Merry Madagascar Page #2

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You!

I took you in as my guest,

and now, you've ruined Julianuary!

From this moment forth,

all your presents are my presents!

Lady and gentlemen, we are about

to arrive at our first destination.

Canada is straight ahead.

OK, boys, let's take her down.

Flaps up.

Beaks down. Stay on target.

Stay on target!

What kind of landing was that?

Any landing you can walk away from

is a good landing.

This is stupid, Marty.

Can't we just use the front door?

Come on. How hard can it be?

Melman, you're up!

- But I'm claustrophobic.

- Yeah?

Now, you can be Santa Claustrophobic.

Now, dive, fool, dive, dive, dive!

Easy...

Guys? I'm stuck!

Hang in there, Melman!

I'm coming!

- Melman, I'm right here!

- I'm burning!

- You're not burning!

- Help!

Thank you.

Don't leave me!

Alex, you still have the present!

Dash away, boys. Dash away!

- What? No, wait!

- Hang on!

I got you, Melman!

Way to drop the ball, you hippie freak.

Me? Melman lost it in the chimney.

Calm down. It's a small town,

there's only a couple more houses.

- Let's not freak out.

- Oh, yeah?

Can we freak out now?!

OK, here's the plan.

We head to the nearest post office

and we just dump the gifts.

- That's a plan.

- I need stamps, anyway.

Skipper, get us

to the nearest post office.

In New York.

Well, looks like our coffee break.

Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!

Oh, my gosh! You're Santa's helpers!

This is amazing!

You're hairier than I thought.

But amazing! OK, calm down, Abby.

Breathe.

Namaste. Namaste.

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Oh, my gosh! I almost forgot!

I made you cookies.

This is the best Christmas ever.

Don't tell Santa I was up. Really.

OK, I'm going to bed now.

I can't go to sleep. No way I can go

to sleep. I just met Santa's helpers!

I think I broke my collarbone.

No! It's OK. Going to bed now.

Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!

New plan. We're not

going to the post office anymore.

We're Santa's hairy helpers.

And we don't rest until every one

of these gifts gets delivered.

Skipper, progress report.

Only 152 cities left to go.

Skipper, look!

- New York!

- It's still here!

- It's still beautiful!

- And it's still gonna be here

when we're done!

All right, New York, let's do this!

On the 88th day of Julianuary

My true love sent to me

A great, big present for me

Oh, Amelia. Did you ever feel

like you're just wasting away?

This is the worst Julianuary ever.

- King Julien?

- Hello.

Haven't you heard of knocking?

I could have been naked in here.

I'm sorry if I ruined your Julianuary.

I don't understand.

I have all the presents.

Why do I feel so empty inside?

I don't know. But back there,

when we were all

giving presents to each other,

it was pretty good.

Hey! Why don't you give one

to your girlfriend Amelia over there.

- I bet she'd like it.

- No, she's not my girlfriend.

I don't want to. OK, fine, I'll do it!

Keep your chubby hands off.

Here, Amelia. Merry Julianuary.

Look at the smile on Amelia.

Making her feel good

makes me feel good.

Kind of warm and tingly

on the inside.

Like pinworms! Come, fat man!

We must share with the world

what I have discovered!

We did it.

Every single present delivered

and accounted for.

Goodbye, empty bags.

Hello, new...

No! There's still a few left

in this one!

No. No! No more!

I can't take it.

I'll throw it in the river.

It'll be like we never saw them.

Give me that.

Wait, they're... they're for us.

- What?

- Melman.

- Really?

- Marty.

- Get out of here.

- Alex! And me!

No way! Candied yams from Sylvia's!

And they're still hot!

They're still hot.

An inflatable hippo pool?

And chlorine?!

Oh, yeah. That's the stuff.

Dr. Maneesh's neck massager!

- What'd you get, Alex?

- Snow falling down

on my beautiful city.

How did he know?

That's why Santa's Santa.

The big man's got some talent.

We can't leave him back there dancing

around with that bump on his head.

- We gotta go back and help him.

- The good news is there's enough

sparkly stuff to get us

back to Madagascar.

- Is there bad news?

- Only enough to get to Madagascar.

Put it back!

So it's Madagascar or... home?

There she is, fellas!

Maybe next Christmas, New York.

Skipper, full speed ahead!

This is the life.

It says, "To Mort. Happy Julianuary.

Love, King Julien."

A coconut! Thank you, King Julien!

OK, boys, let's take her down.

We just lost one of our engines!

I thought you said there was enough

sparkly stuff to get us there!

- I did.

- Then what happened?

I was wrong!

Red Night Goblin!

The Red Night Goblin's coming!

Come on, Private. Think happy thoughts.

Happy thoughts.

The Red Night Goblin's attacking again!

Brace for impact!

Oh, no.

He's alive!

Where am I? The children.

The presents!

- He got his memory back.

- Terrible crisis, Santa!

The South Polers stole sleigh

forjoyride!

- Now, Christmas is ruined!

- What?!

That's an outright Christmas lie

with all the trimmings.

Yeah, Christmas isn't ruined.

We delivered everything.

It's the truth. Santa,

the South Polers saved Christmas.

Cupid, stay out of this!

I grow tired of your reindeer games.

We want to be... bipolar.

Son of the gun.

- So you really delivered all the gifts?

- It's the least we could do.

And you even found Liechtenstein?

Liechety-what?

Oh, chestnuts! Those children

will be up any minute now!

- This way, Santa.

- But there's no sparkly stuff left.

I'll use the reserve tank then.

- Oh, reserve tank.

- Hey, Santa, wait!

- My friends and I...

- Thank you all for everything!

- Santa, wait!

- If that sleigh leaves

and you're not with Santa,

you'll regret it.

- Farewell, Private.

- We'll always have Madagascar!

- Santa!

- Wait!

And Julien, you're officially

off the naughty list!

What? You can't take me

off the naughty list.

I am the naughty list!

What's the naughty list?

Merry Christmas!

Well, looks like Santa's

back in business.

And we're back in Madagascar.

And you know what? We're gonna

have the best Christmas ever.

Right here!

This'll get me back on the naughty list.

Coconut ball fight!

All right, let's give

these babies a spin.

I can't stop! I can't stop!

Rockefeller Center

ain't got nothin' on this!

Well, we may not have

gotten home for Christmas,

but we got snow!

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

- It's not snow! It's not snow!

- See, Marty? It's not what you get.

- It's what you give.

- Give it a rest!

I'm so naughty.

Mort, you're next!

Alex, you OK?

Who's Alex?

Merry Christmas and happy Julianuary,

everybody!

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