01x13 - Kingdom Come

[bunniefuu]

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NARRATOR: And now DreamWorks'
"The Penguins of Madagascar."

[BELL TOLLING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Hit it.

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]

[CAMERA SHUTTER]

-Cute and cuddly, boys.

-Steady, men, steady.

On my mark, go!

-[GIGGLE]

Yeah!

[VACUUM NOISE]

-And time.

-[COUGH]

-Well done, boys.

A new record, which means--

-Say it.

Say it.

Say it.

-Snow cones!

-Oh, yeah!

-Hey guys, what' doing?

-We're going for
yummy snow cones.

Want to come?

-Oh, yes.

Snow cones!

Snow cones are the best.

And real quick, a snow cone is--

-70.2% shaved ice, 15.6%
percent flavoured syrup,




-Um, OK.

Sounds good!

Let's go!

-Excellante.

Our intel as pinpointed a
stand just west of the museum.

-Museum?

Since when is there
a museum in the zoo?

-Since-- and this
is only an estimate,

of course-- uh, never.

-The snow cone stand's
in a park, Molly.

-The park?

I mean it's-- you mean--
you mean the park, park?

Outside the zoo walls?

-That's the one.

Can't miss it.

--[STUTTER] I just remembered
I got to clean my habitat,

and, um, you know, a
whole lot of other stuff.

Tonne of stuff.

So I am way too busy to go
over the wall for snow cones.

-Kowalski.

Baloney detector reading?

-[COUGH]

[BUZZING]

Skipper, I'm detecting
dangerous levels of baloney.

-Marlene, do I need to
tell you a phony baloney.

-[LAUGHS] OK, you guys are cute.

Listen, the truth is I'm-- I'm
just, well, a little scared.

-[SNORT] Of snow cones?

-No, the outside.

I was born in captivity.

There, I said it, OK?

I've never, ever
set foot outside.

-Marlene, there's no reason
to fear the outside world.

-Other than random street crime.

-And natural disasters.

-Industrial accidents.

-Badger attacks.

-Are you two finished?

-Falling space debris.

Uh, all finished.

-Point is, Marlene,
we are city savvy.

And we'll be with
you the whole time.

What could go wrong?

-OK, you win.

I'm in.

-Ha ha!

I recommend the rainbow cone.

You get to try every
flavour, and it

looks like a clown's head.

-Fabulous!

Ha ha!

Well, what are we waiting for?

Let's go!

-Where did he--

-Get the [INAUDIBLE] penguins.

The snowy cones might melt.

JULIEN: Ugh!

[GRUNT]

-Whoa.

Wow.

It's just so big and
free and-- and outside!

-Outside, outside, outside.

Who care?

Where are the--

[THUNK]

Hey, where is the outside?

Hello?

-We could leave him.

-Tempting, but it
violates the penguin code.

-Oh, yeah.

-No walls.

[GURGLE] No fences.

JULIEN: [LAUGHING] That tickles!

-[GIGGLE] [SNORT]

-Put you back into, men.

[GROANING]

--[GIGGLE] Nothing
to hold me back.

I can-- I can go wild!

JULIEN: [LAUGHING]

[POP]

Oh, hello.

Did you miss me?

-Not as much as you might think.

-Um, Skipper?

Where's Marlene?

-Anything?

-Negative.

-Nothing.

-Nada.

-Blast.

She's gone without a trace.

-Psst.

-Oh.

-[ROAR]

-Is that Marlene?

-She doesn't look quite right.

-It is Marlene!

-[GROWL]

-She's just a little cranky.

Whoa!

-Hey.

[GRUNTING]

-You've got this
new vibe going on.

I like it.

It's-- ah!

Help, I am being kidnapped!

Ah!

-Somebody want to tell
me what just happened?

-The answer is obvious.

Marlene has fallen victim to
the mind-control satellites

that circle our Earth.

Protective head gear, everyone!

-Gee, I think she's
just gone wild.

-Right.

I'm declaring Level
Red emergency.

Search and rescue, men.

-Um, Skipper?

Does this mean we're
not getting snow cones?

-Private, could you even ask
that at a time like this?

So we start here, sweep
this way, and circle around.

Any questions?

-OK, Marlene.

I suppose you'll be
demanding some ransom.

Now, I'm worth very much,
so you must ask for top--

-[SNIFFS] [GRUNT]

-Why are you eyeing my delicious
flanks and my robust rump?

Wait, you are not
going to ransom me,

you are going to eat me!

Ah!

Eat me if you must.

But I will give you
terrible indigestion, a gas

unlike any ever!

-Mm.

-Marlene.

-[PURR]

-Uh, that is not eating.

Oh, my.

No, please.

You must stop.

I am royal!

It isn't right for a commoner
such as yourself to-- ooh.

Well, maybe just a minute more.

No!

Marlene!

How will I be explaining
this to my mother?

Eep.

You're right.

Her problem, not ours.

Just maybe not so tight.

-You there, have you see
this lemur and otter?

-Which one of them is the otter?

-This one, obviously.

Note the whiskers.

-No, I-- I thought
that was a cat.

-Did I say have you
seen this lemur and cat?

-No, that's why I thought it
was strange that you drew a cat.

-It's not a cat.

-Then why does it have whiskers?

-You know what?

Never mind the otter.

-Cat.

-Whatever!

Have you seen the lemur?

-What's a lemur?

-I think we're done here.

-Any luck?

-No.

-Negatory.

-This is getting
us nowhere fast.

We need a new tack.

JULIEN: Ah!

-Ringtail!

JULIEN: Ah!

SKIPPER: Ringtail, Marlene!

What are you doing?

-Skipper, I'm not
comfortable watching this.

-Marlene is in love with me!

Which makes perfect
sense, really.

I am a catch.

But why does this have to happen
when she is snarly and gross.

-[GROWL]

JULIEN: [GRUNTING]
Where are you taking me?

[PANTING IN FEAR]

-[HOWL]

-Help me, before I am
squeezed and hugged

and tootle-tooed into pulpiness!

SKIPPER: Kowalski, tell me
you packed the climbing gear.

-Sorry, Skipper.

No room with all the trail mix.

[RIPPING]

-[CHEWING]

-How are we gonna
get up that tower?

-Skipper, what about those?

[BUZZING]

-Good headwind today, huh?

[SMACK]

JULIEN: Ah!

Ah!

Ah, hey, look.

I can see my throne. [YELLING]

Ah, please, no pushing.

-Uh-oh.

-Two of my top four pilots.

-[GRUNT]

MARLENE: [HOWLING]

-Help!

-It all comes down
to me-- again.

-Ah!

-Bottoms up!

-[SNARLING]

-Uh, where did that
cage come from?

-Sorry, that's
classified information.

-Top marks, boys.

-Does this mean--

-You know it does.

-[SNARLING]

-Will she ever be the same?

-Possibly.

But it may take
months, perhaps years

to restore her back
to her normal self.

MARLENE: Um, guys?

Why am I in a cage?

-Or maybe we just need
to bring her home.

-Marlene?

-Are you OK?

-Yeah, I'm in a
cage, so, mm, not OK.

-You don't remember anything
that happened outside the zoo?

-No.

-Skipper, there's a scientific
term for this-- weird.

MARLENE: [SNARL] What's up?

[SNARL] Hey, hey!

-Oh, knock it off,
you knuckleheads.

[GIGGLING]

-Uh, now that you
are much less growly,

I accept your
invitation of courtship.

-Wait.

What?

-You don't remember being
hopelessly in love with me?

-Ew, ew.

-You know what I say?

I say you do remember, and you
are just trying to play it off.

That's what you are doing.

You're trying to play it off
and to lift yourself higher.

But it's not working.

Look, everybody's
looking at you.

The female of the
species, any species,

who is understanding them?

Excuse me.

[CRYING]

-I hear ya, brother.

-Um, guys, hello?

I thought we were
getting snow cones.

Guys!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Eyes on the prize, Kowalski.

-Crack this new
habitat control system,

and we'll be swimming in
all the fish we can stomach.

-Fish!

[LAUGHS] [SLURPING]

-I am trying, but
this is the most

advanced encryption
I've ever seen.

It's got Sudoku with fractions.

-Did you try the master code?

-One, two, three, four, five.

[BEEP]

Nothing.

Hm.

-Run it backwards.

-Five, four, three,
two, one. [BEEP]

-[YELL]

-OK, now try starting
at three, and--

-Fish!

[DING]

-Wow.

We're in.

-Way to hack that
mainframe, Rico.

-Skipper, look.

There's a scary man.

-Well, boys, looks like they
finally tracked me down.

Those Danes really know
how to hold a grudge.

[BANGING]

-[WHIMPER]

[GRUNTING]

-Penguins!

-Moon cat!

-It's, uh, Max.

And you know, I'm not
really from the moon.

-Yes, but the name just works.

-Yeah, that' great.

Now help me!

Hide me.

Save me!

-We are in your debt from
the exceptional hospitality

you showed us on
our lunar mission.

-Are the Danes after you, too?

-Huh?

No.

It's animals control.

They're onto me.

Do you know what those
maniacs do to stray cats?

Do you?

-Uh-uh.

-Me neither.

-Well, you're not
gonna find out tonight.

Let's roll, boys.

Well, how many enemy agents
are we talking about?

Because if it's more
than a baker's dozen,

we may need the jumbo brass
knuckles, and knuckles.

[expl*si*n]

-Ah!

We're doomed.

We're doomed.

We're doomed.

We're doomed.

-Steady.

-So doomed.

[expl*si*n]

-Time to put out the cat.

-[WHEEZING] Aw, jeez.

I hairballed myself.

-Just one human?

That's not combat.

That's a play date.

-Rico.

-Hi-yah!

[ZAP]

[MUTTERING]

-Penguins, nature's
rule breakers.

Birds are supposed to fly.

But no, you got to swim instead.

You think you're above
the laws of nature, punks.

Huh?

Do you?

-Rancho Cucamonga.

-[INAUDIBLE], Kowalski, on me.

Hi-yah!

[ZAP]

Mama bake a buttered biscuit,
Gravy, gravy, bongos!

-You're pound cake, kitty.

-[WHIMPER]

-Kowalski, options.

-Strategic retreat, Skipper?

-Explain.

-It's like running
away, but manlier.

-Execute.

-Interfering with animal control
business, just like a penguin.

-Once you hit the sewers,
find an alligator named Roger

and give him this
secret code phrase.

Help me.

Oh, please, please help me.

For the sweet love
of Mother Mercy,

please help me escape
the animal control

officer who's chasing me.

He'll know what it means.

-You birds are the best.

-Stay solid, compadre.

Well done, men.

Mission accomp--

MAX: Ah!

[GRUNTING]

-What in the name of candy jam?

-Booby traps, everywhere!

-Sweet science of boxing.

He sealed off the
entire perimeter.

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 Johnny Law
cools his heels.

-Anything you say.

My nine lives are in your hands.

Oh boy.

There's not much, uh, fresh
hair in here, huh? [WHEEZE]

-Try to conserve
oxygen by shutting down

any unnecessary brain functions.

-Rico, show him how it's done.

Just keep it down, and
everything will be OK.

JULIEN: Ha ha!

Midnight bounce party!

Oh!

Ain't no party like
a midnight bouncy,

but the midnight
bouncy don't stop.

-[SQUEAK]

Uh, that royal bouncy is
very screaming tonight.

I must bounce with
extra violence

to release its trapped spirit.

Maurice, bring the
spirit plunger.

We've got a clogger.

-Why are we doing this again?

We're leaving your scent
in this habitat as bait.

Mr. Animal Control
comes in, Joey,

the foul-tempered
kangaroo, takes him out.

-OK.

-[SNIFFING] Pure kitty.

No buts about it.

Mm, I fell too far behind.

They must have shaken my
tail, taken the rear exit,

cut around the back side.

-[SNICKERING]

-This ends here.

-[MUFFLED LAUGHING]

-What's wrong with Private?

I haven't seen him like
this since our mission

to Buttstown, PA.

-[LAUGHING]

-Oy!

You rat bag.

Joey don't like trespassers
in his bizzo, mate.

You're not hearing me?

Joey's gonna have to
teach you to listen, eh?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[GRUNT]

-You think he'd
teach me that move?

-[SNIFFS]

-Update me, Chimp.

-Oh, he simply isn't human.

No man can take that much
poo without dropping.

-What are we gonna do?

I ain't never been
to the pound before.

-Maybe it's not so bad.

You never know till you visit.

-I'm out of ideas, Skipper.

He's tracked us through every
hiding place in the zoo.

-Ah, Phil asks if
you've tried the Red

Rhodesian Slasher exhibit.

-There's no Red Rhodesian
Slasher on the charts.

-Felinus infernus-- an
ultra-rare, incredibly vicious

wildcat.

The habitat is ready, but the
beast itself has yet to arrive.

It could be an
ideal hiding spot.

-Red wildcat, eh?

Maybe more right than
you know, primates.

-Skipper?

-Sometimes the best place
to hide is in plain sight.

All right, moon cat.

Now let's see how
good your vicious is.

-[WEAK SNARLING]

ALL: Uh.

-[SNIFFING]

-Growl.

Snarl.

I'm hissing here.

-Trail's gone cold.

-Yes!

[SINGING] Hey pokey, you chokey.

You really found your duty.

You're never gonna touch
my little kitty kabooty.

Uh-oh.

-He's blown his own cover.

-Hello, kitty.

-Why didn't anybody
tell you'd arrived?

-Step back, ma'am.

Officer X, animal control.

-Let's see how this plays out.

-X?

Hm.

Is that the your mommy gave you?

-Uh, Mother never
told me my real name.

Said it was classified.

Now turn over the stray cat.

Or face the full powers of
the Metropolitan Sub-Bureau

of Animal Control and
Pretzel Cart Regulation.

-Stray cat?

Ha!

This is the male
Rhodesian Slasher

we've been waiting weeks for.

-What?

-Oh, my.

That female Slasher's going
to be happy to see you.

They get so cranky
when there's lonely.

-I'm gonna-- what?

-Female?

Cranky?

-Still playing out.

-That feline is a known
fugitive and a menace.

-In you go to the
kitty love nest.

[HISSING]

-Oh, boy.

[GRUNTING]

-Oh, isn't nature magical?

-You know what, ma'am?

It is.

I think I'll just
sit here and wait

in case nature decides
to make a break for it.

-Whatever floats
your boat, weirdo.

-OK.

Well, this may have played
out a little too much.

-Ah!

You've gotta get me out of here.

This kitten's nuts.

-Apparently, the
Rhodesian Slasher

has a painfully intense, 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 go?

-Time for a kitty gaolbreak.

Private?

Execute a foamy-lips
subterfuge, mark seven.

-Huh?

-Arf arf!

I am the rabies.

Ha ha!

-Oh, rabid chiuaua--
the greatest animal

control threat known to man.

-Ah!

Arf, arf.

Mm.

I like diseases.

-What the--

-And here we go.

This is for all
the marbles, boys.

-[GRUNT] Gotcha!

ZOOKEEPER: Ah!

My felinus infernus!

They've escaped!

-They?

MAX: Ahem.

Take good care of my lady.

K, big guy?

Goodbye, now.

-Paint?

Oh, poo.

-Nice stripe work, Rico.

You got the brush stroke
of a Renaissance master.

-[GIGGLE]

-I can't thank you birds enough.

-Consider it a debt
repaid, old friend.

Enjoy your freedom.

-Sure thing.

[STUTTER] But, uh, isn't the
whole outside wall still wired

with Sergeant
Psycho's booby traps?

-We've got a man on it.

[expl*si*n]

-I'm expendable!

Yay!

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