03x10 - Littlefoot

[bunniefuu]

[dramatic music]

♪♪ ♪♪

- Oh, there's nothing like a good
jog through the park, right, Maurice?

- [gasping] Like, you would know.

Ugh.
- oof!

- Yea!

I winned the race.
[laughs]

- first off, mort,
it wasn't a race.

When we exercise, we all win.

- second off, I am the king,
so...

♪♪ in your face
uh-Uh ♪♪

♪♪ I won the race, uh-uh ♪♪

♪♪ you, sir, are a loser, ha! ♪♪

- Ah.

This health kick is
kicking my Butt.

Can we call it a day?

- what? No pilates?
- No!

And you're walking back to
the zoo on your own two feet.

- But we just got here.

There's so much seeing
to be sighting.

- Kitty cats!

Dirty, lousy Kitty cats!

- Who what?

- Kitty cats, Kitty cats,
I hate Kitty cats!

- That dumb doggy thinks we are
lowly felines.

[crash]

- This may not be the best time
to argue the point.

- oops.
I missed the Kitty cats.

- run!
- Kitty cats!

Gonna get you, Kitty cats.

- He's gaining on us!

Mort, save your king!

- Waa!

[dog barks and whines]

- Poor mort.
How could you?

- Don't worry.
I have a plan to fix this.

Smiles are like daisies.

Plant one and dozens spring up.

- Oh lunacorns, you are so wise
and so right.

- Hello.

We are needing a new cute guy.

And this one will do
in a pinching.

- Ringtail, you lost me
at "Hello."

- That was your big plan?

Look, a big dog in the
park got mort.

Big dog.
Really big!

- Sad eyes in canine danger?

Saddle up, boys.

- Wait, wait, wait!

We don't need any saddling.

I already have a better plan.

"New Cute guy?"
hmmm?

- Private, the first hours in
any search and rescue are vital.

I can't lose another minute to
ringtail's shenanigans.

- You can count on me, Skipper.

- Here's your new cute guy.

- [squealing]

- [growling]
ALL: Ah!

- [laughs]

- What the deuce?

Both: Laugh.

- Sad eyes, you're playing
with this beast?

- Oh, hi, penguins.

This is my new bestest
friend, Elmer.

He plays, and makes lots and
lots of slobber.

- Oh, thanks, li'l squeaky.

You're the bestest friend
I ever had.

Even better than that old sock
with the hole in it

I found that one time.

I thought little squeaky was
a dirty stinking Kitty cat.

But he's not at all.

- He's a...
[thud]

- Squeak!
- Li'l squeaky!

- Okay.
Glad you two are having fun.

But this is a search and rescue.

The search is over, now it's
time for the rescue.

Both: Oh!

- Bye-Bye, Elmer.

- I'm gonna miss you
li'l squeaky.

- This needn't be
goodbye forever.

Both: Really?

- Certainly, you could schedule
what humans call a "playdate."

- Playdate?

- a time when children play
together So their high-Strung

mothers can actually
talk like grown-Ups

for more than two
stinking minutes.

- They're very high-Strung.

- I like playdates.

Playdate tomorrow?

- Okay!
Okay!

Playdate tomorrow, playdate
tomorrow, playdate tomorrow.

Better idea.

Playdate today!

- Wee-He-He-he!

- We got a runner!

All: Whoa!

[Thud]

- Okay, New cute guy,
here's how we are doing things.

Maurice makes the smoothies

while you try to cuddle
the royal feets

and subsequently fail
when I kick you.

- Gosh...Maurice always makes
the smoothies?

- Yep, that's my job.

Every single day.

- Well, the lunacorns say
"You'll enjoy life more

if you share a chore."

I'll make the smoothies.

- Hey, whoa, whoa, Wait, wait.

Then who is trying to cuddle
the royal feets?

Maurice?
He's not even cute.

- He's got a point.
Cute ain't my thing.

- Oh, well, um, you're kinda
cute, king Julien.

- cute?

I'm freakishly adorable.

I mean have you seen this
fluffity tail?

- Right, so maybe you should
cuddle Maurice's feet.

- Okay, I will.

And I should do the best--Wait.
What?

- I like the new guy.

He's a real idea man.

- The readings from the hound
Hunter indicate that--

[sizzle]
there are possible design flaws.

[cat meows]

- It's mine.
I'm not sharing.

Mine, you hear.
Oh, it's you guys.

Hey, what's up?

- Moon cat.

- Again, I'm not really
from the moon.

I wish you would call me Max.

- Moon cat, it's a happy
accident of fate

that we crossed paths.

- it is?

- Indeed.

We need intel on a fellow stray.

A large canine named Elmer.

We'll pay you for your trouble.

- [hochs]

- Well, you guys did save
my life--Thanks god--

And what kind of cat would I be

if I passed up the chance
to stick it

to some mangy flea taxi?

Now, if you want to find a dog,

you gotta think like a dog.

You gotta be a dog.

- Profiling the perp.
Classic!

- Everybody, down on all fours.
- Good golly.

Remind me to swing back here

to look for my lost dignity.

- Somewhere near a fire hydrant,

in an alley,
behind a restaurant,

preferably chinese.

Dogs love sweet and sour pork.

[gasps]

Wong's fragrant garden on 28th.

You'll find your pooch there.

- Top notch work, moon cat.

- [sniffing]
- Down boy!

- [whistling]

[shocked] huh?

[Anguished CRY]

Maurice, you left my favorite
Fanning frond on the ground,

and now it's all broken because
of your stupid head and--

- Whoa, whoa, king Julien.

Like Princess
selfrespectra says,

"Please be alert,
your words can hurt."

- Okay, yes, but this
dummyhead--

- Uh-Uh, using your kind words,
tell me the problem.

- [sighs]

Maurice left my favorite Fanning
frond on the ground.

- and?

- Now it is broken!
- Because?

- I stepped on it!

- So you broke it.

- Um, well, yes.
Er, technically.

- So what to you have to
say to Maurice?

- Eh...I'm sorry?

What just happened?

- Apology accepted.

- There, all better.

- Come on, jump, li'l squeaky!

- [laughs]
I'm tired.

I don't feel like playing the
chewy-Pokey teeth game anymore.

- You wanna meet the sock
with the hole in it?

- There's are target.

We clearly came to
the right cat.

- I have my moments.

- All right, we're going to need


a Sherman tank and
a giant bendy straw.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You're just going to attack
again?

- Yup.
- go with what you know, right?

- No, guys, no.

Brute force will
just make him run.

- You got to lure him away from
your little lemur pal.

All fours!

Think dog.
What would a dog want?

- a bone?
- Too obvious.

- Old beat-up shoes?
- Too nasty.

- [hocks]
- Eh?

- That won't work, either.
Yum.

Though I'll hold onto this.
Purely for research purposes.

[swallows]

now come on, guys.

We're thinking like dogs here.

What makes a mutt lose its mind?

Go so crazy nuts, that it
can't think

of anything else but one thing.

What're you guys looking at?

- Meow!

It's not working.
- sell it, soldier.

- meow!
I'm a cat!

- [growls]
- That's me!

A cream lapping, yarn playing,
mouse hating c-a-T cat!

- Hey, are you a cat?

- [licking sound]

- Kitty cat!

- Argh!

- Kitty, Kitty, Kitty cat!

[Dog barking]

- Come on, sad eyes.

- Bye, socky.
It was very nice meeting you.

Don't be a stranger.

- squeak!

- Li'l squeaky!

[Growls]

- [gasps]

[door crashes]
- [growls]

- Run, Max!
Run!

Don't think about the fish they
gave you.

Don't think about how they saved
your life.

Don't think about how they're
your only friends.

Oh, you had to go
and think that.

- [growls]

[Crunch]
hey!

- Oh, was that your tail?

- [growls]

- [hoarse whine]

- [cat screaming]

- [dog barking]

- That is one brave moon cat.

- It's True what the
lunacorns say.

"Work's like fun when done by
more than one."

- Oh, if that didn't rhyme,
I would dismiss it as idiotic.

- You missed a spot.

- I do not like this new cute
guy and its radical ideas.

I want my mort back!

- King Julien!

- Mort?

- I'm home!

[Dramatic music]

♪♪ ♪♪

- Thanks for taking one for the
Waddle, young private.

- my pleasure, Skipper.

You know what the lunacorns say.

- No, I don't, private.

And I intend to keep it
that way.

- Moon cat, you will not be
forgotten.



- [hocking]

- [growls]

- Oh! the horror.

- guys, are all these
fish from you?

- Wow!
- Max, you're not devoured.

- Nah...
while Elmer was chewing on me,

we got to talking.

- It turns out we got
a lot in common.

We're both strays.

We could both use a friend.

- So Elmer doesn't mind the fact
you're a....

- Lemur.

[laughs]
which I am.

- I thought he was a Kitty cat.
Dumb Elmer, boo.

Max says he's a lemur,
and he should know, right?

Since he's a lemur, he'd be
an expert on lemur...things.

- that's good dog logic, Elmer.

- don't blow this!
[Meows]

- Max is my new bestest friend.

He's from a place called
madagascar.

- that's right, big guy!
Mad-a-gas-Car.

Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- [sniffing]