[bell tolls]
[brassy detective music]
- Hit it. - ♪ Hey-oh, yah, hah ♪
- ♪ Oh, hey-oh ♪ - Yeah.
- ♪ Hey-oh ♪ - ♪ Yeah, oh-hey-oh ♪
[brassy detective music]
[camera shutter clicks]
Cute and cuddly, boys.
[jazzy music]
[bright orchestral music]
[electronic chirping]
Hello.
Look alive, men.
- Time to get us some popcorn. - Uh-huh.
Prepare to commence operation popcorn.
A bit on the nose, isn't it, Skipper?
Easy to remember, though.
That's right.
Roger that, Rico.
Go time.
Private, decoy duty.
No problem.
I've been working on my waddle, Skipper.
Whoa.
[giggles]
Ha!
[gags]
Outstanding.
[crunching]
Regurgitated, just like mama used to make.
[techno music]
Dance, Mort.
Dance for the silly humans
and they throw the delicious poppity-corn at us.
Popcorn! I like this.
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm.
Maurice, your booty is barely shaking.
- Hey! - Watch, eyes on me.
Both eyes, Maurice, your lazy eye too.
- I don't have a lazy-- - No, it's okay.
Look, I have one too.
[laughs] Yes.
You are powerless
to King Julien's superior robot skills.
Whoa! Oh, oh, whoa!
Eh? Ah, eh, ah.
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.
Hey, little animal lover.
Hi.
I'm zookeeper Alice.
Did you know that every last beastie in this zoo
is on a very special diet?
Uh, I guess.
Oh, you guess.
You're a little guesser, are ya?
Well, I have a zookeeper Alice tip for you, little guesser.
Do.
Not.
Feed.
The animals!
[police siren wails]
[many clamoring voices]
Maurice, make them shush now.
Order, order.
Hey, you guys, come on.
Everybody calm down.
There, okay, great.
I can't live without popcorn!
Popcorn!
[all chanting] Popcorn, popcorn, popcorn.
[high-pitched scraping]
- Ugh. - Ooh.
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 to 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.
Okay, 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 the number, Kowalski.
- 42. - Good.
Show me your math 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.
Okay, okay. Let's get a little,
I don't know, creative here.
What if we all, hmm,
worked together to get the popcorn?
Fine, whatever, okay.
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-hmm.
I think so. Rico.
[explosion]
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 will digest itself.
Tell me something else I don't know,
something less disturbing maybe.
Snack storage facility at 11 o'clock.
Blast, it's already 10:57.
We don't have much time.
[growls]
Rico.
No unauthorized personnel on missions.
Sorry, Dollface, maybe another place,
another time.
Attack stack, men.
Target acquired.
[groans in exertion]
Ah-ahh!
Keep it together, Private.
Reverse formation now.
[sniffs]
This reeks of fishy flightless
bird-type creatures.
I suspect that they came this way.
No kidding.
Where's the popcorn?
Agh! 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. Oh!
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.
What?
This doesn't look anything
like the picture on the bag.
Isn't very puffy.
Blah.
[laughs condescendingly]
Only I, King Julien,
have the key to this mysterious mystery.
I've got a clean shot, Skipper.
Hold your fire.
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.
[blows raspberry]
That lunatic will not be our king.
We'll crack that popcorn code.
Skipper, Alice is on the move.
Rico, kill the lights.
[machine gun fire]
- Hey! - I meant turn them off.
[spooky music]
Gah!
Rico.
[explosion]
Mort, Maurice, gather round.
Everyone grab an egg.
Now put it under your bottoms like so.
Think warm bottom thoughts.
Ohm, do like I'm doing.
[together] Ohm.
I think mine's hatching.
[passes gas]
[laughs]
Remind me not to eat that one.
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 sprung a leak.
A leak?
Yo, Alice.
Aren't you supposed to be over here
shoveling 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.
Penguins.
Skipper, I think Alice might be onto us.
What's that, Private?
Kowalski, Rico, hit the water.
Private, help me add the popcorn.
The incinerator, the last place she'll ever look.
Gah!
It's like nothing happened.
Skipper, something happened.
[frenzied popping]
Fire in the hole.
Whoa, whoa!
Earthquake!
I knew it.
Ohm.
It's hatching!
I knew I shouldn't have installed
those decorative spikes.
Kaboom?
I'm going to say yes.
[screechy whistling]
Oh.
I'll get to the bottom--
Yo, Alice, you find that missing popcorn yet or what?
You could say that, yes.
It's a pop-storm,
or--or is it a corn-ado?
[chuckles]
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 by divine right.
Right?
Right.
[snoring]
You know, men,
I'm actually pretty darn sick of popcorn.
[burps]
[rhythmic music]
♪ Making my ice cream ♪
♪ Sprinkling it up ♪
Ooh, ooh.
♪ Now we're adding the cherry on top ♪
Oh!
Mmm.
Less sprinkles next time, okay, Maurice?
I'm gonna relax, take a load off.
- Oh! - Mm,
the sun is much sunnier over here.
See?
[grumbles]
I'm gonna eat my banana.
Hope no one takes it.
Ah, nicely done, Maurice.
Now peel me a grape.
But that was--
Grape, Maurice.
Grape, not lip.
[strangled groans]
Whoo-hoo, hoo. Whoo-hoo.
Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha.
Here's where I last had the camera.
It couldn't just disappear.
Ooh-ooh-ooh.
But-- 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 got to stay sharp.
[burps]
The concrete jungle
is an elusive mistress
who may call us into action
at any given moment.
- [police sirens wail] - Me, 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.
[strained groaning]
No!
Maurice?
Where are you and your booty
which is quite large and usually easy to see?
[screams]
Mort, do not scream at my--
[screams]
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.
[fading scream]
What have you got to say
for yourself now, Maurice?
Oh-oh-oh, you are giving to me the silent treatment.
[chuckles]
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.
Maaau-riiice.
Maurice questioned my kingly authority.
So now he is trapped inside this magic thingie
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 madman 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.
[sighs forlornly]
Kowalski, I said lay off the love smoothies.
Rico.
Hey, mister, that's evidence.
Scuff marks from a portly lemur, my guess.
He stumbled backwards. But why?
Perhaps a localized 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.
Uh-huh, right, hmm. Carry the one.
Ooh, no, that's too much.
Oof!
[gasps]
That confirms our target
landed in this waste receptacle.
El excelente.
[metal clanging]
I know exactly what happened.
Into the can, men.
Kowalski, coordinates.
New Jersey.
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.
What--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.
Oh, 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 out of there.
Kowalski, reason with him.
Ah, reason.
I find reason tedious and boring.
We'll use force.
[fading scream]
[heartbroken music]
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.
Eat the banana!
This is insane.
You are insane!
Come on, fifth wheel, look sharp.
Rico.
Got to 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 blares]
[screams and pants]
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.
[stutters nonsense]
I can't take it anymore.
Okay, fine, you win.
I was wrong about always being right,
and I miss you.
[sobs] I will give anything
to get my big-bootied buddy back.
[groans]
- Children. - Check.
- Bus. - Check.
- Zoo brochure. - And check.
It's a field trip.
All right, boys, we're almost home.
You know what to do.
Yeah, but 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.
Huh?
[groans]
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.
Okay.
All right, boys,
commence operation shoot the moon.
Ding!
Oh!
Three degrees north, Skipper.
Kowalski, adjust vector.
Rico, stretcher.
Lemur, you're up.
I can't take it anymore.
You penguins are psychotic.
Mort, a little more to the left.
Oh, no.
Maurice, I want you back.
Come out.
Great sky spirits, hear my plea.
Sounds like somebody's got a case
of the prelaunch heebie-jeebies.
Ah, ooh.
I don't know.
Whoa!
Maurice!
Oh, ooh.
It's good to see you too.
I am so glad you are back.
Ooh, what? 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 the king, baby.
Private,
whip me up one of them love smoothies.
I need to unwind.
Guys? A little help, please.
[tense detective music]