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[CLOCK CHIMES]

[THEME MUSIC]

-Cute and cuddly boys.

-Come on, come on, come on, come on-- faster, Maurice!

-Just a little more polish.

Eh, eh, done!

-Uh, at last, the royal "postrerior"

has a symbol worthy of its royal awesomeness.

[LAUGHS]

-Ow!

-You OK?

-Do not worry.

Egh.

It is only a royal perch.

Ack!

Nothing can-- ow!

Where is the royal sitting cushion?

-Agh!

Ugh!

[GIGGLES]

My spleen is tickling!

Ugh!

-I'll be honest.

I'd have used Maurice myself, but you are the King.

-What?

Clemson?

-Evil!

-Psst, who's the chair warmer?

-You don't remember Clemson?

He tried to replace you as K--

CLEMSON: Thanks for the intro, Jeeves.

But I think I know how to make an entrance.

Greetings, Your Highness and Lowness.

That's frankly horrifying, but I bring you earth-shaking,

yet-- it's quite funny news.

Behold, the birth certificate of a certain lemur King.

-Aw, look Maurice, it's my baby, pookie prince-- so cute!

-Yeah, if I did-- yeah, but does he--

did you notice the fine print?

The part that says, you weren't born on Madagascar?

-Uh-oh.

-Thus, according to the sacred messy scribbles of lemur law,

Julien cannot inherit the crown.

[GASP]

[GASP]

[LAUGHING]

-Inherit!

That is hilarious!

[LAUGHING WILDLY]

What does that mean?

-It means--

[CHUCKLES ARROGANTLY]

--you can't be king!

-What do you see, Kowalski?

-This new zoom lens is amazing, Skipper-- Mason's nose hair,

Alice's security codes, even Mort looks so close,

it's like he's running right through the lens cup.

[SCREAMING]

-He's gone rabid!

Lethal force approved, men.

Kowalski's expendable.

-Ugh!

-Wait, he's not rabid.

-Hail King Julien!

Clemson is--

-Maurice, you speak babble.

Clarify.

-Clemson's back!

And he has proof that Julien can't be king!

-Is that so?

-You don't understand!

Clemson's going to make himself King now!

Mort and I will have to serve him!

It's a disaster!

-Agree.

Ringtail may be a buffoon, but he's

a relatively harmless buffoon.

But Clemson, he's no buffoon, and that concerns me.

Maurice, legalese options.

-Lemurs pick a new king with a sacred competition.

Julien can't inherit the crown, but he can earn it if he wins!

-Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Dual at dawn?

-Royal obstacle course.

-Oh, so what's the big deal?

-Well, let's just say King Julien

ain't exactly in fighting form, OK?

-Not--

[WHIMPERS] --royalty.

[WHIMPERS]

-He's been this way since he found out he wasn't King.

-Lift-off weird.

-Julien won't think Clemson like this.

-Well, Option Two then-- complete

annihilation of the lemur kingdom.

-Howak!

-Hi.

-Wait, Skipper, I may have an idea.

-Ugh, does it involve freakish mad science?

-Just my brain-switching machine.

-Oh, well as long as it's nothing weird.

-We could use it to switch bodies with Julien

and compete for it.

-There it is!

You can use your crazy penguin science [INAUDIBLE]

to win for me?

Why weren't you saying so?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

-Hey, check me out.

I'm the psycho bird.

Ugh!

Heh.

Oh, OK, that's a little gross.

-You sure Rico's the best choice?

[SPEAKING GIBBERISH]

-Oh, yeah.

[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey, whoa, whoa.

Whoa!

Oh, yeah, yeah!

How about that?

Thank you.

Thank you.

By the way, let's see the ex-King lazy rump beat that.

-Go you crazy beast! (CHEERING) Be aggressive!

B-- E-- aggressive!

-Wait, wait, wait, did Rico just talk, you know, non-gruntingly?

-Marlene, focus on the game.

[BABBLING]

-Julien wins!

-All with the ramming and--

-Wait a minute, what's wrong with your voice?

-Allergies.

What's the next event?

Royal manners.

Thanks!

-Something smells rotten in here.

It always smells rotten here.

But I mean this is really rotten.

[SNIFF] [SNIFF]

-I didn't shower today-- or ever.

OK, I'm going to help, uh, penguins and King Julien now.

-Penguins?

-Eh, took it that!

Not make it.

Not bad.

-Excellente work, Rico.

Up next, royal manners.

Hmm, now who's polite-- sickeningly polite?

Private!

You're up!

-Why, thank you, Skipper.

-Not a compliment.

Kowalski, switch him!

-That's really good work!

-We have outschemed a schemer.

[LAUGHS EVILLY]

-So that's their game.

Well, I have not yet begun to scheme.

They won't beat me twice.

I'll--

[LAUGHS NERVOUSLY]

Is it wrong that I talk to myself this much?

I don't think so.

What do I care?

I'm evil!

[LAUGHS EVILLY]

-It's tea time in the good cake factory.

-What?

I don't prance that much.

Ah, I mean, why, you're being ready for the royal mannersy

contesty thingy.

-Actually, slight change.

Manners requires clear skies.

Our replacement contest is-- hold on a second.

That's right, being mean to servants.

-What?

-You heard me.

SKIPPER: Say the angry word!

-Do it! -Come on, do it!

-Do it!

-Ohh.

Oh, no, I am touching the feet.

You better be mean to me soon.

-Um, bly, Mort is so silly, he-- he

uses his salad fork for his dessert.

I can't do this!

[SOBS]

-Does Julien seem different to you?

-Boo!

Get off the stage, you!

[CRYING]

-Ugh, get Private out of there.

-Darn the luck.

Better luck next time, but coming up,

it's the royal trivia contest.

-Bring on the trivia!

-Trivia contest?

Ohh, wait!

I must have read it upside down.

Hold on a second.

The next event is actually ultimate gorilla wrestling.

-Yo.

[WHIMPERS]

[THUD]

[SMACK]

Leave your buddy alone!

[CRASH]

JULIEN: Ow!

[SOBS]

-I am defeated and what-not.

-What in the name of Patton's bagpipes?

That ape took a dive.

-Dah!

Macon's secretary was that Kennedy--

-Hey, yo, those phantom punches are stronger than they look.

-Blast that trickster!

Those events were hand-picked for Private

and Kowalski's failure.

-Everyone fails at gorilla wrestling.

-Rico could have done it.

-You too.

-We better figure out something.

There's only one event left, and Clemson's winning by a mile!

-(SHOUTING) Evil!

-Skipper, why don't you go?

-Me?

In his body?

-Mmm, ooh-hoo.

Are you supposed to stop when you feel the resistance

or just push through?

-What self-respecting penguin would

agree to switch bodies with a ringtail?

Ha ha ha!

Answer me that.

-But you made us--

-Stay on track, Kowalski.

Now how does Clemson know who's in the lemur suit?

-It's almost as if he's right behind us!

Works in the movies sometimes.

Aah!

-Aah!

-Hey, classy place you got here.

Well, not classy, but it suits you, which is half the battle.

Little tip, though-- your periscope is showing.

-No!

E-- gad!

He was spying on us!

[LAUGHS EVILLY]

-And you played right into my paws.

Oh, it was sweet.

It was beautiful.

It was fantastic.

It was me.

-Grrr!

-Enjoying life as a commoner, Julie?

-Be silent, your insulty things!

You cannot take away a true king's-- hit me, please.

[LAUGHS ARROGANTLY]

-Game over, boys.

Unless you can score, ohh, 744 points in one event,

I'm the true king around here, not just in my head.

And I can't wait to welcome my new servant staff.

Hint-- no days off.

-What do we do?

Clemson is going to be King of the lemurs!

-And I'm going to be a commony commoner

forever-- a loser like that guy.

-And that is how you insult someone!

-Noo.

Nuh-uh.

I refuse to be out-played by a lemur.

I don't care how many points I have to score.

Mark my words.

That schemer will not win.

Do you hear me?

He will not [INAUDIBLE].

And I've got just the plan.

He won't know what hit him.

-Aaah ugh!

Needles-- I got to get over that.

-Winner?

This guy!

-Uhh, I'm thinking he was not being

a good choice for knitting.

-Hey, hi there!

Hey, right back at you.

Love this pointing, and it means nothing.

And now, my right-hand man, Maurice--

we'll change that name, by the way-- king me, baby!

-Uh-huh.

-It's really happening.

This is it.

My moment-- my moment forever.

I'm finally King.

I'm the King!

I'm-- what's with the new crown?

-What happened?

How'd I get back here?

Let me put that another away.

What happened?

How'd I get back here?

-Scared ya!

[CLEARS THROAT]

I mean, ahem, greetings, my worshiping subjects.

-No, I'm me.

I am the King.

Worship me!

-Talk about a sore loser.

-That crown is mine!

Dah!

-Ye-- yes, of course.

I, King Clemison, the great royal crown belongs to you,

handsome lemur, Julien.

-A-ha!

I told you you couldn't beat me.

Why doesn't this feel tight?

-Now, Kowalski!

-Hey, monkeys, I totally tooted in your bananas.

-Lemur run now.

-Can I at least have the crown you sat on in the beginning?

-Ahh!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

-What a proud for the crowds today.

[THEME MUSIC]

[TV ACTION SOUNDS]

-Huh?

Ow!

-Snack run initiated.

Kowalski, hit the sweet and salty mix.

-All right, Skipper.

-Private, Peanut Butter Winkies.

-Yay!

-Rico?

-Oh, Meow-meows.

Ow!

-Negatory, compadre.

-Oh, but, uh, meow-- meow-meows.

-No, no, no, no, no, don't, no.

You know exactly why you can't have Marshmeow-meows.

-Aww!

PRIVATE: Oh, Skipper, the Peanut Butter

Winkies-- there's only one box left!

-What sugar shortage madness is this?

-Ow!

CHUCK CHARLES (ON TV): A sad day at the Wally Winky Factory

in Yonkers, because it's the last day.

After 50 years, the maker of Marshmeow-meows, Fudgy

Ducklings, and Peanut Butter Winkies

is shutting its doors forever.

-Now wait!

-Shutting down the Winky factory?

Ah!

They can't!

-Better grab those Winkies now, folks,

because once they're gone, they are gone.

-Uh!

Grrr!

-What?

-Back off four-eyes!

These Winkies are ours!

Ugh!

-No.

It couldn't be.

-What?

-Nothing.

It's nothing.

Rico, settle our tab.

-Howack!

-Ah!

[COUGHS]

Huh?

Yeow!

-To think the last Peanut Butter Winkies we'll ever taste

are sitting inside this display barrel

just chewing and spitting.

[PTOOEY]

-Hang about.

-Stack and topple-- Plan Echo.

Go!

-Huh!

Hah!

Whoa--oa.

Ooh, and one to grow on.

-Ringtail!

You call this a snacky run?

These Winky cakes taste like a peanut vomited in my face!

-Then why did you eat all of them?

Because sometimes, being the royalty

means sacrificing for the peoples.

Maurice, put me in the noble tragedy pose.

No, the one that is noble and tragic.

Sad arms-- sad arms!

Aw, I will do it myself.

You're lazy!

-I do it for you, my liege!

[CRYING LOUDLY]

-That's it, boys.

Welcome to a world without Winkies-- a zero Winky future!

A Winkyless pit of despair!

-Bye Winky.

-No!

I refuse to give up as long as there's even one box of Peanut

Butter Winkies left in this world!

-Uh, I thought the point was that there wasn't.

-Not in stores-- no.

But I'll bet there is here-- the Wally Winky Factory in Yonkers.

They haven't shut down yet.

And I say, we hit them for every box they've got!

And take the fight right down their running

throats for the Winkies!

What?

-Then it really is true.

You got the drive, the steely grit, the flame in your belly.

-Ah-choo!

PRIVATE: Oh, my goodness!

What?

-Leadership, man!

The next stage in your soldier's training.

We're going into that factory, oh yes.

And you are going to command the mission.

-I'm first command?

You--you think I'm ready for that?

-Of course, you are, right?

I mean, you're not going to crack on me, are you?

Because if the pressure makes you

cave like a spelunker-- eh, Kowalski, help me out.

-We all die horribly while screaming our mother's names!

-Bingo.

So don't do that.

-Uhh!

-Ah, you'll do fine.

Just ask yourself, what would Skipper do?

-Right.

Ooh.

Oh!

-Ooh, good start.

Private, explain these random gesticulations.

-Isn't that what you always do?

-I make hand signals.

They mean things.

-Really?

Then what did mine mean?

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

-What?

Are we cancelling the hula girl decoys?

-(SINGING) Aloha oh-- aw, man!

-OK, um, let's go inside.

-Oh, wow.

-Sweet dandy candy!

-There!

The Winkies production line!

-And it's official.

The last batch of Peanut Butter Winkies

is rolling off for the Shipping Department.

Fare thee well, snack cakes.

These old pipes will sing no more.

This is Chuck Charles, and like the ninja,

I vanish as suddenly as I appear.

Huh!

-These microphones cost money, Chuck.

CHUCK CHARLES (ON TV): I am the ninja!

[YELLS IN JAPANESE]

-Ah, just smile and wave, Private.

It's only the last Winkies ever going bye-bye forever!

-Like fiddlesticks, they are!

Kowalski, Skipper, Winky box intercept, wedge formation!

-Aye, Sir!

-Rico, you and I will-- will--

-Me?

Oh, oh, Meow-meow.

PRIVATE: Oh, um, sure.

We can handle the Winky operation with three.

-Yeah!

Meow-meow!

-Where's, uh, Rico?

-It's all right.

I let him grab some of those sugar-coated marshmallow kitten

treats instead.

-Oh, that's-- ahh!

-What?

You let Rico have Marshmeow-meows?

-S--so that's not what you'd do then?

-Waah!

[SPEAKING GIBBERISH]

-He's going to be hurt!

What do we do?

-Oh, maybe we could all hug a rainbow

and fly to Lunicorn Land, guv'na.

I'm just trying to give you the full "being Skipper"

experience.

-OK.

Um, save Rico, then Winkies.

Go!

[YELLING]

[SPEAKING GIBBERISH]

Aw, meow-meow.

-Kowalski, explainy thing.

-He's gone "marshmeloco."

-And there go the Winkies!

Two minutes in, and I've already fouled up everything.

This isn't what Skipper would do at all!

-Oh, noo.

Come on, you're over-thinking it!

Just get the mission done, man!

-Right.

If the Winkies are off to Shipping,

we can intercept them here, at the Candy Cranes.

-And Rico?

-Meow-meow.

Meow-meow!

-Grab him, drag him, I don't care!

We're in active Winky pursuit!

-There's the fire!

Hoohah!

[MACHINE]

PRIVATE: There!

Engage Winkies!

-Come-- come on.

-Meow-meow.

Meow-meow!

[YELLS]

-Ah!

Help!

What?

Not my head!

That's where my brain lives!

Ahh-ah!

-Meow-meow.

Meow-meow!

-Hang on.

-But the hanging is what makes it so ow-ey!

Owey!

Ahh!

-Meow-meows!

Meow-meows!

Meow-meows!

-The Shipping Department-- just past the Marshmallow River.

Winkies, we can still catch the Winkies!

[SPEAKING GIBBERISH]

-Obsession past the point of reason.

Now you're singing my tune, leader man.

-Meow-meow!

[STUTTERING]

PRIVATE: Hey, Kowalski.

-What?

Yeow!

[LAUGHS EVILLY]

PRIVATE: Whoa, bad Rico!

-Oh, oh, man, yeah.

Ow!

KOWALSKI: Ha-yah!

Ohhh, ugh!

[SPEAKING GIBBERISH]

-That's enough, Rico!

This is a Winky retrieval mission.

There will be no more marshmallow kittens!

[MOANING]

Oh!

-Meow-meow!

-No, no, no, nooo!

-Rico, no!

-Get away from me!

You've done enough damage already!

PRIVATE: Winkies!

-Well led, mission leader.

-Ow!

Ahh!

--[INAUDIBLE] Think the bullet's going to blow!

Ohhh!

Oh!

Whoa!

-Oh, noo!

[SCREAMING]

-Ooh!

-Well, it's the leader's paradox,

Private-- the mission or the man?

Now what would Skip--

-Ugh!

-Will you shut it?

I just love Winkies!

Ugh!

-Go, Private!

Push through this object sucks door.

Nothing matters but the mission.

-Ooh, ah!

Whoa!

-No!

That was the last box of Winkies!

[GRUNTS]

-Hey, Private-- buddy-- eh, what would Skipper do?

Just get the mission done.

Nothing matters but the mission.

-What?

That doesn't sound like me at all!

Ahh!

-Yes!

[LAUGHS GIDDILY]

What?

Don't you give me that look, Winky Man.

I earned this.

I earned this!

I've betrayed all my friends.

And for what?

Bits of moist chocolate-drizzled cake

rolled around the creamed essence

of select Georgia peanuts.

Ugh, I'm not a Skipper at all.

I'm a Rico!

-Rico don't talk to imaginary candy wrapper people.

-Ah!

What have I done?

Hang on, Skipper!

I'm coming!

Yaah!

Wah, ugh!

Skipper, I'm so sorry.

-It's all right, Private, as long

as you learned your lesson.

-Yes.

Yes, Skipper, I'll never put snack cakes

in front of my friends again.

-Wrong!

The lesson is leadership is my job.

You just stick to the cuteness and hackney British slang.

OK, "guv'na"?

-Right, Skipper.

I'm a jolly pip, I am.

Ha ha ha!

RICO: Aaah!

Doh!

Oh, my belly.

-Aw, tummy ache, soldier?

Then I guess you've learned not to eat

so much candy in one eh--

[GAGGING AND BURPING]

-Uh-oh.

[GASP]

(DRAMATICALLY) Oh, the things I have seen.

-Oh, bad meow-meow.

Ooeesh.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]