announcer: And now,
DreamWorks' "The Penguins of Madagascar."
[bell tolls]
[lively spy music]
♪ ♪
Hit it. ♪ Hey-oh, yah, hah ♪
♪ Oh, hey-oh ♪ Yeah. Dance.
♪ Hey-oh, yeah, oh-hey-oh ♪
♪ ♪
[camera shutter clicks]
Cute and cuddly, boys.
[upbeat orchestral music]
♪ ♪
Nothing like a little "r" and "r."
Rump roast?
No, Mort, not a rump roast.
Rest and relaxation.
Spontaneous jumping contest!
I spoke too soon.
This is not just a fun and innovative idea,
but a royal commandment.
Me first! [stretches]
Maurice, double bounce me.
So this is one of those contests
where you gotta win, right?
Is there any other kind? Now, on three.
One, "two-lien," three--
I win!
[gasps]
It may be possible I over-bounced.
[both gasp]
Ready, Rico?
All right, bring it.
[grunting]
Mm.
And that's lunch. Dig in, boys.
[panting] It all happened so fast.
- Maurice jumped. - The king.
- Bus! - On the bouncy--
The feet.
Anyone catch that?
Yes-- it, uh... no, actually.
It appears a spontaneous jumping contest,
coupled with Maurice's great posterior mass,
has bounced Julien outside zoo confines.
[chewing]
What? I'm fluent in "panic."
He's right, except for the part about my butt,
which is sized appropriately, thank you very much.
Please, help us save King Julien and his feet.
Absolutely, Sad Eyes.
Boys, commence operation-- after lunch.
Mmm, sweet job on the tuna roll, Rico.
Um, Skipper, isn't a quick response critical for a rescue?
I have taught you well, young Private.
Someone pass the wasabi.
Ugh, fine.
[brakes screech]
Hey, big, stinky bus!
I demand immediate return to the zoo.
Open these doors right n--
[groaning]
What--ugh--ooh, aah!
My crown!
Mercy me!
City street is no place for such an adorable kitty cat.
Uh, kitty?
According to Maurice, Julien landed on the morning M2 bus.
We'll track that route as two units,
aerial surveillance and ground patrol.
Rochambeau for the aerial unit?
Oh, you are so on.
both: Leopard seal, orca, great white.
Ha! Great white trumps leopard seal.
No, I'm afraid not.
A leopard seal swims faster and evades the great white.
My great white carries a knife.
Oh, King Julien's feet!
Fine, leopard seal wins.
Rico, saddle up. You're on the ground.
Um, I'll take... Maurice.
Wh--you picked Maurice over me?
Lemurs have better eyesight. It's purely strategic.
If that's how we're playing it, then we'll take Sad Eyes.
Yay, I wasn't picked last!
What? Seriously? Little Mort?
You and I both know penguins have a limited sense of smell.
We need a strong nose on the ground.
Purely strategic.
- Fine. - And, uh, we'll take, um...
- Marlene? - What? She's not even here!
Oh, okay, right. Private, we'll take Private.
Let me go.
I am not a cat. I am a lemur.
I am a king, even. Can't you see my cr--
[shuddering] My head is naked.
Welcome to your new home.
Oh, and look, your new roommate, Zoe.
I already have two roommates at the zoo,
and neither one of them is the furniture.
[purring] Meow.
Hey, wow.
On the second thought, I am a cat.
Check out this long kitty tail,
these pointy ears and teeth.
Don't forget about
my devastatingly beautiful brownish-yellow eyes.
Now, Zoe, that's no way to greet our new friend.
[yelps]
How about we show him how much you love your yarn?
- Ooh, yes, go on. - Meow.
Now your turn. Get the yarn.
Come on now. [phone rings]
Ooh, grandkids calling.
Hello, pretty kitty.
You trying to blow my cover, fur face?
Uh, my name isn't fur face. It's King Julien.
But you can call me-- fur face works too.
Any sign of Julien?
- Nothing. - Wait, what's that?
By the bench.
Sky hawk to street dog,
mark spotted in sector kilo oscar.
Roger that.
Who the heck is mark, roger, and oscar?
Hmm, and you picked me last.
Let it go, Private.
Rico, hang a left.
[grunting]
The feet are safe.
No.
Ooh, um-- hey!
- Sad Eyes! - Uh-oh.
Now we're down two lemurs?
This is not forward progress.
Let's not pussyfoot around.
Is there a... mister cat in your life?
Don't be cute with me.
You and I both know we are not cats.
So you think I am cute? I mean, you're not a cat?
No, I'm a ferret.
Ooh, a very pretty ferret. Wink.
Before this, I was living on the streets.
I didn't know when my next meal was coming.
Here, it's clockwork.
Ooh, beautiful and clever. Wink.
And if the old lady catches on,
then it's back on the streets. You follow?
I will follow you wherever you go.
Wink!
Wink at me one more time,
and I'm gonna make it so you can't open that eye
for a month, get it? Wink.
These lips are sealed.
Well, unless, you know,
you want to maybe smooch fur face or something.
[laughs]
I'm an accomplished actor. You want cat?
[scoffs] Mur-row.
See? I'm a cat. Instantly.
Mm, I like string and liking my--
[groans]
Target's approaching, Rico.
- Time to go fishing. - [grunts]
[grunts]
Whoo-hoo!
- [radio static] - Good news, team.
The catch of the day is Sad Eyes.
Did you find the feet?
Unfortunately, we're still a negative on Ringtail.
Man, we better find him soon.
King Julien is out there alone and...
well, let's be real. Incompetent.
What are you doing?
[dance music playing]
Hey, do you have any toast?
Toast? Why?
I need somewhere to put this jam.
[laughs] Yeah, shake it!
Ugh! You're gonna get us busted.
[music stops]
You can stop the music,
but you cannot stop the passion.
[laughs] What's going on in there?
[gasps] Gladys.
Are you kitties getting along?
Meow. [purrs]
[clears throat]
[imitates meowing]
[gasps] That's a strange meow.
Are you feeling all right?
Let's consult "Dr. Cuddles' Home Veterinary Handbook."
Feet, feet, feet...
feet, feet, feet, feet...
Sky hawk, we've got a situation down here.
- Feet, feet. - Sad Eyes has gone loco.
- Feet, feet. - Cuckoo.
[sniffing] Feet.
I smell... feet!
He's on the move. After him.
[bicycle bell rings]
Hey, look at that.
He's got some kind of sixth sense.
The feet-- they are close.
[laughs]
So long, fur face.
Welcome back to earth, boys.
Dust off those sea legs, Private.
King Julien wouldn't just leave behind his crown
unless he was in... serious trouble.
[humming]
Oh, there you are.
Uh... I'd give it a couple minutes before going in there.
Come over here. I want to show you something.
Ooh, the charm offensive scores.
[exhales] That's nice.
All right, we've got to keep Gladys thinking you're a cat.
And cats love scratching posts
so you should use one.
Good, good. And, uh, what's a scratch-a-post?
- That. - I see.
And I do what now with it?
[sighs] You scratch it.
[laughs] Cats are easily entertained.
No, you've really got to get into it.
Oh, okay. Mm, that's the stuff.
- Come on, come on. - Oh, yeah!
- How am I doing? - Harder!
Use both hands.
Oh! Look at me be a cat.
No, like this.
Whoa!
Uh, are you sure that's how to use it?
Doesn't seem very safe.
Can you just help me in?
Oh, hey, guys!
- King Julien! - What are you doing up there?
Oh, I crash here now.
Hang on, I have to save my girlfriend.
Ugh, I am not your girlfriend.
Someone help me!
- Here, grab this string. - Ow.
You were supposed to grab it!
Help!
Relax, toots, we've got you.
Ugh. Whew, I'm good, thanks.
Okay, your co-ed party's over, Ringtail.
Get in.
Um, no. This is my home now.
I have been domesticated.
- Right, Mrs. Fur face? - [choking]
Don't give up your kingdom for me. Seriously.
I have found it impossible to discharge my duties as king
as I would wish to do
without the help and support of the woman I love.
Well, if Julien won't go back to the zoo,
then I guess the lemurs will just need a new king.
Here you go, King Mort.
Why is the Private overacting?
All hail King Mort!
[smooching sound] Uh, what now?
King... Mort?
[gagging] Oh, the thought makes me--
- oh--I can't-- - Can't what?
Though it will destroy our love,
I cannot allow Mort to rule my kingdom.
He is just too... stupid-y.
[giggling]
Aah!
Really? Go. I want you gone.
Shh. No words.
This is difficult for me too.
[teary] I guess this is... goodbye.
Goodbye, my love!
- Ugh, my life. - Hmm.
Couldn't find anything about abnormal meowing.
Maybe you're just hungry.
Here you go, kitties. [laughs]
Drink up.
All right, more for me.
King Mort.
- Great play, Private. - Thanks.
And I was picked last.
Ooh, burn, Kowalski.
Wait, me? You overlooked him too.
I was saving the best for last.
Up high, boys.
King Mort.
Ha, that just sounds ridiculous.
- Aah! - Maurice, when we get home,
let's have another spontaneous bouncing contest.
Oh, that was fun! [laughs]
Hey, guys, there's a carnival in town.
[plodding orchestral music]
♪ ♪
[explosion, lasers firing]
[penguins grunting]
[evil laughter]
Oh, give it up, Hans.
This weapons lab is under penguin protection.
You're not stealing anything.
Ah, you are right. I surrender.
Really?
[cackles] I blast you!
I blast you so much! [laughs]
Kowalski, options.
I recommend a methodical and carefully thought-out--
Reckless action it is.
Aah!
[grunting]
Ha!
[evil laughter]
Huh?
You will not defeat me, Skipper.
This time, I have the upper wing.
Hmm? [clanking]
[whistling sound]
Oh, ouchy.
Aah!
You did it, Skipper!
Well, Hans won't be raiding this lab tonight.
And it's a good thing.
Every nasty chemical on these shelves
is bottled bad news.
Uh-oh.
Kowalski, this is
the good kind of glowing, right?
Like for traffic safety and such?
It appears Skipper has absorbed a large dose of--
[gasps] Inflatium.
[shuddering] Bad glowing!
Not as long as Skipper stays calm,
but if his blood pressure starts to rise,
he will expand like a balloon until--
[gasps] Oh!
The only treatment is a steady diet
of no action, no adventure,
and absolutely no getting angry.
Meh, I'll be fine.
Hello, silly birds!
What the--
Evac lemur annoyance ASAP!
[groaning]
Hey, I was hearing the party-party balloons,
and I came to "party-cipate."
Wait, wait, I can make this work.
- Uh, party sa-- - Julien!
You must stay away from Skipper.
[gasps] You listen to me.
I will part-e-c-- [gasps]
Okay, point taken.
Uh, I'll just take it down a notch on missions.
- But Skipper-- - Either that,
or I retire and become
some pencil-pushing desk monkey.
[inflating] Is that what you want, Kowalski?
Me behind a four-legged quitter's table?
Pencils and bananas?
Don't worry, Skipper.
We can show you ways to relax and stay calm.
[air hissing, flatulence]
Oh.
Um, is that rude noise just the sound of you deflating?
- Or, um-- - Moving on, Private.
The surest method for ultimate relaxation,
pushing the untested boundaries of science.
That's how I always-- [console beeps]
Don't touch that!
- [alarm beeping] - Missile launch activated.
Targeting eastern seaboard in t-minus three...
- [shrieking] - Two, one.
- No, no, no-- - Canceled.
Enjoy your continued safe existence.
Ugh, you'd be surprised how often that happens.
Rotate me.
- [groaning] - Yes, Mort.
I shall fly into the penguin party,
like a regal eagle.
I thought you weren't allowed.
Maurice, stop being stupid-y.
If the king says he will go to a party-party,
then you must let him go!
- Okay. - No--
[stammering] Aah!
[humming]
♪ Come along and sing a song ♪
♪ We will help you to stay calm ♪
♪ When you feel an anger wiggle ♪
♪ Calm it with a jolly giggle ♪
♪ And when your blood starts to rise ♪
♪ Hide it with a smile disgui-ise ♪
Say, that is relaxing.
[whimpers]
Uh... this ain't no party.
[groans] Little help.
[humming]
This... is how you relax?
Hold on one second.
[sighs]
Let 'er blow!
Whoo! [explosions]
Uh-oh. [gagging]
I hope Rico had better luck.
- Aah! - Gah!
[grunting]
♪ When you feel an anger wiggle ♪
♪ Calm it with a jolly giggle ♪
[shuddering]
Aah!
We need a new strategy.
There must be another way-- what is that?
It's a desk.
It's got all the latest, Skipper.
- Lumbar chair. - Ooh, comfy.
- Multi-colored sticky notes. - [humming]
Shirtless ninja-a-day calendar!
Hooyah!
Try and think of this as the start
of an exciting new role,
one where, instead of going on missions,
you file drawings of them.
See? Here's one of you accepting your new job.
[growling]
Rico, surrogate outrage.
[babbling angrily]
[crashing, glass breaking]
New rule--from now on, this HQ is a desk-free zone.
But, Skipper, you'll pop.
But, Private, blah, blah. You can't bench a leader.
Now who among you can do what I do in battle, huh?
[clears throat] Kowalski, action.
That sounds just like Skipper.
It works for me.
I do more than that. I'm on the front lines.
Obstructing evil!
Mm...
And if a mission arises,
you simply submit an action request form.
[sighs] You're right.
Maybe I should-- smoke screen!
[groaning]
[alarm buzzing]
It's the alarm for the weapons lab!
Hans must be raiding it again.
What should we do?
Oh, move out... without me.
We'll make you proud, Skipper.
[sighs]
It's the rushing blindly into danger I'll miss the most.
Target acquired.
Hans may be tough,
but as long as we work together,
we should-- [explosion]
Be easily captured.
Ahem, Kowalski, action.
[clock ticking]
[sharpener whirring]
Hey, fancy party!
- Ringtail. - Ooh, office party theme.
Nice. I got just the stuff to make it fantastico.
- Aah! - [grunting]
Ah, I see you didn't get the memo
about crazy pants Tuesdays.
We like team players around here, buddy.
Get out of my office.
There's no "my" in team. Time is money.
- File these owies. - These wha--
owie, owie, owie, owie, owie, owie!
[alarm buzzes]
Greetings, Skipper.
I see you send your troops to fight for you now.
Hans! What have you done with my men?
Oh, you mean my trap bait?
Well, why don't you come see for yourself?
[evil chuckling]
Or else.
Heh, "or else" what?
It's scarier if he imagines it.
Inflating body or not, my men need me.
I can do this. This calls for...
an action request form in triplicate.
There we go, everything's in its nice little--
Check it! I photocopied my butt.
Ringtail!
Actually, we don't have a copier.
So I just drew my butt.
Must keep calm.
Wait... i think this is your butt.
[gasps]
Hey, you okay? Looking kind of gassy.
I'm upset and it's not just 'cause of you!
My men went into battle without their leader,
and now they're at the mercy of a psycho puffin.
[grunts]
Well, inflating body or not,
it's time to lay down the law.
Get ready, Hans. Papa justice is coming for you.
Eh, this is definitely not my butt.
Yeehaw! Boing.
[laughs] Boing!
Whoo!
Hmm, I like the plasma coil,
but do I own too many already?
Perhaps a test is in order.
[laughs]
The shadow of your doom is... over my head?
Aah!
Hans, let my penguins go.
Skipper, you're... [laughs] Different.
- He has a condition. - Never mind that.
I may be in a ridiculous state, but I can still--
- hey, hey, stop it. - [laughs]
- Stop it. - Can it be?
Is the great Skipper actually... [laughs]
Defenseless?
Come on, fight fair.
Like this? [cackles]
At last, Skipper will not foil Hans.
Win for ha--
The inflatium--it's protecting Skipper from damage!
It may be stopping me from taking damage, Kowalski,
but not from dishing it out.
Ooh-ah! Let's bounce.
- Aah! - Opa!
Boing.
Oh, ow, ow!
Neutrino cannon!
It tickles!
Oof, house blaster.
Try again.
[growls] Electro-beam.
Ion ray. Particle phaser!
Fusion turret! Laser wave!
Bomb-zooka!
Smash atomizer! Zap-o-matic 9000!
Big Bertha!
Hans, booby, you're wasting my time.
Aah!
[grunts]
How's that for a desk monkey?
Heh heh, I've still got it.
Aah!
The faux copy!
It is Mort's butt.
You did it, Skipper. Yay!
Ah, but he did not foil me.
It was the idiot, not Skipper.
[laughs]
I'm sure Skipper doesn't care about that.
[grunting angrily] I was gonna beat him!
- In ridiculous state. - Skipper, your temper.
He's approaching critical mass.
I...still... had it!
[explosion]
Ew.
Poor Skipper.
- Over here, Private. - Whoa!
I'm somewhat confused. What happened, Kowalski?
Fascinating.
It seems the inflatium merely popped you
out of your outer coat.
And left you with a rather shiny replacement, I might add.
Ooh, it's a win-win.
I'm back in action and spared the worst fate imaginable.
Popping like a balloon?
No, sharing a desk with that guy.
Eh, little help here?
Spilled the glowing shampoo on me.
Ringtail, I've got some owies to file.
Riding the ridiculous! Whoo-hoo!