The We Like To Move It Crew presents:
Cute an cuddly, boys.
Ready?
Wait for it.
Almost there.
Now!
Now begins the greatest boogie-oogie-oogie than ever.
Dance, my lemurs, dance!
I like dancing.
I don't like dancing.
My feet are killing me.
Not as much as I will if you stop dancing.
But, Your Majesty,
we just can't boogie-oogie-oogie like you.
I want to go to bed.
Last week, the baboons shook their shiny red bottoms
18 hours straight.
I will not be out-partied.
Roll out, team. It's time to terminate that tune.
Team?
On your feet, Private.
If that isn't the cutest thing! Looks like I'm flying solo.
You call that a booty shake?
You must take the music inside of you.
Swish it around.
And spit it out through your tail.
Try it with me.
Take in the music.
- Not all the music, you greedies. - It wasn't us.
But what else could make a boomy box stop booming?
A thief!
- Keep dancing. - But there's no music!
I'll pretend I did not hear that.
Come back here, you music hater!
I don't hate music. I hate noise.
Lost him.
Mort, what are you doing?
I'm dancing.
Give it a rest.
Julien has no way of knowing if we're dancing or not.
- He knows! He knows! - I like dancing to exhaustion.
Be giving it up, flightless bird.
I already have three batteries.
But your noisemaker needs all four.
The only way you're getting this one is if you pry it
from my cold dead flippers.
Sounds gross but doable!
I win! Into your face, penguin!
Don't make a sound.
We're in Joey's pen.
Who's Joey?
That's Joey.
A kangaroo?
How cute.
For a moment there, I thought it would be something dan...
Now look, marsupial. We don't want any trouble.
We just came to get...
Joey don't rightly appreciate trespassers, mates.
Makes me mad.
Come down, you bludgers,
before I chuck a wobbly.
Have you never heard such a mangling of the language
which we are speaking?
Anyhoo, fear not.
I have loyal subjects who live to sacrifice their skins for me.
I'm dancing! I'm still dancing!
They are not running when I am bellowing.
I shall punish them harshly.
Okay, crazy-ish idea.
You help me
get out of this place.
Team up... with you.
I was thinKing more like
you do all of the work,
and I will watch with anticipation.
Well, then forget it, compadre.
It's every animal for himself.
Okay, you win.
Go team. First we'll need a plan.
Here goes nothing.
What do you know? It actually...
Not in the face. Please spare my moneymaker.
All systems go.
Where do you two dingoes think you're going?
Kangaroo! You cannot be bouncing this high
- while I can. - Easy, ringtail.
Yes, I can do all the bouncing I choose up here.
Ringtail!
Are you not seething with jealousy
as I bounce and bounce and bounce some more?
Look at my bouncing magnificence!
Did anyone ever tell you you have beautiful eyes?
Please not to be hitting me.
No worries, mate.
Skipper, if only one of us can make it out of here,
let it be... Joey.
Wait, Joey?
Without the beatings, this place wouldn't be half bad.
We're getting out of here
thanks to this handsome fella and his little dummy friend.
You have failed to capture my regal profile.
Joey only needs to buy it for a few precious moments.
You see, every morning,
that gate automatically opens for breakfast.
At precisely 0600 hours,
we use our decoys and we break.
Fast. Get my drift?
No, this is too long. I cannot wait 600 hours.
0600 means 6:00 a.m.
When is that?
From reading the sun correctly, i'd say...
- Now. - Now?
Now! Now! Now!
Nobody pushes a King out of a tree.
Give you two a proper harrying, I will.
Hey, look what I...
I've been had.
Everyone who is important to me made it.
Happy ending.
But what is this feeling I am feeling?
It is not a happiness.
Is that the best you...
It is a feeling that I have not done all I should have done.
I do not like it.
How do I make it go away?
Please do hurry, penguin.
I am not used to the physical labor.
Trying.
I cannot hold it much longer.
What more can I,
a devilishly handsome lemur King, do?
Hurry! Hurry!
What's the matter, wallaby?
Can't kick a moving target?
Wallaby? I'm a kangaroo, mate!
I've been had again.
We did it! Up high.
Yes, it is.
Down low.
Too slow?
You... You are too slow.
Nevermind.
And so, I bravely saved the annoying penguin.
But at what cost?
Without my battery,
our booties are sad and still.
That's a crying shame, Your Majesty.
Shame.
Look alive, lemurs.
This is no way to party down.
True that.
Your wisdom exceeds your years, my flippered friend.
What is a party without mad beats to rock the streets?
That's why you need this.
For me?
I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry.
Consider it a tip of the beak
for saving my tail.
Now squeeze in there with your friends.
The monster beats rage on!
Boogie, my subjects!
Boogie.
How can you boys still be sleeping?
On your feet, team.
What?
Earmuffs? Well, I'll be.
Only way to catch quality sack time, here.
Rico, did you forget to gave Skipper his?
Thanks, boys.
Bliss.