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[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Cute and cuddly, boys.

-Nothing like a little R and R.

-Rump roast?

-No, Mort, not a rump roast.

Rest and relaxation.

-Spontaneous jumping contest!

-This is not just a fun and innovative idea,

but a royal commandment.

Me first.

Maurice, double bounce me.

-So this is one of those contests

where you've got to win, right?

-Is there any other kind?

Now, on three.

One-- Julien-- three!

I win!

It may be possible I over bounced.

-Ready, Rico?

-All right.

Bring it.

-And that's lunch.

Dig in, boys.

-It all happened so fast.

The king on the bouncy!

-Anyone catch that--

-Yes.

It-- no, actually.

-It appears a spontaneous jumping contest coupled

with Maurice's great posterior mass

has bounced Julien outside zoo confines.

What?

I'm fluent in panic.

-He's right-- except for the part about my butt,

which is sized appropriately, thank you very much.

-Please, help us save King Julien and his feet.

-Absolutely, Sad Eyes.

Boys, commence operation after lunch.

Sweet job on the tuna roll, Rico.

-Skipper, isn't a quick response critical for a rescue?

-I have taught you well, young private.

Someone pass the wasabi.

Oh, fine.

-Hey, big stinkin' bus!

I demand immediate return to the zoo.

Open these doors right now.

What?

The royal crown!

-Mercy me!

Oh, city street is no place for such an adorable kitty cat.

-Kitty?

-According to Maurice, Julien landed on the morning M2 bus.

We'll track that route as two units--

aerial surveillance and ground patrol.

-Roshambo for the aerial unit?

-Oh, you are so on.

Leopard seal, orca, great white.

-Ha!

Great white traps leopard seal.

-No, I'm afraid not.

A leopard seal swims faster and evades the great white.

-My great white carries a knife.

-King Julien's feet!

-Fine, leopard seal wins.

Rico, saddle up.

You're on the ground.

-I'll take Maurice.

-You picked Maurice over me?

-Lemurs have better eyesight.

It's purely strategic.

-If that's how we're playing it, then we'll take Sad Eyes.

-Yay!

I wasn't picked last!

-What?

Seriously?

Little Mort?

-You and I both know penguins have a limited sense of smell.

We need a strong nose on the ground.

Purely strategic.

-Fine.

-And we'll take Marlene.

-What?

She's not even here.

-Oh, OK.

Right.

Private, we'll take Private.

-Let me go.

I am not a cat.

I am a lemur.

I am a king, even!

Can't you see my cr-- my head is naked!

-Welcome to your new home.

And look, your new roommate, Zoey.

-I already have two roommates at the zoo,

and neither one of them is the furniture.

-Wow.

On second thought, I am a cat.

Check out this long, pretty tail,

these pointy ears and teeth.

Don't forget about my devastatingly

beautiful brownish-yellow eyes.

-Now, Zoey.

That's no way to greet our new friend.

How about we show him how much you love your yarn?

Now your turn.

Get the yarn.

Come on, now.

Oh, grandkids calling.

-Hello, pretty kitty.

-You trying to blow my cover, fur face?

-My name isn't fur face.

It's King Julien.

But you can call me-- fur face works, too.

-Any sign of Julien?

-Nothing.

-Sky Hawk to Street Dog.

Marks spotted in sector Kilo Oscar.

-Roger that.

-Who the heck is Mark, Roger, and Oscar?

-You picked me last.

-Let it go, Private.

-Rico, hang a left.

-The feet are saved.

-No.

-Hey!

-Sad Eyes!

-Uh oh.

-Now we're down two lemurs?

This is not forward progress.

-Let's not pussyfoot around.

Is there a Mr. Cat in your life?

-Don't be cute with me.

You and I both know we are not cats.

-So you think I am cute?

I mean, you're not a cat?

-No.

I'm a ferret.

-Oh, a very pretty ferret.

-Before this, I was living on the streets.

I didn't know when my next meal was coming.

Here, it's clockwork.

-Oh, beautiful and clever.

Wink.

-And if the old lady catches on, then it's back on the streets.

You follow?

-I will follow you wherever you go.

Wink.

-Wink at me one more time, and I'm

going to make it so you can't open that eye for a month.

Get it, wink?

-These lips are sealed.

Or unless, you know, you want to maybe

smooch fur face or something.

I'm an accomplished actor.

You want cat?

Meow.

See, I'm a cat, instantly.

I like string.

I'm licking my--

-Targets approaching, Rico.

Time to go fishing.

-Woohoo!

Yoink.

-Good new, team.

The catch of the day is Sad Eye.

-Did you find the feet?

-Unfortunately, we're still a negative on Ringtail.

-Man, we better find him soon.

King Julien is out there alone and-- well,

let's be real-- incompetent.

-What are you doing?

-Hey, do you have any toast?

-Toast?

Why?

-I need somewhere to put this jam.

Yeah, shake it!

-You're going to get us busted!

-You can stop the music, but you cannot stop the passion.

GLADYS: What's going on in there?

-Gladys!

-Are you kitties getting along?

-Meow.

-Oh, that's a strange meow.

Are you feeling all right?

Let's consult Dr. Cuddle's Home Veterinary Handbook.

-Feet, feet, feet!

--[INAUDIBLE], we've got a situation down here.

Sad Eyes has gone loco.

-Cuckoo.

-Feet.

I smell feet!

-He's on the move.

After him!

-Hey, look at that.

He's got some kind of sixth sense.

-The feet, they are close.

-So long, fur face.

-Welcome back to Earth, boys.

Dust off those sea legs, Private.

-King Julien wouldn't just leave behind his crowd

unless he was in serious trouble.

-Ah, there you are.

-I'd give it a couple of minutes before going in there.

-Come over here, I want to show you something.

-Oh, the charm offensive scores!

That's nice.

-All right.

We've gotta keep Gladys thinking you're a cat.

And cats love scratching posts.

So you should use one.

-Good, good.

And what's a scratching post?

-That.

-I see.

And I do what now with it?

-You scratch it.

-Cats are easily entertained.

-No.

You really got to get into it.

-Oh, OK.

That's the stuff.

-Come on, come on.

-Oh, yeah.

How am I doing?

-Harder!

Use both hands!

-Oh, look at me, the cat.

-No.

Like this.

Woah!

-Are you sure that's how to use it?

Doesn't seem very safe.

-Can you just help me in?

-Oh, hey, guys.

-King Julien!

-What are you doing up there?

-Oh, I crash here now.

Hang on.

I have to save my girlfriend.

-I am not your girlfriend!

Someone help me!

-Here, grab this string.

You were supposed to grab it!

-Help!

-Relax, [INAUDIBLE], we've gotcha.

-I'm good.

Thanks.

-OK, your coed party is over, Ringtail.

Get in.

-No.

This is my home now.

I have been domesticated.

Right, Mrs. Fur Face?

-Don't give up your kingdom for me.

Seriously.

-I have found it impossible to discharge my duties as king

as I would wish to do without the help

and support of the woman I love.

-Well, if Julien won't come back to the zoo,

then I guess the lemurs will just need a new king.

Here you go, King Mort.

-Why is the Private overacting?

-All hail King Mort!

-What now?

King Mort?

Oh, the thought makes me-- oh, I can't--

-Can't what?

-Mort will destroy our love.

I cannot allow Mort to ruin my kingdom.

He's just too stupidy.

-Really?

Go.

I want you gone.

-Shh.

No words.

This is difficult for me, too.

I guess this is goodbye.

Goodbye, my love!

-[GROANS] My life.

-Couldn't find anything about abnormal meowing.

Maybe you're just hungry.

Here you go, kitties.

Drink up.

-All right.

More for me.

-King Mort.

Great play, Private.

-Thanks.

And I was picked last.

-Oh, burn, Kowalski.

-Wait, me?

You overlooked him, too.

-I was saving the best for last.

Up high, boys.

-King Mort.

That just sounds ridiculous.

Boys, when we get home, let's have

another spontaneous bouncing contest.

That was fun.

-Hey, guys.

There's a carnival in town.

-Oh, give it up, Hans.

This weapons lab is under penguin protection.

You're not stealing anything.

-You are right.

I surrender.

-Really?

I blast you.

I blast you so much.

-Kowalski, options.

-I recommend a methodical and carefully thought out--

-Reckless action it is.

-You will not defeat me, Skipper.

This time, I have the upper wing.

-Oh, ouchie.

-You did it, Skipper!

-Well, Hans won't be raiding this lab tonight.

And it's a good thing.

Every nasty chemical on these shelves is bottled bad news.

-Uh oh.

-Kowalski, this is the good kind of glowing, right?

Like for traffic safety and such?

-It appears Skipper has absorbed a large dose of inflatium.

-Bad glowing.

-Not as long as Skipper stays calm.

But if his blood pressure starts to rise,

he will expand like a balloon until-- the only treatment is

a steady diet of no action, no adventure,

and absolutely no getting angry.

-Meh, I'll be fine.

-Hello, silly birds!

-Evac lemur annoyance ASAP!

-I was hearing the party party balloons,

and I came to participate.

Wait.

I can make this work.

Part-i-cip-a--

-Julien!

You must stay away from Skipper.

-You listen to me.

I will part-i-c--

-OK, point taken.

I'll just take it down a notch on missions.

It's either that or I retire and become

some pencil pushing desk monkey.

Is that what you want, Kowalski?

Me buying a four-legged quidditch

table, pencils, and bananas?

-Don't worry, Skipper.

We can show you ways to relax and stay calm.

Is that rude noise just the sound of you deflating?

-Moving on, Private.

-The surest method for ultimate relaxation--

pushing the untested boundaries of science.

That's how I always-- don't touch that!

-Missle launch activated.

Targeting Eastern Seaboard in T minus three,

two, one-- cancelled.

Enjoy your continued safe existence.

-You'd be surprised how often that happens.

-Rotate me.

-Yes, Mort.

I shall fly into the penguin party like a regal eagle.

-I thought you weren't allowed.

-Maurice, stop being stupid.

If the king says he will go to a party party,

then you must let him go.

-OK.

-No, not ready!

-(SINGING) Come along and sing a song.

We will help you to stay calm.

When you feel an anger wiggle, calm it with a jolly giggle.

And when your blood starts to rise, hide it with a smile

disguise.

-Say, that is relaxing.

-This ain't no party.

Little help.

-This is how you relax?

-Hold on one second.

Woo!

Uh oh.

-I hope Rico had better luck.

-(SINGING) When you feel an anger wiggle,

calm it with a jolly giggle.

-We need a new strategy.

There must be another way-- what is that?

-It's a desk.

It's got all the latest, Skipper.

Lumbar chair.

-Oh, comfy.

-Multi-colored sticky notes.

Shirtless ninja a day calendar.

-Try and think of this as the start of an exciting new role--

one where instead of going on missions,

you file drawings of them.

-See?

Here's one of your accepting your new job.

-Rico, circuit outrage!

New rule-- from now on, this HQ is a desk free zone.

-But Skipper, you'll pop.

-But Private, blah, blah.

You can't bench a leader.

Now, who among you can do what I do in battle?

Huh?

-Kowalski, action!

-That sounds just like Skipper.

-It works for me.

-I do more than that!

I'm on the front lines obstructing evil!

-And if a mission arises, you simply

submit an action request form.

-You're right.

Maybe I should-- smoke screen!

-It's the alarm for the weapons lab!

-Hans must be raiding it again.

-What should we do?

-Move out without me.

-We'll make you proud, Skipper.

-It's the rushing blindly to danger I'll miss the most.

-Target acquired.

-Hans may be tough, but as long as we work together,

we should-- be easily captured.

-Kowalski, action!

-Hey hey, fancy party!

-Ringtail.

-Oh, office party theme.

Nice.

I've got just the stuff to make it fantastical.

I see you didn't get the memo about Crazy Pants Tuesdays.

We like team players around here, buddy.

-Get out of my office.

-There's no my in team.

Time is money.

File these owies.

-These what?

-Owie, owie, owie!

-Greetings, Skipper.

I see you send your troops to fight for you now.

-Hans, what have you done with my men?

-Oh, you mean my trap bait?

Well, why don't you come see for yourself?

Or else.

-Or else what?

-It's scarier if he imagines it.

-Inflating butt or not, my men need me.

I can do this.

This calls for an action request form, in triplicates!

There we go.

Everything's in its nice little--

-Captain, I photocopied my butt!

-[INAUDIBLE]

-Actually, we don't have a copier, so I just drew my butt.

-Must keep calm.

-Wait.

I think this is your butt.

Hey, you OK?

You're looking kind of glossy.

-I'm upset, and it's not just because of you.

My men went into battle without their leader,

and now they're at the mercy of a psycho [INAUDIBLE].

Well, inflating body or not, it's time to lay down the law.

Get ready, hogs, Papa Justice is coming for you!

GLADYS: This is definitely not my butt.

-Yee haw!

Boing!

Boing!

Woo!

-I like the plasma coil, but do I own too many already?

Perhaps a test is in order.

The shadow of your doom is-- over my head?

-Hans, let my penguins go.

-Skipper?

You're-- different.

-He has a condition.

-Never mind that.

I may be in a ridiculous state, but I can still-- hey!

Stop it!

-Can it be?

Is the great Skipper actually defenceless?

-Com on, fight fair.

-Like this?

At last, Skipper will not foil Hans.

Win for Hans!

-The Inflatium, it's protecting Skipper from damage!

-Maybe stopping me from taking damage, Kowalski,

but not from dishing it out.

Let's bounce.

-The China cannon!

-It tickles.

-[INAUDIBLE]

-Try again.

-Electo beam!

Ion ray!

Particle phaser!

Fusion [INAUDIBLE]!

Laser wave!

Bombzooka!

Shash atomizer!

Zapomatic 9000!

Big Bertha!

-Hans.

Boobie, you're wasting my time.

How's that for a desk monkey?

I've still got it.

-The photocopy, it is Mort's butt.

-You did it, Skipper.

Yay!

-Ah, but he did not foil me.

It was the idiot, not Skipper!

-I'm sure Skipper doesn't care about that.

-I was going to beat him in ridiculous days.

-Skipper, your temper!

-He's approaching critical mass!

-I feel heavy!

-Oh, Skipper.

-Over here, Private.

-Wow.

-I'm somewhat confused.

What happened, Kowalski?

-Fascinating.

It seems the Inflatium merely popped

you out of your outer coat.

And left you with a rather shiny replacement, I might add.

-It's a win-win.

I'm back in action and spared the worst fate imaginable.

-Popping like a balloon?

-No.

Sharing a desk with that guy.

-Little help here?

Spilled the glowing shampoo on me.

-Ringtail, I've got some owies to file.