And now, DreamWorks'
The Penguins of Madagascar.
[bell tolls]
[brassy detective music]
- Hit it. - ♪ Hey-oh, yah, hah ♪
- ♪ Oh, hey-oh ♪ - Yeah.
- ♪ Hey-oh ♪ - Yeah, oh-hey-oh ♪
[brassy detective music]
[camera shutter clicks]
Cute and cuddly, boys.
[heavy drum music]
Come on, come on, come on, faster, Maurice!
Just a little more polish.
Done!
At last, the royal post-rear-ior
has a symbol worthy of its royal awesomeness.
[chuckles]
- [crunching sound] - Ow!
- You okay? - Do not worry.
[crunching sound] Agh!
It is only a royal pain.
[crunching sounds] Agh! Nothing to--ow!
Where is the royal sitting cushion?
[groans]
Ooh! [chuckles]
My spleen is tickle-y! Ooh!
I'll be honest, I'd have used Maurice myself,
but you are the king.
Wha--Clemson?
Evil!
Psst. Who's the chair warmer?
You don't remember Clemson?
He tried to replace you as k--
Thanks for the intro, Jeeves,
But I think I know how to make an entrance.
greetings, your highness.
and... lowness.
that's frankly horrifying, but I bring you earth-shaking
yet, it's kind of funny, news.
behold the birth certificate of a certain lemur king.
Oh look, Maurice, it's my baby booty prints.
so cute.
Yeah, but, uh, see, did you notice the fine print?
the part that says, "You weren't born on Madagascar?"
- Uh-oh. - Thus, according to the sacred
messy scribbles of Lemur Law,
Julien cannot inherit the crown.
- [gasps] - [gasps]
[laughs]
Inherit! That is hilarious.
[laughs]
What does that mean?
It means... [chuckles]
You can't be king!
What do you see, Kowalski?
This new zoom lens is amazing, Skipper.
Mason's nose hair, Alice's security codes,
even mort looks so close, it's like he's running
right through the lens, craw--
- Oof! - [screams]
- [muffled grunts] - He's gone rabid!
lethal force approved, men.
Kowalski's expendable.
- [retches] - [chainsaw buzzes]
[insane yelling]
[all groan]
Wait.
He's not rabid.
Help King Julien!
Clemson is...
evil!
Maurice, you speak babble. clarify.
Clemson's back and he has proof the Julien can't be king.
Is that all?
You don't understand.
Clemson's gonna make himself king now.
Mort and I will have to serve him.
it's a disaster!
Agreed.
ringtail may be a buffoon,
but he's a relatively harmless buffoon.
But Clemson, he's no buffoon.
and that concerns me.
Maurice, regalese options?
Lemurs pick their new king with a sacred competition.
Julien can't inherit the crown, but he can earn it if he wins.
Ooh! Duel at dawn?
Royal obstacle course.
Oh, so what's the big deal?
Well, let's just say King Julien
ain't exactly in fighting form, okay?
[shivering] Not... royalty.
He's been this way since he found out he wasn't king.
[gibberish] Weird.
Julien won't beat Clemson like this.
Well, option two then.
complete annihilation of the lemur kingdom.
[retches]
Hi.
Wait, Skipper, I may have an idea.
Ugh! Does it involve freakish mad science?
Just my brain-switching machine.
Oh, well as long as it's nothing weird.
We could use it to switch bodies
with Julien and compete for him. [shrieks]
You can use your crazy penguin science ray to win for me?
Why weren't you saying so?
all: Oof!
[screams and groans]
[blender whirs]
- [electricity crackles] - [static]
- [giggles] - [mumbles]
Hey, check me out.
I'm the psycho bird.
Oof!
Oh, okay, that's a little gross.
You sure Rico's the best choice?
[mumbling gibberish]
Booty.
Oh, yeah.
[cheers and applause]
Whoa oh!
Whoa!
Oh, yeah, yah!
- How about that? - Uh...
[cheers and applause]
Thank you, thank you.
by the way, let's see the ex-king, lazy-rump, beat that.
Go, you crazy beast.
Be aggressive. B-E aggressive.
Wait, wait, wait, did Rico just talk?
You know, non-gruntingly?
Marlene, focus on the game.
Bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam.
[gibberish]
Booty.
Julien wins!
[cheers and applause]
How--what the-- with the ramming and--
[gibberish]
Wait a minute, what's wrong with your voice?
Allergies. What's the next event?
Royal manners.
- Thanks. - Something smells rotten here.
It always smells rotten here,
but I mean this is really rotten.
I didn't shower today.
or ever.
okay, I'm going to help the penguins and King Julien now.
Penguins?
- [blender whirs] - [static]
[grunting] Hey, look at that.
I'm me again. All right!
Excelente work, Rico.
Up next, royal manners.
Hmm, now who's polite?
Sickeningly polite.
Private, you're up!
Why thank you, Skipper.
Not a compliment.
Kowalski, switch 'em.
- [blender whirs] - [electricity crackles]
This really could work?
We have out-schemed a schemer! [laughs]
So that's their game?
Well, I have not yet begun to scheme.
They won't beat me twice.
I'll--is it wrong that I talk to myself this much?
I don't think so. What do I care?
I'm evil. [evil laugh]
It's teatime in the cupcake factory.
[giggles]
Look, I don't prance that much.
Boosh.
Uh--I mean...
I...am being ready
for the royal manners-y contest-y thingie.
Actually, slight change.
manners requires clear skies.
[birds chirp]
Our replacement contest is, hold on a second...
that's right, being mean to servants.
- What? - You heard me.
- Say the angry words! - Do it!
- Come on, do it! - Do it!
[whimpers]
Oh, no, I am touching the feet.
You better be mean to me soon.
Um, Mort is so silly, he--
he uses his salad fork for his dessert.
I can't do this! [whimpers]
Does Julien seem different to you?
Boo! Get off the stage you!
[cries]
[sighs] Get private out of there.
Darn the luck.
Better luck next time.
But coming up, it's the royal trivia contest.
Bring on the trivia!
Trivia contest?
Oh, wait, I must have read it upside down.
Hold on a second.
The next event is actually
Ultimate Gorilla Wrestling!
Yo.
- [punching sounds] - [pained groans]
Leave the body alone! [whimpers]
I am defeated and whatnot.
What in the name of Patton's bagpipes?
that ape took a dive.
[grunts]
[mumbling] Lincoln's secretary
was named Kennedy.
Hey, yo, those phantom punches
are stronger than they look.
Blast that trickster.
Those event were hand-picked
for private and Kowalski's failure.
Everyone fails at gorilla wrestling.
Rico could have done it.
You too.
We better figure out something.
There's only one even left and Clemson's winning by a mile.
Evil!
Skipper, why don't you go?
Me in his body?
Ooh. Are you supposed to stop when you feel the resistance
or just push through?
What self-respecting penguin
would agree to switch bodies with ringtail?
[laughs] Answer me that.
But you made us--
Stay on track, Kowalski.
Now how does Clemson know who's in the lemur suit?
It's almost as if he's...
right behind us!
Works in the movies sometimes. [screams]
[all scream]
Hey, classy place you got here.
Well, not classy, but it suits you, which is half the battle.
little tip though.
Your periscope is showing.
[gasps]
Egad, he was spying on us!
[evil laugh]
And you played right into my paws.
Oh, it was sweet.
It was beautiful.
It was fantastic. It was me.
[growls]
Enjoying life as a commoner, Julie?
Be-silence your insulty zings!
You cannot take away a true king's... dignities.
[chuckles] Game over, boys.
Unless you can score, oh, 744 points in one event,
I'm the true king around here, not just in my head.
And I can't wait to welcome my new servant staff.
Hint: No days off.
What do we do?
Clemson is going to be
King of the Lemurs.
And I'm going to be
a common-y commoner forever!
A loser!
Like that guy.
And that is how you insult someone!
No. Nuh-uh.
I refuse to be outplayed by a lemur.
I don't care how many points I have to score.
Mark my words.
That schemer will not win. [blender whirs]
You hear me? He will know sorrow!
And I've got just the plan.
He won't know what hit him.
[screams] Oof!
Needles, I gotta get over that.
Winner: This guy!
Eh, I'm thinking he was not
being a good choice for knitting.
Hey, hi there, hey, right back at ya.
Love this pointing thing.
It means nothing.
And now, my right hand man, Maurice--
we'll change that name, by the way,
king me, baby!
Uh-huh.
It's really happening.
This is it, my moment!
My moment forever!
I'm finally king!
I'm the king!
I'm--what's with the new crown?
What happened?
How'd I get back here?
Let me put that another way.
What happened?
How'd I get back here?
Schemed ya!
[clears throat] I mean...
Greetings, my worshipping subjects.
No, I'm me.
I am the king. Worship me.
Talk about a sore loser.
That crown is mine. [yells]
Yes, of course, I King Clemson, decree
the royal crown belongs to you, handsome lemur, Julien.
Aha! I told you you couldn't beat me.
Why doesn't this feel right?
Now, Kowalski!
Hey, monkeys, I totally tooted in your bananas.
Lemur, run now.
Can I at least have the crown you sat on in the beginning?
[screams]
[repeated yelps]
Want a crown?
I'll give you a crown. Come here!
[curious music]
[police siren blares]
[lion roars]
[wheels squeak]
[elephant trumpets]
[news program lead-in]
Huh? Agh!
Snack run, initiate.
Kowalski, hit the sweet and salty mix.
Aye, Skipper.
Private, peanut butter winkies.
Yay!
Rico?
Ooh, meow-meows.
- Ow! - Negatory, compadre.
[grunting] Oh, but--meow--meow-meows--
No, no, no, no, no, no.
You know exactly why
you can't have Marshmeow-meows.
- Aww. - [gasps] Skipper.
The peanut butter winkies.
There's only one box left!
What sugar shortage madness is this?
Ow!
A sad day at The Wally Winky factory in Yonkers
because it's the last day.
After 50 years, the maker of Marshmeow-meows,
Fudgy ducklings, and Peanut Butter Winkies
is shutting its doors forever.
- No way! - Gah!
Shutting down the winky factory!
They can't!
Better grab those winkies now, folks,
because once they're gone, they are gone.
- Wha? - Back off, four-eyes.
These winkies are ours!
oof!
No, it couldn't be.
- What? - Nothing.
It's nothing.
Rico, settle our tab.
- [retches] - [screams]
[coughs] Huh?
Ow!
To think, the last peanut butter winkies we'll ever taste
are sitting inside this display barrel.
Just chewing and spitting and--hang about.
Stack and topple. Plan echo, go!
ooh, and one to grow on.
- Ringtail! - No!
[retches]
[all yelp]
- [all growl] - [whimpers]
You call this a snacky run?
These winky cakes taste like a peanut vomited in my face.
Then why did you eat all of them?
Because, sometimes being the royalty
means sacrificing for the peoples.
Maurice, put me in the "noble tragedy" pose.
No, the one that is noble and tragic.
Sad arms.
Sad! Arms!
Ugh, I will do it myself, you lazy!
[groans]
I weep for you, my liege.
[sobs]
That's it, boys.
Welcome to a world without winkies.
A zero winky future.
A winky-less pit of despair.
Bye, winky.
No, I refuse to give up
as long as there's even one box
of peanut butter winkies left in this world.
Uh, I thought the point was that there wasn't.
Not in stores, no.
but I'll bet there is here.
The Wally Winky factory in Yonkers.
They haven't shut down yet.
And I say we hit them for every box they've got
and take the fight right down their ruddy throats.
for the winkies!
What?
Then it really is true.
You've got the drive, the steely grit, the flame in your belly.
- [sneeze] - Aah! My face!
- What? - Leadership, man.
The next stage in your soldier's training.
We're going into that factory, oh yes.
And you are going to command the mission.
My first command?
You think I'm ready for that?
Of course you are, right?
I mean, you're not gonna crack on me, are you?
Because if the pressure makes you cave like a spelunker,
uh... Kowalski, help me out.
We all die horribly while screaming our mother's names.
Bingo, so don't do that.
[whimpers]
Eh, you'll do fine.
Just ask yourself, "What would Skipper do?"
Right. Ooh!
Ooh, good start.
Private, explain these random gesticulations.
Isn't that what you always do?
I make hand signals.
They mean things.
Really? Then what did mine mean?
What? Are we canceling the hula girl decoys?
♪ Aloha o-- ♪
Aww, man.
Okay, um, let's go inside.
- Ow, wow. - Sweet dandy candy.
There!
The winkies production line!
And it's official.
the last batch of peanut butter winkies
is rolling off for the shipping department.
Fare the well, snack cakes.
These old pipes will sing no more.
This is Chuck Charles, and like the ninja,
I vanish as suddenly as I appear.
These microphones cost money, Chuck!
I am the ninja! [martial arts cry]
Eh, just smile and wave, private.
It's only the last winkies ever going bye-bye forever!
Like fiddlesticks they are.
Kowalski, Skipper, winky box intercept.
Wedge formation. both: Aye, sir.
Rico, you and I will--hey?
Ooh, ooh, meow-meows?
Oh, um, sure, we can handle the winky operation with three.
Yay! Meow-meows.
Where's Rico?
It's all right, I let him grab some of those
sugar-coated marshmallow kitten treats instead.
- Oh, that's--aah! - What?
You let Rico have marshmeow-meows?
So, that's not what you'd do then?
[insane grunting]
[cackles]
More, more, more, more, more, more!
He's gonna be hurt, what do we do?
Oh, maybe we can all hug a rainbow
and fly to Lunacorn land, guvnor.
I'm just trying to give you the full "being Skipper" experience.
Okay, um, save Rico, then winkies. Go!
- [steam whistle blows] - More meow-meows!
more meow-meows!
[struggling grunts]
Meow-meows.
Kowalski, explain-y thing.
He's gone marshmaloco.
[alarm sounds]
Then there go the winkies.
Two minutes in and I've already fouled up everything.
This isn't what Skipper would do at all.
No, come on, you're over thinking it.
Just get the mission done, man.
Right. If the winkies are off to shipping,
we can intercept them here, at the candy cranes.
- And Rico? - Meow-meows! Meow-meows!
Grab him, drag him, I don't care.
We're in active winky pursuit.
There's the fire. Hoo-hah!
[industrial machinery hums]
There!
Engage winkies! [both grunt]
- Com--come on. - Meow-meows!
Meow-meows!
Agh!
[screams]
- What? - Not my head!
That's where my brain lives! [screams]
Meow-meows! Meow-meows!
[grumbles] Hang on.
But the hanging is what makes it so owie!
Owie! [screams]
[bones crack]
- Meow-meows! - [cracks spine]
Meow-meows! Meow-meows!
Shipping department, just past the marshmallow river.
Winkies, we can still catch the winkies.
[unintelligible muttering]
Obsession past the point of reason.
Now you're singing my tune, leader man.
Meow-meows!
- I'm not g--y--h-- - Hey, Kowalski.
What? Agh!
[laughs]
Ooh, bad Rico!
Ho ho, meow-meow.
Ow!
[both grunt]
[screams]
Oof!
That's enough, Rico!
This is a winkie retrieval mission.
There will be no more marshmallow kittens!
[confused moans]
- [whimpers] - Meow-meow!
[screams]
Rico, no!
[screams] Keep away from me.
You've had enough of it already!
Winkies!
Well-lead, mission leader.
- [grunts] - Ow!
[screams]
[alarm buzzes]
Bernouli's principle.
It's gonna blow!
[both scream]
No!
[both scream]
[whimpers]
Well, it's the leader's paradox, private.
The mission or the man?
Now what would skip--ugh!
Will you shut it?
I just want winkies!
Oof!
Go, private!
Push through this epic suck-storm!
Nothing matters but the miss--oof!
Oh, whoa!
No! that was the last box of--winkies!
Hey, private. Buddy.
- What would skipper do? - Just get the mission done.
Nothing matters but the mission.
What? That doesn't sound like me at all.
[screams]
Yes! [crazy laugh]
What?
Don't you give me that look, winky man.
I earned this!
I've betrayed all my friends.
And for what?
Bits of moist, chocolate-drizzled cake
rolled around the creamed essence of select...
Georgia peanuts.
[gasps] I'm not a skipper at all.
I'm a Rico!
Rico don't talk to imaginary candy wrapper people.
[yelps] What have I done?
Hang on, Skipper.
I'm coming!
[screams]
Skipper, I'm so sorry.
It's all right, private,
as long as you learned your lesson.
Yes, yes, Skipper.
I'll never put snack cakes in front of my friends again.
Wrong! the lesson is leadership is my job.
You just stick to the cuteness and hackneyed British slang.
[British accent] Okay, Guvnor?
Right, Skipper.
I'm a jolly pip, I am. [chuckles]
[screams] Ooh!
Oh, my belly.
Aw, tummyache, soldier?
Then I guess you've learned not to eat so much candy in one--
[dry heaves]
Aah!
[whispers] The things I have seen.
Oh, bad meow-meow.