And now Dreamworks' The Penguins of Madagascar.
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[grunting]
After-hours field trip, engage.
I call butterfly pavilion.
Negatory, Private.
We're here to see one item only--
the katana of General Shingen,
ancient Japan's legendary snow monkey warrior.
Ha-ha. Monkey with a sword.
Legendary warrior, Private.
Everything I know about combat I learned from Shingen's theories.
This sword is history forged in steel.
[chuckles]
Monkey sword. Ow!
Found it, Skipper.
Ooh, and it's right over there
in the Hall of Accursed Artifacts.
Oh! Lucky I came prepared.
Good work, Private.
What you got? Garlic, wolfsbane?
Trust you brought enough to share.
Lunacorns eat sparkles and sleep on rainbows.
[groans]
Move in.
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[jingling]
What sweater-vested neck beard
left Shingen's sword in this wing?
There's nothing but cursed relics and unholy bric-a-brac.
[deeply] You should not be here.
[all screaming]
Because we totally found all these fancy-fancies first.
[normal] Check it out.
Voice-changing royal neckoration.
[laughs]
[deeply] I will eat your soul.
[laughs]
My soul tastes like gummi worms.
Ringtail, explain this unsanctioned tagalong.
The king likes to keep up on the latest royal accessories.
You know, orbs, scepters...
Did you know they put sparklies
on the eggs?
It's like now I am the king of breakfast too.
I'd advise a strict "look but don't touch" policy.
This entire hall is crawling with foul spectral energy.
[babbles]
Shh. Be still, lord sparklebreakfast.
- [babbles] - [whimpers]
[chuckles] Yeah, I know.
Spooky.
[screams]
Please don't hurt me,
talking jar.
Oh, no, hey, hey, sorry.
Not everyone gets my humor.
It's more chuckle-funny than ha-ha-funny.
[whimpers]
I see somebody has a unicorn.
I like.
No, let's commit to love.
I love unicorns.
She likes to have her tail brushed.
[blathers]
The sword of General Shingen.
Meh. It's no magic egg.
I don't know. That is a nice sword.
Hey!
[chuckles] You are a naughty, jealous egg.
This is all illuminating history.
Where's Private?
He should be witnessing this.
Now some think the softness comes from brushing,
but actually I hand-fluff each strand separately.
[chuckles]
That is so funny.
I would have said brushing.
- I really would have. - Private!
[Lunacorn squeaks]
Hey! Whoa!
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to-- aagh!
Gullible ice-duck.
You have broken my ceramic prison
of seven centuries.
You have freed Kuchikukan, Destroyer of Worlds!
Nice going, buddy.
- [babbles] - You tricked me!
You wanted that urn broken.
And I'm gonna possess your body
to destroy this planet.
Turns out I'm kind of a jerk.
What? Possess my--my body?
Whoever breaks the mystic prison
hosts the spirit trapped inside.
It's standard cursed artifact law.
I took an online course.
[yells]
[exclaims]
[all yelp]
Oh, come on.
The unicorn broke the urn?
Fine. Let's see what this body can do.
- Kick in the face. - Aagh!
Oh, evil, I've missed you.
Stop that pink play pony!
Wow. There's just no way to make that sound manly.
Hyah!
You want to dance, prom queen?
Yeah. Get some destroyer of worlds up on you.
I hate to burst your bubble, but you realize
you're stuck in the body of a preschool toy?
You're not even a choking hazard.
Ha. Matter of time, chief.
Once I possessed this loaf of smoked cheese.
Two weeks later, bam, six worlds destroyed.
See ya.
Compared to that, this body is...
Hugs are the best medicine.
Okay, that wasn't me.
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- Gah! - Peekaboo!
- To the face! - Wah!
- Whee!
- Private! - What is wrong with you?
Why are you doing this?
Seriously?
"Kuchikukan, Destroyer of Worlds"--
it's right there in the name.
Hyah!
So, Lunacorn expert,
- chitchat me. - Huh!
This toy I'm in, any special functions?
Secret abilities?
Optional apocalyptic accessories?
Gah. What?
Egad, he's an adaptive spirit.
Tell him nothing, Private.
The more he learns about his host body,
the more he unlocks its world-destroying powers.
Well, it was a very thorough online course.
World-destroying powers? Come on, it's a Lunacorn.
What's he gonna do?
Comfort us to death with his night-light?
Ooh.
Whoa, time out.
I have a night-light? Yeah.
[exclamations]
Time in. To the face!
[whimpers]
Rico, get us airborne.
Whah!
Thank you.
[yells]
Hasta la planet, chumpaneros.
Mm, these sparkles are yummy.
700 years to come up with that exit line,
and you ruin it?
I miss the cheese loaf.
Boys, we just got taken to school
by pink princess ponycorn.
And there ain't no manly way to say that.
Hey, penguin peoples.
I think you should be checking this out.
Of course.
The pictographs from Kuchikukan's urn.
Perhaps there's some kind of clue on them.
What--no.
I just need everybody to see how skillsy I am
with the picture puzzles.
That is a very evil cheese loaf.
Uh, guys, maybe this one.
Oh, General Shingen
trapped the Destroyer of Worlds in that urn?
Apparently with the help
of some supernaturally powerful, glowing--
- Sword? - Ah, yes.
I got so awed I forgot to finish my sentence.
So Shingen's sword is hiding a few hoodoo secrets
of its own, eh?
Apologies, general,
but we need to borrow this.
How come I do not have a glowy super sword?
We got you that egg.
[babbles]
Oh, shut up.
No one is impressed with you anymore.
And now, mystic sword,
I command thee, find and defeat
the Destroyer of Worlds.
Yahhhhh.
Well, worth a try.
Kowalski, let's get this thing back to the lair
and puzzle out its secrets.
- Ay, Skipper. - Right.
And Rico and I will go find this Kuchikukan tricky liar pants.
Right. Wait. Say what?
This is my apocalyptic mess,
and I intend to clean it up.
Yeah, it's your mess. It's not my mess.
Crazy mission approved, soldier.
What's your plan?
Well, he's trying to learn about Lunacorns.
I figured I'd just think like one of them.
Oh. How wonderful.
Well, you know, it's not like you can make
the apocalypse worse.
Some think the softness comes from brushing,
but actually I hand-fluff each strand separately.
Oh, Prince Sharesalot,
you are so wise in the ways of proper tail grooming.
Yes, yes, I know about the fluffing.
Give me power.
[machine whining]
Bah. Negative again.
I've tried spectrographic hydrolysis,
geosynchrotic metallurgy,
even a few sciencey-sounding things that I now just made up.
Skipper, this simply may be an ordinary sword.
Forget all the lab rat mumbo jumbo.
Maybe all this supernatural super weapon needs
is a warrior's touch
and a reason to fight.
So, wait, you want me to throw a watermelon
at your head?
Come on. We need to test this sword
in a combat situation.
Now make it as real as you can possibly--
- [screams] - Mm-hmm.
- [giggles] - Sword!
Run, Mort.
Bring the glowy magic
home to the king.
I did it, King Julien.
I grabbed it, and I runned with it,
and now we will be besties forever.
Yeah, I did not agree to any of these terms.
- Tackle coming. - Ahh!
Oh-ho, yes! Ahh!
[both scream]
both: no!
Ringtail, you greedy dope.
That sword was our only way to stop the Destroyer of Worlds.
Oh, you think that I am not also upset?
But instead of cry-babying,
I am fixing the problem.
Maurice, I have decided I am wanting the egg after all.
Skipper, look.
Forces of evil, beware.
Once more, General Shingen rises to fight for--
somebody broke my sword, didn't they?
[stammering]
It is standard soul-in-object law.
Break the vessel, host the spirit.
Yeah, we got that with the urn guy.
Kuchikukan?
You have freed the Destroyer of Worlds?
What form has he taken?
[grunts]
[chuckles]
Laugh now, but you will talk,
Prince Sharesalot.
You will talk.
I call laughter tickle music.
[giggles]
And thanks for chiming in, village idiot.
Never insult the good name Lunacorn.
both: Hyah!
[grunting]
Oh, please. Tell me this body's
got more powers than night-lights
and tail brushing.
Sharing is the strongest power of all.
Okay. See what I'm dealing with?
You dream and dream about stealing a new body,
and, when you do, hi, Princess Hairdresser.
Take that back.
Princess Selfrespectra is the noble leader
of all the Lunacorns,
and together they--
I wasn't supposed to say things.
Noble leader of all of the Lunacorns?
See, that I can use.
[giggling]
- I love you. - You're my best friend.
Let's all be good citizens.
Attack!
[Lunacorns chattering]
[both scream]
Hmm. Small. Very soft.
Tail could be useful.
Does this body have any combat experience?
Well, he gets kicked a lot.
Mort! Can you hear me in there?
Do you remember where I left my booty scratcher?
There is no need for shouting.
Although I am the dominant spirit in this body...
Butterfly!
Sometimes that happens.
Never mind!
I found it!
Two brains, one body.
The medical implications alone are--
Not important.
We've got a lethal Lunacorn to stop.
Oh, man, seriously,
I even feel like a nut just saying that out loud.
No. You are right to be concerned.
Kuchikukan can wreak planetary destruction
from even the simplest host's body.
This one time he possessed a cheese loaf--
- Heard it. - Had the puzzle picture framed.
That was after two weeks.
With the destroyer's new body,
I fear we may have less than a day.
Before Private's favorite toy destroys the Earth?
Yeah, see, it's weird when you say it out loud--it is weird.
Already, Kuchikukan must be unlocking
devastating new powers.
[both yelling]
My hair is super shiny.
[continued yelling]
both: Ow! Ow!
Thanks, Private.
I owe you one, and, quick tip,
you may want to collect in the next few hours.
[echoing whinny]
I love sunshine.
- What the-- - You give the best hugs.
[screams]
[horses speaking Mandarin]
[horse speaking French]
[speaks French]
[grunts]
I fear we may already be too late.
And I fear pinatas.
They come to life when you're sleeping.
This is really the best we got?
We know you've beaten this coochie-coo yahoo before.
Can you do it again?
I can.
With the right weapon.
I will need my sword reforged.
Sir, it would be an honor.
- Ah. - Ahh.
Yes, old friend, it is good to see you again too.
Ooh, your sword is all better. Can I have my body for me again?
Apologies, but I must borrow it a while longer.
Ooh.
[grunting]
Hyah!
- [guttural gasp] - [giggles] Awesome.
Your men are tracking Kuchikukan.
How do we contact them?
I usually just turn on the tv
and look for the screaming.
Chaos here in midtown
as reports of molded plastic mayhem
fly in from around the globe,
the questions mount--
what is causing it, who can save us,
and how long can the world survive this Lunacorn anarchy?
This is Chuck Charles,
and I have always been afraid of unicorns.
Help me, mommy.
Ow. Ow. Ow.
[people screaming]
- [grunting] - [whimpers]
[blathers]
But they're Lunacorns.
[impact sounds]
Oh, all right.
[howls]
Give it up, Private.
Or actually, scratch that, don't.
'Cause it's pretty hilarious to watch.
Are you really enjoying this?
Oh, yeah.
And this isn't just chuckle-fun.
It is totally full-blast ha-ha--
You monster!
Yes. And you out of your league.
Back down or get smacked down, cowboy.
You've taken something beautiful
and turned it horrid.
The Lunacorns aren't your puppets of evil.
They're peaceful creatures
who eat sparkles, sleep on rainbows,
and believe in the awesome power of imagination.
- [gasps] - The awesome power
of imagination?
Okay, could you just forget that last bit?
Ay-yi-yi. [grunts]
Lunacorns have the power of imagination.
And, oh, mamacita, do I have one sick imagination.
Oh, dear.
[laughs maniacally]
Kaboom, maybe?
Well, we've got to try.
[explosion]
Uhh. all: Hyah!
Julien, I didn't expect to see you fighting with us.
Yeah, it turns out my kingdom is part of this earth planet
that's going to be destructoed.
- Who knew? - Everybody.
- It's basic geography. - Witchcraft!
All right, you little-- gah!
How did he get gigantic?
Oh, no. I've got no idea.
Are we really doing this?
You chuckleheads couldn't even beat the teeny me.
But this time we brought a friend.
Waaah-chala!
Kuchikukan, my old foe.
General Shingen has returned,
and your end of the world ends here.
I like dramatic pronouncements.
As do I.
Oh, nuh-uh. That doe-eyed puffball
is your host body?
[laughs maniacally]
Rain is how clouds give kisses.
Touche. Let's just fight.
- Hyah. - Hugs for everyone.
Sunshine makes smiles grow.
Shingen needs backup, boys.
Take out those mini-corns.
I call rainbows upside-down color smiles.
[deeper] Color smiles.
[grunting]
It's good to be good.
Hyah!
Let's go to raincloud city.
Careful, everyone.
Kuchikukan has imagination powers now.
He can make these Lunacorns do anything.
Imagination powers? I mean, what does that even--
whoa, laser! [chuckles]
[grunts]
Be nice to everyone, and everyone will be nice to you.
Hot sparkles! Hot sparkles!
[grunts]
Hyah! Hah!
- [grunting] - [growls]
[howls]
My favorite color is sunshine.
- [car horn honks] - Green light.
Ow!
Do you not realize how annoying that is?
Then let us finish this with the surge of bakuhatsu!
Whoa! Whoa, whoa.
You don't jump straight to the bakuhatsu.
That's--that's uncalled for, sir.
Now, Kuchikukan,
Destroyer of Worlds,
- prepare to be sent back to-- - Ow!
Why do you do this to the feet,
angry unicorn dolly?
No one stomps the royal feet!
[shrieks]
Yeah! In your face that you don't have anymore!
Great. Now I have to summon another surge of bakuhatsu.
Did that look easy to you?
- I am sorry. - Just stay back.
We have a Destroyer of Worlds to vanquish,
and there will be no more interference from feet.
- General! - He's the only one who knows
how to use the sword!
No. I understand now.
It is what the creepy, two-brained monkey Mort
was trying to teach us all along.
The secret of the sword is to believe in yourse--
[screams]
Okay, I was just guessing right there.
Hey, can anybody see
the bottom of my hoof?
I think I got some last hope for planet earth on there.
[chuckles]
Yeah, the apocalypse and the burn!
So how does everybody want to go?
'Cause I can imagine up some crazy stuff here.
- [thunder crashes] - I know. Pink lightning.
It's like, what?
No good, Skipper.
He's out cold.
Why did Shingen have to wind up in sad eyes' body?
It should have been me!
Or really anyone would have been less stupid.
- Marlene would have been fine. - Hey.
There is nothing more tragic than a legendary warrior
overcome by his tiny-brained mortal host.
Wait. Mortal host.
- That's it. - What's what now?
We may not know how to defeat the Destroyer of Worlds,
but we do have someone who knows his Lunacorns.
What?
Yeah, I'll second that. What?
He's stuck in a Lunacorn body, Private.
There must be some way to use that against him.
I-I don't-- okay, wait.
It's risky, but I think I've got something.
Pretty, pretty end of the world.
Poof.
Um, excuse me,
Mr. Destroyer of Worlds.
I'm having a moment, Private.
Don't make me imagine you with a mouth full of snakes.
Oh, okay, well, obviously you're in a rush
to get on with the end of the world and whatnot,
but I just thought you might be feeling
a bit, well, peckish.
Peckish?
You know, hungry.
I mean, if I'd been stuck in an urn for 700 years,
I'd be starving.
[stomach rumbles]
Sure.
Tum-tum's making some growl-growl.
Why? You want to be a sacrificial meal?
Silly billy.
Lunacorns don't eat penguins.
Lunacorns eat sparkles.
Sparkles.
Let's be special friends.
[shouts]
[grunting]
How's it coming, Private?
Just hold them off, Skipper.
He's almost there.
So hungry.
So tasty.
Come to tum-tum.
Yes, the sparkles do look delicious.
To the face!
[groans]
It's working.
What the?
Vive la France!
[retches]
[vacuum sucking]
We--we did it.
We destroyed the Destroyer of Worlds!
Well, way to clean up your mess, Private.
[moans]
Impressive.
Then my mighty blade
has saved the earth once more.
- No, I mean-- - Well--
- No. - My work here is ended.
Should evil threaten again,
you will know where to find me.
Guard it well, worthy friends.
Eh, sure.
We'll put it to good use.
Who else wants a victory sandwich?
- I do! - Right here! Right here!
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