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[men talking over radio]
[beeping]
Hey!
[laughing]
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi!
Get out of me personals!
[laughs]
It makes butter in my tummy!
Hey! Whoa!
[beeping quickly]
Guys, outside there's all these men
In the matching suits,
And they have wands that are all like,
"bleep, bloop, bloop, bloop, beep, bleep!"
And--
Okay, how am I the paranoid one here?
Relax, Marlene.
Have some morning nosh.
- What? Hey, I don't--
- What are you seeing
Is the vanguard of democracy in action.
No, I am seeing men in suits with wands and blooping.
Today is the grand opening
Of our newest up-charge attraction,
The central park children's zoo.
- With the ribbon-cutting ceremony by Purvis McSlade,
New York's parks commissioner,
The hero that gave us zoo regulation 742-f.
Mm, the "fresh fish for penguins" initiative.
Bless that man.
- Uh-huh!
[gargling]
Now, if you're seeing men in suits,
That must mean the commissioner's team
Is making its final security sweep.
How exciting!
Can we go watch?
Negative, private.
Commissionorial security is a high-stakes game.
They don't need four extra players.
Yeah, well, never mind; they're leaving anyway.
What?
- Hey! - Leaving?
They couldn't be done already.
What kind of slapdash security sweep is this?
I don't know. Looks pretty safe to me.
[birds chirping]
"looks," Marlene? "looks?"
It's not the threats you see with your eyes;
It's the ones you feel deep in your gut.
- Uh-huh!
- Where's the reflecting mirror for satellite-based lasers?
The titanium ground net for tunneling mole robots?
The comprehensive antidote kit
To counteract any mind-control gas
Sprayed by a villainous madman with a superblimp?
A superblimp? Really?
Go ahead and scoff.
Superblimp madmen live to smack down scoffers.
This is commissioner McSlade we're talking about.
If those kindergarten crackerjacks can't protect him,
Then we will.
Check one.
Check two.
Ow.
What is a children's zoo?
A zoo for children?
Yes.
But more than that...
I want a total threat neutralization in five.
If you notice anything funny, take it very seriously.
Trip hazard, delta sector.
I'm going in.
Ha!
Wha!
Ba-ba-ba-ba-daba!
[threateningly] mm!
Sheep and donkeys, goats and...
Odd little horses side by side.
There's a lesson in that for all of us.
- Nut-shaped grenade?
What, no outside food?
- Uh, apparently, it's just a nut-shaped nut.
I've got something.
What is it? Missile? Chopper?
Superblimp? Come on, superblimp!
Let me at 'em! Come on!
Oh, never mind.
It's only a pigeon.
[both groan in disappointment]
Give me those.
That smile.
Sweet sky gravy!
That bird's going to drop one on the commissioner's suit!
- Huh? - Drop what?
Yo, Alice.
Pigeons really did a number on these statues.
It's like the stinkaroni salad up here.
Pee-yoo!
- But, Skipper, why would the commissioner be targeted by--
- Pigeons!
Now, there's an animal I have no use for.
Filthy disease-mongers.
But thanks to parks regulation 758-p,
My anti-pigeon initiative,
We are actively chasing the little beggars
Out of our parks and public spaces.
Hey, Mr. Commissioner!
I'ma show you some of my initiative.
[laughs]
Rico!
Whoaaaa!
Ooh! Say what?
[both scream]
[groans] what?
Skipper!
How did you know that bird had a beef with the commissioner?
I've seen that look before, right before
Our last commissioner took a plop to the left lapel.
[all gasp]
Got him right where a pretty flower would go.
[laughs]
It's just a suit, isn't it?
There were blueberries, private.
Blue...Berries.
It was a beautiful day--
Sunny, clear.
Pigeon came in low and slow from due east.
[bombs whistling]
I don't know why I didn't jump in and take it for him.
That day, I swore I'd never see
Another public official blueberried,
Not on my watch.
Gee, that's too bad.
'cause before that ribbon's cut, this commissioner's going
To be wearing some doody on the suity.
[laughs]
Grab him!
Skipper, what do we do now?
You heard the pigeon, private.
He's sworn to do his dirty deed
Before the commissioner cuts that ribbon.
The clock...Is...Ticking.
So were the dramatic pauses really necessary, then?
Yes.
[laughs]
Blast! He's flying circles around us.
Kowalski, options.
Well, I could pull...
This branch.
Snap!
Stick. Your option is a stick.
I pulled the wrong one, all right?
I have upgraded the standard jet pack
With a full weapons array and auxiliary turbos.
It's all untested, but I'm 51.7% certain
It won't erupt in a gaseous fireball
The size of a dwarf sun.
That's slightly over half.
Why, those are odds we can most likely live with.
Prelaunch waggle.
Hey, penguins!
I guess I got the drop on you.
[laughs]
There aren't many words that rhyme with "zoo."
"new."
Ah! Ooh! Ow!
I'm trying to fly here!
Ah!
He's trying to lose me in the sycamore.
Converge!
Don't worry, skipper.
He can't get away from all of us.
[gasps]
[all cooing]
Now, boys, check every face.
They're identical, Skipper.
What are we looking for?
- The look of pure, suit-staining evil.
I got news for you, pal.
We all want to see the commissioner get
What's coming to him.
[pigeons cooing]
- And so, without further ado--
[laughs] that also rhymes with "zoo."
Better push back my 3:00 P.M. Merry-go-round dedication.
Hansel and gretel special, on my mark.
Execute.
Skipper, look!
Blueberries. It's him.
Empty.
Kowalski, fire the turbos.
The turbos?
But they're highly unstable.
It's too dangerous.
That was an order, soldier.
Now, pop this soda.
Here comes the payback for my way back.
Skipper, the package has dropped.
For... The commissioner's...Suit!
Noooooo!
All: Ugh!
[applause]
[cheers and applause]
Fireworks! I like it.
Good for the old parks commission spirit.
Rah rah!
Whatever, weirdo.
- Sir, your merry-go-round dedication.
No, wait! I can make another one.
Just--just give me a sec, all right?
Oh, come on!
[steam hissing]
Skipper?
Talk to me.
[groans]
- Oh! - I've seen...Worse.
That's true.
I'm sure a good scrubbing with soap and...
Sandpaper--
- What? - Skipper, what--how did--
- Standard-issue pigeon-proof vest.
Like I said, never again.
[all cheering]
And so let us bid farewell
To the bravest article of clothing I've ever known.
[crying]
Well done, suit.
- What--you hear that?
No. No. Noooo!
Splat!
Oh, man!
Any of you guys know how to get blueberries out of feathers?
- Now, that's what I call poo-etic justice.
[laughs]
See what I did? I played with a word.
Yes, we're all enjoying your toilet humor, private.
Real classy.
Oh, right.
Poo. Tee-hee!
Ahh, hobby day.
It's like taking a regular day and making it a saturday.
But it is saturday, Skipper.
Hmm, it's working already.
Help me, please!
This better be life or death, ringtail,
or we can arrange those stakes.
It's much worse!
My groove!
It is gone!
Your... huh? What?
My groove. my boogie.
My festive fandangoiness.
Are you talking about dancing?
Are you daft?
Hear my words and see my booty.
So you think you can't dance.
Oh, cruel fate.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
Mostly because it was yesterday.
All right, Maurice, hit it!
Are my peoples loving it?
Not really.
look at them, Maurice!
The baboons have stolen my peoples!
That darla is bewitching them with her shaking booty.
Hmm, I know I'm bewitched.
Yes, she is quite good.
But that is no excuse!
So I decided to have a little talk with darla
and explain my feelings.
Ahhh! I've been skunk-bombed!
Whoa, that does stink.
Ah, much better.
Having settled the matter fairly,
I went back to giving the peoples their entertainment.
Look at them, Maurice.
Now it is my quaking booty that is doing the bewitching.
I know I'm bewitched.
But those baboons, they would not listen to sabotage
I mean, reason.
Did you drop that fuzzy bag o' stank into our habitat?
That is a wild accusation!
So y'all saying you didn't do it?
Oh, no, I did it.
I just think the accusation is wild.
Now let me say this slow,
cause I can tell you got a bad case of the stupids.
Maurice! How did she see the ??? medical report?
You're either gonna to apologize,
or my girls and I are gonna make us a set of lemur coats.
Ohhhh, can I have one?
I cancel my order.
Well, I demand an apology for your demanding of an apology!
So there, miss steals-all-my-peoples!
Now, look, darla, we can work this out.
Forget it, hon. not gonna happen.
Girls, bring me the jar!
You won't dance when I put your groove in this ja
No, you won't prance when I put your groove in this jar.
stand right where you are
while I put your groove in this jar
yes, it's true, my friend
you're never gonna dance again
since I put your groove in this jar
Okay, aside from some terribly substandard singing,
what just happened?
Backwoods magic, that's what.
I put all your "groove" into this jar.
there is no such thing as "backwoods " magic.
The sky spirits told me that.
Oh? Then let's see you dance.
Prepare yourself for the amazement.
Maurice? give me a beat.
Look out now.
So? y'all believe in my magic now?
N-n-n-n-no.
Nooooooooooooo!
So now you are understanding why I am needing your help?
Help me, penguins!
Help me so that my groove may fill my booty once more!
Ah, this is clearly psychosomatic.
You believe your dance skills have been stolen;
therefore you can't shake it.
Right.
It's all in your little head, ringtail.
No, no, no, the groove is not to be in my head.
It is to be in my booty.
But it's not there either.
Look.
Uh, I got your boat out for you.
Got any ideas for this?
Look, darla, can you just give ringtail his groove back?
Well, sure I can, darling.
Yes, thank you. Thank you!
Soon as he apologizes
for skunk-blasting me and my gals!
Oh, I won't do that.
Apologizing is for the weak and wrong,
which is why you should do it to me, because you are weak and wrong.
And you dance badly.
Okay, you may resume negotiating.
Fine.
Phase one: the art of illusion.
Phase two begins when we insert Rico into the hot zone.
With his stunning disguise as cover, ..
Months!
Years!
Then, once he's gained their complete trust,
he'll give the signal.
At that point, we commence phase three:
Aerial onslaught.
That's when the fun begins.
We'll rain flaming righteousness down on those baboons.
Yes, there'll be collateral damage!
Um, excuse me.
Wouldn't it be easier to just sneak into their habitat and take the jar?
Like I just did?
Well...
Yeah, sure. That...
That could work too.
My groove! Oh, thank you.
Thank you!
Darla, you have saved my groove!
Oh, wait.
You're not giving it back, are you?
Well, that depends.
You ready to say you're sorry?
Depends.
Are you saying you're sorry?
Then I guess that's a big ol' no.
Think you've got all the angles covered,
don't you, baboon?
But you didn't count on this monkey wrench.
Run, Maurice!
I'm flying! I'm fly
I got it!
Rico, catch!
My... my groove.
Kiss it good-bye, honey.
You ain't never dancing again!
N-n-n-no.
Buck up, ringtail.
groove?
What the deuce?
That ain't right.
Kowalski, analysis.
Skipper, you seem to be shaking your booty.
Quite impressively, I might add.
But I'm not doing this.
Something's making me dance.
You--you have my groove!
It is not all bye-byed after all!
Get it out of me!
I don't know how.
Guess who does?
Is it Santa?
Ye--what? No!
I'm the only one who can fix this.
But am I gonna?
Santa would.
Well, I ain't santa!
What if Julien apologized?
That's all I'm asking, hon.
Have I not made my policy on apologizing clear?
It is for the weak and wrong!
Listen, ringtail,
I'm about to show you just how weak and wrong you are!
Apologize now!
Okay, then.
Let's dance.
I can't look away from the raw, savage splendor.
I want to cry,
but I don't know if it's because I've never seen anything so beautiful
Or something so horrific.
I have never...
Wow. Just wow.
Penguin's funny.
Okay, okay, no more.
Mercy!
I, you know, apologize to you.
Groove, move.
What? That's it?
No song?
I think...
Yes, it is!
My grooviness is back!
Thank you, thank you!
Mort, Maurice, come!
We have to play catch up on the lost booty shakes!
I don't get it.
What in the world made me shake my tail feathers like that?
Maybe darla's magic was real.
Don't be ridiculous, Private.
Cold, hard science negates even the possibility of magic.
Okay, then maybe Skipper has a dancer buried deep inside him.
Magic's real. Case closed.
But science
Nope, I said case closed.
Skorca!
Penguin, penguin, make a wishy.
Something scaly cold and squishy,
hows about a tasty fishy
what kind do you eat?
Catfish!
Albacore.
Snapper.
Fish!
And don't forget the grenade.
And that settles it. Private, you're on an aerial recon duty.
What? Alone? All night?
And with potential enemies on all sides.
It's a soldier's paradise.
Can I bring snacks?
All right, deal.
But nothing sugary. Recon man is focused, disciplined.
The sweat stuff goes straight to the brain.
Oh yes, of course.
Must be careful of brain.
Okay, I'm leaving now, don't wait up.
Focus, discipline.
Then, a little reward.
Focus, discipline.
Discipline, focus...
Oh maybe just one more peanut butter winky.
"Too much sugar". What does Skipper know about sugar?
I ate sugar and I'm the best recon I've ever... I see a fire engine!
Weehoo! Weehoo! Wee-arrrrr! I'm a pirate - wow a caterpillar!
My name backwards is etavirp - haha - what's a verp? Is it sugar?
I love sugar!
What? No, no there can't be.
It must be sugar playing tricks on my eyes.
Out sugar, out!
Oh, much better.
Oh dear. I really should tell someone about this.
No one is safe!
The end is near!
What in the name of Gandhi's Nunchuks?
Hit the snooze.
No one is safe!
Status report, Private. What's up there, what did you see?
It was...
an orca!
Oh, the killer whale. Deadliest predator in the sea.
Yeah, this could be a real problem.
In the middle of the zoo?
Ba-da-bam. Meeting over.
No, you don't understand.
This orca was giagantic. And it...
It came from the sky.
A sky orca?
Skorca?
That is what the cool people will call it now.
Because we take two words
and we make them one, which is so hip, you know.
Skorca!
Who can be safe from the terror that swims the skies? Nobody!
All who agree please vote by getting panicky... now.
I'll catch this skorca.
Catch'im, serve'im straight up on the barbie.
For the right price.
I don't think so. We'll eliminate this flying sea demon.
And we'll even do it for free. Come on, boys.
For free?
What good is anything if it is not very expensive?
Okay, peoples, your king has heard your babies squirrel for help
And he, me, which is I, the king.
I'm taking the controls of this crisis.
Maurice! Give the hopperty thing whatever he wants.
All right, men, we've got an airborne predator.
Kowalski! Battle plans.
Rico, weapons!
Private, I want full details on...
What happened to your chin?
No, it is nothing.
Just calm down, let me see.
Sticky. Sugar sticky.
Oh, yes, see, about that...
Peanut butter winky.
Okay, I know what you're thinking.
Private ate too much sugar and now he's dreamed up some flying whale that doesn't even exist.
Wow! That is what I am thinking.
Sugar dreams and mind reading powers.
- How many winkies did you eat? - Skipper.
This wasn't just some sugar dream. That orca, it was real.
And we wanna believe you, Private. But compare the evidence.
On the sugary sugar side we've got
empty snack cake wrappers and your own upset tummy.
On the skorcy side... nothing.
Less than nothing.
Kowalski, what's the number less than nothing?
Neg...finity.
But maybe he moved, maybe he's even coming this way.
Hey, we may already be a winner.
Winky, winky, winky!
That's a free box!
Look, I see the skorca!
Where?
It... It was right over there.
Argh, the contest already expired.
Of all the bad luck.
Skorca!
You... You missed it.
What's your diagnosis, Kowalski?
Acute imaginosis of the frighty boom.
Worst case I've ever seen.
Is there any cure?
Well, the sugar should wear off in less than 5 minutes.
That's five too many. Give me results, man.
Okay. The skorca is a pretend creature.
Therefore if we pretend to defeat it,
that should cure Private's sugar stroke fantasies.
Imaginary combat. I like it.
All right, men, initiate operation "Scaredy pants"... now!
It's here. Skorca ahoy, Skipper.
Engage!
Skipper?
You're all just pretending.
Mama, it's got me, oh boy!
Re-engage!
They don't believe me.
I guess it's up to me to stop the skorca.
If I don't come back, know that I've always loved you...
Lovely.
Looks like Private's got it even worse that we thought.
Pursue and restrain, boys.
Target sighted.
Stand down, soldier. We're only here to help.
You could help by believing me.
I wish I could, Private, but there's just no such thing as a giant flying orca.
Why are the humans screaming?
Kowalski, analysis.
They appear to be too scared to move,
screaming through twisted frozen smiles that some unseen and terrifying...
Odd. I don't remember a forecast of sudden giant orca-shaped shadow...
Oh sweet mercy!
Mother Mata Hari, it's real!
Sorry.
It's okay, we have to get a higher ground, attack from above.
You heard the man. Move, move, move.
And... leading off the New York balloon parade for the sixth year
is Ying Yang the wonderwhale.
Well, Ying Yang had some technical oopsies,
but after a trial run last night he is up and swimming for fun.
I guess all's well that ends well, eh, Jilly?
Move it, ya bludgers, or I'll rip your arm off to scratch my giant orca.
Back off my skorca
Come on, jumpy one. Defeat the skorca demon and his costumed minions.
That guy is worth every penny.
You see, Maurice.
Where are the fight for free penguin-types now?
Skipper, the creature appears to have some sort of a blubbery force field.
Also...
That's about to pure evil, gentlemen.
Rico, grenade me.
My car!
Explosives are useless. We'll have to go fin to fin.
Oy, penguins. That fish is mine!
The excitement is giving me the tingles.
Maurice, scratch me here till the tingles go away.
It's not working, Skipper. His shields are impenetrable.
We'll have to keep fighting. There's no one else who can stop it.
Maniac! Can't you see we share the same enemy?
Joey don't share.
Oh! I penetrated the shield.
His name was Private.
And he was the bravest little truth-teller we'll ever know.
The boy saved us all and how did we repay him?
By telling him, there was no skorca.
Actually, Skipper, you're right.
As of today, there's no skorca.
Well done, Private, well done.
A flying orca.
It's like our worst nightmare brought to life.
Interesting theory.
But whose nightmare is the giant waffle cone sundae?
Flee for your lives!
How can we be saved from Two-scupula?
The ice cream that walks like a man?
Oh, yes. That will do.
? [dramatic orchestral music] ?
Kowalski, progress report.
Nearing completion on escape tunnel number 15, Skipper.
Isn't this a bit overly cautious?
Even better.
It's full-blown paranoia.
No, I mean, we already have 14 escape tunnels.
Isn't that enough?
Manfredi and Johnson thought so,
what was left of them came home in a manila envelope.
From Manila, ironically.
There's no such thing as "too paranoid", Private.
Remember that.
And forget you ever heard it.
Um, I don't think that works the way you think it...
Eyes on the flippers.
[Clang!] - Wow!
[Boing! Boing! Boing!]
Man down!
Rico.
[babbles]
His brain appears to be functioning at, uh...
Hmm, let's call it normal capacity.
What happened?
I thought we mapped this tunnel.
I'm not sure.
This wall shouldn't be...
[gasps]
A vintage pass code lock.
Excellent work, Kowalski.
But can you open it?
Well, it is state of the art hyper encryption technology...
From 1963.
[duck quacks]
[cow moos]
[horse neighs]
[Crank!]
[lock unlatches]
Nailed it.
Move in cautiously, men.
Rico, ominous background music.
[warbles crudely]
Ah!
Rico!
All right, crackerjack, what's the code word?
[speaks gibberish]
Lucky guess, moonbeam.
That voice...
That steely gaze...
You sugar puffs just gonna stand there?
Spill your tater tots.
Where's the red squirrel?
The red squirrel.
Then you really are...
Special agent Buck Rotgut.
The Buck Rotgut?
Um, is that... is that someone famous, then?
Sweet ignorant Private,
Buck Rotgut is our greatest American penguin hero.
I've patterned my whole life after Rotgut.
The bird who brought down penguin enemy number one:
the red squirrel.
And may I say, it is an honor, sir.
86 the kiss-up, fauntleroy.
Let's get to brass tacks.
I caught the squirrel, all right,
But big red broke out,
Disappeared in the underground.
47 years I've been down in this bunker,
waiting for red squirrel to show his fluffy tail again.
47 years.
47 years?
47 years!
Don't you think the red squirrel would have shown up by now?
Private.
College boy, huh?
You see that bunker door?
It only opens when the red squirrel returns.
Is it open now, dough boy?
Yes.
Then red is back.
And you four lollipops are gonna help me find him.
I get to work with Buck Rotgut.
I know, right?
[giggles]
Okay, so the guy in the street,
He puts a little ball into one hat like this.
Then he mix, he mix it so fast
it's like you can't even see it.
Then stop.
And now you can't tell which is the ball hat, can you?
Oh.
Oh. Ah! Oh!
And now you give to me all of your money.
[giggles] I love this game.
You sure you playing this right?
[gasps]
Where's the red squirrel?
[gasps]
[burrs lips]
Bring him up.
All right, pigeon, sing for me.
- Uh...
? I don't know ?
? where the red squirrel is ?
? but this one time ?
? I found a piece of red licorice ?
I don't understand, Skipper.
Why would Mort know anything about the red squirrel?
You got to think like Buck Rotgut, Private.
Put your paranoia cap on.
I don't think I have a paranoia cap, Skipper.
Well, there's your problem.
You don't know anything about the red squirrel, huh?
That bushy tail of yours tells me different.
Know who else has a bushy tail?
The red squirrel!
[all gasp]
Oh, it's true.
I do have a tail.
Sad eyes, a squirrel spy?
[sighs]
It's always the ones you least expect.
But... but...
Ah, there you are, Mort, you silly.
Come, I must show you my new street game.
Eh, who's the freak?
I confess to everything.
I took the last nut and nougat bar.
I cheat at whistling.
[burrs lips]
My father was not a talking water cycle.
This hardball stuff really works.
These snitches don't know anything.
They're just small potatoes.
He's right.
I am secretly a potato.
No... oh... okay, no, that one was a lie.
I just wanted to get the ropes off.
- Eh! - Ow!
Oh! Uh!
These walls are nothing.
There's not been the prison built
that can hold King Julian.
[Clink!]
Wait, wait, wait, wait. You're locking that?
[chuckles nervously] Never mind.
Am I the only one who thinks this is wrong?
Oh, it's very wrong, Private.
Who knew the red squirrel had so many agents Inside our own zoo?
I don't know what to believe anymore.
[bawls]
Dry those water works, egghead.
This roundup's just getting started.
You diaper dons ready to get your flippers dirty?
- Oh, absolutamente. - Yeah.
[whispering] Not really.
Oh, all right.
Free peanuts.
You like peanuts, huh?
You know who else likes nuts?
The red squirrel!
[all gasp]
Oh, dear.
Hey.
Oof.
Huh? What in the world?..
Ah!
You like pictures of red squirrels, huh?
You know who else likes red squirrels?
The red squirrel!
[all gasp]
[whimpers nervously]
Ah! Gah!
[Shoonk!]
I say.
Read any good books lately, punks?
Read? Red?
The red squirrel!
[all gasp]
That one doesn't even make sense.
Ah! Ow!
But these are our friends.
They can't be red squirrel agents.
Can't they?
I think we can trust the instincts
of history's greatest penguin agent.
Squirrel, squirrel, squirrel...
I'm sick of this guy. He's not the boss of me.
- They can't do this. - It's outrageous.
Okay, this red squirrel stuff has gone way too far.
But maybe we can stop it.
I don't much like our chances.
Those penguins are a wiley bunch.
True, true, but I just happen to have
a secret inside source.
Now, for his own protection,
my source cannot reveal his identity.
Hello there, Private.
Oh.
Um, the way I see it,
everything goes back to normal
If we just get rid of Buck Rotgut.
And how are we gonna do that?
That guy's not going anywhere until he catches
some kind of red squirrel.
Precisely, Maurice.
So you want me to pretend to be a squirrel?
You are a squirrel.
Yeah, but I never been a pretend one before.
It'll be fine.
Ow.
[door opens]
Ooh, everyone, come quickly.
It's the red squirrel.
Sweet enemy of the state.
It's really him.
Hope you kept your dance card open, bushy tail,
'cause I'm gonna play a little chin music
and waltz you all the way back to the louse house.
Um, I'm gonna run away now.
After him, boys.
[grunting] - Take him out.
Oh, mama.
Oh, okay, only 100 yards to the nearest tree.
[Smack!]
Stupid eye patch.
Crazy face, hit me with the gift box.
[wretches]
[grunting]
Ha.
[all cheer]
A-hi.
Good job, all of us.
[all grunting]
I'm sure they kept your cell warm, red.
Heh-heh-heh.
[all laugh]
Touche, heh-heh.
So what's our next mission, Buck?
[giggles]
That's it for me, boys.
I'm out of the game.
- Why? - No, sir.
Say it ain't so.
I was put on this earth for one reason and one reason only.
And now it's sitting in the back of the...
Wait a minute.
Where's dough boy?
Private? He's right...
Hmm.
Thanks a million, Fred.
No problem.
I always wanted to ride in a box.
You know, they got cardboard on the inside too.
Conspiracy.
[Both:] Ah!
That squirrel was Fred?
Why would you make a phony red squirrel?
Why?
Because special agent Buck Rotgut
is completely mental.
[all gasp]
Your lies are burning my ear holes.
He's thrown all our friends into a detention cell.
And for what?
Because he thinks some enemy from 47 years ago
is still out there plotting against him?
Oh, I get it now.
The red squirrel hates penguins.
And you know who else hates penguins?
The red squirrel...
The red squirrel!
[all gasp]
What? He's... he's...
Okay, he's talking nonsense.
I don't know, Private.
You did get caught red-squirrel-handed.
A clever game, I'll give him that.
Planting a decoy to cover up your penguin plastic surgery.
Nice move,
red squirrel!
[both gasp]
[gasps] Wait.
You think Private is the red squirrel?
Uh, that's not really, uh...
Possible.
That sounds like squirrel talk.
Maybe I got the right idea, wrong penguin suit, huh?
Who? Kowalski?
He's been helping us catch the red squirrel.
Inside man.
Your smarter than I thought, red.
But I know how to make you smart guys talk.
You ever had a six-pound halibut shoved up your left nostril?
Not the left one, no.
I did try to tell you.
Rico, ring-a-ding special, asap.
[wretches]
[phone rings]
Yes.
You don't say?
Well, thanks, chief.
That was HQ.
They said you've been tracking another decoy this whole time.
The real red squirrel is hiding out in
Grr-furr-jiggle-stan.
You tuna-fed thumb suckers better sit this one out.
Griffajigglestan is no place for amateurs.
I'm coming for you, squirrel.
Clear.
[grunting]
Well, maybe we left our paranoia caps on
A little too long.
Oh, I do feel bad for the old guy.
He's wasted decades chasing an enemy
that probably doesn't even exist.
Red squirrel's log.
Special agent Rotgut has been disposed of.
Time to get to work.
[cackles]
[Clang!]
Stupid eye patch.
Oh, looks like somebody generated an electro-plasmonic energy orb.
Rico, no weapons testing indoors.
Wasn't me.
It's Kowalski, Skipper. He's been in his lab all night.
Kowalski.
Everything under control, Skipper.
You don't understand.
I haven't had a scientific breakthrough in weeks.
What about your shrink ray?
Small potatoes. Useless!
Oh, I don't know. We could whip us up a batch of teeny-tiny french fries.
No, there's a ground-breaking discovery somewhere in my brain just waiting to burst forth.
If you need me, I'll be on the cutting edge of science!
Eureka!
No.
Kowalski.
Look, if you're tired of sushi, just say so.
Don't be hacked up. Don't be hacked up.
Thank a maker.
Which in this case is me.
What is it?
And why is it in our chow?
Gentlemen, this gelatinous mass was brought to life by yours truly.
Really? What's it do?
Not sure.
But isn't it just a little bucket of adorable?
All right, Jiggles does not like fish.
Jiggles?
Oy, that's my juice.
Ooh, jiggles does like fruit.
I don't know, Kowalski.
Naming your scientific abomination is just asking for trouble.
They grow so exponentially.
Ready for my blendy order, Maurice?
What'll it be, your majesty?
I'm feeling in a tropical mood today.
Make it eh... mango.
Mango!
Eh, guava.
Guava!
Coconut, kiwi.
grapefruit, tamarind, yuzu.
loquat, fruit of the loba, giant lala,
belizean genip, bilimbi, puna-puna, genamoya, peanut butter fruit, cura-cura,
lovi, noni, malagadumba, macombo, molobo, prickly pear, ugli fruit
And a hairless rambutan.
And, uh, toss in an energy boost.
All of this smoothie ordering is exhausting.
Jiggles!
Don't you ever scare me like that again.
Back to the lab, you little gelatinous jokester!
To the lab!
The lab!
Kowalski?
Should we be concerned?
About what, Skipper?
Oh, I don't know.
Let's start with your monster.
"Monster" is a bit judgmental, isn't it?
I call him as I see him.
Just because jiggles has no nervous system doesn't mean he has no feelings.
He's a big blob of mad science, man.
Well, if he wasn't before,
this scientist is mad now.
Come on, jiggles, they don't understand you like I do.
Jiggles, now that you are...
you know... alive, I think if you are going to...
live here, you need to
Skipper, someone's at the hole.
At this hour? Rico, prepare a New York welcome.
Somebody boosted our fruit and the trail of green goop leads over to here, over here.
Right.
Look, I love a mystery, great ape.
, but I think what you've lost is your, uh... mind.
Nah, I lost my bananas.
This is not how it looks.
Hey, what are the other birdies doin' over there?
Classified.
What about my bananas?
Rico.
Bananas indeed, right?
Get it out of your system, jiggles.
See?
It's all good in the
Good golly wally!
Jiggles!
He's gone berserk.
Working on it.
So what have we learned here, Kowalski?
We?
You. What have you learned?
Is this really the time to point flippers, Skipper?
The jelly man sucked up my mango.
All right, I've got a plan.
Rico procures one bottle of sunscreen,
pineapple coconut scented.
The faux fruit odor will attract the hungry jiggles like a bee to pollen.
And then we spring a ridiculously elaborate trap.
One question, kowalski.
After we capture your monstrosity, what do we do with it?
Well, I...
I suppose we return him to my lab, where he will live a life of hidden shame,
safe from the small-minded maniacs who can't or just won't understand him.
Good. Make it happen.
Oh. More tropicality.
I love this coconapple cologne.
Julien, no.
What, too much?
Help!
What? He'll spit him out.
Talk about your fruitless efforts, eh?
We've got to get Julien out.
Right, give me ringtail extraction options. Stat.
Skipper, don't you see? Julien was a jiggles hater.
You know what happens to jiggles haters?
This is what happens when you hate on my monster.
You admit you made a monster.
Well.
The good kind of monster.
My kind!
You've got to snap out of this, Kowalski.
Oh, I see.
You're all haters now.
Well, see you later, science haters.
He called us haters.
That makes me sad, Skipper.
True genius is never appreciated in its time, no.
Not by little birdies with tiny little bird brains.
Sweet, oozing jiggles, you are the only life form who understands me.
We... We had an understanding.
Oh, now it's a problem, heh?
How could I have been so blind?
What have I done?
I'll tell you what you have done: gone nutso.
There must be some way I...
That's it.
Really nutso.
Jiggles hates fish.
I had fish for lunch.
Ah, no use. I just can't upchuck like Rico.
Reach in.
There?
Oh, oh, gross.
Do you want to be digested?
Okay, okay.
This is the second most disgusting thing I've ever done.
Look, I did
So...
That happened.
I will not talk of this if you don't.
The truth is clear now.
Jiggles is a mindless monster on a ravenous rampage.
Best of luck.
I don't need luck.
I need my friends.
Present and accounted for.
As long as you take back that "hater" remark.
I believe this is where I ask for options.
I'll need to get some gear from my lab.
Can you keep the creature contained?
Can do.
What's in the case?
Science created this problem.
Science will solve it.
That had to be tough, Kowalski.
There was no other way.
You know, science is a wonderful thing.
It gives us toasters and televisions and artificial flavors.
But mad science,
that just ends with dicey super weapons and freakish creatures and artificial flavors.
I guess I'm just not the mad scientist type.
You're more of a... a glad scientist.
I am glad.
Glad I used my shrink ray.
Now, this time I want you to be a good goo guy.
Who's my goo guy?
Who's my goo-guy?
Goo-goo-goo-goo-goo goo guy.
I am now approaching the reptile house.
Roger that, Alice, just be careful.
I am being careful.
I am being extra super...
Careful.
Very... careful.
Hey, what's going on?
Intel is sketchy.
All we know is, we've got a transfer from the Hoboken zoo.
I am now entering the reptile house.
I am now releasing the subject.
I am now getting my sweet patootie out of here!
This warrants further investigation.
What's in there?
Oh my gosh, he's just a bundle of precious.
Oh, he is the cutest thing my eyes have ever seen.
Cuter than me?
Hello, little friend.
Welcome to the zoo. I'm...
Oh dear. I don't think he can hear me.
Oh, and I think he's scared.
Lock-pop ladder, go.
Now, my little friend, as I was saying, I'm...
Annoying.
Get my lunch.
Flyes, lightly sauteed. Thank you.
A cute froggy, he is funny.
Yeah, a real cut-up.
It's Hoboken all over again.
Listen, my name is Barry,
and you all work for me now, everyone.
You do what I say when I say it.
Have you ever heard a more adorable tirade?
I just want to scoop him up and give him a great big hug.
Trust me, lady, I'm not the hugging type,
I'm the "do what I say or I'll ruin your life" type.
Or really, little hoppy?
And how are you going to do that?
Oh, like this.
Oh, that never gets old, that never gets old.
What's wrong with Rico?
Toxins.
According to scratch-and-sniff rainforest animals Barry is a poison dart frog.
His skin is drenched in paralyzing poisons.
So nobody can touch Berry, ever?
I guess, he really isn't the hugging type. How sad.
Yeah, boo hoo. How long till Rico is back to normal?
Rico normal or normal normal?
Rico normal.
It could be days.
Then I just have one question.
Why does the peruvian booby smell like armpit?
No.
How do we fight an enemy we can't touch?
Skipper, maybe we don't need to fight him at all.
Hey, monkeys.
Monkeys have tails. We aren't.
Giving me lip when you should be giving me bananas.
Are we going to have a problem here?
Do I need to break out the toxic touch?
No, take them. Take them all.
I do not like this telling other animals what to do.
That is my niche.
Yo, elephant.
Gah!
Not a good idea.
Now get over there and suck up those bananas, now!
Now blow.
Okay, but I do like that. Look at it.
I mean, you got to respect and creativity.
Hey, what's the matter with you two? This is hilarious.
I demand you laugh with me.
We are not amused, tiny amphibian.
Sorry, Barry.
I know your bullying is just a desperate cry for attention.
Ah, don't mollycoddle the prisoner, Private.
He is getting what he deserves.
If there's one thing I cannot stand, it's a bully.
When one animal makes it his business to infringe on the freedom of others,
I make it my business to take that punk down a notch.
Or eight. Right, Kowalski?
Right. And...
Oh, come on, step up your game, birds.
I'm already up two-zip.
Our situation is rapidly deteriorating.
What do we do, Skipper?
Well, Kowalski's been working on a secret project.
It's untested, perhaps even dangerous.
Private, prepare yourself for what you are about to see.
Is... Is that?..
Yes, Private, it is.
A six-foot whacking stick.
Berry will never know what hit him.
Skipper.
Isn't there a less violent solution?
There should, probably.
But I want to see what this baby can do.
Oh, countess, your tea is delicious.
Thank you, lady Dashwood.
Would you care for another crumpet or whatnot?
"Crumpet".
I know, I know, dance a waltz.
Excuse me, cute froggy.
You seem to be confused.
I am the one who is to be telling the animals what to do.
Yes! This is because I am King.
The bossingness is what I do.
However, if you are interested, you may apply for an internship.
We are currently accepting applications for the spring semester.
But until you have properly internalised,
you must cease the bossing around.
You know what?
Cease this.
This madness ends now, punk.
Are you now going to pummel him until he is all squishy?
That's the idea.
Yes! I am King Julien and I approve this plan.
Where'd he go?
I... I don't know, Skipper.
Get off, get off, get off.
Evac!
Come on, let's play.
All clear.
Again.
Nooo!
Yeees! Three-zip.
And you're next.
How do you touch someone who's untouchable?
It is a riddle.
Like what do you eat first, the chicken or the egg.
I said the egg, 'cause they are breakfast foods.
That's not the way it goes.
So you think, the chicken first, huh?
Oh, it does make a nice base for the eggs.
No, that's not...
Mort, will you keep it down? We are trying to think here.
I like beans.
Mort, who can be dealing with you?
Stay in that can.
That's it.
Oh, who can save us?
Penguin, it's time you and me got...
in touch.
Take this.
Or this.
Hey, I can't...
You can't touch me, but I can touch you.
Stay away from me.
Berry, I'm going to do to you what no one else ever has.
No. No!
Give you a big hug.
Huh? What?
I'd be a grumpy gus too if no one ever hugged me.
Hey, you know what?
I never have been hugged.
Maybe this is just what I needed.
Or maybe I'm just a jerk who enjoys bullying other animals.
Within that case, I can just squeeze you till you pop like a grape.
No, no, go with the hug. The hug's good.
Actually...
I'm liking the hug.
How you feeling, Kowalski?
I can taste sound.
But that's passed.
Rico?
Well, the best thing for it is to get back on our feet.
King me!
Hey, guys.
Anybody else seeing a robot penguin
playing checkers with the poisonous frog?
More rack time, boys.
CAT'S CRADLE
Eyes on the prize, Kowalski.
Hack this new habitat control system...
... and we'll be swimming all the fish we could stomached.
Fish!
I'm trying ...
... but this is the most advanced encryption I've ever seen.
It's got Sudoku with fractions.
Did you try the master code?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
Damn! Nothing.
Run it backwards.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Okay. Now try starting with 3 ...
Fish!
Wow, we're in!
Way to hack that mainframe , Rico!
Skipper, look! this is scary man!
Well, boys. Looks like they finally track me down.
Those Danes really know how to hold a grudge.
Penguins!
Moon Cat!
It's ... Max
And you know, I'm not really from the moon.
- Yes, but the name just works. - Yeah, it's fine. Now help me!
Hide me! Save me!
We are in your debt from the exceptional hospitality ..
... you show us on our lunar mission.
Are the Danes' after you too?
No! It's Animal Control! They're after me.
You know what those maniacs do with stray cats?
Do you?
Me neither.
Well, you will not be find out tonight.
Let's roll, boys!
How many enemy agents we're talking about?
Because if it's more than a dozen ...
... we may need the jumbo brass knuckles.
And. .. Knock them.
We are doomed! We are doomed!
- We are doomed! - Steady ...
So doomed!
Time to put out the cat.
Ah, geez.
I am all myself.
Just one human?
That's not combat. It's playdate!
Rico!
Penguins. Nature rule breakers.
Birds were supposed to fly, but ...
... you got to swim instead
You think you're above the law of nature, punks?
Huh? Do you?
Rancho Cucamonga.
Private, kowalski. On me.
Mom made butter biscuits, gravy, gravy, bongos.
Your home cage, kitty.
Kowalski, options!
- Strategic retreat, Skipper? - Explain.
It's like running away, but manly
Execute.
Interfering with Animals Control. This is
Just like a penguin.
Once you get to sewers, find an alligator named Roger ...
And give him this secret code, friends
"Help me, oh please, please help me.
For the sweet love of Mother of Mercy ...
... please help me escape Animal Control's officer.
... who is chasing me. "
He'll know what it means.
You birds are the best!
Be strong, my friend.
Well done, men. Mission accomplished ...
What in the name of candy jam?
Booby traps. Everywhere!
Sweet science of boxing!
He sealed out the entire perimeter.
The man knows his technique.
We got to run!
Escape is no longer an option, my feline friend.
We'll have to hide you in the zoo until Johhny Lockwood is seized.
Anything you say. My 9 lives are in your hands.
Okay... has a...
... not much of fresh air in here, huh?
Try to conserve oxygen ...
... by shutting down any unnecessary brain function.
Rico, show him how it's done.
Just keep it down and everything will be OK.
Midnight bounce party!
Ain't no party's like a midnight bounce!
Because midnight bounce is not ...
Hey, the royal bounce is really screaming tonight.
I must bounce with extra violence to release the trapped spirits.
Maurice, bring the spirits plunger!
We have got a clogger.
Why are we doing this again?
We're leaving your scent int this habitat as bait.
As the Animal Control comes in...
Joey, the foul-tempered kangaroo, takes him out.
Okay.
It's pure kitty. no buts about it.
I fell to far behind
They must've taken my tail, taking the rear exit
... and curl around the back side.
This ends here.
What's wrong with the Private?
Private seem like this in our mission to backstab the ape
Oy!
You right there!
Joey don't like tresspassers in this piece, eh, mate.
You don't hear anything?
Joey's gonna have to teach you.
I think he teach me that move?
- Update me, chimp. - Well, he simply isn't human.
No man can take that much poo without throwing.
What are we gonna do? I have never been get caught before.
Maybe not so bad! You never know until you visit.
I'm out of ideas, Skipper.
He 's trapped us in every hiding place in the zoo.
Phil asks if you've tried Red Rhodesian slasher.
There's no Red Rhodesian slasher on the chart.
"Felinus Infernus"
An ultra rare and incredibly vicious wild cats.
The habitat is ready, but the beast itself has yet to arrived.
Could be an ideal hiding spot.
Red wild cat?
It may be more right than you know, primates.
Sometimes the best place to hide is in plain sight.
Alright, Lunar Cat.
Now let's see how good your viciousness.
Growl ... Snarl ...
I'm hissing here.
- The trail has gone cold. - Yes!
Hey, pokey. You jockey. You really faild your duty.
You'll never gonna touch my kitty furry tail.
He's blown his own cover!
Hello, kitty.
Why didn't anybody tell me you'd arrived?
Stand back! Officer X, Animal Control.
Let's see how this plays out.
X. Is that the name your mother gave you?
My mother never told me my real name.
Said it was classified.
Now turn over the stray cat or face the full power of ...
Metropolitan Animal Control ...
... and Regulation
Stray cat?
This is the male Red Rhodesian Slasher we've been waiting weeks for!
- But ... - Oh, my
That female slasher is going to be happy to see you!
They're getting cranky when you're lonely.
I'm gonna meet ... what?
- Female? Cranky? - Still playing out.
That feline is a known fugitive on admission ...
In you go to the kitty love nest.
Oh my God!
Isn't Nature magical?
You know what, ma'am? It is.
I think I'll just sit here ...
... and wait inc ase the nature decides to make a break for him.
Whatever float your boat, weirdo.
Okay. Well this might've played out a little too much.
You have to get me out of here. This kitten's mad!
Apparently, the Rhodesian slasher have a painful, intense,
... and very elaborate courtship ritual.
But the good news is most fatalities ...
... don't occur until the fifth week.
I can't take five weeks of this!
What am I gonna do?
Time for a kitty jailbreak.
Private, execute foamy lips subterfuge Mark 7.
Arf! Arf!
I'm the rabies!
Rabid Chihuahua.
The greatest Animals control threat known to man.
Arf! Arf!
I like diseases!
What the...
And here we go!
This is for all the marble, boys!
Gotcha.
My felinus infernus! They're escaped!
They?
Take good care of my lady! Okay, big guy?
Bye now!
Ink?
Oh poo.
Nice stripes work, Rico.
Get brush stroke of the Renaissance master.
I can't thank you bunch enough.
Consider it a debt repayed, old friend.
Enjoy your freedom.
Sure thing! It ... but ... umm
Isn't the whole outside wall is still wired in...
... with the sergeant psycho's booby traps?
We've got a man on it.
I'm expendable!
Ok.
You’re good.
A little more…
A little less!
Appears to be a Hoboken surprise.
Ooh! Perhaps it’s a unicorn!
Private, the transfer’s from New Jersey, not Rainbow Pixie Land.
Alice, what’s in the box, anyway?
You don’t want to know.
Yeah, I probably do not.
I see… increased security.
Intriguing. Go on.
It’s… It’s… It’s a… Boa!
Ooh! Boas are very festive. They frame the face in fabulousness.
Not that kind of boa, Ringtail.
Member of the genus “constrictus real tight and eat us”.
I’ve worked up a rendering of the actual size of our new arrival.
(chuckling) Well, well, rather puny, yes?
Uh, that’s a lot of snake.
Especially when the crushing begins.
Precisely.
As my scratch-and-sniff guide to rainforest animals clearly indicates
a boa will coil around its prey,
squeeze it into unconsciousness,
then swallow it… whole.
Take a good whiff. That’s the smell of fear, gentlemen.
Technically, it’s snake bile, but point taken.
Hey, hey. Look, I’m sure some boas are mean in the wild,
but this is the zoo. Guys, you know, we’re neighbors.
Right! And neighbors don’t eat neighbors.
I do! If my neighbor is a mango.
If this snake tries anything cute, we’ll be on him like stink on a chimp.
I beg your pardon, sir. I believe you’re smelling my partner.
Thank you! You’re too kind.
Skipper! Intercepting an inter-zoo transmission.
Keep dancing. It confuses the looky-loos.
It’s the lemurs. We lost one.
Take a bow, Private. Show’s over.
OK, from the beginning.
Yes, I noticed a chill in my feet. Then it hit me. Where’s Mort?
“Mort,” from the Latin root, “Morte,” as in… “dead.”
Let’s not jump to conclusions until we rule out all out all other possibilities.
Or find a body.
Who will bring to me my fruity smoothie with the teeny umbrella and twisty straw?
The smoothies! Julien did send Mort to get some pineapple from over by the reptile house.
Yeah, the geckos get all the good stuff.
Reptile house, eh? Gentlemen, I smell a rat. And it’s inside a snake.
Ah, the neighbors. I was hoping I would get a chance to eat you.
What'd he say?
I mean, “meet you.” Slip of the tongue.
Oh, I know! I’ve put my foot in my mouth a time or two.
Good dark meat ratio.
How rude! I am Savio. And you are?
Suspicious? We’re got a disappeared tiny, little lemur.
I trust nothing tragic transpired.
Tragic? Who said anything about tragic?
Private, did you? Kowalski? No! No one mentioned tragic.
Gut feeling.
This should be easy enough to clear up.
If you could just tell us, Savio,
where were you between the hours of…now, and… sometime before now?
Where would I be? Where could I be?
As you can see, I’ve no possible means of escape from this glass prison.
Kowalski?
Hmm, seems to be an encrypted keypad to control…
Ah, state of the art electronic Magnalocks. His alibi would appear to be solid.
There, you see? Not a guilty bone in my body.
Now what say we put this unpleasantness behind us. You come inside for a bite…
I wasn’t born yesterday.
If I was I’d be in diapers… which apparently, I’m not.
Let’s go through this one more time, Kowalski.
As we’ve already established, our boa could not have escaped.
His habitat is locked down tight.
Locked down?
Let’s look at those locks one more time, shall we?
Double forged titanium interlocking tumblers,
openable only from the outside keypad.
Hello, what do we have here?
Ventilation shaft… Oh, I suppose it’s possible.
Ugh! Sorry Skipper. Too narrow. He might be able to squeeze his body,
but with a bellyful of undigested prey, it would be all but impossible.
Somebody stole Maurice in my sleep.
I’m sensing a pattern here, boys.
It starts with a scream, and ends with a lemur biting the dust.
It’s Marlene! She’s no lemur!
Well, it’s a complicated pattern.
We’re too late!
Kowalski, what does this look like to you?
Inconclusive. A fragment of shoe leather, perhaps synthetic…
Ehhh! Wrong! Try snake skin!
Boys, I’ll bet my left flipper we find that snake out slithering for a snack.
It’s a good thing you’re right-flippered, Skipper.
Rico, check structural integrity.
Check.
Believe me, there are much more difficult things to swallow than my obvious innocence.
My, my, my, someone looks… plump.
As do you, but do I make wild accusations? No. I find that distasteful.
Sorry, Savio, I keep telling them not to judge a book by its cover.
Indeed, words to live by. Now, if you’ll excuse me,
I need to go and digest your meaty… allegations.
Perhaps it’s all just a coincidence that mammals began disappearing when Savio arrived.
Sure, Private. Maybe all the little mammals got pulled into a top secret little mammal meeting…
in that snake’s digestive tract!
Whew! Thanks be to the food spirits, I am not a mammal.
But you are a mammal.
No I am not!
Hmm… Warm blooded, furry, belly button... No question. Mammal.
A taste for mammals, eh?
Excellente snake bait, young Private.
Why do I always have to be the bait, Skipper?
Because you’re gullible and expendable.
That’s a twofer.
Monkey it up a little! Come on, Private.
I could go for some ripe bananas, I could. And perhaps a go on my tire swing.
It’s working! Oh and whatever you do, don’t look behind you.
Please hurry.
Affirmative. We’re on the move.
We’ve been hoaxed! Private, come in! Come in!
Ah-ha!
What will you accuse me of now? Eating a penguin in a monkey suit?
That’s a pretty good guess, there. I wonder how he does that?
Yes, that would be a neat trick.
The air vent.
But Skipper, I told you, it’s too small for him to slip through.
But he’s a long, long snake, isn’t that right, Savio?
Why, I’ll bet he could make it clear to…
Uh, what is that “beep, beep, beep” I am hearing?
Make it clear to the…
I hear it, too.
Make it…!
Yeah, that was my theory.
Sometimes, only a real mammal will do.
Oh! So this is what being paralyzed by fear feels like. Good to know.
Rico!
Kowalski? Options?
Yes! The pen is mightier then the…
Of course, that was a pencil. Pen would have been better.
He’s slowing you down.
Ringtail!
Yay! King Julien got eaten up, too.
Oh. I suppose some books can't be judged by their cover, after all.
When the cover is snakeskin.
Ugh! It’s disgusting and smelly and slimy!
And snaky!
Get us outta here!
Skipper, he’ll have a plan. He’s always got a plan!
Got a plan?
No!
Help!
You know, I think my eyes were bigger then my stomach on that one.
OK, got something. It’s a multi-stage plan. Phase one… Run!
Diversion!
Obstacle!
Serpentine!
We can’t defeat a serpent with serpentine!
Jump!
You like mammals, right? Meet Burt.
The world’s largest land mammal, FYI.
No, really, I could not eat another thing.
You got that right!
Ooh, I’ll give you such a pinch!
Tell me we came out of the mouth…
This isn’t New Jersey, tough guy.