The We Like To Move It Crew presents:
Status support.
No sign of the enemy, Skipper. And the objective is still there.
Outstanding.
Move out.
Rico, enemy spotted. And they're nearing the objective.
I think we can secure the flag without lethal force.
Private, go for the split.
Does this look like I am becoming sick to you?
A little yellow-greenish maybe?
- Look at it. - You are sick.
It's a flag, ringtail, as in "Capture The Flag".
- Capture the who-what? - Capture the flag.
- It's a game. - A training exercise.
For elite forces,
aka, not you.
Who is more elite than me?
I shall play this flag capturing game,
and when I say play, of course I mean win.
Negative. No civiles allowed.
I see.
Are you a penguin or a chicken?
This calls for harsh mocking.
I am still mock-mock mocking.
Well done, boys.
All right, you win.
But now you're gonna lose.
The object of the training exercise is simplicity itself.
The first team to capture this wins.
Done. Where are my prizes now?
- Not that simple. - Prizes, tell me about the prizes!
If by some statistically remote chance you do win,
the rewards are respect and glory.
And a swagger in your step.
These prizes sound cheap.
As your King, I already own glory and respect,
- don't I? - Glorify!
Respectify!
See? But not a TV.
Long have I been wanting a box with tiny shouting people inside.
And you'll put up?
Is he housebroken?
All right, deal.
Target sighted.
Skipper, what if we lose the TV?
Not possible, Private.
Those lemurs don't have the skills.
But they do have the flag.
I win.
Prizes, prizes, I get the prizes.
This will go nicely in my breakfast nook.
Good bye, tele, old chum.
Buck up, men.
We may have lost the battle...
- And the tele. - And that.
But not the war, right?
Do I hear a rematch in the remaking?
That was beginner's luck. We go again.
I do like possessing your possessions.
When I win, this hi-fi will be my-fi.
We'll see about that.
Actions speak louder than words.
And this speaks louder than actions!
Okay, lemur.
Let's play.
Package is ready for pickup.
Smoked salmon!
I like winning. It's good.
It suits me, like losing suits them,
the loser penguins.
It just doesn't compute.
No land mammal should be able to move that fast.
I'll take that.
The whole world's gone topsy-turvy.
So it's up to us to make turvy topsy again.
I'm not sure that's even possible.
We want a rematch.
Dan from San Diego is going for the $50,000.
Foolishly, for me.
- Now. - What?
Now.
- You penguins are so pokey slow. - Rematch.
New crown. You like?
Rematch.
Peekaboo, I see you... losing.
Rematch, rematch, rematch.
Pay upwards, losers.
From now on, I name you...
Carlotta.
Talk to me, baby.
- Let it go, man. - Keep it together, Rico.
Thanks to you.
When you have more goodies for me, I will be happy to shamify you again.
- Shame! - Mort, high five.
No, higher.
Higher still.
Is that all you got, really?
Fine, low five then.
This stinks.
We could blow something up.
A powerful explosion would turn that frown upside down.
Nothing left, even inside Rico.
Good news. We have nothing left to lose.
It was enough they had to beat us.
Why'd they have to stoop to name-calling?
Flightless? That hurt.
Flightless.
Flightless, that's it.
- Kowalski, what did you say earlier? - "This stinks."?
- Before that. - "Mama, I made boom-boom?"
Too far back.
No land mammal can move that fast?
Bingo! Lemurs don't travel by land.
They travel by tree.
Head of the class, Kowalski.
While we carried out land-based operations,
our lemur foes were gliding right over our heads.
We never stood a chance
because we were playing the wrong game.
It's as if life has meaning again.
But, wait, we know how they beat us.
But we don't know how to beat them.
Look to the sky, boys.
Look to the sky.
Did you pay too much for auto insurance?
It is very possible.
Tell me more.
Mort, no slacking!
How am I to know if I have auto-paid too much?
It's one, and two,
and one, and two.
- Do it, Maurice. - Lemur, one last game,
all or nothing.
But I have the all, and you have the nothing.
So how does that work?
Kowalski, options.
Sorry, Skipper.
We lost my options clipboard two nights ago.
Right-i-o. Maurice, options.
They could swear their undying loyalty to you.
Groveling, obeying, and combing the knots out of my tail?
That'd be the idea.
I likey.
We accept those terms.
The enemy is on the move.
Gentlemen, commence shaking.
Now light these candles.
I'm flying. I'm fly...
What is it, Private? Spit it out.
Yes, sir.
Oh, a bug.
Those silly-billy penguins cannot be beating me.
- It is impossible. - Think again, lemur.
The impossible just became possible.
They're... they're... They're flightless birds.
- They... they... - They're flying!
Terror from above.
Terror!
Game, set, and match.
So when he said all or nothing...
He really meant... all.
Victory is sweetest when you've tasted defeat,
No, victory is sweetest
on the lemur's bouncy.