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NARRATOR: And now DreamWorks, the Penguins of Madagascar.

-Hit it.

-Cute and cuddly boys.

-Hey you, Gladys.

We've talked about this.

Read the sign.

-Feed the animals.

-Do not feed the animals.

-Oh, oh, oh, Alice.

Dear me, I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing.

-Spread 'em.

OK, you're clean.

But no sneaky snacks.

I mean it.

-All clear.

-What a jerk.

-Tell me about it.

-Now, Gladys sure appreciates what you kids have done.

And so will my little friends.

Prince Edward Island, oysters for my pretty little otter.

-Mm, mm, mm.

Thanks, Gladys.

-Candied peanuts for my pachyderm.

-You're the best, Gladys.

-And choco-nanos for my chimps.

-There is an angel who walks amongst us

and her name is Gladys.

-And don't think I've forgotten about you,

my sweet little kitties.

-Ah, still thinks we're cats.

-This food is not so foodie.

-Oh, who is needing this Gladys person

when we have juice-ity mangoes.

-I don't suppose I could have a mango.

Of course, I will share, Maurice.

There you go.

-That's the pit.

-Someday It will be a might mango tree.

And on that day, you will have all the fruit you can eat.

Other than what was the King's.

-And I'll still get the pits, right?

-Oh, you are one very sour cat today, Maurice.

-Oh, salted sardines.

-Boys, let's who Gladys our gratitude

with some of our playful penguin antics.

-Cannonball.

-Too classic to be cliche.

Perfect.

Fancy and fancy.

Gorsky, let's see what you-- Oh, Kowalski, don't go messing up

our tribute to Gladys with one of your experiments doomed

to go wrong, horribly wrong.

-Now, Skipper, you have no data, no proof,

nothing at all to support your hypothesis

my turbo toes will perform exactly as planned.

-I have my gut tools.

And my gut is always sure and true.

-Pardon me if I choose to follow the careful calculations

of science over your lower digestive tract.

Turbo toes field test 1.0.

And here we go!

Ah!

Oh!

-Now my gut says, I told you so.

-Next something for the rhino.

Oh my arm!

[GASPS]

-How could such a horrible thing happen

to such a wonderful woman?

Hmm.

I have a theory.

-She slipped on of your mango pit.

-Look people, there's something you're all for forgetting.

I am King and therefore 100%--

-Shall we skip the trial or rush to judgement .

Works for me.

[MUTTERING]

-Russell, should I squish him?

-No, no, no.

I have been preparing for years for just this occasion.

Make a hole.

Make it work.

Behold, the Rump Whomper.

-Oh, Rump Whomper.

-A spanking?

No, my booty is perfectly calibrated.

This could throw it out of workiness.

I may never dance again.

-Oh, you'll be perfectly safe.

Um, I can adjust that.

Give me a day.

-OK, then.

Tomorrow.

Midnight sharp.

Julian's rear will face the Rump Whomper.

-No!

No!

No!

[STOMACH RUMBLING]

-What?

Rump Whomper.

Woo-hoo!

-Skipper, you don't seem to be filled

with cruel glee like everyone else.

-I want to be excited, but my stupid gut

is telling me that ringtail is innocent.

-Say what?

-That's just gas, Skipper.

[STOMACH RUMBLING]

-You hear it, don't you?

Now watch this.

Ringtail is guilty.

[STOMACH RUMBLING]

-Of course, he's guilty.

He's always guilty.

And even if he's not guilty this time,

he's guilty for a whole bunch of other stuff.

So that makes it right, right?

[STOMACH RUMBLING]

-Ow, ow, ow.

-Wow.

-Skipper, is that your gut? it's never made noises like that

before.

-I've never disagreed with it before.

It's always told me sensible things,

like Kowalski's inventions will blow up,

or the government is controlling the weak-minded

through pop music ring tones.

You know, sane stuff.

Never said anything crazy.

Like ringtail is innocent.

-I still say it's gas.

[STOMACH RUMBLING]

OK, OK, down, boy.

So uh, we're investigating?

-We're investigating.

-I saw him eating mangoes.

I saw him toss a pit.

I didn't see where it landed, but come on.

-I didn't see him toss the pit, per se,

but I've seen him do it before.

It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together.

-All right.

-Uh, huh.

-Of course, he did it, baby.

What kind of fool thinks he's not guilty.

[STOMACH RUMBLING]

[SIGH]

-We're here to see the prisoner.

-All right, but no funny business.

-Yes, you believe me.

Oh.

So the question is, who did the crime?

Hmm.

Oh, look, here is Maurice with a tearful confession

that is totally unrehearsed.

(WHISPERING) Just like we rehearsed, buddy.

-I did it and I'd do it again.

-Wow, hardened criminal.

Total lack of remorse.

Anyway, case closed.

Book him.

-Interesting confession, Maurice.

Because forensics shows there is no way

you could have tossed the mango pit from your position.

-Can't argue with science.

Not Maurice, Mort.

It was Mort, AKA Pit-tosser Mort.

-Oh, yes, I did the bad thing.

-It's always the quiet ones.

Anyway, case closed.

-Not so fast.

I would like to see Mort toss this mango pit over that wall.

-You got-- OK, OK, I'll get this.

I get it.

Give me, give me a second.

Um, uh, I'm being framed by you guys?

I mean you gotta admit you've got the motives.

Right?

-Skipper, I'm sorry but--

-Yeah, yeah, I get it.

My gut is wrong.

[STOMACH RUMBLING]

No.

Ringtail's guilty.

Accept it.

Ooh.

Accept it.

-Come on, let's hurry.

Ringtail's guilty.

Woo-hoo!

-It's like Christmas morning for Rico.

-Yes, I just hope Santa shows up.

-What do you mean by that?

-I mean your Rump Whomper works.

-It will, flawlessly.

-Well, that's what you said about your turbo toes.

-What?

Oh, yes, there were flaws with the toes, I admit.

I've pinpointed 86, so far.

First off, my swagger, 17.4% too cocky.

Next, barometric pressure--

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Coming, Skipper.

No, Private.

I don't have the stomach for this, literally.

[STOMACH RUMBLING]

Yeah, same to you, pal.

-Poor Skipper.

-Belly time, lift off.

Rump Whomper, woo!

-Now my gut says, I told you so.

Skirt steak.

Did I just see what I thought I saw?

Now my gut says, I told you so.

I don't believe it.

Ringtail is, is innocent.

[STOMACH RUMBLING]

OK, OK.

You were right.

Don't get all gloaty about it.

One minute to midnight.

There's still time.

[CLOCK CHIMES]

-Midnight.

Let's do this thing.

-Please, save the booty.

No!

[SMACKING SOUNDS]

-Told you it would work.

-Hah, hah.

You shoved my booty to safety, in a kind of rough way.

I did not care for it.

-But why, Skipper?

Why did you take the punishment for King Julian?

-Because he didn't deserve it.

I did.

-Skipper, what are you talking about?

-Private, all answers are here on Kowalski's video camera.

-I told you so.

-Whoa!

-Something for the rhino.

-Uh, still don't get it.

-Oh!

Look again.

I made this splash.

-Uh, huh, and then that guy dropped the peanuts.

-Oh, a rat tried to run with it.

-Heart me tail.

-The peanut caused a change in the flight path.

-Right into Julian's mango pits.

-Smack dab in the old lady's path.

-Dude.

So I am not guilty.

I told you.

All of you.

-Gosh.

The only real crime was our revenge-driven mob mentality.

-Yep.

We're all super guilty.

Every one to the Rump Whomper.

-The Rump Whomper worked.

It worked!

-All too well.

-Oh, my butt.

-So your gut was right all along.

-Course it was, young private.

-Always go with your gut instinct.

[STOMACH RUMBLING]

OK, maybe it was gas.

[HUMMING]

-Huh?

-That's right, snow cone guy.

Just follow the orange line.

You too, Misters Pretzel and Hot Dog.

It's all coming together.

Rico, where's my boom boom shroud?

They call it a crime against nature.

Three snack foods, exploded.

It's one unholy treat.

Hot Snowzles.

-It sounds inexplicably delicious.

-Kowalski, talk to me, baby.

-All clear, Skipper.

We are a go.

[BABBLING]

-Operation compromised.

Man down!

[EXPLOSION]

-We're caught!

-Kowalski!

He's been frozen!

-Shield your gaze, Private.

The madman has finally cracked.

The Medusa code.

-No, Skipper.

It's Invexpo.

-Is that something naughty then?

-The invention expo, annual showcase

for the world's greatest scientific creations.

And it's in Manhattan this year.

-Oh, Uh, huh.

I missed hot snowzles for some slide-ruling nerd fest?

All the brightest minds of gizmo-gineering and doo-daddery

will be there.

And you can tell I'm excited because my voice is getting

higher and higher to the point of--

[GLASS SHATTERING]

Can we go?

-Agh!

Where is this geek stravaganza?

-The exact location appears to be blocked

by that curled-up billboard section.

But that's no problem for science.

I call it the Extendo-grab.

-Oh, how handy.

-And thus we reveal Invexpo is right here in Central Park?

Yes!

I am the luckiest penguin in the world!

Ow.

-There.

Good as new.

Except for the painful fractures in both legs.

[BABBLING]

-I recommend keeping him confined to the Children's Zoo

Nursery until the cast comes off.

Nothing speeds healing like a quiet,

gentle, and sanitary environment.

-Whatever.

-Here we go, little fella.

Some mobility for you.

Don't worry.

You'll have 30 days in here to get used to it.

-Turn your back and I'll be out at Invexpo in 30 seconds.

Oh!

-Lights out at 9:30.

[SIGH]

-86 that slump, soldier.

We're busting you out of this junior jug joint.

Oh.

-You think we're not pulling hard enough?

-Ow!

-What?

-Ow.

-Sorry, compadre.

Looks like it's a month in the pastel hoosegow.

-30 days of sunny colours and bunny murals.

Lucky.

-Wrong.

30 days in the hole does things to a prisoner.

A man cracks, madness creeps in, filling the brain

with horrible thoughts and images.

-You realise this is the worst pep talk you've ever given?

-Now, just stay focused and try not

to think about any delightful activities

you might be missing.

LOUDSPEAKER: It's science time.

Invexpo.

-Steady.

We're going to help you through this, whatever it takes.

-I know.

We could go to the science fair and give

Kowalski a smashing report.

-Oh.

-Fine, if it'll keep you sane, I'll

slog through this pencil-necked clam bake.

Let's roll.

-Woo-hoo!

-You can do this, Kowalski.

If Skipper is willing to endure that kind of torment,

then surely I can--

-Woo-hoo!

It's great!

-No, no.

I'm a stone-cold genius.

I don't need Invexpo to fight off the stir crazies.

My own brain will keep me entertained.

Do you have any threes?

No.

-They're back.

Come out.

-Be careful, Commodore Fluffington.

I think the east wall bunnies are

plotting a violent uprising.

-This is where they keep all the cute baby animals.

-Where are the babies?

-Grr.

-Aah!

-Kowalski, are you OK?

-I'm fine.

Who needs Invexpo?

I made my own invention.

See?

-Um, what does it do?

-Well, why don't we plug it into your head and find out?

Hmm!

-No!

-I'm not nuts.

I'm just seeing little green men.

Beaming down from the sky.

Wait a minute.

Is that really happening or is it

just a mad man's hallucination?

What do you think Commodore?

It's real?

A space squid!

Must save planet.

Oh!

Curse this baby-proof prison!

The rest of the team, surely they'll notice.

-Oh, and Kowalski's gone bonkers.

-Yep, called that one.

-Somebody, anybody!

Marlene, over here!

Ah!

-What the-- Kowalski?

Ah!

What?

What the--

-Space squid.

And I can only assume it's here for Invexpo.

Invexpo is like and Earth technology buffet.

Who knows what kind of world conquering devices

he's liable to pilfer from there?

-But then, why is he landing in your habitat?

-I don't know.

-Awooba sodoobadooba.

-The Extendo-grab.

Why would--

-Ooboobladub.

-Of course.

Space squids are dangerous enough with nothing

but tentacles.

If they master has hand finger technology,

they'll be unstoppable.

[GASP]

-That's awful!

-And awfully flattering.

All the greatest gizmos in the world, and the squids

want mine?

I heart you too, evil alien armada.

And of course, they must be stopped.

-Skipper, lives for this, right?

-Brakes, Rico, brakes.

-Otherwise, occupied.

-But you're trapped in the nursery.

I mean, who else could even-- oh, boy.

-Come on, Marlene.

Just like we planned it.

Grab that tractor beam platform.

Stop those space squids.

-Huh?

-Yes.

Now get it out of there before- Look out behind you!

Oh!

-Yeah I know.

How super spy awesome am I, right?

Ah!

-Oh, the disc, the disk, he's going to escape!

Oh, no.

-Hah, hah!

Eat salt squiddy!

Melt your ugly face, squid guy.

Not melting.

-That would be slugs.

Salt melts slugs.

No!

Over here!

I'm the inventor!

-Kowalski!

Help!

-Let it go, you slimy hyperchrome galactic seafood.

The bunny said it.

All right.

So that's how it's going down.

Huh?

Yes, laugh away.

I may only have half my body, but I

still have all of my brain.

Come on, slimy.

Yes, I'd have to be crazy to take you on mano a mano.

I'm plumb loco.

Dang.

-Waw!

-Kowalski!

-It's OK, Marlene.

I've got backup.

Commodore Fuffington Why do you do nothing?

Yes, Marlene.

Poke him.

Poke him mercilessly.

-Ah, yeah.

It's an Earth party, my friend.

And you're not invited.

-Oh, whose giant, exposed brain didn't see that coming, huh?

Genius wins again, baby.

-Well, look who flew the coop.

How's the insanity going, then?

-Right as rain, Private.

It turns out I don't need to see Invexpo.

I have already witnessed the greatest

invention this world has to offer.