The Penguins of Madagascar: Happy King Julien Day!

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Hit it!

Come on, yeah, dance

Cute and cuddly, boys.

All right. So why are we here?

The question that has vexed

common man and philosopher alike.

That's not what you're going for, is it?

Maurice said he's got

a very important announcement.

All right,

might I have everyone's attention?

Everyone, eyes and ears!

Hello? Is anyone listening?

Quiet!

Thank you.

It is my honor

to introduce King Julien,

leader of lemurs,

lord of the ringtails,

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera!

Thank you, Maurice,

for your hearty "et ceteras. "

I will cut to the chases.

In a few hours, we celebrate

the biggest holiday of the year.

Christmas in July!

Except not Christmas,

and it's not July.

Look how playfully

they tease me, Maurice.

You know I am speaking

of King Julien Day.

How could you not?

It's on every calendar.

What about this one?

Maurice?

There it is. See?

So shut up and start shopping.

So, what is King Julien Day?

On King Julien Day,

everybody loads up the gifts on the king

and pretty much does whatever he says.

It's eight kinds of fun.

- No lie.

- I see.

Well, in that case, pass.

Listen to me. You don't

understand this here situation.

You want King Julien

to be happy on his holiday.

One time, everyone forgot

about King Julien Day, I tell you.

Which forgetter is next

for their whooping?

Come on! I want you to hurt like I do!

I couldn't sit right for a week.

Trust me, you do not

want him to freak on you.

We'll take our chances.

Please! King Julien Day

is my favorite holiday

in the whole wide world!

I love it this much!

That's a whole lot of love

relative to body mass.

Does anyone remember

that kid's birthday party last week?

Yes. Poor little chap's party

got rained out.

Well, when the humans ran for cover,

Mort and I snatched this.

Do you know what the people

put in these things?

Candy! Lots of it!

The forbidden fruit-flavored food?

I crack it open on my belly

and dig out the creamy center.

That's right. This pinata

is full of sweet deliciousness.

What have we here?

Lots more where this came from.

It'll all be yours

if you all just celebrate

King Julien Day like you mean it.

Happy Me Day!

Maurice thinks he can bribe us

with his pinata promises.

Sadly for him,

penguins are not for sale. Right, men?

What all do you think is in there?

I think there are

butterscotch lollies and sourballs.

I'd say we're looking at a 50/50 mixture

of gummy fish and candy buttons.

- Buttons!

- We may never know,

'cause today we're performing

scheduled maintenance on the HQ.

- Perhaps we could postpone?

- Negative.

You can't just reschedule

scheduled maintenance

that's been scheduled,

right on the schedule!

The Skipper's right. Candy is candy.

I mean, duty is duty.

Buttons.

Shore leave granted for today, men.

Now, get out of here.

Bunch of knuckleheads.

Where are my guests?

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

It is time to celebrate me

and the many moods of me.

Today, festive me.

King Julien Day! King Julien Day!

Hello. We are here for the candy...

...party.

Yes, welcome, my loyal royal subjects.

Happy King Julien Day!

See, the otter is in the holiday spirit.

- Maurice?

- Everyone now bask in the glory

- that is King Julien.

- Go ahead. Bask.

Bask harder!

Now, just the fellows.

Ladies!

The ladies sound a little weak.

You know how that makes me, Maurice.

Hey, now.

Let's get this party started!

Everybody, let's limbo!

Yes! Limbo contest!

Must have candy.

Now, I will make you all feel inferior,

which is proper.

Yes! Did you see?

I am not only the king,

but I am the limbo king, too.

King Julien wins the limbo contest.

Thank you. Thank you for your

boisterous and loving cheers.

Hello, New York!

Put your hands

or other appendages together now.

Next, the traditional King Julien Day

tossing of the fruit.

Yeah!

Tossing of the fruit?

Tossing it where exactly?

- At you exactly.

- At us? No.

- Did I hear someone say no?

- He didn't say no.

Chewy center.

I said "yo. "

As in, "Yo, I am down with that. "

I'll buy that.

Then let the fruit fight begin.

Yes! You love getting hit

with my unripe fruit!

I can tell from your screams!

Nothing more satisfying

than a job well done.

I just cleaned that!

What the...?

Now, where was I? Oh, yeah.

It's time for the bake-off.

You have one hour to bake the king

the best King Julien Day cake ever.

Because what is a party without a cake?

Well, it's still a party, I suppose,

but it feels like something is missing.

Something cakey.

Anyone here know how to bake?

Why are they shaking when they

are supposed to be baking, Maurice?

Well, that's not what they're saying.

I think they are,

and I am about to freak on them.

Here it comes! The freak-out!

I've always wanted to learn baking.

See? No need to freak.

The bake-off starts now.

Time!

Very nice. Do I see bugs in there?

Lemurs love bugs, right?

Yes! Ordinarily.

But I am on a low tick diet.

- But, but, but...

- Pineapple upside-down cake

glazed with brown booger.

My mistake. Brown sugar.

Just in case. Next!

Death by chocolate.

The chocolate part sounds promising.

We didn't actually

have chocolate as such...

- Buttons!

- What did you have?

- Mainly mud.

- Nice presentation.

Bring it so that my belly

may taste its yumminess!

I'll bring it.

There. Good as new.

I was so looking forward

to eating my delicious cake.

How can I look forward

to eating nothing? Answer me, Maurice!

They'll make new cakes.

- New bake-off on the double!

- Hold it, party boy.

One quiet day

of scheduled maintenance.

Is that too much to ask? Is it?!

You bombard me

with music and fruit and this.

Newsflash, lower mammal. There's

no such thing as King Julien Day!

Oh, boy.

My cake is back!

It's my cake, everybody!

It came back!

Silly penguin.

Have some in your head, not on it.

Hey! I am thinking

that this was

the best King Julien Day ever.

I think so, too.

- What a sicko.

- Tell me about it.

You saved my big old behind, Skipper.

You earned this crew

one big old pinata.

- Yay!

- Yes!

Yes! Candy! Candy!

- Right.

- Bang up job, Skipper.

I can almost taste

that butterscotch lolly.

What do we have here?

A big paper horse?

How did you know that this

is the present I have always wanted?

I will name him... Bob.

Your Majesty, that's actually a pinata.

A pin-what-a?

Why are you making up words, Maurice?

Come, Bob. Let me show you around.

But our... our candy.

Silly King Me.

I almost forgot the traditional

sharing of the sweets.

And wouldn't you know,

Bob has candy guts!

Dig in!

Enjoy Bob's guts candy.

Hit it!

Come on, yeah, dance

Cute and cuddly, boys.

Ready, Maurice?

Wait for it. Almost there.

Now!

Yes! Now, begins the greatest

boogie-oogie-oogie sound ever.

Dance, my lemurs, dance!

I like dancing.

I don't like dancing.

My feet are killing me.

Not as much as I will

if you stop dancing.

But, Your Majesty, we just can't

boogie-oogie-oogie like you.

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