[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.
[military music]
[yawns]
Hm?
Huh?
What?
Mort, is that--
are you--but how are all these Mort?
Help!
Maurice, there are Morts
here, there, and everywhere.
I must be dreaming
the most horrible dream inside my head.
Quick, pinch me. Now bite me.
Now slap my face, and spank my right buttock.
Am I awake yet?
They're the new stuffed Mort dolls
from the zoo gift shop.
The kids just love 'em.
Meh. Just look at this silly Mort doll thing.
It is the most ugliest and stupidest--
Uh, that's actually the real Mort.
Hi, it's me.
Ow!
Very well. On to new business.
Please refrain from yanking the hats off visitors
when they stroll past your habitats.
There are legal issues, and more importantly,
it's just plain rude.
Well, of course, we can still fling poo at them.
That's tradition.
Those new Mort dolls sure are cute.
I would go so far as to call them
downright adorable, Marlene.
- Ah! - The more of me, the merrier!
Yippee! Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Come on, cheer up. At least you have a toy.
The last shipment of otter dolls was sent back to the factory.
Eh-eh-eh. Sent back, you are saying?
Well, they did have a few-- I don't know--minor defects.
Ow!
Defects?
Hm, now, there is an idea.
[angry yelling]
Hey, so what's up with the commotion?
I don't know. I'm gonna have to wait
for my away team to report
before declaring defcon red.
Uh-huh. Real quick, what exactly is a "defcon red"?
Classified.
Just hope you never live to see one, sister.
Skipper, reports indicate that the new Mort plushes
are tainted with some sort of toxic substance.
They're recalling the whole inventory back to the factory.
A factory recall?
Wait a second.
Uh-oh. It's Alice.
No wonder they're sending these things back.
- Pee-ew! - [splashes]
Skipper, look.
No, that's me in there.
I like me. Bring me back. I fall!
Sad eyes.
Ew. Why do the other mes stink?
It was you, wasn't it?
No, of course not. How daring of you!
Wait, what do you mean?
What did you do to those Mort dolls?
I am certain I must not have the slightly foggiest idea
of what you are speaking of.
[brassy detective music]
[laughs maniacally]
Oh, yes.
Have at them, my foul black and white friends.
Yes! Spray away!
You there, go, go.
Ah, you missed a spot.
[laughs maniacally]
Fine.
I was maybe indirectly responsible
in a way that's not my fault
for the recalling of the annoying Mort dolls.
Who is caring?
- Mort. - The real Mort.
The one that was taken along with his stuffed toys.
Huh? Ah!
Stop--stop with the being so ridiculous.
The real Mort is right here, safe and soundly.
Isn't that right, Mort?
Well, can't we just keep this one instead?
Somebody has to go after him.
Don't worry. This is what we do.
Ohh. Maurice.
What have I done?
I already miss having that annoying Mort around
so that I can hate him.
[static and beeping]
We have a confirmed address on the target, Skipper.
Now some transport.
I told Harry to his face that I'm going to write him up
next time he's late.
Hey, I know everything
that goes on around here.
Everything.
[brassy detective music]
Kowalski, report.
It's dark.
I concur. Rico, weapons check.
[retching and clanging]
Outstanding. Private, sound off.
Uh, are we there yet?
Not yet, Private.
Wait for it. Wait for it.
And...
move out. Now!
Right. Back in the box.
Any word on the rescue?
Yes, we have a delivery confirmation.
Skipper and company were delivered to the factory
at exactly 7:30 A.M.
Eastern standard time.
Signed for by a C.W. Smith.
[laughs]
Rico, get him out of sight.
Kowalski, have you bypassed the security scanner yet?
I can't seem to crack the retinal scrambling code.
Keep at it. Mort's here somewhere.
And he's counting on us.
[alarm blares]
[gasping]
Huh?
Switching to collate on my mark.
Five, four, three.
[popping]
Evasive action. Do we have enemy movement?
Skipper, we're taking fire!
We're also giving some, right, Rico?
[retching]
Steady, boys.
Stand by to toast this marshmallow.
Ha-ha! Popcorn, anyone?
- It's fresh. - Julien?
How did he get here?
Oh, I sent myself
super-platinum premier overnight express.
This is how a king is to be rolling.
But you're the reason Mort's here in the first place.
Which is why I must lend my kingly cleverness to help.
So who enjoys the honor of carrying my luggage?
Rico? Stamp his royal highness return to sender.
[menacing snarl]
[clamoring]
Okay, you win. Forget the luggage.
[snarls excitedly]
Skipper, we could use an extra set of eyes
to cover our left flank.
- Uh-huh. - [sighs]
All right, ringtail. You're in.
Ooh, ringtail.
Is this my code name?
[brassy detective music]
Sweet Mother MacArthur!
Will you just take a lookout position?
Why did you not just say so?
Hum-do-dum-dum.
Ooh.
Defective items scheduled
for immediate destruction.
Ahhh!
Somebody help me!
Oh.
Oh, no. This crown is all wrong.
My noble kingly nose is looking too big here.
Where is the quality controlling in this dump?
[alarm blares]
[brassy detective music]
Whoa!
What?
You are now officially a hazard to this operation.
[distant scream]
Double time it, boys.
Just--just stay out of sight, ringtail.
[panting]
[suspenseful music]
Kowalski, hit the kill switch.
Kill the hit switch!
[beeping]
Switch the kill hit!
Danger. Danger. Danger.
Ah!
[all scream]
Skipper!
What kind of sick and twisted toy factory is this?
Hang on. I'm going to bypass the central wire
thingamajiggie.
[suspenseful music]
- Oh! - [screams]
Rico, surprise me.
[retches]
Last words, anyone?
[together] Ah!
Ringtail to the rescue!
Ringtail.
No need to drop to your knees
to thank and worship me.
[screaming]
Whee! We're safe!
And so, as of tonight,
there's been no word from the penguins or Julien
concerning their valiant efforts to rescue Mort.
I'm afraid we'll have to assume the worst.
- Hi! - Whoo-hoo!
You guys made it!
And Mort! He's home!
[together] Yeah!
Ha-ha.
I am so happy to have my kingdom together again.
Mort, you are free to resume worshiping me.
There's no place like home.
Check it out. The zoo has a new bestseller.
Well, would you look at that.
Kudos, Private.
Private? Private?
Hello?
Anybody?
[brassy detective music]
All right. So why are we are?
Ah, the question that has vexed common man
and philosopher alike.
That's not what you're going for, is it?
Maurice said he's got a very important announcement.
All right, might I have everyone's attention?
Everyone, eyes and ears.
Hello? Is anyone listening?
Quiet!
Thank you.
It is my honor to introduce King Julien,
leader of lemurs, lord of the ringtails,
et cetera, et cetera,
et cetera!
[hip-hop music, applause]
[music and applause stops]
Ha-ha-ha, thank you, Maurice,
for your hearty "et ceteras."
I will cut to the chases.
In a few hours, we celebrate
the biggest holiday of the year.
Christmas in July!
Except...
not Christmas,
and it's not July.
Look how playfully they tease me, Maurice.
Ha-ha. You know I am speaking of King Julien Day.
How could you not? It's on every calendar.
What about this one?
Maurice.
Ah-ha. There it is. See?
So shut up and start shopping.
- [hip-hop music, applause] - Ha-ha!
So what is King Julien Day?
On King Julien Day, everybody loads up the gifts
on the king and pretty much does whatever he says.
It's eight kinds of fun.
No lie.
I see.
Well, in that case, pass.
Listen to me.
You don't understand this here situation.
You want King Julien to be happy on his holiday.
One time everyone forgot about King Julien Day, I tell you.
Which forgetter is next for their whooping?
Come on!
I want you to hurt like I do!
[laughs maniacally]
Oh, I couldn't sit right for a week.
Trust me, you do not want him to freak on you.
- We'll take our chances. - Please!
King Julien Day is my favorite holiday
in the whole wide world.
I love it this much!
That's a whole lot of love relative to body mass.
Whoa, does anyone remember
that kid's birthday party here last week?
Ah, yes.
Poor little chap's party got rained out.
Well, when the humans ran for cover,
Mort and I snatched this.
Do you know what the people put in these things?
Candy! Lots of it.
The forbidden fruit-flavored food?
I crack it open on my belly and dig out the creamy center.
Mm-mm.
That's right. This piñata is full
of sweet deliciousness.
Mm-hm. What have we here?
[screams]
- Ooh. - Ooh.
Ah.
Lots more where this came from.
And it'll all be yours if you all just celebrate
King Julien Day like you mean it.
[groans and grunts]
Ah!
Happy Me Day.
Maurice thinks he can bribe us with his piñata promises.
Sadly for him, penguins are not for sale.
- Right, men? - Ooh. What all do you think
is in there? I think there are butterscotch lollies
- and sourballs. - I'd say we're looking
at a 50-50 mixture of gummy fish and candy buttons.
Yay, buttons!
We may never know,
because today we are performing
scheduled maintenance on the H.Q.
Perhaps we could postpone?
Negative. You can't just reschedule
scheduled maintenance that's been scheduled
right on the schedule.
The Skipper's right.
Candy is candy.
I mean duty is duty.
[all sigh]
Buttons.
Shore leave granted for today, men.
Now get out of here.
Bunch of knuckleheads.
Yeah!
Where are my guests?
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
It is time to celebrate me and the many moods of me.
Today: festive me.
King Julien Day! King Julien Day!
Hello. We are here for the candy,
uh, party.
Yes, welcome, my loyal royal subjects.
Happy King Julien Day!
See, the otter is in the holiday spirit.
Maurice?
Everyone now bask in the glory that is King Julien.
Go ahead. Bask.
[together] Ooh. Ah.
Bask harder.
[together] Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah.
Now just the fellows.
Ooh.
Ladies.
[nervously] Ooh-ooh?
Hm. The ladies sound a little weak.
You know how that makes me, Maurice.
Hey, now, let's get this party started.
Everybody, let's limbo!
Yes. Limbo contest.
[techno music]
[grumbles]
[techno music]
Ah! Must have candy.
Now I will make you all feel inferior,
which is proper.
[joints crack]
Yes! Did you see?
I am not only the king, but I am the limbo king too.
King Julien wins the limbo contest.
Thank you.
Thank you for your boisterous and loving cheers.
Hello? New York,
put your hands or other appendages together now.
Next, the traditional King Julien Day
tossing of the fruit.
Yeah!
Tossing of the fruit?
Tossing it where exactly?
At you exactly.
- At us? No. - Eh?
Did I hear someone say no?
He didn't say no.
Mm. Chewy center.
I said "yo."
As in "Yo, I am down with that."
I'll buy that. Then let the fruit fight begin.
- [laughs] - Yes.
You love getting hit with my unripe fruit.
I can tell from your screams.
Ah!
Nothing more satisfying than a job well done.
I just cleaned that!
Ah!
What the?
Huh? [grumbles]
Now where was I?
Oh, yeah. It's time for the bake-off.
You have one hour to bake the king
the best King Julien Day cake ever.
Because what is a party without a cake?
Well, it's still a party, I suppose,
but it feels like something is missing.
Something cakey.
Anyone here know how to bake?
Why are they shaking when they are supposed to be baking,
- Maurice? - Well, that's not
- what they're saying. - I think they are,
and I am about to freak on them.
Oh, here it comes.
The freak-out!
I've always wanted to learn baking.
See, no need to freak.
The bake-off starts now.
[whimsical music]
[retches]
[clock ticking]
- [buzzer rings] - Time!
Ooh, very nice.
Do I see bugs in there?
Lemurs love bugs, right?
[laughs]
Yes. Ordinarily.
But I am on a low tick diet.
But--but--but.
Pineapple upside down cake
glazed with brown booger.
My mistake. Brown sugar.
Eh, just in case,
next!
Death by chocolate.
Oh, the chocolate part sounds promising.
We didn't actually have chocolate as such...
Buttons!
Eh, what did you have?
Um, mainly mud.
Nice presentation.
Bring it so that my belly may taste its yumminess.
I'll bring it.
La, la.
Oh!
[gasps]
There. Good as new.
Ugh. I was so looking forward
to eating my delicious cake.
How can I look forward to eating nothing?
Answer me, Maurice?
They'll--they'll make new cakes.
New bake-off on the double!
Hold it, party boy.
One quiet day of scheduled maintenance.
Is that too much to ask?
Is it?
You bombard me with music and fruit and this.
Newsflash, lower mammal,
there's no such thing as King Julien Day!
[all gasp]
Oh, boy.
My cake is back!
It's my cake, everybody!
It came back.
Silly penguin.
Have some in your head, not on it.
- Hey! - I am thinking
that this was the best King Julien Day ever.
- Whew. I think so too. - [laughs]
- What a sicko. - Tell me about it.
You saved my big old behind, Skipper.
And you earned this crew one big old piñata.
[together] Yeah!
Yes!
Candy! Candy!
Right.
Bang up job, Skipper.
I can almost taste that butterscotch lolly.
What do we have here?
A big paper horse?
How did you know that this
is the present I have always wanted?
I will name him...
Bob.
Uh, your majesty, that's actually a piñata.
A pin-what-a?
Why are you making up words, Maurice?
Come, Bob.
Let me show you around.
But our-- our candy.
Silly king me.
I almost forgot the traditional sharing of the sweets.
And wouldn't you know, Bob has candy guts.
Dig in.
Enjoy Bob's guts on me.
[brassy detective music]