[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.
[ominous orchestral music]
♪ ♪
Impact imminent.
Appears to be a meteor, Skipper,
coming in hot and fast.
Something tells me this is not good at all.
I've got a visual.
Give me the worst-case scenario.
It wipes out the entire Eastern Seaboard.
- Oh. - Best-case scenario?
Um, Ohio is suddenly Beachfront property.
Ah, Cleveland!
Negatory.
I like the beach where it is.
Rico!
Meteors can do that?
Well, technically speaking,
nuh-uh!
Brace for impact!
- Is that... - It can't be.
But it is. It's...
Lemmy!
Come back home.
Oh, how I have missed--
oh! That's hot! Hot!
- Too hot to handle? - Of course not, Maurice.
Mort will give the royal "welcome home" hug.
Go ahead.
[sizzling]
[screams]
I still don't like robot.
70 million miles to Mars and back!
Give it up for craftsmanship.
But why did he come back here?
Silly penguin, this is his home.
Hold on. Last we saw,
the robot was in the grips of an evil space squid.
How'd you escape, Lemmy?
Of course, the penguin fighting techniques we taught you.
Hmm, sorry.
Those are the dance moves I taught him.
Go, Lemmy.
Bust a movement.
Ah, not sure what that is, though.
- That's one of yours. - Nope!
That's definitely one of your la-dee-da moves.
I think he's trying to tell us something.
If I'm reading these signs right,
he's saying...
[boom]
[growling]
Space squid! [screams]
You broke robot.
[laughs] Thank you, Squiddy!
Mort, no!
[splat]
Ah! It has heisted my boomy box.
And I can't move me.
Mort, must it always be about you?
Mort is experiencing complete and total immobilization...
Yay.
Though he retains the power of speech,
which should be obvious.
How long will it last?
- A week, maybe two. - Dandy.
What am I supposed to do with him until then?
I could be a feet rest.
Oh, that's a good idea, Mort.
Mmm.
Happiness is a warm foot.
Eh...
no.
Well, the news about Lemmy is better.
His self-repair protocols have activated,
and the head is already unlocked.
In a few hours, Lemmy will be fully operational.
Fantastic. We need every man on his feet and fighting.
- Or dancing. - Twinkle toes ain't gonna
squash this squid, Ringtail.
Skipper, are you sure the space squid is evil?
This could be a wonderful chance
to make friends across the stars.
Skipper, may I?
Naive nonsense, Private.
Do you know what a lifetime devoted to Sci-Fi movies
- has taught me? - What, you'll never be
- a big hit with the ladies? - Besides that.
Aliens are evil.
They are slimy, disgusting, and ruthlessly determined
to conquer and-or consume the penguin race.
Um, I don't know if this is important--
seems a little borderline to me--
but Squiddy is taking your talking box.
Grab it!
Yeah, I'm not touching that.
I hear ya.
[growling]
It got... bigger.
Keen insight, Kowalski.
You see, Lemmy,
penguins lack the panache.
Look, this is a complex situation
with a lot of variables in play.
You understand, don't you, Lemmy?
See, Lemmy gets that sometimes we're forced to...
improvise plans.
Yes, plans like "grab it."
You got a better idea?
Let's say we should split into teams,
spread out over the zoo, and trap this spacey squid.
That's the most--
Wait, did that actually make sense?
Well, you know, by pure random chance,
he was bound to have a good idea sooner or later.
Kowalski, Rico, you've got the eastern quadrant.
Private, take the lemurs and canvass the north.
And, Lemmy, you're with me.
Uh, no.
Lemmy should be with me.
I am his mojo mentor,
his soul sensei.
Wrong.
Lemmy's a fighter, not a prancer.
Give it! Give it!
Uh, fine. You can come with us.
Hmm?
Ahem.
And just what, may I ask, are you doing in my habitat?
That's classified,
need-to-know, and top secret.
I'm picking up extraterrestrial energy.
It definitely came through here.
Wait a minute. Extraterrestrial energy?
Like I said, "need-to-know."
Well, I think I need to know.
When you wake up, all you will recall
is that we spoke of sports and weather.
[clicking pen vigorously]
Um, why are you clicking that pen?
Uh, I thought this was my sonic brain eraser.
My bad.
[clicking pen]
[clattering]
There it is.
[screams]
Ah! What's going on?
Nothing, nothing at all.
Um, don't mind us, Marlene.
We're just looking for, um, something.
Back to sleep now. Nighty night.
Yeah, don't think so.
Not until you-- what are you holding?
Homemade friendship bracelets
for that thing we're looking for.
For that thing.
You're looking for-- that thing is alive.
That thing is alive and in here?
What is it?
That's a little hard to say.
But on a positive note,
I don't think it's in here any longer.
All right, you two, out of here.
And tomorrow we're going to have a nice long chat
- about boundaries. - Would you at least
like one of these friendship bracelets?
You are too much. Yes, thank you.
Easy.
Danger could lurk around any darkened corner.
Lemmy, you are like Christmas morning,
full of surprises.
Ha-ha! Check it out.
I'm clubbing.
[imitates dance beat] ♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
Yeah.
Clubbing is not in Lemmy's mission parameters.
Lemmy's mission is to have a good time
all the time.
Give it!
What is that?
Uh, what? I don't see anything.
Exactly. The boom box,
the talking toy, now this umbrella.
What's this squid's game?
Hmm, obviously he's going to play with the toy
in a rainstorm while rocking a few choice tunes.
Well, idiot mode is engaged again.
Really? Who is this "idiot mode"?
I do not know him or to whom he is engaged.
- When's the wedding? - Green corn tamales!
Round up the others and get to that clock tower.
- Asap. - What? Why?
[growling]
[lightning crackling]
[electronic beeping]
Maybe this is all just a big misunderstanding.
Maybe it just wants to phone home
to his little space friends.
Planet ripe for invasion.
Send entire fleet.
Okay.
Maybe invasion means something completely different to the--
yeah, I give up. Get him!
Gentlemen, take that sucker-covered sucker down.
Um, I'll just stay here, then.
Ah! I'm immobilized.
No, I still retain the power of--
Ow!
This all sounds very exciting.
Are we winning?
What are we supposed to do when we get to it?
Huddle up. You fight it
while I cheer you vigorously from a safe distance.
I'm hit!
Oh, yeah, great. Leave it all up to me.
How typical.
Um, could someone spare a moment and turn me around?
And pick me up.
[growling]
Uh-oh.
- [loud explosion] - Ah!
Okay, Lemmy. We're the last men standing,
except we're not really men,
and you can't stand.
Point is, we can get the drop on this squid,
but we gotta do this quiet.
One wrong move can-- Ah!
Have you busted the Squiddy yet?
[growling]
Nice job, Ringtail.
Um, this is more of that idiot mode sarcasm, yes?
Uh-oh. I blame you!
Lemmy, it's you.
Sort of.
Duck!
Attabot.
Now use the mantis chop.
Oh, no. Spin into a moonwalk
or better yet, a Mars walk.
Serpent strike!
Head slide.
Monkey kick.
Sidestep through the corkscrew.
Lunge slam.
Cannonball puncture.
Mr. Fury.
Open jazz hands.
[all cheering]
Oh, so we won, then, did we?
Soldier, I salute you too.
Or I would if I could.
It's the thought that counts, right?
Yes, Lemmy.
Boogie your little titanium feet off.
I--whoa!
Will we ever see him again?
Sure, once he's shown those milk-soft Martians
what we do to their kind
here on the good old U.S. of Earth.
Yeah. Hey, so how long did you say
we're going to be like this? A week or two?
Yes, I'm afraid so.
Okay, folks.
We start hopping like tiny bunnies now,
we should get back to our habitats by Sunday.
So move out.
Tiny bunnies, tiny bunnies.
- Tin-ooh! - Tiny bunnies.
[jazzy piano music]
♪ ♪
[snoring]
Up and at 'em, Marlene!
- What? - We need your help
on a five-man operation.
Okay. Okay, 15 more minutes.
Uh!
[groaning]
Thanks for your assistance, Marlene.
[shudders]
My theory is confirmed.
Sewer sludge is indeed quite gross.
Yeah, I could have told you that.
[thunderous rumbling]
We all could've, but Kowalski likes to crunch
- the data for himself. - Fine, but the next time
you have a five-man operation,
maybe wake up somebody else, like Maurice or Joey
or, I don't know, how about Bert?
- Cause he's, you know, a "he"! - Marlene,
I have an unfailing sense for matching a mission
with the perfect personnel.
- It's true! - You were the right guy
- for the job. - Guy? I'm not a-- [sighing]
Okay, you know what? You know what? Good night.
Aah.
Ugh!
Wait, wait-- you want me to judge what?
A burping contest!
We need someone unfair and impartial.
And I was the right "guy" for the job?
Yeah! Fire when ready!
[all belching]
Okay, well, ugh! That was pretty disgusting.
Good ol' trout innards marinated in cod innards.
- Never fails. - [burps]
I just ate a can of kippers
three years past the expiration date!
- [gagging] - Stop, stop! Stop!
How dare you have a contest of stinky burps without the king!
My royal burps have brought down entire dynasties.
Oh, really?
Yeah?
Yeah, get a whiff of this!
[burps]
Ugh!
[burping continues]
I can't-- I can't-- Ugh!
Three, four, five, six--
Yo, Alice, how many school groups we got today?
Three. Four, five, six--
- What time you taking lunch? - 1:00.
Two, three, four--
- One more thing. - Two, three--
Gah, you're making me lose count of the chlorine!
How many are you supposed to throw in?
No more than eight. Where was I?
I think maybe four.
Five, six--
[yawns] Yuck!
Wow, what a disgusting night.
[splashes]
Ah!
Crescent wrench.
Needle-nose.
- Hey, guys! - Gaga!
Great balls of fire!
You will never believe this.
[giggling] Hello.
I'm beautiful. I mean, you're beaut--
I mean, you're new here!
Kowalski, tell me about her.
There is only one explanation for this.
Our zoo is now home to an Arctic mink!
- What? - This is a rare opportunity
to study an endangered species.
Wait, wait, wait. What are you--
Subject speaks in single syllables.
That is absolutely--
Subject's speech is already progressing!
- Aah! - Fascinating!
[mumbling] I'm Arlene.
Arlene!
- Arlene! - Arlene!
Even her name's adorable.
- Skipper? - She said my name!
You're right, Skipper. You seem a bit gobsmacked.
[giggling] Isn't Private weird?
Not too close now, Skipper,
I have barely begun my research.
Are you guys serious?
You guys really, really think that I'm--
[laughing]
[whistles]
Thank you so much.
I thought I was having a bad fur day,
but now I realize how utterly impossible that would be.
And...
Oh, snap.
Who is the new snow bunny?
Arlene. She's a rare Arctic mink.
Okay, whoa!
And I saw her first.
She is a rare breed! Just like myself.
A match made in the heavens!
- Maurice. Maurice! - What?
Play the royal courtship music!
The sky spirits have sent me a queen!
- What? - Monosyllabic regression.
Queen? Right away, Your Majesty!
Queen? Okay, guys.
Big mistake here! Big mistake here!
You're pretty when you're mad.
An agitated Arctic mink
is likely to secrete a putrid fluid
- from its scent gland and-- - ♪ Hey-oh, yah, hah ♪
♪ Oh, hey-oh, come on, yeah, dance ♪
♪ Hey-oh yeah, oh-hey-oh ♪
Hey, hey!
- You love it! - Oh, my. See ya.
♪ Hey-oh, come on, yeah, dance ♪
♪ Hey-oh, hee, oh-hey-oh ♪
♪ Uh, hit it ♪
The art of the manly dance overwhelms her.
Wait a sec...
Now, my lovely, do you see anything to your liking?
I could get a nice deal. They know me here.
Well, it's a little early for crown shopping,
because as I've been trying to explain--
Ooh. She's a crabby one.
I am really Mar-- Ooh, that one's nice.
- [giggling] - Huh?
[thuds]
Mm, no.
I don't like the cut of the palm frond,
and there's an inclusion in the back.
The queen's crown must be perfect!
But not more perfect than mine.
- Flawless! - Mort!
No ogling the feet!
Now, how'd you like a tour of my plastic volcano?
Skipper?
Oh! Oh, hey, Arlene!
I was just out for a--
Okay, okay, so I'm Arlene, just for grins.
And I'm so much different than Marlene, I guess, huh?
Well, yeah!
Okay, 'cause I-- 'cause I look different?
You smell different too, fresh, clean.
Mm-hm. Chlorine-y?
What? [sniffs] Unexpected.
The putrid fluid secreted by the subject
is indeed chlorine-y.
How dare they sniff my queen!
Do they not know the penalty?
Maurice, tell to me the penalty is very bad, yes?
I don't think there is a penalty, Your Majesty.
Okay, you work on that.
I'll step up my woo.
Picnic basket?
Better.
Scientific field kit!
Kowalski, you're a logical guy.
Surely you must know who I really am!
I will soon.
Now, would you prefer to start with the reflex test
or the saliva analysis?
Girl, it's really hard to woo
with these thorns in my lips and my gums!
I'm just going to go home now.
Arlene. Of all the silly, shallow--
ooh.
It's actually not a bad look.
[manhole cover skids]
Knockety-knock-knock-knock!
Skipper, did you finally figure it out?
That you're bunking with Marlene?
Well, it was in Kowalski's report.
Where is Marlene, by the way?
Does this give you a clue?
No.
How could I have been so blind?
I know, right?
Arlene did something horrible to Marlene!
[dramatic acoustic guitar]
You think so?
Fact: no one's seen Marlene
since Arlene arrived.
[dramatic acoustic guitar]
Maybe it's Marlene
who's the endangered species!
[dramatic acoustic guitar]
Rico, knock it off. This is serious.
Sorry.
Okay, okay. First, Skipper runs out of here
ranting about I don't know what
and now this.
My lady. Your chariot awaits!
It's a throne!
Yes, but when Maurice carries it on his back,
it's kind of a chariot.
Yeah, a chair-i-ot.
Freeze!
- [all gasp] - Secure the exits.
Maurice, what is happening?
I'll ask the questions, Ringtail!
What did you do with Marlene?
What? What are you talking about?
Look, Arlene, if that really is your name...
I'm Marlene!
My pool had too much chlorine!
It bleached my fur. I tried to tell you.
What kind of fool do you take me for?
To be fair, you have to narrow the options down a little.
This is crazy! I'm telling the truth!
Oh, we'll get to the truth all right.
Our way! Kowalski?
Setting device on "super tickle."
Ah!
- I don't get it. - What?
Uh, any of it.
They seem to think Arlene
did something nasty to Marlene,
and now she's a fugitive.
In that case, maybe we need to find a queen
that's less, you know, homicidal.
Help!
[singer humming]
Ooh!
Nice work, fellas. We've got her surrounded.
We know you're in there, Arlene!
And by the way, you actually fell for my tongue-tied routine!
I was just play-acting.
- That was acting? - Yeah.
I'm a good actor, okay?
[engine starting] [tires screeching]
Buttermilk biscuits!
Add grand theft auto to the rap sheet!
[tires screeching]
Ah!
[smack]
Gotcha!
Have fun, Arlene,
in the clutches of justice.
Whose name is Alice!
I can think of no harsher punishment.
Hair dye, hair dye.
Chestnut!
Close enough.
There.
It's like this whole over-chlorination thing
never happened.
[gargling]
Come on, how could you guys not recognize me? I mean--
Poor Marlene. She's been brainwashed.
Best to just humor her.
Okay. I am serious!
Arlene,
she was as cold as she was hot.
[grumbling]
Yoo-hoo!
King Julien!