The We Like to Move It Crew presents:
And here.
Looking good.
Hey, guys.
Course is set. Ready to roll.
For pity's sake.
If the cones are gonna move themselves, why do I measure?
- What are you doing? - Who was on cone stowaway duty?
I didn't stow... You just...
Officially, you have no idea what we're doing here.
Unofficially too.
I am totally bored.
I am...
stupid-fied.
Please make me stop.
Is there nothing that can amuse me?
Nice hustle, Mort. I give it a six.
But what is this in my ears?
- How'd we do, Kowalski? - Exceptional.
Shaved four seconds off our best time.
It is I, King Julien,
your furry little friend and favorite next habitat neighbor.
Buckle up, boys. We might need to beat a hasty retreat.
I could not help but notice with my eyes
your very pretty car.
I do not suppose that maybe
I could hop behind the...
This vehicle is for official use only.
Please!
Please, please.
Let me drive it. Please!
Find your own ride, compadre.
That is it: my own very amazing King Julien mobile.
I'm so glad I thought of that.
38.2 seconds, a new zoo record.
Hello, fellow motor enthusiastics.
I now have my own sweet ride.
I am stepping on the gas, but I am not rubber burning.
Doing the best I can, Your Majesty.
Stop. Stop.
You are a lemon.
Clearly I need some other vehicle worthy of my kingliness,
but where to find such a...
Look.
What? I only see Alice's zoo cart.
It is handsome,
the most handsomest thing which I have ever seen,
besides myself, which goes without saying,
but I said it anyway. Why? I don't know.
Tonight that magnificent machine is mine.
I don't know. You can get in some big trouble for grand theft zoo cart.
Tonight, Maurice. Tonight.
Mine. Tonight.
Yours tonight.
I like the way you think, you little funky monkey.
Look at her shine, Skipper.
This car is so clean you could eat off it.
Is that good?
Hello, penguin drivers.
How do you like my King Julien mobile?
Fish and chips, man. You almost squished us.
You are ruffling your feathery parts
because I have this big, beauteous ride,
while you have the puny little babyish car.
- Our car's not babyish. - It's strategically...
adorable.
Bab-ee.
It could run circles around that monstrosity.
Care to put that money in your mouth?
- Are you challenging us to a race? - Am I?
You understand what I am doing before I am even doing it.
Winner takes the loser's car.
Why two cars?
One for commuting, one for weekend errands around town.
Better stock up on subway tokens.
We'll race tonight at 12:00.
Make it... midnight.
Wait.
- When is my pedicure? - Midnight.
Can we make it 12:15?
Does 12:15 work for you?
Fine. 12:15.
Then later, suckers.
According to my calculations,
there's zero percent chance our car can beat Julien's.
At least, not in its current state.
Outstanding work, boys.
Oh, baby.
Cool cars go faster. That's a scientific fact.
Gentlemen, our car is officially boss.
It's a lovely night for a race,
so lovely I may not fling any poo.
All right, Phil. We can watch the race and fling poo.
Just like we did in Talladega.
- Steering wheel? Comfy seat? - Check.
- Brick.
Check-ity do.
Lemur. Are you ready to have your lunch handed to you?
Why, actually, yes. That would be very nice.
I'll have a blt. Hold the "t," and...
This is some of your trashy talk?
I too can talk of this smack.
Gentle mammals and birds,
Start your engines.
Ready.
Set.
Go!
I am the greasy lightning! Did they go squash yet?
- They're still back there. - Then bowl them away.
Evasive!
Still there and coming on strong.
It is time to gum up their works.
We're on it.
Incoming!
Not in the fur.
Did that sticky them all up? Tell me yes.
Wait.
Are you just telling to me what I want you to tell me?
Wait.
You're going down, lemur.
And you are going left.
Now this is a sweet ride.
Hang on to your lunches, boys.
Your Majesty, they're back. Actually, they're front.
In front. Of us.
Are you now just telling to me what I do not want to hear?
Just look!
I cannot be the loser guy.
- Throw something at them. - Like what? We've thrown everything.
- Bye. - Must I spell it out?
The home stretch.
We've got this one in the bag, boys.
Silly losers.
I flew.
- Kowalski, progress report. - We seem to be losing.
Wrong. Private, take the wheel.
Rico. Bean up.
I can taste the taste of victory.
It tastes yummy in my tummy.
Now I smel the smell of defeat,
and, it is stinking.
Say hello to the winners circle, boys.
Here they come.
Road hazard.
I am the winnerest winner of them all.
- We lost? - Men, I take full blame for this.
You'll have my resignation first thing in the a.m.
You, simian,
you cost us the race.
You can't go throwing your banana peels around willy nilly.
He's got you there, Phil. It's not like poo.
There are consequences.
Silly penguins.
When will you learn that nothing
can stop King Julien?
- Nothing but a brick wall. - Come on.
Speak to me, man. How many fingers?
Is this a tricky question?
What have you done?
Your Majesty, you did that!
Enough with the "what I don't want to hear."
It is sad, very sad.
I would shed tears.
If I did not have your car!
Doesn't have to be so gloaty about it.
I feel your pain, Private,
but you roll the dice, you pay the price.
Not necessarily, Skipper.
Does this have a seat warmer?
Because my royal tushy gets freezy in the winter.
Look. Me. On the pushy button.
Lemur ejecting seat, my own personal touch.
Sweet.