Madagascar Page #5

Why'd you tell your wish?

You're not supposed to!

Wait a minute. I didn't want to tell you, remember?

- You guys made me tell you!

- Oh, OK.

Besides, this isn't bad luck!

This is good luck!

Look around! There's no fences,

no schedules.

This place is beautiful!

Baby, we were born...

OK, OK! I've had enough of this!

This is your side of the island,

and this is our side of the island.

That is the bad side,

where you can prance and skip

like a magical pixie horse

and do whatever the heck you want!

This is the good side for those who

love New York and care about going home.

- Come on.

- No, no. Back! Back!

You know what? This isn't good.

OK! You all have your side,

and I'll have mine.

And if you need me,

I'll be over here,

on the fun side of the island,

having a good old time.

This is the fun side,

where we'll have a great time

surviving until we go home.

- A yabbadabbado old time!

- This side's the best.

That side stinks! You're on

the Jersey side of this cesspool!

- Wilma!

- Now what do we do?

Don't worry. I have

a plan to get us rescued.

Can't wait to see the look

on Marty's face when he sees this.

Just look at him.

He's helpless without us.

Shut up, Spalding.

I've been standing

here for hours, man.

How long do I have

to pose like this?

She is finito.

I defy any rescue boat

within a million miles

to miss this baby.

When the moment is right,

we will ignite the beacon of liberty

and be rescued

from this awful nightmare!

What do you think?

Pretty cool, huh?

- How's the liberty fire going, Melman?

- Great. Idiot.

I heard that.

Why can't we just borrow

some of Marty's fire?

That's wild fire. We're not

using wild fire on Lady Liberty.

- Now, rub, Melman.

- I've been doing...

I can't. I can't.

I can't do it. I ju... I can't do it!

Fire.

Fire.

Fire! Fire!

Oh, my...

Fire!

Not yet! No, no! No!

Fire!

Melman, hold still!

Jump! Alex, jump!

Don't worry,

cats always land on their...

Face? Man,

what kind of cat are you?

You maniac!

You burned it up!

Darn you!

Darn you all to heck!

Can we go to the fun side now?

Everybody, calm down.

Come on. Into your chairs.

Everybody, calm down.

Let go of his tail.

Separate those two,

would you, please?

You here, you there. Everyone...

Calm down, people, OK?

Now, presenting your royal highness,

the illustrious blah, blah, blah.

You know, et cetera, et cetera.

Hooray. Let's go.

Now, everybody,

we all have great curiosity

about our guests, the New York giants.

- Yes, Willie?

- I like them.

I like them. I liked them first.

Before I even met them I liked them.

I liked them right away. You hate

them compared to how much I like them.

Oh, shut up. You're so annoying!

Now, for as long

as we can remember,

we have been attacked

and eaten by the dreaded foosa.

The foosa! The foosa are attacking!

It's a cookbook! It's a cookbook!

Please. Maurice.

Quiet!

Come on, y'all. They're not

attacking us this very instant.

So my genius plan is this:

We will make the New York giants

our friends and keep them close.

Then, with Mr. Alex protecting us,

we will be safe

and never have to worry

about the dreaded foosa ever again.

I thought of that.

I thought of that. Yes. Me. I did.

Hold on, everybody. Hold on.

I'm just thinking now.

I mean, does anyone

wonder why the foosa

were so scared of Mr. Alex?

I mean,

maybe we should be scared too.

What if Mr. Alex

is even worse than the foosa?

I tell you, that dude just

gives me the heebiedabajeebies.

Maurice, you did not raise your hand.

Therefore, your heinous comment

will be stricken from the record.

Does anyone else

have the heebie-jeebies?

No? Good. So shut up.

When the New York giants wake up,

we will make sure

that they wake up in paradise.

Now, who would like a cookie?

Yo, Al. Melman and Gloria

are over there having a good time.

There's room

on the fun side for one more.

No, thanks.

Look, I've been thinking.

Maybe if you gave this place a chance,

I don't know, you might

even enjoy yourself.

Marty, I'm tired. I'm hungry.

I just want to go home.

Could you just give it a chance?

Think about it.

It really isn't

the fun side without you.

I know. And then...

- It's him.

- Who is it?

It's the pizza man.

Who the heck do you think it is?

Yes? Can I help you?

Can I come to the fun side?

Beg your pardon?

You know, I've been kind of a jerk.

But I've been thinking

about what you said, and I'm sorry.

Welcome to Casa del Wild.

Take a load off.

Hey, hey, wipe your feet.

- Alex!

- Mi casa is su casa.

Very impressive.

Hey, have a drink. It's on the house.

This is seawater.

You don't swallow it. It's just

temporary till the plumbing's done.

Hey, y'all look hungry.

How would you like

some of nature's goodness?

You have food?

The Fun Side Special, coming up.

Seaweed on a stick.

Seaweed?

On a stick.

Don't love it till you try it.

That's unbelievable.

- So good.

- Well, thanks.

It does kind of hit the spot,

doesn't it?

Well, maybe it could

use a little lemon.

No, it's great. It's really great.

Doesn't get any better than this.

Oh, but it does.

Check this out.

Wow. Would you look at that.

It's like billions

and billions of helicopters.

It's a shooting star.

Make a wish. Quick!

Ooh! How about a thick, juicy steak?

You know what, Alex?

I promise you I'm going to find you

a steak tomorrow if it kills me.

Thanks, Marty.

It is getting late.

I guess I'm going to...

I think I'm going to

hit the sack too.

Sweet dreams, everyone.

Alex.

What are you doing?

Twenty-seven, 28, 29.

Thirty black and only 29 white.

Looks like you're black

with white stripes after all.

Dilemma solved. Good night.

You see, Maurice,

Mr. Alex was grooming his friend.

He is clearly a tender, loving thing.

How can you have the

heebie-jeebies for Mr. Alex?

Look at him.

He's so cute and plushy.

I don't think he was grooming him.

Look more like

he was tasting him to me.

Suit yourself, no matter.

I don't care.

Soon we will put my

excellent plan to action.

All we have to do is wait

until they are deep in their sleep.

How long is this going to take?!

Well, this sucks!

Wake up, Mr. Alex.

Wake up, Mr. Alex.

Rise and shining.

Wakey-waking, Mr. Alex!

Wake up! Alex!

You suck your thumb?

Where are we?

What the heck is going on?

Where's the beach?

Take it easy.

- Who built a forest?

- Don't be alarmed, giant freaks.

While you were asleep,

we simply took you

to our little corner of heaven.

Welcome to Madagascar.

- Mada-who-ah?

- What?

No, not whooha. Ascar.

Marty. It's...

Just like my mural back at the zoo.

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