And now DreamWorks' "The Penguins of Madagascar."
[bell tolls]
[spy music]
- Hit it. - ♪ Heyo ♪
[hip hop music]
♪ Heyo ♪
♪ Yeah, dance ♪
♪ Heyo ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪
♪ Heyo ♪ [music stops]
[spy music resumes]
[shutter clicks]
Cute and cuddly, boys.
Aah!
Oh, splat.
We're gonna need a spatula and a mop to clean this one up.
I think not.
[whistling]
Cutting it a bit close, weren't you, Kowalski?
With my new chronal curbulator,
I had all the time in the world.
Chronal curbulator, Kowalski?
What does this thing do?
Well, it stops time.
And what does it look like?
A watch, I guess.
To the scientifically unsophisticated.
Stopwatch. Boom. Done.
That name doesn't completely convey the--
Democracy exercise.
Who likes "stopwatch"?
I can pronounce that one.
Landslide.
Fine. Stopwatch.
Yay.
To experience the time effect,
please place a fin on the...
[grumbles] Stopwatch.
Impressive.
But is there a practical application?
Aah!
Hey, yo, it wasn't no treat for me neithers.
Okay, seriously though, practical application?
Move out.
[groans]
Now that I've conquered time,
I've got a few other mysteries of the universe
I'm itching to crack.
Kowalski, take the time to stop and smell the snow cones.
Yeah, enjoy your accomplishment, Kowalski.
I will. Just as soon as I finish
these 87 other accomplishments.
Enjoy. Now.
That's an order.
Ugh.
Oh, boy. I'm having lots of frivolous fun.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, ho, ho--
Oh, I'm telling you, Maurice,
this new flavor of the bubbling gum,
sour mango punch, is extremely super delightful.
Uh-huh.
And mangoey.
That's what I hear.
And just as sour.
Ugh!
And the punch, ah...
this flavor commotion just goes on and on and on.
Yeah, exciting.
Want to know how long it goes?
- Not really. - Me too.
I shall need a time-counting counter.
Perfect.
Oh, Mort, I have a job for you.
Mm.
Ow!
Wha-- Ah, blech.
I'm a grape snow cone.
[laughs]
The stopwatch!
Grab sad eyes!
I did the thing, King Julien.
Very good, Mort.
Now we shall solve this vexation
over the flavor duration.
No, don't press the--
Mm. Mm...
And...
done.
Check out how long I--
Give me the stopwatch.
You don't know what you're dealing with.
Ha. Yes, I do.
It's a stopwatch. So what?
Stupid democracy.
Go, Kowalski. Use excessive force.
Oops.
Don't understand what you're doing!
Give it, give it, give it!
Don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna!
[grunts]
Ooh.
No!
both: Aah!
[laughs]
Help. I am being "snuffocated."
What are you doing under there?
Hoping no one sees me.
Rude.
Well, excu-- aah!
Crisis averted,
the stopwatch is back in the right flipper.
Incoming!
This... is bad.
Oh, bummer.
Now how will I be able to time
the tastiness of my bubbling gum?
Sour mango punch? It's good.
You should try it in your chewing beak.
Get a hold of yourself, Kowalski.
You can fix this.
[glass breaks]
Aah! Don't touch anything!
Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic, don't panic!
Well, these guys are good at the freeze tag.
Really. I mean it.
Come on. Come on. You've got to work!
Got it!
[yells]
Ah. It's no use.
The time space continuum is locked by the stopwatch,
and the stopwatch is... stopped.
So we're trapped out of time.
Forever!
Uh, uh-huh. Okay.
Look, you want in on this freeze tag game, or what?
Aah!
I am a statue.
Not moving till you tag me.
Ugh.
Tag.
Julien, listen carefully.
They're not playing freeze tag.
You and I are stuck in this single moment of time
forever.
Wait, wait.
So what you are saying is everybody is like this?
- Yes. - Everywhere?
- Yes. - Forever?
Yes.
We... we...
we can do anything we want, baby.
Oh, boy.
♪ Just two guys hitting the town ♪
♪ Flipping frowns upside down ♪
♪ I'll flip you on your crown ♪
♪ I don't like how that sounds ♪
Come on!
♪ Nothing but time ♪
♪ Don't have to worry, 'cause we're in no hurry ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Boom, chick-a boom ♪
♪ Chick-a pa, a-do pow ♪
♪ This is not the fate ♪
♪ I would have chosen ♪
♪ But you got to love it ♪
♪ Time is frozen ♪
♪ We're off the clock ♪
♪ Hey, this just might rock ♪
♪ We're off the clock ♪
♪ No tick and no tock ♪
Yeah!
both: ♪ Life is gonna be fine ♪
♪ The world is yours and mine ♪
♪ Because all we've got is time ♪
Yeah.
[laughs]
I've done it!
The trans-dimensional toothbrush.
Okay, buddy, but, um, you've got no teeth.
Right, but who can resist this?
Huh?
7,009 inventions.
Whoo-hoo! What's next?
Oh, I been hankering to try
that two-wheeled tricycle you been talking about.
Oh, you got it, dude.
You know what, Julien? Thank you.
You know what, Kowalski? You're welcome.
Wait. For what?
Well, because of your irresponsible meddling,
I have an eternity to invent and have fun.
I can have my cake and eat it too.
Yeah, but, um, why have the cake if you don't eat it?
You know, that makes, like, no sense.
[laughs] Right.
Anyway, I owe it all to you, buddy.
Hey, no problem, buddy.
Um... [clears throat]
There's, uh, just one teeny little thing
that still ruffles my feathers, though.
What is it, pally-o?
Must you stick your used gum everywhere?
I'd-- [laughs]
I never sticked my gum anywhere.
Really?
Well, okay.
I may have sticked my gum to a few things.
You know, like, lamppost, benches, city buses,
big statue lady, big zoo lady, the stopwatch,
your pillow. Uh, little bit.
Okay, see, that's just what I--
The stopwatch? What? When?
What? Well, right after you broke it.
Aah! Don't touch anything!
Well, you know, the sour mango punch
had ceased its sour mango punchiness.
I had to get rid of it somewhere.
Aah!
The gum!
It was the gum all along!
Hey, you know what? I bet you're right.
I bet the gum did factor in.
Factor in?
[groans]
Ooh!
Can anyone tell me why I've got a flowerpot on my head?
And gum on my beak?
Mm. Tart.
Kowalski, status report.
You, you're-- you're not...
you're not frozen in time for all eternity!
Private, say something naive but adorable!
Um... what?
Love it!
Rico, hock something up.
Beautiful.
Skipper, say something stern and cranky.
What in the name of inexplicable tableaus
is going on here?
Yes.
No, seriously, what is going on here?
And it better be good.
Oh. Right. [clears throat]
There was a teeny, tiny,
barely noticeable glitch in the stopwatch,
but it's been repaired.
Did we miss anything?
[alarms ringing]
[nervous laugh]
Um, not much.
Can someone tell me why I was in the bathroom
holding this toilet paper?
Tell me what I'm looking at, Kowalski.
Radar picked it up at 2,000 feet.
It appears to be an airdrop parcel.
Estimated touchdown?
In less time than it will take me to complete this se--
Anyone order a package drop?
- Not me. - No.
Then we'll have to assume this box
will spew forth deadly peril the second it's opened.
Oh! A cardboard package box.
Quick, who will open it first?
I will!
Handy tip.
The answer to every trick question is me!
Let me--let me...
A grateful nation thanks you.
My thingy I just got!
Penguin!
Well, you can keep the box.
What are we supposed to do
with some junky cardboard box?
His name is Card-Boris,
and he is the sacred protector
from all that would annoy me.
Oh. How does he do that?
Chomp.
A wristwatch video phone.
Classic old-school spy technology.
But why would someone send it to us?
Perhaps they think we're collectors.
Private, the only thing I collect
are the tears of my fallen enemies.
And, uh, tiny thimbles
that showcase America's national parks.
I can almost taste Yellowstone.
Suck in those guts, you dandy dumplings.
Officer on deck!
Special agent Buck Rockgut!
You sent us the package?
Cut the gas, motor beak.
There ain't no medal for pointing out the obvious.
What? But the gullibility medal's real, right?
Sure it is, Private.
What's your 20, soldier? Looks frosty.
Still trying to track down that red squirrel hideout
you told me about.
Been across every sandpit and snow peak
on this lousy marble,
but I can't find any grrfurjiclestan.
Did we never tell you there is no grrfur--oh!
Continue.
Here's what I did find.
I got sources in the underground
says the red squirrel got his meat hooks on a penguin,
took him to the old dream bucket laundromat,
if you know what I'm saying.
Not even remotely.
I'm saying red brainwashed himself a sleeper agent.
- No way! - A what?
Classic spy craft, Private.
The red squirrel catches one of us,
hypnotizes him into a mind puppet,
then sends him back home.
On the outside, he appears normal,
but inside, he's programmed to eliminate the rest of us
when we least expect it.
Aah!
Nicely diagrammed, Kowalski,
but I think I'd know if one of my own men
was a brainwashed, red-squirrel assassin.
All right, candy corn. Don't believe me?
Then I'm gonna tell you exactly who the sleeper is.
all: Hmm?
Hang on. This channel might be bugged.
Let me type you lollipops a coded message.
[phone beeping]
I believe that's the telephone feature.
The code buttons are--
no, you have to press "send," then "confirm" to--
Confirm.
- Send! - [groans]
Green button. Green bu--green!
And now he's turned it off.
He seemed so convinced. You don't think...
Trust is the backbone of this unit, Private,
and I would trust you men with my own life.
Now come here for a hug.
That's just to keep you sharp.
But seriously, trust, backbone.
Let's roll.
Now hang a right at the gorilla habitat.
I said hang a right, soldier.
Huh?
Guh! Sabotage!
Oh, calm your ruffles,
Archduke Shiverbritches.
Accidents happen.
What? Sometimes accidents happen in pairs.
[all shouting]
Brake lines were sliced,
retaining nuts on the steering column removed,
and the wheel lugs cut clean through.
Also, the engine appears to be filled with snakes.
I assumed it was just crazy talk,
but the evidence is impossible to ignore.
You really do need an oil change
every 3,000 miles. [rimshot]
Skipper, shouldn't we at least consider the possibility
that Rockgut's sleeper warning wa--
Trust, backbone.
Now who's ready for lunch time?
I'm not hungry, actually.
- Me either. - Blech.
Eat up, you soft pretzels.
We've got a beautiful day, fresh sushi,
and the bond of true brotherhood.
L'chaim.
Hey.
Bad fish.
[fly coughs]
Egad!
These tuna rolls have been spiked
with expired mayonnaise.
Someone tried to poison us.
Or should I say one of us
tried to poison the others of...
no, now that I said it out loud,
it just sounds dumb.
[warning mumble]
Trust, backbone, et cetera.
Come on. Let's make sandwiches.
We're not pointing flippers at anyone, Skipper.
- Whoa. - Aah!
In a brainwashing scenario,
a saboteur isn't really to blame for his actions.
But don't you think maybe, possibly,
one of us might be a sleeper agent trying to...
[imitates choking, explosion]
All the rest of us?
It's simple logic, boys.
If the squirrel did turn one of us into a zombie trigger man,
it happened on my watch.
Means I failed as a skipper.
And we all know I'm no failure.
Therefore, there is no sleeper agent.
It's you, Kowalski!
I always knew it was you!
Aah!
Confess! Confess!
What about Private?
It's always the least obvious one.
Statistically, isn't it usually the most obvious one?
Wait a minute. That's me.
- Yah! - Trusted you!
What is happening?
[explosion]
Wait!
We don't have to beat the truth out of anyone.
Ow.
Buck Rockgut still knows
who the secret saboteur is.
Yes, but we lost the call.
Ah, but if I can trace the origin
of Rockgut's video signal,
we may be able to call him back
and find out which of us is the sleeper.
Just keep those flippers where I can see them,
science boy.
It looked cold and mountainous.
Try the Himalayas.
Or it could be the alps.
Private! Swiss neutrality
would make Buck Rockgut puke in his own beak.
It's the Himalayas.
It seems the call came
from a minor-league baseball stadium in Brooklyn.
What in the name of outer Burroughs
is going on here?
There's only one way to find out.
Ring him back and ask him?
- Okay, two ways. - Something with the internet?
I'm saying we should go to Brooklyn.
- Yah! - Guh.
Greetings. I don't know how you Fancy Freddies
found me on this snow-covered mountain top, but, uh...
You do know that doesn't work
when we're not actually on the pho--
Save the charade, Rockgut.
We've puzzled out your little game.
At some point,
you realized that Grrfurjiclestan
was just a wild goose chase.
So, in a quest for bitter payback,
you decided to send us on our own goose chase.
You set up the phony booby traps,
then made us run around,
trying to find out which of us
was the red squirrel's hypno-traitor.
When did we figure all that out?
On the subway from Manhattan.
You were busy people-watching.
And now the truth is out.
None of us is a sleeper agent.
Of course not, you poopity brains!
The sleeper is special agent Buck Rockgut!
Sweet dandy candy!
Buck was the brainwashee?
But he tried to warn us.
All part of the plan to lure you here,
where finally I will destroy
America's greatest penguin commandos
with the symbol of America itself.
Baseball.
Who likes baseball?
I was talking about the T-shirt cannon.
And now, my brain-scrubbed puppet,
I trigger you to... [snaps fingers]
Deadly mode!
The overconfident fool.
He's shown us his hypnosis trigger.
A simple finger snap.
Explain.
All we have to do to break the brainwashing
is snap our...
Poop.
Evasive!
Aah!
Rico, batter up.
Ooh!
Eat leather, Rockgut!
As they say, turnabout is fair--
Aah!
[laughs]
[playing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game"]
Whoa!
We're no match for this kind of firepower.
- Kaboom? - No.
We have to break that mad mammal's brain hold on buck.
Boys, find me some promotional swag.
Perfecto.
Find them. Finish them!
The red squirrel commands you!
Nyet. Red squirrel commands you to...
attack red squirrel!
Wai--squirrel?
Aah. Hey, washed for brains,
are you not looking with your two good eyes?
I am the red squirrel!
Squirrel. Squirrel?
Classic Rockgut paranoia, Rodent.
This guy sees the red squirrel everywhere.
I am the red squirrel.
[mumbles]
No, you ninnycompoop-a-lots!
I am the red squirrel!
Wow. That's actually quite good.
It's all in the throat.
Squirrel. Squirrel, squirrel.
Squirrel! Aah!
I really should have run away instead of yelling.
Sorry we lied to you about that grrfurjiclestan place.
It was wrong, and we are deeply ashamed.
But we did capture penguin enemy number one,
so... we're cool?
You bet your applesauce.
Just as soon as I bring down penguin enemy number two--
white widow, the albino spider monkey.
That's right, widow.
The Rockgut justice train's a-comin'.
Woo-woo!
[laughs]
She's in, um, new... fake places burg.
And I'm off! Woo-woo!
What?