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What is it? I didn't touch it, I swear.
Evacuate, evacuate!
We're under attack.
Gentlemen, if this had been an actual tennis ball machine uprising,
we would have lost.
- Game, set, match. - This was a drill?
Affirmative.
- Sorry. - Don't be sorry, Private. Be alert.
You never know when our enemies are about...
What in the ham steak?
Is this part of the drill?
Here you go, Doc.
Four penguins ready for treatment.
Thank you, Alice.
This is just a routine visit to the doctor.
Turn and cough, boys. Turn and cough.
Who's my first victim?
That's a big needle
Let's start with you, friend.
This... is all routine, men.
Nothing to...
Nothing to fear here. Just a routine visit,
totally normal.
Don't panic, men.
Keep it together!
Next.
Be strong, Kowalski. Be strong.
Good Galileo.
The man's a butcher.
Evac. Move, man, move!
All righty. You're up, pal.
And now...
Think again, Dr. Deranged.
I don't do needles.
I don't mean to be cheeky, but why'd the doctor give us the shot in the bum?
Our fleshy buttocks make ideal distribution points
for injected medicines...
Unfortunately.
Listen to us carrying on.
It was just a little pinprick. Skipper'd be ashamed of us.
I expect him to drop through that hatch any moment
and call us a bunch of whiney babies.
Look out, men. Look out.
Our entire operation has been compromised.
- Compromised? - Is this another drill?
Negative.
All you need to know is, we've got to...
Evacuate, evacuate.
Pack light. Only the essentials.
In less than two minutes, we leave this base...
Forever!
- Forever? - Forever?
Forever.
I've got the zoo in total lockdown.
Nobody gets in. Nobody gets out.
Is that really necessary, Alice?
I'm telling you, that penguin is a tricky one.
Lockdown. They're on to me.
I mean us.
This complicates our escape considerably.
Hotdog cart at 3:00.
Roll out.
Lights.
Kowalski, options.
We'll need a diversion.
I suggest releasing the spider monkeys.
"Bedlam" is their middle name.
They never disappoint.
Amid the chaos, we escape through the south entrance.
Good. And then?
Then we get jobs as holiday store displays.
When we've earned enough money, we build a new secret lair,
one with laser beams.
Laser beams!
Solid plan.
I dig it.
Me too, but I do have one question.
Shoot, little Private.
Didn't you get your shot, Skipper?
Of course I did.
What could possibly make you think such a thing?
The doctor didn't take your ankle tag.
I can't lie to you men.
We're leaving this zoo because I'm...
You're a fray yay?
No, I'm...
I'm not familiar with that term.
It sounds like he's trying to say he's... afraid.
Private, that's the most absurd, ridiculous, nonsensical...
Private's right.
We're leaving this zoo because I'm afraid to get a shot.
Actually, I kind of suspected.
There's nothing to fear from a visit to the doctor.
Except his big shot needle
and its slow burn of pain that...
that doesn't feel as bad as it feels.
We'll be at your side every step of the way.
Gentlemen, it's an honor to serve with you.
Come on.
It's time to stop running.
There she is.
Just waddle over, and turn yourself in.
Nothing to it, right?
You don't want to get that shot, do you?
We aren't going to catch him.
Clearly, he is the master and we...
his unworthy students.
If we don't find an answer soon, Skipper may leave the zoo grounds...
- Forever. - Forever?
Evacuate.
We can't lose Skipper. There must be some way.
Wait.
Alice is looking for a penguin wearing an ankle tag, right?
- You're not thinking. - Indeed I am, I think.
But if you are thinking of what I think.
I think it could be risky.
If it means getting the Skipper back, it'll all be worth it.
Here's what I'm thinking.
We change the zoo records to say there are only three penguins.
Hold that thought. You! Freeze!
I thought you were taller.
Private's plan is working.
I don't know how to break this to you.
There is no checkmate in checkers.
You groom your mother with those hands?
All the trouble you caused, I should get hazard pay.
Private's sacrificing himself...
For me.
I say, how long have you been under there?
Two shots in one day.
The boy's not going to sit for weeks.
- Pardon? - He pulled the old switcheroo on Alice.
She thinks he's me. He's going to take my shot.
Dear.
Phil says if Private has already had one shot,
a second one could make him quite ill.
Or worse.
I got your missing penguin.
- What are you doing here? - Saving you from saving me.
But it's all right. I don't mind taking another shot.
I can always turn the other cheek.
You'll mind if it makes you sick or worse.
- How worse? - You know, the chimps didn't say.
I assume you would grow a second head or something.
- I don't want a second head. - Then hurry, man.
The Doc'll be here any second.
You know, none of us think any less of you for being afraid.
I do.
My fear almost hurt a friend. Now get out of here, soldier.
There you are, my little friend.
Now, please hold still. This won't hurt at all.
Actually, it was excruciating.
But it could have been worse.
It's funny how fear feeds on itself,
like an engorged tick ripe with blood,
ready to burst in the shower.
Skipper, please.
Sorry, men.
The point is, fear of medical professionals
is completely unwarranted.
The benefits to one's health and well-being are simply too...
Looks like you penguins are due for a visit to the dentist.
The dentist?
But we don't have teeth.