03x01 - Feline Fervor

[bunniefuu]

Feline Fervor

- Nothing like a little "r" and "r."
- Rump roast?

No, Mort, not a rump roast.
Rest and relaxation.

- Spontaneous jumping contest!
- I spoke too soon.

This is not just fun and innovative idea,
but a royal commandment.

Me first!
[stretches]

Maurice, double bounce me.

So this is one of those contests
where you gotta win, right?

Is there any other kind?
Now, on three.

One, "two-lien,"
three...

I win!

[gasps]

It may be possible
I over-bounced.

[both gasp]

- Ready, Rico?
- All right, bring it.

[grunting]

Mm.

And that's lunch.
Dig in, boys.

[panting]
It all happened so fast.

- Maurice jumped.
- The King.

- Bus!
- On the bouncy...

The feet.

Anyone catch that?

Yes...
it, uh... no, actually.

It appears a spontaneous jumping
contest, coupled with Maurice's

great posterior mass, has bounced
Julien outside ZOO confines.

[chewing]

What?
I'm fluent in "panic."

He's right, except
for the part about my butt,

which is sized appropriately,
thank you very much.

Please, help us
save King Julien and his feet.

Absolutely, sad eyes.

Boys, commence operation...
after lunch.

Mmm, sweet job
on the tuna roll, Rico.

Um, Skipper, isn't a quick
response critical for a rescue?

I have taught you well,
young Private.

Someone pass the wasabi.
Ugh, fine.

[brakes screech]

Hey, big, stinky bus!

I demand immediate return
to the ZOO.

Open these doors right n...

[groaning]

What... ugh...
ooh, aah!

My crown!

Mercy me!

City street is no place
for such an adorable kitty cat.

Uh, kitty?

According to Maurice, Julien
landed on the morning M2 bus.

We'll track that route as two units,
aerial surveillance and ground patrol.

- Rochambeau for the aerial unit?
- Oh, you are so on.

Both: Leopard seal,
orca, great white. Ha!

- Great white trumps leopard seal.
- No, I'm afraid not.

A leopard seal swims faster
and evades the great white.

My great white carries a knife...

- Oh, King Julien's feet!
- Fine, leopard seal wins.

Rico, saddle up.
You're on the ground.

Um, I'll take...
Maurice.

Wh... you picked
Maurice over me?

Lemurs have better eyesight.
It's purely strategic.

If that's how we're playing
it, then we'll take sad eyes.

Yay, I wasn't picked last!

What? Seriously?
Little Mort?

You and I both know penguins
have a limited sense of smell.

We need a strong nose on
the ground. Purely strategic.

- Fine.
- And, uh, we'll take, um...

- Marlene?
- What? She's not even here!

Oh, okay, right.
Private, we'll take Private.

Let me go. I am not a cat.
I am a lemur.

I am a King, even.
Can't you see my cr...

[shuddering]
My head is naked.

Welcome to your new home.

Oh, and look,
your new roommate, Zoe.

I already have
two roommates at the ZOO,

and neither one of them
is the furniture.

[purring]
Meow.

Hey, wow. On the second
thought, I am a cat.

Check out this long kitty tail,
these pointy ears and teeth.

Don't forget about my devastatingly
beautiful brownish-yellow eyes.

Now, Zoe, that's no way
to greet our new friend.

[yelps]

How about we show him
how much you love your yarn?

- Ooh, yes, go on.
- Meow.

Now your turn.
Get the yarn.

Come on now.
[phone rings]

Ooh, grandkids calling.

Hello, pretty kitty.

You trying to blow my cover,
fur face?

Uh, my name isn't Fur Face.
It's King Julien.

But you can call me...
Fur Face works too.

Any sign of Julien?

- Nothing.
- Wait, what's that?

By the bench.

Sky hawk to street dog, mark
spotted in sector kilo oscar.

Roger that.

Who the heck is
Mark, Roger, and Oscar?

- Hmm, and you picked me last.
- Let it go, Private.

Rico, hang a left.
[grunting]

The feet are safe.

No.

Ooh, um...
hey!

- Sad eyes!
- Uh-oh.

Now we're down two lemurs?
This is not forward progress.

Let's not pussyfoot around.

Is there a...
mister cat in your life?

Don't be cute with me.

You and I both know
we are not cats.

So you think I am cute?
I mean, you're not a cat?

No, I'm a ferret.

Ooh, a very pretty ferret.
Wink.

Before this,
I was living on the streets.

I didn't know when my
next meal was coming.

Here, it's clockwork.

Ooh, beautiful and clever.
Wink.

And if the old lady catches on,

then it's back on the streets.
You follow?

I will follow you wherever
you go. Wink!

Wink at me one more time

and i'm gonna make it
so you can't open that eye

for a month, get it?
Wink.

These lips are sealed.

Well, unless,
you know,

you want to maybe
smooch Fur Face or something.

[laughs]

I'm an accomplished actor.
You want cat?

[scoffs]
Mur-row.

See? I'm a cat.
Instantly.

Mm, I like string
and liking my...

[groans]

Target's approaching, Rico.
Time to go fishing.

[grunts]
Whoo-hoo!

[yelps]

[radio static]
Good news, team.

the catch of the day
is sad eyes.

Did you find the feet?

Unfortunately, we're still
a negative on ringtail.

Man, we better find him soon.

King Julien is
out there alone and...

well, let's be real.
Incompetent.

What are you doing?

[dance music playing]

- Hey, do you have any toast?
- Toast? Why?

I need somewhere to put
this jam.

[laughs]
Yeah, shake it!

Ugh!
You're gonna get us busted.

[music stops]

You can stop the music,
but you cannot stop the passion.

[laughs]
What's going on in there?

[gasps]
Gladys.

Are you kitties getting along?

Meow.
[purrs]

[clears throat]

[imitates meowing]

[gasps] That's a strange meow.
Are you feeling all right?

Let's consult dr. Cuddles'
home veterinary handbook.

Feet, feet, feet...

Feet, feet,
feet, feet...

Sky hawk, we've got
a situation down here.

- Feet, feet.
- Sad eyes has gone loco.

- Feet, feet.
- Cuckoo.

[sniffing]
Feet.

I smell... feet!

He's on the move.
After him.

[bicycle bell rings]

Hey, look at that. He's got
some kind of sixth sense.

The feet...
they are close.

[laughs]

So long, Fur Face.

Welcome back to Earth, boys.
Dust off those sea legs, Private.

King Julien wouldn't just
leave behind his crown

unless he was in...
serious trouble.

[humming]

Oh, there you are.

Uh... I'd give it a couple
minutes before going in there.

Come over here.
I want to show you something.

Ooh, the charm offensive scores.

[exhales]
That's nice.

All right, we've got to keep
gladys thinking you're a cat.

And cats love scratching
posts so you should use one.

Good, good. And, uh,
what's a scratch-a-post?

- That.
- I see.

And I do what now
with it?

[sighs]
You scratch it.

[laughs]
Cats are easily entertained.

No, you've really got
to get into it.

Oh, okay.
Mm, that's the stuff.

- Come on, come on.
- Oh, yeah!

- How am I doing?
- Harder! Use both hands.

Oh! Look at me be a cat.

No, like this.
Whoa!

Uh, are you sure that's how to
use it? Doesn't seem very safe.

Can you just help me in?

Oh, hey, guys!

- King Julien!
- What are you doing up there?

Oh, I crash here now.

Hang on, I have to save
my girlfriend.

Ugh, I am not your girlfriend.
Someone help me!

- Here, grab this string.
- Ow.

You were supposed to grab it!

Help!

Relax, toots, we've got you.

Ugh.
Whew, I'm good, thanks.

Okay, your co-ed party's
over, Ringtail. Get in.

Um, no.
This is my home now.

I have been domesticated.

Right, mrs. Fur Face?
[choking]

Don't give up your kingdom
for me. Seriously.

I have found it impossible
to discharge my duties as King

as I would wish to do

without the help and support
of the woman I love.

Well, if Julien
won't go back to the ZOO,

then I guess the lemurs
will just need a new King.

Here you go, King Mort.

Why is the Private overacting?

All hail King Mort!

[smooching sound] Uh, what now?
King...Mort?

[gagging]
Oh, the thought makes me...

- Oh... I can't...
- Can't what?

Though it will destroy our love, I
cannot allow Mort to rule my kingdom.

He is just too...
stupid-y.

[giggling]
Aah!

Really? Go.
I want you gone.

Shh. No words. This is
difficult for me too.

[teary]
I guess this is... goodbye.

Goodbye, my love!

- Ugh, my life.
- Hmm.

Couldn't find anything
about abnormal meowing.

Maybe you're just hungry.

Here you go, kitties.
[laughs] Drink up.

All right, more for me.

King Mort.

- Great play, Private.
- Thanks.

- And I was picked last...
- Ooh, burn, Kowalski.

Wait, me?
You overlooked him too.

I was saving the best for last.
Up high, boys.

King Mort.
Ha, that just sounds ridiculous.

- Aah!
- Maurice, when we get home,

let's have another
spontaneous bouncing contest.

Oh, that was fun!
[laughs]

Hey, guys, there's a carnival in town.