01x15 - All Choked Up

[bunniefuu]

-And now DreamWorks The
Penguins of Madagascar.

[OPENING MUSIC]

-Cute and cuddly boys.

-Penguin, penguin, make a wishy.

Something scaly,
cold and squishy.

How's about a tasty fishy?

What kind do you eat?

-Catfish.

-Ow!

-Albacore.

-Snapper.

-Fish!

-And don't forget the grenade.

-Aah!

-And that settles that.

Private, you're on
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.

-Yippee!

-But nothing sugary.

A Recon man needs
focus, discipline.

The sweet stuff goes
straight to the brain.

-Yes, of course.

Must be careful of brain.

OK, leaving now.

Don't wait up.

Focus.

Discipline.

Then, a little reward.

Focus.

Discipline.

Discipline.

Focus.

Maybe just one more
peanut butter winky.

-Too much sugar?
What's Skipper now about sugar?

I eat sugar and I'm the
best recon man ever.

I see a fire engine!

Wee-oooh wee-oooh!

Arrr, I'm a pirate!

Wow a caterpillar.

My name backwards is Etavirp.

What's a virp?

Is it sugar?

I love sugar!!

Wooh!

Woooh!

What?

No!

No, that can't be.

It must be sugar playing
tricks on my eyes.

Out, sugar!

Out out out!

Ah, much better.

Oh, dear.

I really should tell
somebody about this.

Ahh!!

No one is safe!

The end is near!

-What in the name of
Gandhi's nun chucks?

-Eh, hit the snooze.

-No one is safe!

Aah!

The end is near!

-Status report, private.

What's out there?

What did you see?

-It was a orca.

-A k*ller whale.

The deadliest
predator in the sea!

-Yeah, that's going
to be a real problem

in the middle of the zoo.

-Ba-da-bam.

Meeting over.

-No.

You don't understand.

This orca was gigantic,
and it came from the sky.

-A sky orca?

-A skorka?

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.

Skorka!

Who can be safe from the terror
that swims through the skies?

Nobody!

All who agree please vote
by getting panicky, now.

[LOUD BELL RINGING]

-I'll catch your Skorka.

Catch him, serve him
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 of free.

Come on, boys.

-For free?

What good is anything if
it is not very expensive?

OK peoples, your king has heard
your babyish squeals for help.

And he, me, which
is I, the king,

am taking the controls
of this crisis.

Maurice!

Give the hoppity 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?

Are you hit?

Just calm down, let me see.

Sticky.

Sugar sticky.

-Yes, see, about that.

-Peanut butter winky.

-OK I know what you're thinking.

Private ate too much sugar
and now he's dreamed up some

flying while that
doesn't even exist.

-Wow that is what I'm thinking.

-Sugar?

Dreams and mind reading powers?

How many Winkys did you eat?

-Skipper.

-This wasn't just
some sugar dream.

That orca, it was real.

-And we want to
believe you, Private,

but compare the evidence.

-On the sugary
sugar's side, we've

got empty snack cake wrappers
and your own upset tummy.

[STOMACH GURGLES]

-Uh-huh.

Ahh!

-And on the Skorka's
side nothing.

Less than nothing.

Kowalski, what's a
number less than nothing?

-Um, negfinity.

-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!

-There!

Look!

I see the skorka!

-Where?

It was right over there.

-Aw, the contest
already expired.

-Of all the bad luck.

-Skorka!

You missed it.

-What's your
diagnosis, Kowalski?

-Acute imaginosis
of the frighty-bone.

Worst case I've ever seen.

-Is there any cure?

-Well, the sugar should wear
off in less than five minutes.

-That's five too many.

Give me results, man.

-OK the skorka is
a pretend creature.

Therefore, if we
pretend to defeat it.

That should cure Private's
sugar-stoked fantasies.

-Imaginary combat.

I like it!

All right, men.

Initiate Operation
Scaredy Pants.

Now!

-It's here!

Skorka ahoy, Skipper!

-Engage!

-Skipper?

You're all just pretending.

-Ahh!

Oh, mama, it's got me.

Oh, boy.

-Reengage!

-They don't believe me.

I guess it's up to me
to stop the skorka.

If I don't come back, know
that I've always loved you.

Mm.

Nutty.

-Huh?

-Looks like Private's got it
even worse than we thought.

Pursue and restrain, boys.

SKIPPER: Target sighted.

-Ahh!

-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 at some unseen, yet

terrifying hmm.

Odd.

I don't remember a
forecast of sudden,

giant, orca-shaped shadows.

Sweet mercy!

-Mother of Mata Hari, it's real!

Sorry.

-Sorry.

-Sorry.

-PRIVATE:It's OK.

We have to get to higher
ground, attack from above.

-You heard the man.

Move!

Move!

Move!

ANNOUNCER 1: And leading off
the New York Balloon Parade

for the sixth year, it's
Ying Yang, the Wonder Whale.

ANNOUNCER 2: Well, Ying Yang
had some technical oopsies,

but after a trial
run last night,

he's up and swimming for fun.

-I guess all's whale
that ends whale.

Eh, Jilly?

-Move it, ya bludgers.

I'll rip your arm off to
scratch my [INAUDIBLE].

Back off my skorka!

-Go, jumpy one!

Defeat this skorka demon
and his costumed minions.

-That guy's worth every penny.

-You see, Maurice?

Where are the fight for
free penguin types now?

[ELEVATOR MUSIC]

-Skipper, the creature
appears to have

some sort of
blubbery force field.

Also, wheee!!

-That's the bounce of
pure evil, gentleman.

Rico!

Grenade me.

Uh-oh.

[GRENADE EXPLODES]

- [offscreen] My car!

-expl*sives are useless.

We'll have to go fin to fin.

-Oy, penguins!

That fish is mine!

-Oh!

The excitement is
giving me the tinglies.

Maurice, scratch me here
until the tinglies go away.

-It's not working, Skipper.

His shields are impenetrable.

-We 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!

[CROWD CHEERS]

-Oh!

I penetrated the shield!

Ahhh!!

-Private!

[PRIVATE YELLING]

-Noo!!

-His name was Private.

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 skorka.

-Actually, Skipper,
you're right.

As of today, there is no skorka.

-Well done, Private, well done.

-A flying orca.

It's like our worst
nightmare brought to life.

-Interesting theory.

Then who's nightmare is the
giant waffle cone sundae?

-Flee for your lives!

How can we be safe
from two scoopula,

the ice cream that
walks like a man?

Ah, yes, that would do it.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Maurice, fetch me
the royal thermometer.

-Thermometer says,

-We must ask the sky spirits to
turn this freezing wind toasty.

Oh, great sky spirits!

-Maybe you should
say pretty please.

-The royal feet are frostbited!

-Kowalski, give me some
options for evening

out these fierce tans.

-I suggest a 180 degree
horizontal axis rotation.

-Right on my mark.

Flip!

-So, Doctor, you're
studying penguins.

-Yes.

It's my profession,
and my passion.

I can't tell you how valuable
it will be to observe them

under these harsh and
unforgiving Antarctic

conditions.

-Whatever floats your root beer.

-Prepare to get served, boys.

-Let me know if you
see anything weird.

-Weird, how?

-You'll know it if
you see it, doc.

-Wow.

They really are
amazing creatures.

Ah windshield of 30 below,
and look at them, loving it.

-Cute and cuddly, boys.

Cut and cuddly.

-Skipper, how cold is it?

-Kowalski?

-I can't say for
certain, but I'd

put the over under
at -17 degrees

Fahrenheit, the
freezing point of snot.

-I've lost all feeling
in me left cheek.

-That's my cheek, Private,
and it's the right one.

But don't worry, this joker
can't last much longer.

I stand corrected.

-I don't think he's buying it.

You've got to sell it, Private.

It's time to turn up the heat.

-This vapour rig should increase
the steam output by 700%,

raising temperatures
all over the zoo.

-Outstanding.

-I just need to
add a cooling line

to prevent the pressure from,

-Emergency alpha!

Emergency Alice!

-Gotcha!

I don't know where you
birds go, but you're

not going anywhere now.

-Yes, it is essential that
they stay in the study area.

-Skipper!

-Don't sweat it, Private.

Better men than this guy
have tried to make me talk.

Help!

ALICE: There.

Lockdown!

Good luck, doc.

-It's not so bad.

Kind of flashy, actually.

What are they?

-Electronic tracking devices.

Our every move
will be monitored.

-That ain't going to fly.

No one can know where we are
at all times, not even us.

Rico, hacksaw me.

-Skipper, how long will it take
to saw through the bracelet?

-The bracelet?

I was just going
to saw off my foot,

but maybe you're on to
something there, Private.

-No!

Tamper resistant lining.

You'll break the circuit
and sound the alarm.

-Well boys, looks like
we got us a waiting game.

-I'm afraid we can't
afford to wait, Skipper.

We left the furnace
room before I

had a chance to instal
the cooling upgrade.

Without it, the internal steam
pressure will build until,

-Kaboom.

-Oh dear.

-How long?

-Two hours, four minutes.

Unless we get down
there and finish the job

-But what about the scientist?

Don't you think he'll notice
if any of us try to leave?

-Affirmative.

-Where did they go?

-We must thank the sky
spirits for providing

the warm cosiness we
are now experiencing.

If there is ever anything
I could do, anything,

SKIPPER [on radio]: There's
something we need you to do.

-You offered.

-Eh, hi.

Howdy.

Sky spirit?

I never thought you would sound
a little like a testy penguin.

SKIPPER [on radio]: Clam
up and listen to me.

-A lot like a testy
penguin, actually.

SKIPPER [on radio]: Your kingdom
is going to blow up in one hour

and forty seven minutes.

-Ooh, a vengeful sky spirit.

-It's me, Skipper, you idiot.

All right, just
listen to the plan.

-Are you sure this is the place?

It's very steamy.

-Listen up, ringtail.

You have one hour and 12 minutes
to instal that cooling device.

-Is this including lunch, coffee
break, and the royal siesta?

-Kowalski's going to walk
you through it, step by step.

So do exactly what he says.

-I am royalty.

I cannot be told
exactly what to do.

-Well how about
you order Kowalski

to tell you exactly what to do?

-OK, That will work.

-Bacaw!!!

-Aieee.

-Private.

Rico.

Report.

-I think the scientist
is getting suspicious.

-Enough with the
smoke and mirrors.

We need to start
acting like penguins.

-But we only know the
smile and wave routine.

What else do penguins do?

-I don't have the faintest?

-Yay, I'm a wrench.

-OK, the cooling
unit is in place.

-Listen carefully.

If you open the
lower casing, you

should see seven
different knobs.

Red, crimson, scarlet, brick,
cardinal, ruby, and rose.

Make absolutely
certain that you twist

only the scarlet knob,
or it's bye-bye zoo.

-Private!

We need some penguin
material, pronto.

-OK try scratching the ground
and bobbing your heads.

Now take a running
start, flap your wings,

and leap up in the
air and fly away!

Oh wait, that's pigeons.

-Eenie, meenie, miney,

KOWALSKI [on radio]:
We're running out of time.

Have you twisted the knob?

Remember, only the scarlet knob.

-Where was I?

Moe!

Are your eyeballs seeing
this colour as scarlet,

or is this brick?

-In this light, that
might be crimson.

-Crimson?

Then which is the ruby?

-Do I look like an
interior decorator?

They're all red,
just twist the knob!

-Private, is this
really necessarily?

-Yes.

It's critical to maintaining
social order within the flock.

You preen Rico first,
and then he'll do you.

-Yeah!

-I did it!

-Hypothetically speaking, what
would happen if we installed

that cooling unit thing, I
don't know, maybe under the air

conditioning system
instead of the furnace?

KOWALSKI [on radio]: That
would create a chain pressure

reaction that would
take out half the city.

Why?

-Oh, no reason.

KOWALSKI [on
radio]: The only way

to stop it would be to
open the main water valve

and flood the whole place.
-Wait.

Can you repeat that last part?

About stopping it?

-Flood the whole place!

-We have to get down there!

-Skipper, we can't.

-Alice would have us in nets
before we could get to them.

-It's up to the lemurs, now.

-The lemurs?

-Ahh, preening.

-We have to find
that water main!

It's the only way to
ease up the pressure!

-So start finding it.

Now!

Mort, now is the
time for you to start

volunteering a little bit.

Very well.

I guess that leaves, me.

Aaah!!

-Male penguins now exhibiting
bizarre mating dance rituals.

-They did it!

Nice going, ringtail.

-Mission accomplished.

Over and out.

-Sorry about this, doc.

There's some malfunction
in the central furnace.

-Don't worry.

I've already compiled
more than enough data.

And, I also discovered
a new method

of penguin communication.

The up high, this is the down
low, followed by the too slow.