AND NOW...DREAMWORKS' THE PENGUINS OF MADAGASCAR.
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CUTE AND CUDDLY, BOYS.
THE BIG APPLE...
GLITTERING JEWEL OF CIVILIZATION.
BUT IT'S RIFE WITH CRIME AND CHAOS.
HEY!
FORTUNATELY FOR THE GOOD DENIZENS OF N.Y.C.,
FOUR PENGUINS DRAW THE LINE IN THE SAND, THE GRASS,
AND/OR MACADAM.
EVIL, YOU ARE ON NOTICE.
HEY!
NO CALAMITY TOO SMALL, NO INJUSTICE TOO INSIGNIFICANT.
HEY!
NOTHING ESCAPES OUR WATCHFUL GAZE.
SKIPPER, I THINK I'VE GOT SOMETHING...
KITE IN A TREE!
OH, NO.
NO TIME TO LOSE.
PAPER SKY DANCER DOWN!
ON IT, SKIPPER.
HEY, MY KITE CAME LOOSE!
NICE!
YOU ARE QUITE WELCOME, MY FINE YOUNG MAN--
AAH!
OOF!
[whimpers]
NOT TO WORRY, SKIPPER. HE'S GOING TO BE JUST FINE.
I KNOW. I JUST FEEL BAD FOR THE LITTLE GUY.
HE'S BEEN TAKING HITS FOR THE TEAM LEFT AND RIGHT.
AAH!
PAPER CUT!
ACK!
[whimpers]
IT HAS BEEN A TOUGH AFTERNOON.
I'D LIKE TO REWARD THE BOY.
BUT HOW?
WELL, IT SHOULD BE SOMETHING SPECIAL.
HMM.
COME SEE LUNACORNS ON ICE!
RICO, 86 THAT NOISE. WE'RE TRYING TO COME UP
WITH SOMETHING THAT WOULD THRILL AND DELIGHT THE PRIVATE.
[hocks]
GUARANTEED TO THRILL AND DELIGHT--
WHAT'S SOMETHING PRIVATE WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE?
[cell phone beeping]
PFFT, SPAM. DELETE.
FEELS LIKE WE'D KNOW IT IF WE SAW IT.
HEY, WAIT A MINUTE...
FISH?
OH, HELLO.
UM...SO WHY IS EVERYONE LOOKING AT ME FUNNY?
WE ARE POSITIVELY REINFORCING YOU.
RIGHT.
- WILL IT HURT? - WILL IT HURT?
DON'T YOU JUST LOVE HIS CHILDLIKE NAIVETÉ?
IT COMES NATURALLY, I SUPPOSE.
LOOK AT HIM, SO HUMBLE, SO ENGLISHLY MODEST.
THAT'S WHY WE'RE--
TAKING ME TO LUNACORNS ON ICE!
[giggles]
UH...YES, PRIVATE.
WE'RE TAKING YOU TO LUNACORNS...UH, ON ICE?
THAT WAS INDEED THE PLAN ALL ALONG.
RIGHT!
[gulps]
OH, OH, DO YOU SUPPOSE IT'D BE ALL RIGHT
IF I INVITED MY FELLOW LUNACORN FANS TO COME ALONG?
FELLOW LUNACORN FANS?
- IMAGINARY, NO DOUBT. - RIGHT.
THE LAD'S A FREQUENT FLIER ON FLIGHTS OF FANCY.
WELL, SURE, PRIVATE, BRING ALL THE FANS YOU WANT.
THE MORE THE MERRIER.
THESE ARE YOUR FELLOW LUNACORN FANS?
I APPRECIATE THE POSITIVE PORTRAYAL
OF HORNED ANIMALS IN THE MEDIA.
AND I LEARNED ALL MY REFINED ETIQUETTE FROM THEM.
[giggles] SO WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR?
UM...KOWALSKI, RICO, SIDE BAR.
OPTIONS?
GETTING THESE LARGE MAMMALS TO THE SHOW
WILL BE NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE.
I RECOMMEND WE SCRUB THE MISSION.
AND DISAPPOINT THE PRIVATE?
- NEGATIVE. - BUT SKIPPER--
NEGATIVE!
THOSE DASHED HOPES WOULD PLANT A DARK SEED OF BITTERNESS
IN THE PRIVATE'S PURE HEART.
AND THAT BABY SEED WILL GROW INTO A TREE OF HATE...
WITH LEAVES OF CYNICISM...
JADED ROOTS OF BITTER HIPSTER-BERRIES.
I WEAR GLASSES EVEN THOUGH I DON'T NEED THEM,
'CAUSE I'M IRONIC.
I CAN'T DO IT.
I CAN'T DESTROY INNOCENCE.
SO...SOME WAY, SOMEHOW, THIS MISSION IS A GO.
[clears throat]
OH. RIGHT.
[grunts]
ALL RIGHT, ROY, YOUR TURN.
[strains]
GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT, MEN.
ON THREE:
TEN...NINE...EIGHT...
SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE.
[groans]
YOU GUYS COMING, OR WHAT?
[whimpers]
RICO.
OOH...EFFECTIVE AND PATRIOTIC.
MOVE.
UGH!
OOF! ACK!
HURRY!
[nervous laugh]
NO.
NO, NO, NO.
NO--AAH!
UH, SKIPPER, ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE ALL RIGHT?
IT WAS MORE ABOUT THE HUMILIATION
THAN THE PAIN, KOWALSKI.
SKIPPER, I CAN HOLD MY BEAK NO LONGER.
THIS MISSION IS A DISASTER, A CATASTROPHE.
WE SHOULD CUT OUR LOSSES AND GO HOME NOW
BEFORE WE SINK EVEN DEEPER INTO THIS QUAGMIRE.
IT'S--IT'S OKAY, SKIPPER.
I CAN LEARN TO LIVE WITH MY SOUL CRUSHED.
[sobs]
SARDINE, PRIVATE?
WHY BOTHER?
OOF!
KOWALSKI, WHAT'S WITH ALL THE NEGATIVE NELLY NATTERING?
THIS ISN'T A CATASTROPHE.
THIS IS A... CATASTRO...TUNITY!
A CATASTRO-TUNITY?
CATASTRO-TUNITY!
BEAUTIFUL WORD.
CATASTRO-TUNITY?
CATASTRO-TUNITY.
YOU JUST MADE THAT UP, DIDN'T YOU?
CAT. AST. RO. TUNE. ITY!
OH, A CATASTRO-TUNITY.
YES, I'VE HEARD THAT WORD BEFORE.
MANY TIMES.
SO HOW ARE WE GONNA GET
THESE TWO WIDE-BODIED BEHEMOTHS INTO THAT ARENA?
WELL, I SUPPOSE I COULD WHIP TOGETHER A MATTER-TRANSPORTER.
PROMISING. DOWNSIDE?
WE MIGHT MATERIALIZE THREE MILES
BELOW THE SURFACE OF THE EARTH.
LET'S PUT THAT IN THE PLAN "B" SLOT.
COME ON, I NEED IDEAS--
YOU GUYS, HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE?
THE SHOW STARTS ANY MINUTE.
CATASTRO-TUNITY...OOF!
LET'S CALL THAT PLAN "A."
OH, DEAR.
OKAY, PRIVATE.
LET'S GO SEE A SHOW.
YAY!
OOF! UGH!
HEY, KIDS AND CAREGIVERS...
IT'S LUNACORN TIME!
[cheers and applause]
♪ YOU KNOW THEM FROM THEIR TV SHOW ♪
♪ THE LINE OF TOYS THAT ALWAYS GLOW ♪
♪ AND DON'T FORGET THE DVDs ♪
♪ PARTY PLATES AND TODDLER TEES ♪
♪ BUT NOW FOR SOMETHING EXTRA NICE ♪
♪ LIVE LUNACORNS WILL DANCE ON ICE ♪
♪ SO COME ONE AND COME ALL ♪
- ♪ LET'S CELEBRATE ♪ - ♪ CELEBRATE ♪
♪ LET'S PUT THOSE CELL PHONES ON VIBRATE ♪
♪ IT'S A-TIME TO WATCH OUR HEROES SKATE ♪
- ♪ IT'S LUNACORNS ♪ - ♪ LUNACORNS ♪
♪ LUNACORNS ON ICE ♪
LET'S GIVE A BIG NEW YORK CITY WELCOME
TO PRINCESS SELFRESPECTRA, PRINCE SHARESALOT,
AND QUEEN PLEASEANDTHANKYOU!
[giggles]
COME ON, THAT'S YOUR CUE.
AND...COUPLE OF OTHER FRIENDS.
OH, ROY AND BING GET TO MEET THE LUNACORNS.
[gasps] LUCKY!
OUR APOLOGIES, YOUR ROYAL WORSHIP AND WHATNOT.
BIG FAN. TOTAL MISUNDERSTANDING HERE.
WE'RE GOING.
BIG FAN.
SHALL WE DO THE HAPPY HOPPY FRIENDSHIP DANCE,
PRINCE SHARESALOT?
GOSH, SHOULD WE?
[giggles]
WHOA, YOU'RE GIVING ME THE DIZZIES, HERE.
WE'RE JUST GONNA LEAVE NOW.
BIG FAN, BIG FAN.
OOF!
WHAT ARE YOU CLOWNS DOING? YOU'RE RUINING THE SHOW.
HEY, IF PRINCE SHARESALOT EATS YOU,
YOU STAY DOWN,CAPISCE?
UGH!
SOME GUYS. AM I RIGHT, PRINCE?
WHAT IS THIS?
THOSE AMATEURS ARE RUINING MY SHOW.
GET THEM OFF MY ICE NOW!
LOOKS LIKE A KERFUFFLE.
KEEP THE PRIVATE BLISSFULLY IGNORANT.
WHERE ARE THEY GOING?
- TO GET POPCORN. - OH, SMASHING.
AND TAKE OUT SOME SECURITY GOONS WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE.
- WHAT? - TO GET POPCORN.
OOH, LOOK, TRIPLE SALCHOW.
- WOW. - YAY!
SORRY. BIG FAN.
- [punching sounds] - OOF!
STOP IT!
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I CAN?
WHY ARE THOSE HACKS STILL ON MY ICE?
BECAUSE PEOPLE LIKE THE HACKS.
WHAT?
LISTEN TO THE GUFFAWS.
THEY ARE A SENSATION.
ACK!
YOW!
OH!
HA, HA! THAT MONKEY IS FUNNY!
FUNNY!
YOU'RE RIGHT.
THIS...THIS IS A SMASH.
LISTEN TO ME, DO NOT TAKE THOSE TWO OFF THE ICE.
REPEAT: DO NOT TAKE THEM OFF THE ICE.
OOF!
OH, THERE YOU GUYS ARE. WHERE'VE YOU BEEN?
YOU'RE MISSING A ROLLICKING GOOD SHOW.
WELL, WE WERE, UH, UH...
PUNCHING OURSELVES?
UH...
UH...EATING OUR FLIPPERS?
EATING!
GETTING FOOD!
WE WERE GETTING, UM... UH...POPCORN?
- POPCORN! - OH!
[hocking]
MMM!
WE WERE GETTING POPCORN.
OH, TASTY.
- HEY! - SORRY, SORRY.
HUGE FAN, DID I MENTION THAT?
[laughs]
YAY!
HEE, HEE! GIDDY UP!
OW, MY SPINE!
ALL RIGHT, PRIVATE, IT'S GETTING LATE.
IT'S TIME WE FLEW THIS COOP.
AYE, SKIPPER, AND THANK YOU.
IT WAS MARVELOUS.
PAPA BIRD TO BIRD BRAIN:
BRING DOWN THE CURTAIN.
ROGER THAT, PAPA BIRD.
[general confused chatter]
WAH-HOO-HOO!
RICO, FLOOR IT.
CAN THE SUBTLETY. BIG BOY, STAMPEDE US HOME.
YOU GOT IT, BUDDY BOY.
THANK YOU, SKIPPER.
TONIGHT WAS EVERYTHING I COULD'VE HOPED FOR, AND MORE.
- SO NO DISAPPOINTMENT? - GOSH, NO.
OH, I WANTED TO BE ON THE LUNACORN SHOW TOO.
I CAN'T STOP FALLING DOWN.
ME TOO.
OH, THERE SHOULD BE A PENGUIN IN THERE.
- HOW DISAPPOINTING. - AAH!
A CARTOON DETAILING THE EXPLOITS OF PENGUINS?
PRIVATE, THAT WOULD BE MORE AWESOMENESS
THAN THE TV-VIEWING SOFA SPUDS COULD HANDLE.
[hums]
A TUMBLEWEED?
IN NEW YORK?
YAH! GOT YOU, ROGUE SHRUBBERY!
WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME--AAH!
HA, HA, HA! SPOOKED YOU, DIDN'T I?
THE AMARILLO KID!
THAT'S RIGHT, MR. TUX. I'M BACK.
AND THIS TIME I'VE COME TO ASK FOR YOUR HELP.
NO! WAIT A MINUTE, DID YOU SAY "HELP"?
OH, SORRY, I AIN'T USED TO BEING NICE.
PLEASE! YOU'RE MY ONLY FRIEND!
AND EVERYTHING...
WHOA, NO, NO.
YOU'RE NOT OUR FRIEND. YOU'RE AN ENEMY.
SHOW HIM, KOWALSKI.
PENGUIN ENEMY FILE 308.
THE AMARILLO KID FORCED PRIVATE INTO A MINI-GOLF DEATH MATCH,
TRIED TO SELF-DESTRUCT OUR H.Q.,
AND SINGLEHANDEDLY CAUSED
THE GREAT PEANUT BUTTER WINKIE FAMINE OF 1812.
I'M...JUST GUESSING WITH THAT ONE.
BUT I'VE CHANGED.
Y'ALL TAUGHT ME A LESSON IN--IN HUMILITY AND SUCH.
AND IF YOU DON'T HELP ME, THEY'RE GONNA TAKE MY SHELL.
[gasps] WHO IS?
THE GUH--THE GUH-- THE GOPHERS.
[gophers chortling]
TWO OF THE MEANEST, LOUSIEST TWO-TIMERS
WHAT EVER PARTOOK OF THE GOOD GAME OF MINI-GOLF.
THAT'S THEM UP THERE.
UM...
I BET THEM MY SHELL AND LOST.
NOW THEY'RE GONNA TAKE IT OFF MY BACK,
USE IT FOR A GUACAMOLE BOWL AND SUCH.
PLEASE, Y'ALL ARE THE GOOD GUYS.
AREN'T THE GOOD GUYS SUPPOSED TO HELP
NO MATTER WHO IT IS AND EVERYTHING?
AW.
AAH!
WHAT A NUT.
NOW ON THE UPSIDE, THIS MEANS WE CAN THROW
A VANQUISHED VILLAIN PARTY. 308 OVER AND OUT.
PARTY!
PRIVATE'S GUEST OF HONOR.
BUT, SKIPPER, THE AMARILLO KID
DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG THIS TIME.
PRIVATE, HE'S YOUR ENEMY.
NOW, YOU DON'T SEE ME HELPING HANS,
OR BUCK ROCKGUT HELPING THE RED SQUIRREL,
OR KOWALSKI HELPING DORIS THE DOLPHIN.
DORIS ISN'T MY ENEMY.
ISN'T SHE, KOWALSKI? THINK ABOUT IT.
[sobs] AAH! DOR...IS...
SOLDIER, I KNOW YOUR BIG, SOFT HEART IS CONFUSED.
BUT SOMETIMES THE BEST WAY TO HELP SOMEONE
IS TO BAKE A DELICIOUS CAKE CELEBRATING THEIR TRAGIC DEFEAT.
MAYBE SOMETHING IN A COD GLAZE? HMM?
OW!
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AMARILLO KID...
PRIVATE!
I KNEW YOU'D COME TO SAVE ME.
WHERE ARE THE TOUGHER PENGUINS?
IT'S JUST YOU AND ME, KID.
SKIPPER SAYS WE DON'T HELP OUR ENEMIES,
BUT I KNOW WHAT'S RIGHT.
WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
"CAMEL-FLAGGING" MY PRESENCE.
THEM GOPHERS COULD BE ANYWHERE.
LOOKY HERE!
A RUSTY OLD PUTTER?
NOT JUST ANY PUTTER...
THE WESTCHESTER PUTTER.
FORGED DEEP IN THE FIRES OF MOUNT BOGEYHAHA,
LEGEND SAYS ANY PLAYER WHO WIELDS IT
WILL BE UNBEATABLE.
[car alarm sounds] WHAT WAS THAT?
ALL WE GOTTA DO IS GRAB IT FROM THIS HERE COUNTRY CLUB,
AND I CAN USE IT TO BEAT THE GOPHERS.
[gasps]
I CAN'T HELP YOU TAKE SOMETHING
THAT DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU.
DID I SAY "GRAB"?
I MEANT, UH, WHAT'S THAT WORD? "BORROW," AND SUCH.
WELL, AS LONG AS WE PUT IT BACK AFTER.
YEE-HA-HA!
WITH YOU ON MY SIDE,
WE'LL HAVE THIS MISSION HOG-TIED FASTER
THAN A PIG IN A YARN BARN. [chuckles]
WHAT'S THAT? A PIG IN A YARN BARN.
[vent clanking]
- LOOK, OH-- - OW.
OW. CAREFUL.
WE DON'T WANT TO BREAK ANYTHING, ESPECIALLY ME.
[gasps] THE WESTCHESTER PUTTER.
WHAT? NO SECURITY CASE?
THIS'LL BE EASY. WE CAN JUST GRAB--
I'LL GET IT! AH!
AH-HUH!
[lamp rattles]
[bookcase creaks]
AH!
[chandelier squeaks]
[crash]
SORRY.
GOT A LITTLE OVERLY FIRED UP THERE.
[grunts]
THERE.
WHEN THAT FAN TURNS ON, IT'LL COIL THE ROPE
AND LIFT THE CHANDELIER RIGHT OFF THE PUTTER.
AH, KOWALSKI WOULD BE SO-- NO, NOT YET!
[switch clicks]
WHOA, OH, OHH!
[armor clanking]
[stammering]
WHOA, OH!
WHOA!
[crash]
[panting]
YOU'RE NOT VERY GOOD AT THIS, ARE YOU?
DEPENDS ON THE MEANING OF "GOOD."
[alarm rings]
YOU GUYS GET THE SHOVELS, I'LL GET THE CAR.
[gasps] INTRUDER ALARM.
THERE'S A BREACH IN THE ZOO'S PERIMETER.
MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!
[dramatic music]
[stammering]
WELL, WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?
A PAIR OF SHELL-SNATCHING GOPHERS
OUT FOR A LITTLE UNDERGROUND B&E?
WHOA, EASY, MR. BIRD MAN. YOU'VE GOT IT ALL WRONG.
YOU GOT IT ALL NOT RIGHT.
I AM GOMER. THIS IS MY BROTHER BO.
PLEASURE IS ALL YOURS.
WE ARE LOOKING FOR THE AMARILLO KID,
YES, IT IS TRUE.
BUT WE DID NOT COME FOR HIS SHELL.
WE CAME TO WARN YOU. OH, YEAH.
THAT AMARILLO TRICKED US UP SOMETHING FIERCE.
HE MADE US BET ALL OUR VALUABLES ON CRAZY GOLF GAMES
AND THEN WHUPPED US.
WE LOST EVERYTHING TO HIM.
[hums sad violin tune]
EVEN OUR TINY VIOLIN.
AW.
SO THE STORY HE TOLD US WAS A LIE?
[hums sad violin tune]
HA! I KNEW IT.
GOOD THING YOU DIDN'T FALL FOR IT.
RIGHT, PRIVATE?
PRIVATE? PRIVATE?
PRIVATE'S NOT HERE, IS HE?
OH, THIS IS NOT TURNING OUT LIKE I PLANNED.
- [water running] - OH, IT'S HOPELESS.
WE AIN'T NEVER GETTING THAT PUTTER.
THERE'S A SOLUTION FOR EVERY PROBLEM.
LET'S JUST THINK.
YOU KNOW, IF RICO WAS HERE,
HE'D PROBABLY JUST BLOW IT ALL UP,
BUT IT'S NOT LIKE WE HAVE ANY DYNAMITE OR LAND MINES, OR--
- [spark crackling] - GOT A CANNON!
[sighs] OF COURSE YOU DID.
[explosion]
[furniture rattling]
[putter clatters]
IT'S THE WESTCHESTER!
THE BLAST FREED IT.
- HOORAY! - WE DID IT, TUX.
WHOO-HOO!
NOW YOU CAN REMATCH THOSE GOPHERS,
THEN GIVE THE PUTTER RIGHT BACK.
YEAH, YEAH. YEAH...
GIVE IT BACK AND EVERYTHING...
YOU REALLY HAVE CHANGED, TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF,
NOT TRICKING PEOPLE ANYMORE.
[stammering] TRICK--I DON'T--WHY--YOU--
- I CAN'T-- - YES!
TRUTH AND HONESTY-- THAT'S YOUR GAME NOW.
I-I-I--
I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
- PRIVATE, I--I DONE WRONGED YOU. - WHAT?
I'M NOT BORROWING THIS HERE PUTTER.
I'M STEA--I'M ST--
I'M STEALING IT. OH, THERE I SAID IT.
- WHA-- - FOR THE GOPHERS!
THEY SAID I COULD KEEP MY SHELL IF I SNATCHED IT FOR 'EM,
AND I COULDN'T DO IT ALONE,
SO I--I HORNSWAGGLED YOU.
I FEEL KIND OF BAD.
THEN SKIPPER WAS RIGHT.
I SHOULDN'T HAVE HELPED MY ENEMY.
BUT YOU KNOW, I'D RATHER GO SHELL-LESS
IF IT MEANS PROVING YOU WERE RIGHT.
REALLY?
SURE, BRING ON THEM GOPHERS.
I'LL PUTTER WITH THEM MYSELF.
MY, MY, MY,
LOOK WHO'S PUTTING WITH THE ENEMY.
[gasps] GOPHERS!
SKIPPER, HOW DID YOU FIND US?
EASY.
WE JUST FOLLOWED INSUBORDINATION ROAD
AND HUNG A LEFT AT GULLIBLE WAY.
ALSO, YOU LEFT A TRAIL.
SERIOUSLY, ADD SOME SNEAK-AWAY DRILLS
TO YOUR TRAINING REGIMENT.
BUT SKIPPER, THE GOPHERS...
ARE THE VICTIMS.
OPEN YOUR EYES, MAN. YOU WERE TRICKED.
[crash]
AS WERE WE... APPARENTLY.
[laughs] I LOVE THESE PENGUINS.
THEY WILL BELIEVE ANYTHING.
[laughs]
THEY'RE NOT SMART LIKE US AT ALL.
GOPHER, WHAT GIVES?
SKIPPER, IF I MAY? [clears throat]
I BELIEVE THE GOPHERS' PLAN
WAS TO HAVE THE AMARILLO KID RECRUIT PRIVATE
TO PENETRATE THIS ESTABLISHMENT'S SECURITY NET
AND STEAL THE--UH, WHAT'S IT CALLED?
THE WESTCHESTER PUTTER.
FROM MOUNT BOGEYHAHA.
RIGHT.
THE GOPHERS ALSO SPECULATED
THAT PROLONGED EXPOSURE TO PRIVATE
MIGHT IMPROVE THE KID'S QUESTIONABLE MORAL CHARACTER
SO THAT HE JUST MIGHT NOT STEAL THE WESTCHESTER PUTTER.
[in the background] FROM MOUNT BOGEYHAHA.
SO THEY PLAYED ON YOUR SYMPATHIES
TO LEAD THEM TO PRIVATE AND THE KID
SO THEY COULD THEN STEAL THE WESTCHESTER PUTTER.
[in the background] FROM MOUNT BOGEYHAHA--
YES, WE GOT THAT!
FOR THEMSELVES. ALL RIGHT, I'M DONE.
KOWALSKI, THAT'S THE MOST COCKAMAMIE,
CONVOLUTED PLAN I'VE EVER HEARD.
THERE'S NO WAY I HELP THIEVES.
NAILED IT.
ARRIVEDERCI, SNOW BIRDS,
AND THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR HELP.
WELL, THIS IS AWKWARD.
IT'S OKAY, SKIPPER.
WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES.
YEAH, BUT YOU GUYS MAKE THEM ALL THE TIME.
IT'S NEW FOR ME.
YOU'RE FREE.
[groans]
HA! LET'S BAG SOME GOPHERS!
[carts revving]
WE GOT BIRDIES ON US.
INCOMING!
- [golf ball zooming] - [gasping]
RICO, PUTTER ME.
OKAY. [gagging]
ONE.
ATTA SOLDIER. KOWALSKI, PUNCH IT.
- [grunts] - [grunts]
[screaming]
[tacks clatter]
[gasps] EVADE!
[screaming]
all: WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!
[both laughing]
[groaning]
WE GOT 'EM! HA, HA!
[tires screech]
WATER HAZARD!
[metal clanging]
[grunts]
AH!
- I'M GIVING HER ALL SHE'S GOT. - [groaning]
SHE CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE, SKIPPER.
[groans]
[tires screech]
[laughing]
LATER, LOSERS.
NO!
- [grunts] - HUH?
[dramatic music]
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[engine struggling]
WHO IS IT? HOLD ON.
UH!
PU-PU-PU-PUTTER WHOOPED YOU.
I DID.
LEAVE 'EM HANGING, BOYS.
LET THE SPRINKLERS CLEAN 'EM UP.
AIN'T NOTHING BUT A RUSTY OLD PUTTER ANY OLD WAYS.
- YEAH. - LET'S GO.
THANK YOU, MR. TUX.
I'M AS APPRECIATIVE AS A HORSEFLY IN A PIGSTY.
YOU KNOW I AM.
AND NOW I'M HEADING OFF INTO THE SUNSET,
BUT REST ASSURED, I'VE TURNED OVER THEM NEW LEAVES
AND WHATCHAMACALLITS,
AND I'LL BE AS HONEST AS AN ABE FROM NOW ON.
[clears throat]
THE PUTTER.
OH, RIGHT. [laughs]
ALMOST FORGOT.
[dramatic music]
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