Madagascar Page #3
You know what? Everything's cool.
We just had a little situation here.
Little internal situation.
My friend went a little crazy.
Happens to everybody.
The city gets to us all.
Went a little cuckoo in the head.
Don't be calling me
cuckoo in the head.
Just shush! I will handle this.
Oh! I got him!
Go, go, go! Right here, please.
Would you give a guy a break?
We'll take my little friend home and
forget this ever happened. All right?
No harm, no foul, right?
Hey, it's cool. It's me,
Alex the lion. From the zoo.
What's the matter with them?
I feel really, really weird.
I love you guys.
I love you so much.
Last night's dramatic incident
in Grand Central
is an example of what animal rights
wackos have been shouting for years:
Animals clearly
don't belong in captivity.
They are to be sent back
where they will live their lives
in the freedom they desire.
- Hey. Little help?
- He's awake! He's awake!
Do something!
Oh, man.
Oh, my head.
What the?
Wait. Where? What?
I'm in a box! Oh, no.
No, no! Not the box.
Oh, no, they can't
transfer me. Not me!
Oh, I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
Darkness creeping in.
I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
So alone. So alone.
- Alex! Alex, are you there?
- Marty?
- Yeah! Talk to me, buddy.
- Oh, Marty! You're here!
- What's going on? You OK?
- This doesn't look good.
- Alex, Marty, is that you?
- Gloria!
- You're here too!
- I am loving the sound of your voice.
- What is going on?
- We're all in crates.
Oh, no!
- Sleeping just knocks me out.
- Melman!
Is that Melman?
- Are you OK?
- Yeah. No, I'm fine.
I often doze off
while I'm getting an MRI.
- You're not getting an MRI.
- CAT scan?
No CAT scan. It's a transfer.
It's a zoo transfer.
Zoo transfer?! Oh, no.
No, no, I can't be transferred.
I have an appointment
with Dr. Goldberg at 5.00.
There are prescriptions
that have to be filled.
No other zoo could
afford my medical care.
And I am not going HMO.
Take it easy, Melman.
It's going to be OK.
- We are going to be okizay.
- No, we're not going to be okizay.
Now, because of you, we're ruined!
Because of me?
I fail to see how this is my fault.
- You're kidding, right, Marty?
- You. You ticked off the people.
You bit the hand, Marty.
You bit the hand.
"I don't know who I am. I got to go
find myself in the wild." Oh, please.
I did not ask you
to come after me, did I?
He does have a point.
I did say we should stay at the zoo,
but you guys...
Melman, just shut it.
You suggested this idea
to him in the first place.
- Thank you.
Besides, it's not my fault
we were transferred.
Melman, shut it.
Does anybody feel nauseous?
- I feel nauseous.
- Melman, you always feel nauseous.
Progress report.
It's an older code, skipper.
I can't make it out.
You, higher mammal.
Can you read?
No. Phil can read, though. Phil.
Ship to Kenya.
Wildlife preserve.
Africa!
Africa? That ain't going to fly. Rico.
I was the star
in the greatest city on Earth.
- Guys, listen.
- A king. Loved by my people.
- Let's be civil.
- And you've ruined everything!
"Loved"?
If the people loved you, it's only
because they didn't know the real you!
Don't make me come up there.
I'll whoop both of y'all.
I thought I knew the real you!
Your black-and-white stripes, they
cancel each other out. You're nothing!
Stop it, stop it, stop it!
You're not helping the situation.
Status.
It's no good.
I don't know the codes.
Don't give me excuses.
Give me results! Navigation.
All right. Let me think.
And shut him up!
- I did it!
- Let's get this tin can turned around.
Guys?
Oh, no.
Gloria!
Melman!
Marty!
Alex!
Marty?!
Alex!
Marty!
No, wait. Come back, Marty!
Don't go.
Marty?
Melman?
Gloria?
Marty?!
Melman?!
Gloria?!
Marty!
Melman! Gloria!
Hey, anyone! Hello!
Marty, Melman, Gloria.
Gloria, Melman, Marty.
Marty, Gelman, Gloria. Marty, Melman.
Morty, Morty, Gelman. Regis. Kelly.
Matt, Katie, Al.
Get me out of this thing.
Somebody. Hello?
Get me out of this thing right now!
Hello? Somebody?
Melman!
Alex? Is that you?
Melman, I got you. Hang on!
Hang on. I got you.
Melman! I got you, buddy.
Wait a sec, Melman.
Wait right there.
- What are you doing?
- I'm getting you out of the box.
- Relax.
- Alex?
Giraffe, corner pocket!
Here goes nothing!
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Hold still!
- Wait, Alex.
- Hold still.
- No, come on.
- Here I come!
Look! Look! Look! Look!
It's Gloria. It's Gloria!
Oh, hey, it is Gloria.
Oh, my...
Gloria!
Gloria!
Alrighty, boys, fun's over.
Gloria!
Alex!
- Marty?!
- Marty!
Yeah! All right! That's right!
Left! Left! Left. No, no,
your left! Your left! Your left!
Right here's good.
I don't have anything on me.
I'll have to get you later.
To you too.
Marty!
Marty!
Alex!
Marty!
Alex!
Marty!
Al!
Marty!
Alex?
Marty!
Oh, sugar, honey, ice tea.
Martin!
- Hold up!
- I'm going to kill you!
- Come here! Don't run away from me!
- Calm down!
If you keep running,
I'm going to just kill you more!
Oh, look at us.
We're all here together.
Safe and sound.
Yeah, here we are.
Where exactly is "here"?
San Diego.
San Diego?
White sandy beaches,
cleverly simulated natural
environment, wide-open enclosures.
I'm telling you,
this could be the San Diego Zoo.
Complete with fake rocks.
Wow, that looks real.
San Diego? What could
be worse than San Diego?
I don't know.
This place is crackalacking!
Oh, I could hang here.
I could hang here.
- I'll kill you!
- Take it easy!
- Strangle you!
- Calm down.
Then bury you, dig you up,
clone you and kill your clones.
- 20-second timeout.
- I'll never talk to you again.
Now, look. We're just
going to find the people,
get checked in
and have this mess straightened out.
Oh, great.
This is just great. San Diego.
Now I'll have to compete
with Shamu and his smug little grin.
I can't top that. Can't top it.
I'm ruined! I'm done.
I'm out of the business.
It's your fault, Marty!
You've ruined me.
Come on, Alex.
Do you honestly think
I intended all of this to happen?
You want me to say that I'm sorry?
Is that what you want?
OK, I'm...
He just shushed me.
Marty, you've got
to be just a little bit more und...
- Don't you shush me.
- Do you hear that? Don't you hear that?
- I hear it.
- Where there's music, there's people.
- Go to the head honcho.
Yeah, what a dump.
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