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And now, DreamWorks... The Penguins of Madagascar.

Hit it. ♪ Hey-Oh, yah, hah ♪

♪ Oh, Hey-Oh ♪

Yeah, dance!

♪ Hey-Oh ♪ Yeah.

♪ Oh-Hey-Oh ♪

Cute and cuddly, boys.

Oh, rested and ready.

Time to greet the night... Oh, thank goodness.

That was a close one.

Oh, gah, stinky, very stinky.

Who would do such a... Penguins.

Private, pillow report?

Fully fluffed and ready, Skipper.

Kowalski, Rico, snack status?

Popped fresh and with curious hints of the briny sea.

Nothing will stand in our way tonight.

Except that foul stench, oh, what is that?

I presume this is yours.

Affirmative.

That's our anti mammal defense missile.

Could have sworn I set it to Lemur.

Nice.

Yum.

Sorry about that, Leonard.

You fancy sticking around for tonight's mission?

Fancy hearing me scream, No!

Did I mention it will take a minimum of eight hours

for the odor to dissipate from your home?

Did I mention that you fill me with blind rage?

Cage that rage, mister.

You're just in time for... movie night.

And just what, exactly, are we watching?

Shirtless Ninja Action Theatre.

We begin our all night movie marathon

with Kick Fist, the man with foot hands.

What, you guys don't get enough violence during the day?

Need to watch it at night too?

How could he do that?

How could you break a wall with your face?

Shh.

Just doesn't seem plausible.

That's all I was trying to say.

TV on, you off.

You have shamed

my family, friends, and local grocer.

Now prepare for the chiro-cracker.

I didn't know a spine could bend like that.

Fascinating.

And that concludes our all night action

movie marathon.

No, action, action, I need more action.

Stay tuned for traffic, weather, and playful banter

amongst people who can't really stand each other

on good morning, five Boroughs.

Morning?

Whoa.

Better vamoose.

Shirtless Ninja Action Theatre.

Phil, really.

You've been behind there forever, come on.

There are two of us in this habitat and only one tree.

Try being a little more considerate.

If you're here to use the tree, get in line.

I should've let him go first.

Oy, fuzzy, get out of my habitat.

Can't you hear?

I said...

I'm getting kind of sick now.

Ow, ow, ow.

Oh, It's hard being cute and cuddly on so little sleep.

I want my Binky!

I mean, something science-y.

Guys, guys, emergency.

Stand down. man.

Though I do love your hustle.

Look you guys can play your little exploding games later,

Leonard's lost it.

The hippie's flipped.

Told ya.

He's got nun-chucks.

Sort of.

I break faces, yay.

I am so firing my body guard.

I am not your body guard.

Not with that attitude.

Leonard's nocturnal.

What's he doing up in the daytime?

Yes, Kowalski, explain the inexplicable.

Leonard's uncharacteristic increase

in aggression during his slumber cycle

can only mean one thing, sleep fighting.

Dun, dun, dun.

Really?

That's possible?

Yes, it's like sleepwalking but more violent.

Dun, dun, dun.

So he thinks he's a ninja?

Of the shirtless variety.

Dun, dun, dun.

Hey, Rico, real quick.

That's not so much dramatic as it

is, what's the word, annoying.

Wah, wah, wah, wah.

What?

Don't start nothing, there won't be nothing.

Ugh, man, my mouth was open.

Hey, who invited the butterball?

I break the face.

I break the face.

What's all the racket?

Whoa, whoa, wait.

Seriously?

Aw, you lost little man?

It is so on.

You cannot be touching me because as a king,

I have the diplomatic immunity.

See, Mort?

He can't touch...

Where's the koala?

Boss?

Yes, it is funny because he is seriously injured.

Excellente, Kowalski.

Boys, let's get this package home.

What is this?

What's happening?

Don't touch my spleen.

Relax, no one's going to touch your spleen.

Sorry, boys.

Maybe next time.

Aw.

Apologies, Leonard, but we think you've got a problem.

You've been flying off the handle

with temporary fits of violent lunacy.

Coo-coo.

Um, that sounds more like you than me.

It does, but we're fully awake for our violent lunacy.

You, on the other hand, are throwing

punches while catching Zs.

We can't have that.

But good news, I've got a plan to kill you

that's both untested and dangerous.

Lay it on him, Kowalski.

Rehabilitation via Lunacorn.

Sweet.

Gosh, Princess Self Respectra,

you'll be my best friend for ever and ever and ever.

Yay.

Eight hours of pacifist mush.

Star kisses, moon hugs, use your happy words.

The Lunacorn cure worked.

That mean we can turn it off?

Like right now?

Those guy are crazy.

I wouldn't hurt a fly.

Buzz.

Buzz.

Do I know you?

Oh yeah, and I got the bruises to prove it.

Look, I kind of don't remember doing that,

but I'm sure if somehow I did, I'd be really, really sorry

so if it's all right with you, I'll just be going.

Oh, oh, that's cool.

Let me just punch your ticket.

Ticket?

For the pain train.

It appears the rats are out for koala blood.

Wimpy, non fight-y nighttime koala blood.

That royal rodent won't be satisfied

until he settled the score.

Boys, time to initiate operation understudy.

Where'd he go?

He's gotta be here somewhere.

Fluffy bears can't just disappear into thin air, right?

Hey, rat, let's do this.

I mean, I'm Leonard.

I'm a weak and whiny weenie.

Please don't hurt me, mister strong mouse man.

Uh, boss, I don't actually think that's...

Go time.

Oh, yeah.

Who the man?

Oh, please no more.

I surrender like the peacenik hippie I am.

Don't you forget it, punk.

Boys, we're out of here.

Wow.

He's as dumb as he looks.

I mean, I wouldn't have thought it...

Shh.

I looked down and there's the proof.

Attack!

Wait, listen, before you pound in the face,

I have just one thing to say...

Oh, come on.

There's no fun in beating up a sleeping guy.

I mean, not that I won't, or anything.

Skipper, look.

Gosh, Princess Self Respectra,

you'll be my best friend forever and ever and ever.

It's better to befriend than offend.

What are you doing?

Hugs are happiness circles we make with our arms.

Peekaboo.

Kowalski, analysis?

I think Leonard's Lunacorn conditioning

may have worked a little too well.

Me and you, we're going to be besties for ever and ever.

Retreat!

So, I guess we won, then.

Um, technically Leonard's no longer a threat,

so mission accomplished.

Right, Skipper?

What do you think?

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday,

one night only at the Metro War Memorial arena.

The mechanized mayhem of King Crush.

King Crush.

Monarch of the monster trucks.

Ten feet tall, 572 cubic inch engine, 1,500 horsepower,

weighing in at a lean 10,000 pounds.

Oh, baby.

Oh, I am dying to see the King mangle

some sub compact fuel efficient dweeb mobile.

How about you, Private?

Excited, right?

Wha... Oh, yes.

Over the moon.

I can't wait.

To the Metro War Memorial Arena.

Last one top side is a rotten egg?

Hello, Mister Skipper, silly penguin.

Hi guys.

Thanks for watching the kids today.

Today?

As in, today, today?

Well, yes.

I made arrangements with Private just yesterday.

Oh, fiddlesticks.

I forgot.

Well, you guys just go to the festival of dirt and fumes

without me, and I'll stay here and what

these adorable ducklings.

That's a noble sacrifice, soldier, but you know,

can you handle all those ducklings by yourself?

Honestly.

I'd be more comfortable if it was just Private.

Ah!

Now, kids, what should we do?

Macaroni art?

Or... what?

Shirtless Ninja Action Theatre.

Yay, ninjas.

Tonight's feature, Zombie Ninja

Master II, the Nightmare Maker.

No, that show is way too violent and non educational

for your impressionable little minds.

But instead, I've got something I know you'll really love.

A big picture book of bunnies.

See how cute they are, hopping about

on their furry little feet?

Lame.

Excuse me, Mister Private penguin,

we are not hatchlings anymore.

We want to do something.

Jump off a skyscraper and learn to fly.

Well, that's not very safe.

Ride the Rhodesian Slasher.

No, no that won't...

Sucker punch each other and see who cries first.

That's a horrible idea, Samuel.

I'm Bradley, he's Samuel.

What if we just went swimming?

When did you last eat?

Don't swim too fast, or too close together, or too

far apart, and no splashing, Samuel.

I'm Ramona.

Oh!

Sorry.

But you do have to admit, you look an awful lot alike.

I mean, who can tell you apart?

JJ!

Sup, Samuel.

Looking good, Ramona.

Awesome as always, Bradley.

What happenings are you up to today?

Not sucker punching, that's for sure.

Mister Private penguin does not believe in having the fun.

Yeah, he won't even let me kick box

my brother in the solar plexus.

Ugh, uncool.

Hey, you know what you guys should do?

Have a boss pool party.

No, no, no.

I'm watching these kids for Mama Duck.

Great.

You can watch them have a boss pool party.

Maurice, whip up a guest list.

The arena's defenses are slip shod at best.

Infiltration will be a cinch.

Then it's the madness of King Crush.

Heads up, novelty hat at 6 o'clock.

Sorry, no outside beverages.

Aw, man.

This hat is a total babe magnet.

I don't make the rules, sir.

I just beat up the people who don't follow them.

Color me frustrated.

Wow, corn dog, yum.

Want some?

You might get dizzy and fall off.

The trick is keeping the outside crispy

and the inside gooey.

Ducklings shouldn't be near hot grills.

What is it that I am smelling?

Could it be barbecues?

We should invite ourselves.

They say no, we sting their face.

More punch?

Sucker.

Those are empty calories, Bradley.

I'm Samuel.

What?

I thought sucker punching was Bradley's thing.

Who do you think taught him?

The point is a growing duckling shouldn't... Wait.

Where's Eggy?

Somebody better call a doctor, because I'm

burning up with dance fever.

Woo.

How are we supposed to spread pestilence with all this noise?

Hey, how long have you been under there?

Listen up, everyone, this party is over.

Sorry, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.

Good, then we get foods.

The ducklings, where are the ducklings?

Mm.

The inside is gooey.

No!

Hey, come back with foods.

Oh, dear.

Hey, can you keep it down up here?

We're trying to... whoa.

That's a lot of chow.

SECURITY SYSTEM Lock down.

Lock down.

Hey, let us in, bird.

Let us in.

Open up, or I sting your face.

If I open up, then you will sting my face.

Who told?

Uh, Mister Private penguin, sir?

How long with those doors be holding?

Oh, not to worry.

We should be safe in here for several...

Minutes.

You open up, now.

Open up, we want the food.

Give us the food.

Deploy toilet plunger.

Coat hangers, go.

Deja pee ew.

Another corn dog?

Okay, okay, okay, don't panic, that's the most important thing, okay?

Everything is okay.

You got that, Ramona?

I'm Samuel.

Whatever.

Who's panicking?

Open up, oh come on, we won't do nothing bad.

We will, I'm just getting all up in his head.

Cute.

Send out another one.

How about some Gouda?

Not to worry, still okay.

I sting your head.

Sting, sting, sting, sting sting.

Leave now, or things will get inconvenient.

Yes, things will get inconvenient for your face.

Wait, stop.

What are you...

And now, for my next act, we sting your face.

Kids, I'm going to level with you.

Things may not, at this moment, be entirely okay.

I spy a hatch.

Bingo.

And release.

This is going to be...

At least we didn't land in the garbage.

No corn dog.

It's opening.

No it's not.

Help.

That tape won't hold forever, bird.

He's right.

I give up.

No matter what I do, sooner or later

those rats and hornets will get in here.

So why fight it?

What are we doing?

Giving up.

Now, hide.

Lock down released.

Hey, what are you doing here?

We are taking over lair to enjoy delicious food stuffs.

Wait a minute, that's what we're doing.

Oh, yeah?

Here is witty retort.

I sting your face.

Yeah?

I break yours.

Wow, that looks painful.

This is better than Shirtless Ninjas.

If I'm not watching total vehicular mayhem

in the next five minutes, my head will explode.

Rico, door knocker, please.

Knock, knock, King Crush.

Yeah, just let me in through the...

Skipper?

Run.

I sting you.

Yay, I won.

Oh no you didn't, now shoo.

Can I at least snag a banana?

Okay, okay.

Thank you, Private for taking such good care of my babies.

Yes, thank you Mister Private.

You're very welcome Ramo-Brad-Uel-Y?

Close enough.

Bye.

Adios.

Thanks.

See you later.

So, how was King Crush?

Well, oh, it was none of your business.

Brought you a souvenir.

Should have stayed here with you.