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[MUSIC PLAYING]

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

[BELL CHIMING]

[THEME MUSIC]

[CAMERA SNAPS]

-Cute and cuddly, boys.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[BEEPING

SKIPPER: Hello, look alive, men.

Time to get us some popcorn.

Prepare to commence operation popcorn.

-Bit on the nose, isn't it, Skipper?

-Easy to remember though.

-Popcorn!

-Roger that, Rico.

Go time.

Private, decoy duty.

-No problem.

I've been and working on my waddle, Skipper.

[LAUGHS]

-Huh?

[GAGGING]

[RETCHING]

-Outstanding.

Regurgitated, just like mama used to make.

-Dance for-- dance for the silly humans and they

throw the delicious poppity corn at us.

-Popcorn, I like this.

[MUNCHING]

-Maurice, your booty is barely shaking.

[SLAPS]

Watch, eyes on me.

Both eyes, Maurice, your lazy eye, too.

-I don't have a lazy--

-No, it's OK.

Look, I have one too.

Yes.

You are powerless to King Julien's superior robot skills.

[YELLING]

-Eh?

Ah, ah, ah.

Woo-hoo.

-Hey, little animal lover.

-Hi.

-I'm Zookeeper Alice.

Did you know that every last beasty in this zoo

is on a very special diet?

-Uh, I guess.

-Oh, you guess?

You're a little guesser, are you?

Well, I have a Zookeeper Alice tip for you, little guesser.

Do not feed the animals!

[SIREN SOUNDS]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

KING JULIEN: Maurice, make them shush now.

-Order, order!

-Hey, you guys, come on.

Everybody calm down.

There.

OK, great.

I can't live without popcorn!

-Popcorn!

ALL: (CHANTING) Popcorn, popcorn, popcorn.

[SCRAPING]

[ANIMALS GROANING]

-I'll get your popped corn.

-Something smells fishy.

-Yeah.

I don't know about these guys.

-No, I mean they stink of actual fish, Maurice.

Open a window.

-Here's what we know.

Alice has clamped down.

She's actually enforcing the Do Not Feed the Animals policy.

All popcorn supply lines have been cut off, finito!

But not too worry.

We have a plan.

Rico?

-Maurice, where is my plan?

Why don't you vomit up a plan?

And do something about the stink.

-The only thing that stinks here, lower mammal,

is your attitude.

-The Skipper likes team players.

-So do I as long as I am in charge of the team.

OK.

My kingly plan is coming to me.

First, obviously, we must get rid

of that insane zookeeper Alice.

-Negatory.

You'll just get more Alices in her place.

-A lot more Alices.

-Give us a number, Kowalski.

-42.

-Good.

Show me your maths later.

-Excuse me, fishy interrupting bird, your king, which is me,

is very busy.

-Maybe you didn't get the memo, punk.

But this zoo runs on democratic principles.

And I don't think we put you in charge.

Did we?

-How could I not be in charge?

Being in charge is what kings do.

So shut up.

-I vote for you.

-Not the feet.

Do not touch the feet.

-OK.

OK, let's get a little, I don't know, creative here.

What if we all, hmm, work together to get the popcorn?

Fine, whatever.

OK.

You each do it your own way and may the best species win.

Good luck.

-Failure is not an option.

-Which is fine by me because I do not intend to fail.

I vow to do the opposite of fail.

-You mean succeed?

-No, I will not suck seed.

No one will be sucking seed.

We will all be eating popcorn!

-So, uh, you have a plan?

-Better, I have confidence.

-Shall we leave this to the professionals?

-Mm-hm.

-I think so.

Rico?

[EXPLOSION]

KOWALSKI: According to this symbol, which appears

to be Aztec in origin, you are here.

-Tell me something I don't know.

-Without mucus your stomach would digest itself.

-Tell me something else I don't know.

Something less disturbing maybe.

KOWALKSKI: Snack storage facility at 11 o'clock.

-Blast, it's already 10:57.

We don't have much time.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[PURRING]

[SLAPS]

Rico, no unauthorised personnel on missions.

Sorry, doll face.

Maybe another place, another time.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Attack stack, men.

Target acquired.

[GROANING]

Keep it together, Private.

Reverse formation now.

[SNIFFING]

-This reeks of fishy flightless bird type creatures.

I suspect that they came this way.

-No kidding.

-Where's the popcorn?

Oh!

There's the popcorn.

-Well played, Mort.

-Skipper, look.

-Keep your stinking opposable thumbs off our popcorn.

-This is not yours.

Mort found it.

Right, Mort?

-Uh huh.

Ow!

-Finders keepers.

Ha ha!

-Kowalski, legal analysis.

He's got you, Skipper It's the Finders Keepers Treaty of 1859.

-Blast.

Secure another bag, men.

Prepare to eat popcorn till your guts explode.

Rico?

ALL: What?

-This doesn't look anything like the picture on the bag.

It isn't very puffy.

[SPITS]

[LAUGHS]

-Only I, King Julien, have the key to this mysterious mystery.

-I've got a clean shot, Skipper.

-Hold your fire.

-[SIGHS]

-He's bluffing.

-They are popcorn eggs.

They need to be hatched under our warm bottoms.

-That would be really, um, yeah, I

don't know what that would be.

-Marlene, I think the word you're

looking for is "ridiculous."

-We shall see who is ridiculous when popcorn

begins exploding from my bottom.

-That lunatic will not be our king.

We'll crack that popcorn code.

-Skipper, Alice is on the move.

-Rico, kill the lights.

-I meant turn them off.

-Gah.

-Rico?

[VOMITS]

[EXPLOSION]

KING JULIEN: Mort, Maurice, gather round.

Everyone grab an egg.

Now put it under your bottoms like so.

Think warm bottom thoughts.

Om.

Do like I'm doing.

Om.

-Um.

I think mine's hatching.

[FARTS]

[GIGGLES]

-Remind me not to eat that one.

SKIPPER: We need answers now.

Talk, mister.

Where are your fluffy little friends?

We could do this the easy way or we could do this Rico's way.

-Skipper, our bag's sprung a leak.

SKIPPER: A leak?

MAN (ON RADIO): Yo, Alice, aren't you supposed

to be over here shovelling the elephant poop?

-I can't.

I'm investigating the warehouse break in.

Two sacks of popcorn are missing and I think I'm onto something.

[SNIFFING] Penguins.

-Skipper, I think Alice might be on to us.

-[GRUMBLES]

-Kowalski, Rico, hit the water.

Private, help me hide the popcorn.

The incinerator, the last place she'll ever look.

-Gah.

-It's like nothing happened.

[RUMBLING]

-Skipper, something happened.

[POPCORN POPPING]

-Fire in the hole!

Whoa!

-Earthquake!

-I knew it!

-Um,

-It's hatching!

-I knew I shouldn't have installed

those decorative spikes.

-Kaboom?

-I'm going to say yes.

[EXPLOSION]

-I'll get to the bottom of--

MAN (ON RADIO): Yo, Alice, you find

that missing popcorn yet or what?

ALICE: You could say that, yes.

-It's a pop storm!

Or, or is it a corn-ado?

[LAUGHS]

Skipper, I have to say, you guys rock.

-Marlene, let's just say mission accomplished.

-We sure showed those lemurs, Skipper.

-You bet we did, Private.

Even that delusional King has to know

when he's licked like an all day sucker.

-My bottom is magic.

The salty snack gods have chosen to reward me.

Thank you, salty snack gods!

Is there any doubt now that I am king?

It's bt divine right!

Right?

-Right.

-You know, men, I'm actually pretty darn sick of popcorn.

[SNORING]

[BURPING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

MAURICE: Making the ice cream.

Sprinkling it up.

Oh, ooh.

Now we're adding a cherry on top.

Ow!

-Hmm.

Uh, less sprinkles next time, OK, Maurice?

-Hmm.

Gonna relax.

Take a load off.

Ow.

-Hmm.

The sun is much sunnier over here.

See?

-Hmm.

Gonna eat my banana.

Hope no one takes it.

Hmm.

-Ah.

Nicely done, Maurice.

Now peel me a grape.

-But that was--

-Grape, Maurice.

Grape, not lip.

-[MUFFLED NOISE]

[MONKEY NOISES]

MAN: Over here's where I last had the camera.

It couldn't just disappear.

-But you just can't take--

-Rule number one, do not question the king.

Rule number two-- ooh, I'll take that.

-Private, these sardine smoothies are top notch.

-What's your secret?

-Love, sir.

I made them with love.

-Love?

-It's a chemical reaction in the brain

inducing bliss, highly addictive.

-No more love in the smoothies.

We gotta stay sharp.

[BURPS]

The concrete jungle is an illusive mistress

who may call us into action at any given moment.

KING JULIEN: Gimme, gimme, gimme.

I said gimme.

What part of "gim" or "me' do you not understand?

-I understood the me part, like this was caught by me for me.

[STRUGGLING]

[SLOW MOTION GROANING]

-Maurice?

Maurice?

Where are you and your booty, which

is quite large and usually easy to see?

-Ah!

-Mort, do not scream at my-- ah!

-Maurice, he's trapped!

-Oh!

I, well, yes, yes.

That is what happens when you question your king's power.

-I question nothing.

-I question why you touch the feet.

[YELLING]

What have you got to say for yourself now, Maurice?

Oh, you are giving to me the silent treatment.

[LAUGHS]

You think this no talky stuff will get to me?

Forget it, Maurice.

I also can give you the treatment.

-Talking to a camera?

This is not normal.

-No, no, no.

No more talking.

I am giving him the shh treatment.

-The camera?

-Maurice.

-The camera.

-Maurice.

Maurice questioned my kingly authority.

So now he is trapped inside this magic thingy, which the sky

spirits gifted to me, the king from above up there.

-It's not magic.

It's a camera.

Here, let me show you.

-It is a magic king thing, which you will not touch.

Do you want to join Maurice in there?

Just try me.

Go ahead.

Make my day, Mister.

-All right, boys.

Let's leave the mad man to his madness.

Spit it out, sad eyes.

The king's giving Maurice the treatment.

He's going to leave him in the magic box.

You have to help get him out.

Please?

-Your lower mammal brains don't seem to comprende.

That is a camera.

And your little pal is not in it.

-But Skipper, if Maurice isn't here, where is he?

-Missing.

Kowalski?

-I suggest we enlist Doris the dolphin to use her echolocation

skills to track the missing lemur.

-Forget it, Kowalski.

She's useless on land.

Besides Doris only likes you.

She doesn't like you like you.

Now let's crack this mystery wide open.

Now we're looking for anything that might be a clue.

-Oh, this might be a clue.

No, it's just lint.

-Kowalski, I said layoff the love smoothies.

Rico?

Hey, mister, that's evidence.

Scuff marks from the portly lemur, my guess.

He's doubled back.

But why?

-Perhaps a localised seismic event of unknown origin.

-Or maybe the camera's flash blinded him,

-Sounds a little preposterous, Private.

But just in case, Kowalski, run a temporarily blinded

portly lemur scenario pronto.

-Stand right here, Rico.

[MUMBLING]

That confirms our target landed in this waste receptacle.

-El excelante.

[RUMMAGING]

I know exactly what happened.

Into the can, men.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Kowalski, coordinates.

-New Jersey.

[SNIFFING]

-Ah, the Garden State.

Hmm, I wish we had time to play tourist.

All right.

Listen, up.

We're gonna search this dump high and low,

from the rusted tin cans--

-Skipper, over here.

-Well, how did you?

-Nice work, Private.

Happy ending.

Come on, Maurice.

Don't leave me hanging.

-What are you doing here?

-We're here to rescue you.

-You mean take me back to the zoo?

No way, no how.

-We're going for a happy ending here.

-I am happy now.

I've had it with Julien.

He's been a royal pain in my tail for too long.

Get me this, get me that, get me outta there!

-Kowalski, reason with him.

-Ah, reason.

-I find reason tedious and boring.

We'll use force.

[YELLING]

-Here, Maurice.

Just to show you that I am the bigger lemur, not

in actual pounds of course, but in the other kind

of biggerness.

Eat the banana.

Oh, so now it's a hunger strike too, is it?

You're not going to get to me.

You're not going to get me-- eat the banana!

-This is insane!

-You are insane!

-Come on, fifth wheel.

Look sharp.

Rico.

[HACKS UP STUFF]

-Gotta rest.

-No dice.

We have to be back at the zoo by 0900.

-Which does not give us much time.

-We'll just have to go faster.

-There is no way I can go faster.

-Oh, I bet the old D train will change your tune.

-The what?

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

[YELLING]

-Stop looking at me like that!

This is not a contest of staring.

And I am shutting up now because you

are still getting the shh treatment.

[SHIVERING] I can't take it any more!

OK.

Fine, you win.

I was wrong about always being right.

And I miss you.

[CRYING] I will give anything to get my big-bootied buddy back.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[BEEPING]

SKIPPER: Children, bus.

KOWALSKI: Check.

SKIPPER: Zoo brochure.

KOWALSKI: And check.

-It's a field trip.

-Right, boys.

We're almost home.

You know what to do.

-Um, I don't think I do.

-Don't get smart with me, soldier.

We're not cutting you any slack just cause you're the new guy.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Huh?

[YELLING]

[GROANING]

-Now we break poor Maurice out of his magical prison.

A little to the left.

-My left or your left.

-Mine, of course.

I am king, the lefts are all mine, silly Mort.

-OK.

-All right, boys.

Commence operation shoot the moon.

-Oh!

Three degrees north, Skipper.

-Kowalski, adjust vector.

Rico, stretcher.

Lemur, you're up.

-I can't take it any more.

You penguins are psychotic!

-Mort, a little more to the left.

-Ah!

-Oh no!

Maurice, I want you back!

Come out!

Great sky spirits, hear my plea!

-Sounds like somebody's got a case

of the pre-launch heebie jeebies.

-I don't know.

[ELECTRICAL SPARK]

-Whoa!

Maurice!

Oh!

-It's good to see you, too.

-I am so glad you're back.

Ooh.

But where did your head go?

Oh, there it is.

-Look, I'll take you over those crazy--

-Mission accomplished.

-Oh, as if you had anything to do with it.

The sky spirits released Maurice.

You rock, sky spirits!

-Why don't you tell him what really

happened, rescued mammal?

-Rule number one, don't question, baby.

-Private, whip me up one of them love smoothies.

I need to unwind.

MORT: Guys, a little help, please.

[THEME MUSIC]