Subtitles: The We Like to Move It Crew.
Sunday morning.
Sunday morning?
It is still saturday night, baby.
The sky spirits told me.
Sky spirits?
They send me signs because I am the King.
See that cloud?
It says to me: "party with the pansies".
"Chimpanzees."
And we were enjoying a quiet morning, if you don't mind.
I do mind.
That cloud said: "party time",
so it's time to party.
Crank up that crazy conga rhythm, Mort!
Please, not conga.
I am the conga King,
doing the conga thing.
Tail up and tail down, hold my bottom and sing.
Let's all go, conganga.
More fun in, conganga.
You can't stop, conganga.
Jump in line and sing.
Let's all go, conganga.
More fun in, conganga.
You can't stop, conganga.
- Jump in line and sing. - Conganga!
Please don't be tardy
'cause we're having a dance party. That noise, little boys is called...
conganga!
Conganga!
Yay for King Julien!
Come on, you funky monkeys.
Jump in line.
He must be stopped before he congas again.
An eclipse?
What's that have to do with King dancy-pants?
The sky spirits, you say?
Phil, that is positively diabolical.
Lovely.
I am swimming in kingly sweatiness.
Turn up the fan, Maurice.
That is funky...
and not in a musical way.
King Julien, you are truly inspiring.
I know. It is from the dancing.
About the dancing.
We were just conversing with the sky spirits...
Word up.
The sky spirits love me.
Peace out, sky spirits.
Wait, wait.
"Conversing"?
Indeed. Phil translates, actually.
Begin countdown.
Anyway, the sky spirits want to tell you something
right about...
now.
Why is the blue sky not sky bluish?
Somebody made the sky spirits very, very angry.
I wonder who that.
- Something's wrong with the sun. - He finally did it.
- Who did what? - My mad dolphin Nemesis,
Dr. Blowhole.
He blew out the sun.
Actually, according to my calculations,
it is the rare cosmic event known as a solar eclipse.
You sure it's not the crazed handiwork of my marine mammal foe?
It's totally natural. The moon is between the earth
and the sun.
It's a total eclipse.
Are you as totally stoked about this as I am?
It should only last a few minutes.
Forever? No more sun forever?
Afraid so. The sky spirits are terrifically peeved at you.
Apparently, and this is them talking, not me,
they feel that you're rude,
bossy, selfish.
And they absolutely loathe the all-night dance parties.
Maurice, say something to them.
Sorry. I don't speak sky spirit.
What can I do to make them love me again,
to bring back the sun?
Ridiculous.
The King would never stoop so low.
How low are we talking? Like this?
Well, change your kingly ways.
Be less bossy, less rude. And less conganga.
Hear me, sky spirits.
I get the message! I can change!
You know, a little.
Make it a lot, and you've got a deal.
Okay, you win.
I'll change bigly.
Thanking you, sky spirits.
I will not let you down.
Good luck with the nice new you.
Nice.
I'm going to need a little help with that.
You are the nicest guy here.
Make me be nice.
I command you!
That wasn't very nice.
Then you are failing already.
I mean you are the nicest guy here, right?
That's very kind of you to say.
See? That's what I'm talking about, right there.
The nice, I need some of that.
Kowalski, analysis.
I'm picking up good vibrations.
Please! If you don't help me, every day will be an all-night party
without the party part.
- The sky spirits said so. - Sky spirits?
Did you see the darkness?
The eclipse.
The darkness.
It was my fault,
and now I'm doomded to be nice,
and I don't know how to do that.
Well, if you want others to think of you as nice,
you could start by being nice to others.
Genius.
Just waiting for you to roll over so I can fluff up your pillow.
Not necessary.
It's okay. I am prepared to stay all night.
I like a hard pillow.
I could be your pillow.
My bottom is very plush and fluffy, you know.
That's it.
No more Mr. Nice guy.
- For you or Julien? - Whatever works.
You can stop now, please.
Just quit being nice already.
I see.
This is a test to see if I can stay nice
even when you get all mean and screamy.
Clever penguin.
Now the test is to be nice to someone else,
someone you've never been nice to ever before.
This is the life.
Ever since the chimps told him about the sky spirits hatin' on him
and shutting out the lights...
Villain Mason?
Looks like the chimps played ringtail for a chump.
I am so happy.
It's Shiatsu... I think.
Listen up. The truth is, the darkness had nothing to do
with any so-called sky spirits or you.
You were conned, tricked, played for a patsy.
That kind of talk can get you in big trouble
with the sky spirits, mister.
Do you want to be the one massaging Mort?
I don't think so.
I have what you're looking for.
Outstanding. So when's the next big eclipse?
From today?
27 years, in Brazil.
I've always wanted to go to carnaval.
Think.
We need another sign from the sky spirits.
Dealer takes two.
A losing hand. That's the signal.
Stone generator is a go.
Four aces. I win!
In your face.
I mean, of course, this is your hand. I was only holding it.
Sounds like the sky spirits
are trying to send you a message.
But I am being extra crazy nice.
New York's sky spirits are fickle pickles.
If they send us a sky spark...
A sky spark?
- That's their way of saying... - That I have to be
even nicer?
If you see a flash in the sky, that means you can stop being nice.
- No more pillow fluffing? - Bingo. Like this never happened.
Go, go, go!
This is all so complicated.
Did you see it?
See what?
Dear. I think he missed it.
But we did create a... cloudburst.
The sky spirits are crying.
It was a sign from above.
The sky spirits want you to go back
to your old royal pain self.
I can conganga again?
I don't know what that means, but, sure.
Go for it.
Colorful. Is that the sign you were speaking?
That's the one.
Powerful New York sky spirits,
I read you loud and clear.
Because you helped me get back the sky spirit love,
I will now spread some of that love here.
Now and for a long time to come.
Please, no.
Please, yes!
Party time, pansies!
Mission accomplished, men.