And now, Dreamworks' The Penguins of Madagascar.
[bell tolls]
[brassy detective music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Hit it ♪ - ♪ Hey, oh ♪
- ♪ Ha ha ♪ - ♪ Oh, hey, oh ♪
♪ Come on, yeah, dance ♪
- ♪ Hey, oh ♪ - ♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Oh, hey, oh ♪
[brassy detective music]
[camera shutter clicks]
Cute and cuddly, boys.
Gentlemen, after reviewing all the evidence,
it is my sincere belief
that the culprit is right here in this very room.
- [gasps] - Oh, dear.
It was the perfect plan,
except for, uh--except for--
[whispering] line?
"One small detail."
Right.
It was the perfect plan,
except for one small detail--
the open mustard jar!
Hey, guys.
Howdy ho, Marlene.
Rico, could Marlene be our innocent victim?
Hmm. Okay.
- N--what? - It's for Rico's play,
Death Takes the Subway
and then Gets a Crosstown Transfer on the "A" bus.
Wow, catchy title.
Anyway, do you know what this is?
50% post-consumer recycled?
It's Enrico Guitaro.
The master of the Spanish guitar?
He's your absolute favorite.
He's playing in the park tonight.
I can't go, obviously.
Because when you leave the zoo,
your savage, untamed nature takes control,
and you become scary.
You know, Kowalski, a little less exposition
and a little more solution would be nice.
It's a shame that with all your inventions,
you haven't come up with one that could help Marlene.
[mumbles awkwardly]
How's that, Kowalski?
You say you invented something
called the persona-disentangleizer
that just might do the trick?
D--how did you know?
Don't let my casual disinterest fool you people.
I know everything that happens in this unit
- Rico. - Oh.
So the question is,
why haven't you done anything about Marlene's condition yet?
Because, Skipper...
though my device would surely remove
Marlene's beastly nature from her,
is that a good thing-- I mean, philosophically?
[sighs] You know how I feel about philosophy.
I think, therefore I am,
uh, pretty sure you're against it.
Exactly.
If it gets me into the concert,
who cares?
- Zap me! - Fine.
Smile.
[camera shutter clicks, ray pulsates]
Marlene, are you all right?
Yeah, I think so.
Why, do I look all right? Did something go wrong?
No, you look like 100 bucks, sister.
Now, let's get you to that show.
Um, I just [clears throat] curious.
What if it didn't work?
Please, Marlene, it's one of my inventions.
Okay, point taken.
We'll know as a soon as you step over that threshold.
If you turn into a horrible beast
that tries to rip our guts out,
then it's a fail.
Okay, I... just put my--I don't know.
Maybe I shouldn't risk it.
- Here you go. - Hey!
I'm not turning into a monster, am I?
No, you're not. Hooray!
Tip of the old chapeau, Kowalski.
Your gizmo did the trick.
Every once in a while, I hit one out of the park...
or into the park in this case. [snorts, laughs]
Oy.
[device rumbles]
[screech, roar]
What is it about latin melody
that stirs the passions of the soul?
- I think we should go now. - What?
But we just go here.
I want to go home. Please take me home.
Home is safe. Safe is good.
Home, now!
Okay, okay, calm down. We'll go.
Are we there yet?
We'd get home a lot faster if you'd just open your eyes.
The mosquitoes love eyes!
Kowalski, you broke Marlene.
She's nothing but a quivering lump of fear.
She'll be back to normal
once she's rejoined to her savage nature,
which is safely stored inside
the persona-disentangleizer.
Was that there before?
So the "not so safely contained" savage nature
has taken physical form and is off running wild.
That about right, Kowalski?
What if it comes back? Oh, we'll be in terrible danger.
I should hide.
Marlene, the one place
we're sure it isn't is right here.
Perhaps we should watch the Lunacorns.
They are soothing.
Boring.
So the question is,
where does a raging bundle of fury go?
Um, I think I know, Skipper.
Terror strikes midtown, as an unknown creature
causes a smoldering swath of wholesale destruction.
- The northwest has its bigfoot. - [woman screams]
And now it appears that New York
has its own ferocious Littlefoot.
[screams] Wait. That's me.
Good heavens. It's a crazed destruction machine.
Hey, I'm a crazed destruction machine.
Boys, I think you know what we have to do.
Grab that Littlefoot.
Uh, I was just practicing with, um...
your little foot.
[clears throat] Hup, hup. Let's dash, then.
With me now is Supervisor Eubanks
of animal control.
What is your department doing to end
Littlefoot's rampage of terror and destruction?
Well, Chuck, for starters,
we've baited all of our traps with peanut butter.
This isn't the cheap stuff.
This is the real deal--
chunky and organic.
Are--are we still talking about the peanut butter?
[feedback whines] We're talking about bringing it!
Not gonna happen, ma'am--
not until you realize that abomination of nature
somehow involves penguins.
I'm the only one who gets it.
And that's how I'm gonna get my old job back.
Officer X is on the case.
My sensors indicate the monster went this way.
[toy car whirring]
Really?
You needed one of your geek-a-trons to tell you that?
[growls]
[snarling]
Oh, dear.
Somewhere inside that abomination
burns some ember of our Marlene.
And I know just how to reach it.
Rico, guitar me, por favor.
Ole!
[guitar music]
- [purrs] - It's working!
Skipper, when did you learn to play the guitar like that?
Eight years of hiding in the jungles of Mexico--
you pick up a few things.
[car engine revs, tires screech]
[snarling]
Gotcha.
Officer X?
I'm gonna call you Ticket,
because you're my ticket to my old job.
[sniffs]
Hmm.
[engine revs]
I don't mind saying it-- that guy vexes me.
He's a vexer.
[snarling]
X, good to see you!
Department hasn't been the same
without your appetite for violence and mayhem.
Animal control-- it's what I do.
And you were the best, X-- were.
Until the penguins.
- Got a gift for you. - [snarls]
Littlefoot? This isn't about the penguins?
It's about you getting the glory on the TV news
and me getting my job back.
But, yes, the penguins are involved.
- What was that? - Glory.
Focus on the glory.
[snarling]
Satisfied?
Welcome back, officer.
Well, what is it?
A horrendously embarrassing
robot victory dance.
What do we do now?
No one's ever broken out
of animal control's supermax facility.
We're not gonna break out. We're gonna break in.
Break into supermax?
We put Marlene back together inside.
And while they're on a wild Littlefoot hunt,
we slip out under their noses-- a flawless plan.
Except we're going to have bring
fraidy-otter Marlene here to do it.
Oh, yeah, that's a small flaw.
Flawless, Private,
because you're in charge of getting nervous nelly
- to come with us. - Me?
She will trust your innocent adorability.
And you can always do that "boosh" thing
and knock her out and drag her if you have to.
[groans] Flawless.
Look out. Are you driving too fast?
I think I saw a spider.
What's that smell? Is it gas?
[gasps] Poison gas! Are there bats out here?
They're getting caught in my fur.
The moon looks really big.
You don't think it's getting too close to the earth, do you?
What if it smashes us?
I swore I'd never use it again--boosh!
Aah! What are you doing?
You trying to freak me out?
Well, good job, because you did.
Is that a bear? I think I saw a bear!
There are bears chasing us.
Maybe I should stay in the car. Is it safer in the car?
No, because of the, um-- the zombies.
Zombies. Oh, no.
Really?
Kowalski, this country
was founded upon motivating people by fear.
Rico, get us in there.
[clatter]
Is that a zombie?
Shush.
[gasps]
It's a toy duck.
[duck quacks]
Ladder-- oh, no, no, no, sir.
I don't like heights. I don't--please don't drop me.
Please don't drop me. Please don't drop me.
Aah!
Is this place safe? Doesn't look so safe.
I need a place to hide.
The whole plan hinges on the element of surprise,
which means you must be quiet, understand?
- Kowalksi. - All right.
We'll need to open the cage without disturbing the creature
and then place Marlene next to it, so we can--
Oh, perfect. I could hide in here.
Marlene, no!
Aah! Worse than toy duck!
[snarling]
What do we do now?
We cry like babies
as we're torn limb from limb.
[all scream]
[growls]
Huh?
Interesting--the creature seems to be befuddled
by its doppelganger.
Hey, professor multi-syllable, take your shot.
[camera shutter clicks, ray pulsates]
- So you caught the creature? - It is a gift.
But weren't you also
the unstable Officer X, obsessed with penguins?
That was a different Officer X.
You mean he's changed,
or there's another guy named Officer X?
[sighs] Whichever shuts your news hole.
Now let's have a look at the beast.
Stand back.
This must be one scary whatever it is.
- What the? - [burps]
It would appear that this Officer X is indeed
the Officer X who is obsessed with penguins--
so obsessed that he snatched an innocent penguin from the zoo
and tried to pass it off as Littlefoot.
Sick.
Not Officer X.
Just X.
I hate penguins.
- How do you feel, Marlene? - Good, balanced.
Yeah, feel cautious, but not scared--
wild, but not feral.
And look, you're outside without turning nuts-o.
Yeah, I guess I have the power to control my savage side.
I just--I didn't know it till she and I were face-to-face.
Exactly.
And this whole adventure was just a clever ruse
on our part to make you see
that the power was always inside you.
Sure, right.
That's why you created a monster that destroyed half of midtown.
Hey, that's what friends are for, you nut.
[whimsical music]
Ah, autumn in the park.
Boys, take in the sights and sounds of the village green.
[both breathe deeply] Ah.
Hmm. What's that smell?
Probably that police horse again.
No, I smell it too.
It's foul, rotten, nasty,
with a beguiling hint of cherry.
It's...
Hans--
Denmark's most-wanted puffin. Get him, boys.
Wait. Why do you assume I came to fight?
Maybe I stopped by for idle chitchat.
Not likely.
True, but if we did the occasional lunch
or went to the seashore,
I might not make things like this!
Behold the Hansmatic 9000 Freeze Ray--
the ultimate weapon!
[snickers] Freeze Ray.
I've got four of those in the basement.
This one also makes a delightful cappuccino.
Oh, really? Where do you froth the milk?
Right there in the handle.
You see it?
Yeah, with a-- with a little, uh, cinnamon--
no, you're getting me off topic!
Prepare for your doom! [Ray hums]
[penguins gasp]
[steam whistles]
[coffee trickles]
[sighs] And there's the cappuccino.
That's what I get for jobbing out to a third-party vendor.
I'll be back.
He's getting away.
Negative.
Rico, take the pep out of his step.
[rocket whines]
[gasps]
Aah!
Patton's penny loafers!
An innocent civilian.
Code red! Code red!
[imitates siren wailing]
Clear!
[grunting]
Crash cart coming through.
Isn't that rather high voltage?
[scoffs] I think I know what I'm--
[screaming]
No, though I've never met this possum before,
I have a feeling she's never quit on anything in her life.
And she's not quitting now.
You hear me?
You're not quitting on me, perfect stranger!
- [inhales deeply] - That'll do.
So who wants a little lunchie?
Ma'am, lie down. You've had a rough morning.
Oh, knock the "am" off that "ma'am."
Call me ma.
Everybody does.
What's the diagnosis, Kowalski--
shellshock, bats in the belfry,
insane in the membrane?
Despite an overly active mothering instinct,
she's right as rain.
Then it's time she hit the bricks.
I couldn't find your oven,
but this big hair dryer seemed to do the trick.
Wait. It's a little hot.
You need me to blow on it? Let me blow on it.
Look, lady, it's like this.
I'm glad you're feeling hale and hardy.
But the last thing my team needs is a molly-coddling mother.
Makes them soft.
Oh, I see.
I know how this goes-- 14 boys of my own.
But now they've all grown up,
left the pouch and me all alone.
[chokes]
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
Commence molly-coddle.
Well, since you insist...
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
Ooh.
[smooches, exhales sharply]
Oh. [giggles]
- Glue. - [glue gurgles]
- Tweezers. - [metal scrapes]
- Macaroni. - [macaroni rustles]
- Sparkles! - Sparkles?
Yes, sparkles.
Without sparkles,
it's just macaroni glued on a soup tin.
- What good's that? - He, uh, has a point, Kowalski.
Done.
And what good is it now exactly?
It's a sparkling pencil holder.
Ah, do possums use pencils?
[muttering]
Ah.
Men, I'm gonna pose a question,
and I want honest answers.
Could ma be making us soft?
[all laughing]
[shrieks]
[gasps]
- [whimpers] - A boo-boo.
Do "wico" want ma to give it kisses, make it feel all better?
Uh-huh.
Okay.
Better?
[whimpers]
What did you boys do without me?
Morning, ma.
Headed topside for some marching.
All right, men, I want a tight formation and a sharp step.
Oh, wait. It's cold out there.
You better put on some warm clothes.
- Uh. - Warm clothes?
- What, for penguins? - Aw, ma.
Do we have to?
Got to hand it to ma.
We do look delightful.
[laughs] We meet again!
And this time-- w-what are you wearing?
You look adorable--
almost too adorable to annihilate...
almost.
[ray pulsates]
Take cover.
Not so brave when the-- wha--
blast.
Wait, okay. Just hold on a second.
Just wait here for a second, 'cause I'll be back!
Rico, ordinance!
Oh, and uh, let's watch the civilians, okay?
[rockets whining]
Ah!
[laughs] Get some!
And just what do you boys think you're doing?
Ma?
Playing with weapons?
Ma, we're the thin black and white line
that protects the world from puffin-plotted peril.
Suit yourselves, don't mind me.
I never wanted to be
[voice breaking] A burden.
Ma! Stand down, men.
Stand down!
We won't do it again, ma. Promise.
You really think this will fool ma?
Absolutely.
These decoys have been scientifically constructed
to foil even the most sensitive
of maternal detection capabilities.
Well, they better.
Every moment we waste
is one more moment Hans is out there,
plotting our gruesome demise.
Is there such a thing as a demise
that's not gruesome, Skipper?
Manfredi and Johnson and the day spa incident.
Oh, yes, what a relaxing way to go.
Let's roll.
Okay, smoke him out!
[coughs]
What-- [coughs]
- What are you guys doing? - Hunting Hans.
We thought he might be hiding in your habitat.
Why would you think that?
Marlene, I make constant split-second decisions.
Not every one is going to be "correct."
Now, if you'll excuse us,
we've got to carpet bomb the chimp habitat
before ma wakes up.
Wait. What?
Well, Hans might be hiding over there,
and I'm willing to make a devastatingly hasty decision
to find out.
Okay, one, he's probably not.
Uh, two, "ma"?
- Our surrogate possum mother. - I'm her favorite.
Yeah, right.
Knock it off, men.
Who cares who ma's favorite is?
It's me.
Point is, ma's fragile.
The mere mention of us confronting danger
sends her to the edge of the eternal abyss.
[laughs] You're kidding, right?
You're not. Guys, she's playing possum.
Uh, no, Marlene, ma's not playing--ma is a possum.
Come on, you had to know that possums act like stiffs
when they're in trouble.
They just--the just play like they're dying.
But it's all a big fake-out.
[laughing] Well, duh, Marlene.
Of course we know about playing possum.
What does that have to do with, uh--oh.
Oh.
Hello, ma.
There you are. I was worried sick.
And you know what stress does to me.
Oh, cut the theatrics.
We know all about your little marsupial tricks.
Skipper?
Wha--what are you--
[chokes] Oh, no.
[chokes]
This is it.
[chokes]
Nope, lady. Just--no.
[sad music]
[sighs]
Anyone want the last of ma's halibut hash?
I can't eat any more.
It tastes like tears. [cries]
Did we really have to send ma away?
She molly-coddled us into big babies.
And--and I'll take some of the halibut hash!
[gulping sadly]
[sobbing]
- [alarm blares] - Intruder alert!
Topside!
So we meet again.
Yeah, yeah. We've heard it before... twice.
Yes, but this time I've put a new spin
- on an old classic. - [all gasp]
Yes, I have your dear beloved ma.
[laughing wickedly]
[clears throat]
Hans, you may laugh longest,
but I'm gonna laugh last--
maybe longest too.
Don't know. Playing that by ear.
Kowalski, pain and punishment options.
Well, Skipper, we have...
um, macaroni and crayons.
What? Where are the brass knuckles,
the bamboo shoots, the, uh--
Dangerous things don't belong in the home.
Aw, ma!
Rico, it's up to you.
Barf with extreme prejudice.
Wha--
How did you get to that?
Well, this calls for fighting the old-fashioned way--
with flippers of fury.
Shut the pathological puffin down, boys.
Aw. That's touching.
Look how much you love your mommy.
Her... name... is...ma!
Now, you are completely powerless.
I can do anything I want to you--
anything at all.
You like this? You want more?
[laughing]
[gasps]
[choking]
Wha--
aah! Oh, no.
Even a miscreant like myself
doesn't hurt sweet, little mama ladies.
Well, you saved our bacon today, ma.
You're welcome to spoil my team anytime.
Thank you, Skipper dear, but I'm needed elsewhere.
Somebody needs some tough love.
Now, be a good boy and eat your peas.
Never! I hate the vegetables.
- [chokes] - I'm eating. I'm eating.