The Penguins of Madagascar: Happy King Julien Day! Page #2

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I want to go to bed.

No. Last week, the baboons

shook their shiny red bottoms

eighteen hours straight.

I will not be out-partied.

Roll out, team.

It's time to terminate that tune.

Team?

On your feet, Private.

If that isn't the cutest thing.

Looks like I'm flying solo.

You call that a booty shake?

You must take the music inside of you,

swish it around

and spit it out through your tail.

Try it with me.

Take in the music...

- Hey, not all the music, you greedies!

- It wasn't us.

But what else could make

a boomy box stop booming?

A thief!

- Keep dancing.

- But there's no music!

I'll pretend I did not hear that.

Hey! Come back here, you music hater!

I don't hate music. I hate noise.

Excuse me.

Lost him.

Mort, what are you doing?

I'm dancing.

Give it a rest. Julien has no way

of knowing if we're dancing or not.

Oh, you're right.

- He knows! He knows!

- I like dancing to exhaustion!

Be giving it up, flightless bird!

I already have three batteries.

But your noise maker needs all four.

The only way you're getting this one

is if you pry it

from my cold, dead flippers.

Sounds gross, but doable!

Oh, no.

I win! Into your face, penguin!

Don't make a sound.

- We're in Joey's pen.

- Who's Joey?

That's Joey.

A kangaroo?

How cute.

For a moment there,

I thought it would be something dan...

Now look, marsupial,

we don't want any trouble.

We just came to get...

Joey don't rightly

appreciate trespassers, mates.

Makes me mad.

Come down, you bludgers,

before I chuck a wobbly.

Have you never heard

such a mangling of the language

which we are speaking?

Anyhoo, fear not.

I have loyal subjects who live

to sacrifice their skins for me.

Mort! Maurice!

I'm dancing! I'm still dancing!

They are not running

when I am bellowing.

I shall punish them harshly.

OK, crazy-ish idea.

You help me get out of this place.

Team up... with you?

I was thinking more like

you do all of the work,

and I will watch with anticipation.

Well, then forget it, compadre.

It's every animal for himself.

OK, you win.

Go team. First we'll need a plan.

Here goes nothing.

Hey! What do you know? It actually...

Not in the face.

Please spare my moneymaker.

All systems go.

Where do you two dingoes

think you're going?

Kangaroo!

You cannot be bouncing this high

while I can.

Easy, Ringtail.

Yes, I can do all

the bouncing I choose up here.

- Ringtail!

- Are you not seething with jealousy

as I bounce and bounce

and bounce some more?

Look at my bouncing magnificence!

Hello. Did anyone ever tell you

you have beautiful eyes?

- Please, not to be hitting me.

- No worries, mate.

Skipper, if only one of us

can make it out of here,

let it be... Joey.

- Wait, Joey?

- Oh, yeah.

Without the beatings,

this place wouldn't be half bad.

We're getting out of here, Ringtail,

thanks to this handsome fella

and his little dummy friend.

You have failed

to capture my regal profile.

Joey only needs to buy it

for a few precious moments.

You see, every morning,

that gate automatically

opens for breakfast.

At precisely 0600 hours,

we use our decoys and we break.

Fast. Get my drift?

No, this is too long.

I cannot wait 600 hours.

0600 means 6am.

- When is that?

- From reading the sun correctly,

I'd say...

...now!

- Now?

Now! Now! Now!

Nobody pushes a king out of a tree.

Give you two a proper harrying, I will.

Hey, look what I...

I've been had.

Everyone who is

important to me made it.

Happy ending.

But what is this feeling I am feeling?

It is not a happiness.

Was that the best you...?

It is a feeling that I have not done

all I should have done.

I do not like it.

How do I make it go away?

Please do hurry, penguin.

I am not used to the physical labor.

- Trying!

- I cannot hold it much longer.

What more can I,

a devilishly handsome lemur king, do?

Hurry! Hurry!

What's the matter, wallaby?

Can't kick a moving target?

Wallaby? I'm a kangaroo, mate!

I've been had again.

We did it! Up high.

Yes, it is.

Down low.

Too slow?

You... You are too slow.

Never mind.

And so,

I bravely saved the annoying penguin.

But at what cost?

Without my battery,

our booties are sad and still.

That's a crying shame, Your Majesty.

Oh, yeah! Shame.

Look alive, lemurs.

- This is no way to party down.

- True that.

Your wisdom exceeds your years,

my flippered friend.

What is a party without mad beats

to rock the streets?

That's why you need this.

For me?

I'm not gonna cry.

I'm not gonna cry.

Consider it a tip of the beak

for saving my tail.

Now, squeeze in there

with your friends.

The monster beats rage on!

Boogie, my subjects! Yes!

Boogie!

How can you boys still be sleeping?

On your feet, team.

- What's that, Skipper?

- Earmuffs? Well, I'll be.

Only way to catch

quality sack time around here.

Rico, did you forget

to give Skipper his?

Thanks, boys.

Bliss.

Hit it!

Come on, yeah, dance

Cute and cuddly, boys.

Well, I'm gonna see your salmon

and raise you two cod.

What's this game called again, Skipper?

Stomp the Wombat.

Are you in or out, Kowalski?

You know, in Tasmania,

cheating at Stomp the Wombat

is a capital crime.

That's funny. I didn't know we

had a hyena exhibit at this zoo.

We don't.

Bogey, twelve o'clock.

Blend, boys, blend.

All right,

I better get you off to the hospital.

- Hello, Maurice.

- Maurice, fill me in.

- Three words or less.

- Well, I...

- No capiche, Try four words.

- I don't think that...

- Make it five.

- If you would listen...

OK, I'm gonna give you six words,

but you're wasting valuable time here.

It's King Julien! They just

crated him off to the zoo hospital.

I need hug!

He was just sitting on his throne,

eating his favorite red lychee nuts,

and then...

He went full-speed /oco,

All slobbery mouth

and crazy red eyes.

So? Sounds like business as usual.

Oh, no. This was worse.

And he had this horrible laugh.

I'll never forget it.

Understand what I'm saying?

So how long until

the royal pain recovers?

I don't know. I'm just an advisor.

There has to be someone

for me to advise.

There has to be a king!

- Ring-a-ding-ding, you're a king.

- Me?

I'm just the king's right-hand man.

And you know if the king's

right-hand man becomes the man,

- then the king's left with no right...

- Listen up, soldier.

Until Ringtail returns, someone's gotta

step up, take charge around here.

- But I...

- It's either you or Sad Eyes.

I guess it's on me

to look after things.

But Julien will always be

our one and only king.

There.

We are looking dandy fine here, boy.

When King Julien comes home,

this place will be sparkly fresh.

He will be so happy.

Yeah, say it.

And we will be so tired.

Oh, no!

Can't just be sitting myself

on the royal throne.

That would just be plain wrong.

Then again, what's the harm?

Mort, be a buddy and blow

some more air into our bounce house.

- If it's no bother, of course.

- OK!

You could see

the whole zoo from up here.

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