF "TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME"]

-Wow.

-We're no match for this kind of firepower.

-Kaboom?

-No.

We have to break that mad mammal's brain hold on Buck.

Boys, find me some promotional swag.

Perfect-o.

-Find them, finish them.

The Red Squirrel commands you.

-(RUSSIAN ACCENT) Yet Red Squirrel

commands you to attack Red Squirrel!

-Squi-- Squirrel?

-Dah!

Hey, Washed-For-Brains, are you not

looking with your two good eyes?

I am the Red Squirrel!

-Squirrel.

Squirrel.

-Classic Rockgut paranoia, rodent.

This guy sees the Red Squirrel everywhere.

-(RUSSIAN ACCENT) I am the Red Squirrel.

-I'm Red Squirrel!

-(RUSSIAN ACCENT) No, you ninnycompooparates!

I am the Red Squirrel.

-Wow.

That's actually quite good.

-It's all in the throat.

-Squirrel?

Squirrel, Squirrel?

[SPUTTERS]

Squirrel!

Ah!

-No!

I really should have run away instead of yelling.

-Sorry we lied to you about that Grrfurjiclestan place.

It was wrong and we are deeply ashamed.

-But we did capture penguin enemy number one.

So, we're cool?

-You bet your applesauce.

Just as soon as I bring down penguin enemy number

two, White Widow.

The Albino Spider Monkey!

That's right, Widow!

Rockgut Justice Train's a comin'.

Woo-woo!

Yeah!

-She's in um, New Fakeplacesberg.

-And I'm off!

Woo-woo!

-What?

[THEME MUSIC]