[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.
[all snoring]
[alarm blaring]
[all muttering]
Oh, what is it?
I didn't touch it, I swear.
[computerized voice] Evacuate, evacuate!
We're under attack.
Okay, ow.
Ooh.
Gentlemen, if this had been
an actual tennis ball machine uprising,
we would have lost.
Game, set, match.
This was a drill?
Affirmative.
[laughs nervously]
[sighs sadly]
Sorry, Skipper.
Don't be sorry, Private. Be alert.
You never know when our enemies are about--
Whoa!
What in the ham steak?
Um, Skipper?
Is this part of the drill?
Here you go, Doc.
Four penguins ready for treatment.
Why, thank you, Alice.
[humming]
This is just a routine visit to the doctor.
Turn and cough, boys. Turn and cough.
Okay, who's my first victim?
[ominous music]
[hoarsely] Wow.
That's a big needle.
Oh, let's start with you, friend.
[whimpers]
This, uh, is all routine, men.
Nothing to--
Yeowch!
Nothing to fear here.
Just a routine visit, totally normal.
Uh, don't--don't panic, men.
Keep it together!
Um, okay.
Next.
Be strong, Kowalski.
Be strong.
Good Galileo.
Galileeeeeee!
The man's a butcher.
Rico, evac.
Move, man, move!
Huh?
All righty.
You're up, pal.
[blood-curdling scream]
[footsteps approach]
Ha!
[squeaking]
Okay, and now--oh!
Think again, Dr. Deranged.
I don't do needles.
I don't mean to be cheeky,
but why'd the doctor have to give the shot in the bum?
Our fleshy buttocks make ideal distribution points
for injected medicines...
Juh! Unfortunately.
[growls]
Ah!
[laughs]
Listen to us carrying on.
It was just a little pinprick.
Skip would be ashamed of us.
Yes, I expect him to drop through that hatch any moment
and call us a bunch of whiney babies.
Look out, men. Look out.
Our entire operation has been compromised.
Compromised?
Is--is this another drill?
Negative.
All you need to know is, we've got to...
[computerized voice] Evacuate, evacuate.
Pack light. Only the essentials.
In less than two minutes, we leave this base... forever.
- Forever? - Forever?
[computerized voice] Forever.
I've got the zoo in total lockdown.
Nobody gets in. Nobody gets out.
Is that really necessary, Alice?
Yes!
[whispering] I'm telling you, that penguin is a tricky one.
Lockdown. They're on to me.
I mean us.
This complicates our escape considerably.
Hotdog cart at 3:00.
Roll out.
Rico, lights.
Light!
Kowalski, options.
We'll need a diversion.
I suggest releasing the spider monkeys.
"Bedlam" is their middle name.
They never disappoint.
Amid the chaos, we escape through the south entrance.
Good. And then?
Then we get jobs as holiday store displays.
When we've earned enough money, we build a new secret lair,
one with laser beams.
Ooh, laser beams!
Bbbrrrttt, bbbrrrttt, bbbrrrttt!
Solid plan, Kowalski.
I dig it.
Me too, but I do have one question.
Shoot, little private.
Uh, didn't you get your shot, Skipper?
Uh, yeah. Yeah!
Of course I did.
What could possibly make you think such a thing?
The doctor didn't take your ankle tag.
[sighs]
I can't lie to you men.
We're leaving this zoo because I'm afrai-ai-ai-ai-aid.
You're a fray yay yay yay yay?
No, I'm afrai-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga.
I'm not familiar with that term.
I'm africka-licka- licka-licka-licka.
It sounds like he's trying to say he's... afraid.
Gah!
Private, that's the most absurd,
ridiculous, nonsensical--
No, Private's right.
We're leaving this zoo because I'm afraid to get a shot.
- [gasps] - [gasps]
[gasps]
Actually, I kind of suspected.
Skipper, there's nothing to fear from a visit to the doctor.
Except his big shot needle
and its slow burn of pain that...
[growls]
That doesn't feel as bad as it feels.
We'll be at your side every step of the way.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[breathes deeply]
Gentlemen, it's an honor to serve with you.
Come on.
It's time to stop running.
There she is.
Just waddle over, and turn yourself in.
Nothing to it, right, Skipper?
Skipper?
Eh, eh, eh, eh!
Skipper!
[elephant bellows]
Squawk!
[sultry synthesizer music]
You really don't want to get that shot, do you?
[dramatic music]
I don't think we're going to catch him.
Clearly, he is the master and we his unworthy students.
[groans]
If we don't find an answer soon,
Skipper may leave the zoo grounds...
forever.
Forever?
[computerized voice] Evacuate.
We can't lose Skipper.
There must be some way.
Wait.
Alice is looking for a penguin wearing an ankle tag, right?
Private, you're not thinking...
Indeed I am, I think.
But if you are thinking what I think you're thinking,
I think it could be risky.
If it means getting the Skipper back,
it'll all be worth it.
Okay, here's what I'm thinking.
We change the zoo records to say there are only three penguins.
Hold that thought.
You! Freeze!
Huh, I thought you were taller.
Ooh!
Oh, well.
Yes!
Private's plan is working.
Phil, I don't know how to break this to you.
There is no checkmate in checkers.
Ugh! You groom your mother with those hands?
All the trouble you caused, I should get hazard pay.
Private's sacrificing himself...
for me.
I say, how long have you been under there?
Two shots in one day.
The boy's not going to sit for weeks.
Pardon?
Private pulled the old switcheroo on Alice.
She thinks he's me.
He's going to take my shot.
Oh, dear.
Phil says if private has already had one shot,
a second one could make him quite ill...
or worse.
Doc? Hey, Doc.
I got your missing penguin.
[sighs sadly]
Skipper? What are you doing here?
Saving you from saving me.
But it's all right.
I don't mind taking another shot.
I can always turn the other cheek.
You'll mind if it makes you sick or worse.
How worse?
You know, the chimps didn't say.
I assume you would grow a second head or something.
I don't want a second head.
Then hurry, man.
The doc'll be here any second.
Ooh!
You know, Skipper,
none of us think any less of you for being afraid.
Well, I do.
My fear almost hurt a friend.
Now get out of here, soldier.
[footsteps approaching]
Well, there you are, my little friend.
Now, please hold still.
This won't hurt at all.
[prolonged yell]
[birds squawking]
Actually, it was excruciating.
But it could have been worse.
It's funny how fear feeds on itself,
like an engorged tick ripe with blood,
ready to burst in the shower.
Skipper, please.
Oh, sorry, men.
The point is, fear of medical professionals
is completely unwarranted.
Yes, the benefits to one's health and well-being
are simply too--
Looks like you penguins are due
for a visit to the dentist.
The dentist?
[screams]
Splash!
But we don't have teeth.
Tick!
Gong!
[slurps] Ah, Sunday morning.
Sunday morning? Huh-uh, no.
It is still Saturday night, baby.
The sky spirits told me.
Sky spirits?
Yes, they send me signs because I am the king.
See that cloud?
It says to me, "party with the pansies."
"Chimpanzees."
And we were enjoying a quiet morning,
if you don't mind.
I do mind.
That cloud there said, "party time,"
so it is time to party, mister.
Crank up that crazy conga rhythm, Mort!
[lively music]
[groans]
Oh, please.
Not conga.
♪ I am the conga king ♪
♪ Doing the conga "thing" ♪
♪ Tail up and tail down ♪
♪ Hold my bottom and sing ♪
♪ Let's all go Conganga ♪
♪ More fun in Conganga ♪
♪ You can't stop Conganga ♪
♪ Jump in line and sing Conganga! ♪
♪ Let's all go Conganga ♪
♪ More fun in Conganga ♪
♪ You can't stop Conganga ♪
♪ Jump in line and sing Conganga! ♪
♪ Please don't be tardy ♪
♪ 'Cause we're having a nonstop dance party ♪
♪ That noise, little boys ♪
♪ Is called congan-conganga ♪
♪ Conganga ♪
together: Conganga!
Whoo-hoo!
Yay for King Julien!
Come on, you funky monkeys.
Jump in line.
He must be stopped before he congas again.
An eclipse?
What's that have to do with king dancy-pants?
The sky spirits, you say?
Phil, that is positively diabolical.
Lovely.
[laughter]
Hoo-ee.
I am swimming in kingly sweatiness.
Turn up the fan, Maurice.
[sniffing]
Oh, that is funky...
and not in a musical way.
King Julien, you are truly inspiring.
Oh, I know. It is from the dancing.
Yes, about the dancing.
We were just conversing with the sky spirits--
Word up.
The sky spirits love me.
Peace out, sky spirits.
Uh, wait, wait, wait.
"Conversing"?
Indeed. Phil translates, actually.
Begin countdown.
Anyway, the sky spirits want to tell you something
right about...
now.
Eh, why is the blue sky not sky bluish?
Somebody made the sky spirits very, very angry.
Yeah? I wonder who that.
Skipper, something's wrong with the sun.
He finally did it.
Who did what?
My mad dolphin nemesis, Dr. Blowhole.
He blew out the sun.
Actually, according to my calculations,
it is the rare cosmic event known as a solar eclipse.
Huh?
Are you sure it's not the crazed handiwork
of my marine mammal foe?
It's totally natural.
The moon is between the Earth and the Sun.
Ooh, it's a total eclipse.
Wow!
Are you as totally stoked about this as I am?
Uh, it should only last a few minutes.
Forever? No more Sun forever?
Phil?
'Fraid so.
The sky spirits are terrifically peeved at you.
Apparently--and this is them talking, not me--
they feel that you're rude, bossy, selfish.
Oh, and they absolutely loathe the all-night dance parties.
Maurice, say something to them.
Sorry. I don't speak sky spirit.
Gah. Ooh.
What can I do to make them love me again,
oh, to bring back the Sun?
Phil?
Ridiculous.
The king would never stoop so low.
Uh, how low are we talking?
Like this?
Well, change your kingly ways.
Be less bossy, less rude.
And less conganga.
[gasps]
Hear me, sky spirits.
I get the message!
I can change!
I mean, you know, a little.
[dramatic music]
Uh, make it a lot, and you've got yourself a deal.
Okay, you win.
I'll change bigly.
Yes.
Yes! Thanking you, sky spirits.
I will not let you down.
Good luck with the nice new you.
Nice? Oh, I'm going to need a little help with that.
Oh, hello.
You are the nicest guy here.
Make me be nice.
I command you!
That wasn't very nice.
Then you are failing already.
[clears throat]
I mean you are the nicest guy here, right?
Oh, well, that's very kind of you to say.
Ah, aha!
See? That's what I'm talking about, right there.
The nice, I need some of that.
Kowalski, analysis.
I'm picking up good vibrations.
Please!
If you don't help me, every day will be an all-night party
without the party part.
The sky spirits said so.
Sky spirits?
Yes, did you see the darkness?
Oh, the eclipse.
No, the darkness.
It was my fault,
and now I'm doomded to be nice,
and I don't know how to do that.
Well, if you want others to think of you as nice,
you could start by being nice to others.
Genius.
[cheerful scatting music]
[machine whirring]
Whew.
[squeaking]
Beh!
Boing!
Boing, boing!
Ahh!
Just waiting for you to roll over
so I can fluff up your pillow.
Not necessary.
It's okay. I am prepared to stay all night.
I like a hard pillow.
Oh, I could be your pillow.
My bottom is very plush and fluffy, you know.
[growls]
That's it.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
For you or Julien?
Whatever works.
You can stop now, please.
Just quit being nice already.
Oh, I see.
This is a test to see if I can stay nice
even when you get all mean and screamy.
Clever penguin.
And now the test is to be nice to someone else,
someone you've never been nice to ever before.
Hmm. Okay.
Oh, Mort!
This is the life.
Ever since the chimps told him
about the sky spirits hatin' on him
and shutting out the lights...
Villain Mason?
Looks like the chimps played ringtail for a chump.
I am so happy.
Ew.
It's shiatsu... I think.
Listen up.
The truth is, the darkness had nothing to do
with any so-called sky spirits or you.
You were conned, tricked, played for a patsy.
That kind of talk can get you in big trouble
with the sky spirits, mister.
But--
Do you want to be the one massaging Mort?
I do not think so.
[dramatic music]
Skipper, I have what you're looking for.
Outstanding.
So when's the next big eclipse?
From today?
27 years, in Brazil.
Oh, I've always wanted to go to Carnaval.
Okay, okay, think.
We need another sign from the sky spirits.
Dealer takes two.
A losing hand. That's the signal.
Stone generator is a go.
Four aces. I win!
In your face!
Uh, I mean, of course, this is your hand.
I was only holding it.
- [large machinery whirring] - Uh-oh.
Sounds like the sky spirits are trying to send you a message.
But I am being extra crazy nice.
Well, New York's sky spirits are fickle pickles.
If they send us a spy spark...
Uh, a sky spark?
Yes, that's their way of saying--
That I have to be even nicer?
No!
If you see a flash in the sky,
that means you can stop with the being nice.
No more pillow fluffing?
Bingo.
Like this never happened.
Go, go, go!
[laughs deviously]
[bell tolls]
[electricity crackling]
Uh, this is all so complicated.
[sizzling]
Did you see it?
Uh, see what?
Oh, dear. I think he missed it.
But we did create a... cloudburst.
[groans] The sky spirits are crying.
No, it was a sign from above.
The sky spirits want you to go back
to your old royal pain self.
[squeaks] I can conganga again?
I don't know what that means, but yeah, sure.
Go for it.
[cheerful vocal music]
Whoo, colorful.
Is that the sign of which you were speaking?
Yeah, that's the one.
Oh, powerful New York sky spirits,
I read you loud and clear.
Because you helped me get back the sky spirit love,
I will now spread some of that love here, now,
and for a long time to come.
Oh, please, no.
Whoo-hoo!
Oh, please, yes!
Party time, pansies!
Mission accomplished, men.
[brassy detective music]