01x47 - The Penguin Stays in the Picture

[bunniefuu]

Next, the Habitat Owners
Association asks that you be

courteous to your
down-wind neighbours.

What?

What's everybody looking at me for?

And tonight's final piece of
business, the photographer is

coming tomorrow.

So, if there aren't any questions,
we'll wrap up-- Hey, hey!

Wait, wait!

Go back to the photo thingy,
and be more explain-ary!

Every year, a photographer--
Jim, his name's Jim!

And though his bread and
butter's weddings and bar

mitzvahs, he's quite
good with wildlife.

Yeah.

He selects one of us to be on
the cover of the zoo brochure.

Which is to be me, because who
is more cover-worthy than

the king of the zoo?

Uh, nobody nowhere?

Yay, King Julien!

Hold on there a second!

Maybe the zoo would like a
lady on the cover this year.

Okay, yes, maybe.

But where are we going
to find one, Marlene?

You little--!

Forget it, you two.

They always pick Private.

Adorableness is his secret weapon.

Secret weapon?

Sure, we all have one.

Mine is fearless moxie,
Kowalski's is scientific genius,

Rico's is psychotic derangement
and Private's is adorableness.

Gee, Skipper, I think anyone
could be on the cover.

All you need to do is
believe in your dreams!

Aww!

See?

Secret weapon.

He's here!

I see him!

[Splashing]

Huh?

La, la, la!

Hey, I am being lovable here!

There's my little bubby!

[Inhaling]

Just let it flow, Private.

Be who you are.

Beautiful!

Adorable as always!

Star quality in spades!

Oh, ah!

Oh, he's in top form this morning.

That little rascal does us all proud.

Yoo-hoo!

Mr. Photographer!

Come see how cute I am!

Ugh!

Maurice, my regal cuddliness
is being ignored!

Be doing something about it!

Ow!

What was that?

And who moved my camera?

Well, hello!

Well done, Maurice.

Is he now capturing my delicate
yet masculine contours?

Uh, no?

He's taking pictures of Mort.

Come back, tail!

Hee, hee, hee!

I know adorable when I see
it, and that is adorable!

Of course it is!

I-- ah!

Mort?

My tail is yummy!

But-- but-- He barely even noticed me.

He was too busy taking
pictures of Mort.

Come on now, Private.

You run circles around that puff ball!

Speaking of running circles,
when Mort was chasing his own

tail, didn't you just melt?

Yeah!

[Babbling]

Oh, ahem.

I'd like to strike my
comments from the record.

[Whimpering]

It's not fair!

I was here first!

Mort can just go and get his own
thing, because when it comes to

adorable, there can be only one!

Pardon us, Private, but we
couldn't help overhear your

little problem.

Yeah, lucky for you, we're
expert problem-solvers.

Huh?

Let's just say we know how to
take a certain puff ball out of

the picture.

Oh, that would be-- wait!

No, I'd never agree to
anything like that!

Hey, nobody's saying you would!

Hey, hey!

But if something were to take
Mort out of the picture, it

would be a good thing for you, right?

No!

No, it wouldn't!

And by no, you mean yes.

What?

No, I don't want any part
of what you're saying!

Ahh!

You hear that?

He don't want no part.

Good.

It's cleaner that way.

Come on, let's go down and...
[Whispering]

Mmm, yummy!

Oh!

Huh?

Ta-da!

Check out that!

It's an otter wearing a hat!

That is so funny!

Oh, my goodness!

This is a brochure photo op, for sure!

Where is that adorable
scamp of a lemur?

Huh?

Ugh!

Maurice, what is the problem?

I am giving the man my best-est poses.

The "You caught me by surprise!"

The "Contemplating the
meaning of life."

The "My fur is so soft!

So very, very soft!"

Maybe he's not clicking
because Mort isn't here.

Ah, well.

There's always yesterday's news.

Ahh, Maurice!

Find Mort!

I need his photogenic-ness-ness!

Mort!

Mort, where are-- Now, this!

This is the stuff!

This is what I like to see!

Psst, hey, Private!

Is Skipper around?

Go, Maurice, I'm busy!

Thanks!

Skipper, you've got to help me.

Mort's missing!

Look, he only ate half his icy pop!

So?

Let me say that again.

He only ate half his icy pop!

What you're saying is
Mort's met with foul play.

Foul play?

Yo, the fuzz ball is
out of the picture!

Wink, wink!

Oh, no!

Oh, ugly!

But pick yourself up,
dust yourself off.

We can save this.

I told them not to do anything!

This isn't my fault, is it?

I don't know, is it?

Mort?

What did they do to you?

I am a ghost now!

Hee, hee, hee, hee!

Private!

Fall in!

[Whimpering]

What, all of a sudden he's camera-shy?

This I do not need!

Now, listen up.

Someone swiped Sad Eyes.

Nuh-uh!

I'm right here.

He's vanished without a trace!

No one has seen him in hours.

This penguin sees me.

Don't you, penguin?

Shh!

How's that, Private?

Shh-shouldn't we search
the lemur habitat?

You know, for clues.

Right, let's roll!

What kind of heartless sicko
would snatch that cute little

lumpkin?

[Gulping]

Mort was the photographer's
new favourite.

Hee, hee!

So, this was tied to
the brochure cover?

Oh!

He knows!

Without a doubt, which means
the culprit must be-- Marlene!

Hey, guys!

I need your opinion.

Which is more cover model?

Pink, or polka dots?

Marlene, you do know
that Mort is missing!

Oh, my gosh, that is terrible.

So, pink?

Oh, definitely pink.

That's what I thought!

Thanks!

Go on, Kowalski.

You were saying?

Here it comes!

I was saying the culprit is-- Me!

I did it!

I had to!

Mort was camera-hogging all my glory!

[Crying]

Who knew the depths of my depravity?

You didn't do it.

I was with you the whole time.

Really?

Okay, disregard the
tearful confession, then.

Even though I'm a ghost,
I still love your feet.

Yay!

Try again, Kowalski.

Who's our culprit?

The culprit is...
Private!

Aghhh!

You don't look so good.

Bothered about this Sad
Eyes business, eh?

Um, yes, Skipper.

Very bothered.

Take five.

I need everyone at peak
performance if we're going to

flesh out this maniac.

Hee, hee, he said "flush"!

Can I just finish my sentence, please?

The culprit is...
someone exceedingly mean, or at the very

least, not nice.

least, not nice.

Gosh, I'm sorry, Mort.

I never meant for this to happen.

Okay!

Can I have an icy pop now?

No, Mort!

You're a ghost.

I know, look!

Hi, wormies!

But that means you can never
have an icy pop again!

You give me icy pop!

Or I will haunt you!

No, no, Mort!

Please don't!

I will haunt you, and haunt you,
and haunt you until you are

very, very sad!

Oh, no!

No, no!

Oof!

Private, did you find the clue
that cracks this case wide open?

No, he found the two clues that
crack this case wide open.

Ba-da-bing!

Top-drawer work, Private!

You led us right to the real villain.

I found the icy pop!

Yay!

Oh!

You got any 3's?

Go sleep with the fishes.

Hi-ya!

Ow, hey!

Hey, ouch!

Brutalize them in the eyes!

For Mort!

Oh, hey.

What'd you do to Sad
Eyes, you monsters?

Stop!

Don't attack Bada and Bing, guys!

This is my fault.

They only took Mort because
I was jealous of him.

Hee, hee!

I'm trans-lucifent!

Private!

Are you saying you're in
cahoots with these hooligans?

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, we had an
understanding and whatnot.

No!

We had a misunderstanding.

Yes, I was jealous, but I never
wanted you to hurt Mort.

Hurt?

Whoa, we wouldn't hurt the little guy.

Yeah, he's adorable over there!

Look.

This icy pop is all melty.

Can I have another?

Sure, knock yourself out.

I like it here!

So, I'm just a figgy-ment of
your guilty imagin-ma-nation!

Yeah, we were just
entertaining him while that

shutterbug was here.

You know, keep him out of the
picture for Private over here.

Oh, well, that's all
rather innocent, isn't it?

Aww, that's me!

It sure is, Mort, and congratulations.

Honestly.

Hey, enough with the chitty-chat.

Mort, back to the cutting
and the pasting!

Ah, now that is adorable.