[brassy dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Hit it. - ♪ Hey-oh, yah, hah ♪
- ♪ Oh, hey-oh ♪ - Yeah.
♪ Hey-oh yeah, oh-hey-oh ♪
[brassy dramatic music continues]
[camera shutter clicks]
Cute and cuddly, boys.
[fast-paced music]
♪ ♪
I'm smiling, Private.
And you know how I hate that.
- [camera timer whines] - Coming, Skipper.
- [picture snaps] - And that's a wrap.
Men, we are in complete preparedness
for commissioner McSlade's annual
Pose with the Penguins photo opportunity.
And with three days to spare.
Still cute, still cuddly.
- Excelente. - [retches]
100% rested and ready for the paparazzi.
In fact, I slept like a rock last night.
Uh-huh, me too.
Mmm, I did note that the lemurs
were unusually quiet during the nocturnal hours.
Perhaps it's because they're not there.
A frond from Julien's crown.
A partially eaten mango
and [gasps] the bouncy!
It hasn't been slept in.
I suspect foul play.
[blabbering]
The lemurs were just AWOL.
Ahh, Alice at 12:00!
- [crash] - Oof.
Distraction maneuvers, go!
[retch]
[boom]
What the--
[explosion] [screams]
[glass shatters]
Oof!
Ringtail, you can't just wander off like that.
If Alice were to take notice of your absence,
the zoo would be put into total lockdown.
We were just out in the park hanging in the treetops.
Just like we used to do in Madagascar.
Sleeping in the branches and under the stars.
Whoa! [crash]
Lookie-lookie!
I brought back an ear of pine-corn.
[laughs] [biting sound]
Ow. [biting sound]
Ow. Ugh, ah, Mort.
- Start this for me. - Ow!
[ravenous sounds]
But you're supposed to be in the zoo.
Oh, don't be such a worry wart-hog.
We'll be back every morning before the zoo is even opening.
- [biting sounds] - Eh?
[laughs] The pinecone ated my tooth!
Also, ow!
You can't move to the park.
It will upset the balance of everything.
- [gibberish] - Stand down, men.
I'll handle this. Ringtail.
- This is a bang-up idea. - Uh?
Skipper, you can't be serious.
Lemurless silent nights, Private.
But one mistake and our whole operation could be compromised.
Nah, I got a way for them to fly under the radar.
This tunnel's your ticket in and out of the zoo.
Skipper, this tunnel is only to be used
by authorized penguin personnel.
While on official penguin business.
Oh, really, who says?
- You do. - [regurgitates]
This penguin tunnel is only to be used
by authorized penguin personnel
while on official penguin business.
Well, that's really more of a guideline.
Ringtail, the tunnel is yours. Just make sure
you're back in the zoo first thing in the A.M.
Well, I like to wake up slowly.
Ease into the morning with a smoothie...
First thing.
Don't tell anyone about this arrangement, hmm?
Okay, my lips are sealed. [mumbles]
- See? - The park, you say?
It's upscale and very spacious.
Right, Phil. We could use a classier environment.
Plus, new things to throw poo at.
And the crime rate is surprisingly low.
Untapped territories!
All in all, there are not so much
undesirable peoples there.
- If you know what I mean. - You're there, aren't you?
Yes, but I don't see--
ah, right!
You're poking fun at me.
That's a good one.
Ah, another night of blissful lemur-free sleep.
I have to admit, it is peaceful.
No more late-night refrigerator raids.
- No loud parties. - [snores]
My sentiments exactly, Rico.
Nighty-night, boys.
- Goodnight Skipper. - Sweet dreams.
- Something's not right. - It's the quiet, it's--
Too quiet.
Nope, it's fine, goodnight.
[electronic whistling]
But Skipper, the ambient noise levels are too low
even when accounting for the absence of--
[stammering] Go to sleep.
[echoing] That's an order!
You made the silence too loud, happy?
There's no sign of Joey...
Mason, Phil!
Everyone's gone!
[electronic party music]
[both chuckling]
Oh, I knew this would get out of hand.
- Go away. - [screams] Oof!
Ringtail, you were supposed to keep this a secret!
- Go away. - [screams] Oof!
I did keep it a secret. And then I shared it.
Besides, this is party central and who wants to party alone?
- Go away. - [screams] Oof!
You got that right, baby.
I just signed a lease on a high-rise Sycamore.
- Signed a what? - I know,
a young urban professional like yourself wants to own.
Now, I got a hot deal on a one-room stump.
Ooh! I've always wanted my own stump.
Oh, yeah, it's the American dream, right?
- Ooh! - Now you,
ooh, I'd like to put you in a flowering shrub.
Maybe something-- are you ready--
- pond-adjacent. - Oh, adjacent?
Skipper, the potential for disaster here is--
Worth the risk. Besides, it's just the little
tiny animals who have moved out.
- [ground rumbles] - Ah!
We're in the market for a duplex.
- Can you help us out? - Can I?
Hey, do geese fly south for the winter?
Well not anymore. 'cause Archie found them
a ranch-style hedge.
Uh, it'll be fine.
Glad you blokes could make it.
Got lemonade with plenty of kick to it.
Just like Joey.
Oh, it's so nice to finally meet the neighbors.
But we've always been your neighbors.
But in this neighborhood, you feel like new,
better neighbors.
[laughs] Yeah, you should have been there,
I'm telling you.
It was totally off the chizzain.
Hey, pay attention!
And I am saying the same thing to you, pal.
[sighs]
You know, I've seen beautiful days before.
But mama nature, you knocked this one out of the park.
- [radio static] - Skipper, we have a situation.
Aw, Kowalski, you ruined my mama nature baseball analogy.
Burt has jackknifed and is blocking the tunnel.
[sighs] I thought I saw a mouse.
- What is the holdup? - Don't know.
- Everything just stopped. - No, what is the holdup
with my super berry, double-frosted,
extra sweet mango-kiwi smoothie?
[slurps]
- Gimme, gimme! - Wee... oof!
Ah, life is once again fruity and delicious.
Okay, this isn't ideal. But we can manage this.
After all, the zoo doesn't open for another hour.
Um, Skipper,
Commissioner McSlade will be here any minute.
Whoa, wait, what? McSlade's photo op is today?
If Alice and the commissioner see an empty zoo--
- There will be questions. - Investigations.
They'll find our secret tunnel.
We'll be found out.
Our whole operation, everything we've worked for!
Will be destroyed! Everything!
Didn't I tell you this was a bad idea?
- Me? You're the one who-- - Save your weak excuses
for the formal inquiry, Private.
We've gotta fix this.
Kowalski, you unpack the pachyderm
while we delay McSlade.
A perfect day for a photo op.
I'm going to look fantastic in this light.
Let's get this over with. I got a crazy mommy group
in the petting zoo, and we're low on hand sanitizer.
Oof, pardon me, jerk!
Hey, where are my keys?
- [laughs] - Kowalski, report.
I'll have the tunnel cleared in no time
thanks to my shrinky-shrinker ray.
Oh, crud.
Oh, old locks can be most tricky.
But Gus is trickierest.
Let me grab toolbox. [tires screech]
[laughs maniacally]
Hey, come back here!
Burt, I've set the shrinky-shrinker ray
on reverse.
Wouldn't that make it a biggy-bigger ray?
Don't confuse the situation with semantics.
Just zap me back to full size.
[zapping]
[concrete thuds]
Is that what you meant to do?
Does it look like this is what I meant to do?
Kowalski, give me some good news.
Too small. Too big. Too fat. Too thin.
Too--oh. Why am I polka-dotted?
[screaming] Honk, honk, honk!
Ah. Why are we not moving?
I told you, everything stopped.
Bah, I need to freshen my smoothie!
Here, you keep honking the Mort while I get another smoothie.
Now, uh, where do smoothies come from?
Ah, this pipeline runs into the zoo.
It must be the smoothie pipeline
filled with yummy smoothiness.
There's no such thing as a smoothie pipeline.
How are you so sure, little man?
That's a water main.
B--n-no, I wouldn't do that.
There's a lot of pressure in those things.
- Puh, and no smoothies? - Just water.
- So leave it alone. - Okay, take it easy.
Don't have to tell me twice.
Apparently I do.
Wha-- [water gushing]
Yaa! [all scream]
[grunts]
I'll get the spare key.
Kowalski, I need results now.
Skipper, I am not having the best day,
and your abrasive, results-driven management style
is not helping! [loud rumbling]
Um, I feel something funny.
[screams]
- Come on. - We're out of options.
Finished. Ruined. [ground rumbles]
[water gushing]
[screams]
- [both scream] - Oy!
Whoa! [heavy thuds]
Beautiful. Let's get some snaps.
Or maybe that'll happen.
Ugh, I can be standing no more of this commuting!
From now on, this king will only live
in my kingly kingdom.
[camera snaps]
Well, Private, you got lucky this time.
- Really dodged a bullet. - What, me again?
Yep, but you learned an important lesson
about sticking to the rules, and that's what counts.
All's well that ends well. Am I right?
No, Skipper, not really.
Hello?
[jazzy music]
♪ ♪
Uh, New Zealand laughing owls?
Huh, okay.
It worked.
We didn't even have to judo him.
Boo.
Focus, men. This chamber of doom
leaves a sour taste in my beak.
It's just the museum, Skipper.
We've been before.
But not to the Hall of Avian Extinction.
[sighs] Long-dead birds.
Oh, that sour doomy taste.
Target sighted.
We need one of those feathers. Go!
[powers down]
[squeaks]
[flames whooshing]
[glass clinks]
[retches]
[laser hums]
[sneezes]
[explosion] [alarm blares]
- [whistles] - Grab a feather!
Which one?
Just grab one.
Rico, starlight retreat.
[retches]
Well, we've secured feather from the extinctive wa-wa--
Kowalski, pronunciation options.
- Waitaha. - Phase one is complete.
Commencing phase two.
We clone said feather and bring the bird back to life.
- And phase three? - Well, we gloat, Private.
We've lost too many good birds
to the cruel will of extinction.
I say no more.
It's time we stopped nurturing nature.
Men, commence Operation War on Extinction.
- All right! - Almost ready, Skipper.
All I need to do is add the clonotron's fuel.
The rare Higgs boson particle.
There's only one of these babies
in the known universe,
and you will never guess where I found it.
In the belly.
Is it safe, Skipper?
[laughing] Not even close.
And that's why I like it. Hit it!
[machine whirs]
[machine buzzes]
Oof!
That display wasn't very accurate.
Kowalski, what happened?
The feather we took must have belonged
to another extinct bird.
It was chaos-- feathers everywhere!
Anybody could have made that mistake.
Easy, Skipper, no one is blaming you.
[quieter] Except me.
So which extinct bird is this?
Raphus cucullatus, AKA the dodo bird.
My buds call me "Dode." if I had any buds.
Hey, what happened to all my buds, anyway?
- Dode? - That's right,
daredevil dodo extraordinaire.
[mocks echo] Aire-aire-aire.
- Daredevil? - All dodos are, chief.
Top-to-bountiful-bottomful fearless.
Sounds like you'd make a good penguin.
Danger's our 9 to 5.
With knitting from 5:00 to 5:15.
- Ignore him. - Boom, we're friends!
And that's round trip from my chest-pumper to yours.
- Dodo truth. - He's so snuggly.
Skipper, we have to help him. He's endangered.
Agreed, young Private. Whenever I see a fellow bird
deprived of the gift of flight, much like us,
well I can't help but fell a certain measure of--
- [torch ignites] - [squawks]
You can clone up another one, right?
[machine buzzes]
- Certain measure of what now? - Uh, never mind.
We need to find you a home, pronto.
Away from our explosives.
You're a bit of a loose cannon
around our, uh, loose cannons.
He's a nice guy, good conversationalist.
Yeah, I've had some not great
roommate experiences in the past
- but, I don't know, maybe-- - Look at me!
I'm a firework cowboy!
I'm blazing--
[explosion] [squawks]
I, uh... I may have forgotten
- to lock the ammo vault. - [vomits in mouth]
[pen squeaks] [machine buzzes]
...to awesomeville in-- whoa! Scene change.
- Where'd the otter go? - A real intellectual.
You sophisticates will love him.
I'm making like the monkeys!
[splatters]
You will hose that off, yes?
[pen squeaks] [machine buzzes]
He's clean, he's quiet, he's--
Taste the rush, baby!
- [explosion] - [squawks]
I thought I said hold him down!
He's quite wiggly.
[pen squeaks] [machine rings]
Hey, what's this thing do?
[explosion] [squawks]
- [machine buzzes] - And what happens
if I shake it? [explosion]
- [machine buzzes] - Real hard like this?
- [explosion] - [squawks]
There isn't anywhere in the zoo safe for him.
He's completely mad.
[retches]
But on a positive note, all these feathers
make for a brilliantly fluffy pillow.
It seems centuries of living without natural predators
has caused the dodo's DNA to evolve without fear genes.
So they're literally fearless?
In the most stupid way possible.
Defective DNA?
Oh, you're playing dirty on this one, huh, nature?
But then it's impossible to keep Dode
from going extinct.
Unacceptable, Private. What if nature suddenly decides
to do a little spring cleaning in the penguin gene pool?
I don't wanna be extinct.
We've gotta show nature
we're in charge of our survival.
- Right you are, Skipper. - I just want to clone things.
No more defense. Time we get offensive.
You got it! [belches]
[pleased groans]
Kowalski, anti-extinction options.
- [machine buzzes] - Whoo-hoo!
Where's the action, Jackson?
Ah-ba-ba, pump your brakes, amigo.
- We've got a gift for you. - Ta-daa!
Safety pads, safety goggles, and safety helmet.
Customized.
See, it has a lunacorn on it.
This is queen please and thank you.
She's the good-mannered one.
Oh, sorry, man. The Dode do not roll that way.
Well, the Dode is gonna roll into extinction.
- Again. - Extinct again?
If I went extinct, then how am I here to do this?
You've done been molly-whopped by your own logic.
[laughs] One for the Dode. Yes!
- Wear it, wear it! Wear it! - Nuh-uh. Whoo-hoo!
He's making a break for it.
[electricity crackles]
[car horns beep] [car crash]
Get that dodo.
[machine rumbles]
[machine buzzes repeatedly]
Oh, poor Dode. I don't think I'll ever forget
that horrible, horrible sound.
And that is why you never bobsled on a cheese-grater.
Well, maybe we rushed into this operation.
I hereby order a halt to all recloning
until we have a new strategy.
I repeat, no more clones.
[dodos cheer]
Sweet blueberry buckle!
- [explosion] - [squawks]
Whoo-hoo!
[splatters and squawks]
both: Whoo-hoo!
Kowalski, what happened? [ground rumbles]
Judging by the vibration of my voice,
I'd say the cloning machine overloaded
and is about to explode beneath us.
[fireworks sounds]
The Higgs Boson particle!
Skipper, that was the only one in the known universe!
Wait, Rico, have another?
[dry heaves] Uh-uh.
I can't reclone Dode without it.
Well, but that means...
These are the last dodos ever.
Gentlemen, the final battle of bird
- versus nature ends now. - Whoo-hoo!
[explodes and squawks] At stake is the survival
of an entire species. [explosion]
Some of us probably won't make it through.
- [gulps] - But this mission
is bigger than us and our tolerance
for excruciating pain. [explosion]
- It's bigger than-- - Skipper,
while you were talking, three dodos
blew themselves up. [explosion and squawks]
Four, five... [explosion]
- ...six. - Right, move, move, move.
Dodo bowling!
[explosions and squawks]
[tires screech]
[crash and explosion]
Dodo high five!
[metal rings]
[explosion] [car alarm blares]
My car!
[chainsaw buzzes]
[explosions and squawks]
[sad music]
- [explosion] - We failed.
A moment of silence for our fallen friend.
[hums "Taps"]
So young. Too young.
Dode knew you cared, Kowalski.
Hmm? Dode?
His lives may have been short.
But his legacy remains.
Carried on by an angry Ringtail--
- wait, what? - Julien, you saved one.
Is this doo-doo belonging to you?
He was showering me with the wacky bird tribute.
Which involves kabooming.
And is so not cool with the king!
Y'all seen a buzzsaw tied to a rhino around here?
[frustrated grunts]
Why don't you get it? Extinction bad, living good!
- Open your eyes! - Anyone ever tell you
you have a really flat head?
[frustrated growls]
It's no use, Skipper.
It seems he's destined to end up
with the extinct birds at the museum.
You know what, Kowalski?
Maybe that's the best thing for him.
Hey, uh, Dode? You up for a challenge?
Anywhere, anytime. [chainsaw buzzes]
So, where's this ultimate stunt-master at?
Better not be taking me on a mama goose chase.
- Right here. - Hey, he's kinda dorky looking
- for a daredevil. - Oh, he's the real deal.
In fact, he's challenging you right now.
Whoa, really? What?
Ultimate staring contest!
- Pfft. Too easy. - Did I mention it's extreme
- and, uh, uh, rad? - Tubular, try tubular.
Eh, low risk, low interest.
Well, if you ain't got the chops, dude.
- [squawks] - Oh, oh, oh,
you talking smack, son?
All right, Mr. Blank eyes.
I don't care if it takes all day every day,
you're not getting rid of me till I beat you.
And that's the dodo truth.
Oh, oh, I'm sorry, have we started already?
Okay, okay. He's good.
Um, is this really gonna work, Kowalski?
He's a dodo.