The Penguins of Madagascar: Happy King Julien Day! Page #3

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Bet I could eat just one.

That's pretty tasty.

Maybe just one more.

Or two.

For the king.

This next game was invented

by double-jointed Hungarian acrobats

from the Munich Circus.

You lemurs aren't big

on knocking, are you?

Silence!

I, Maurice,

supreme king of the lemurs...

That sounds good.

...demand that all animals swear

their eternal loyalty

to me, baby.

Or else!

Very funny, Maurice.

The whole power-mad act is hilarious.

- But we're in the middle of something.

- Help me.

That Maurice. What a joker.

I don't know.

That did not exactly sound like jollity.

Did you see his eyes, Skipper?

"Or else," he says.

Or else what, exactly?

Move it! Obey me, or suffer!

All power lines run directly

under the lemur habitat.

Right next to these water pipes.

- Theoretically...

- Maurice has shut down power

and water to all the habitats.

He can control everything now.

Wow. My theory was just about

jury-rigging a giant makeshift hot tub.

- This is much worse.

- We are going in.

Rico, we don't have time

to do this pretty.

Exce/ente,

Power and water controls at six o'clock.

We go on three.

One, two...

...three.

Well, the hot tub theory

is officially dead.

What's your sick

and twisted game, Maurice?

It's King Maurice,

ruler of all I survey!

Surrender to my supreme

and mighty power!

Well, that's gonna

be a bit of a problem.

You see, I don't know the meaning

of the word "surrender. "

"Surrender" is a verb, Skipper.

It means to give up or yield...

Oh, right.

Here, I'll do it myself.

I will force you to obey me.

You and what army?

- That army.

- Meet Bada and Bing,

personal body guards to the king.

- Bada...

- And Bing...

- Will crush...

- Funny birds.

Rico, tell me you still

have an ace up your sleeve.

- Skipper?

- Wait for it.

They're getting away!

They're getting away!

We got away! Hooray!

Wait, that laugh.

It sounds just like the one we heard

the other night. It's just like...

That deranged ringtail, Julien.

Remember, men, we don't know

what kind of sorry shape he's in.

Prepare yourselves for the worst.

Visitors.

Welcome to my luxury

spa/retreat/getaway palace.

- Where's my candy?

- You!

But you...

You're... You're fine.

But of course. I am eating my

lychee nuts in one moment,

and then, boingo,

I am here in the laps of luxury.

- Life is funny that way.

- Skipper.

It's the nuts. When red lychees go bad,

they release an enzyme

that amplifies aggression in the brain.

The nuts make you nuts.

They gave me this tasty

guava berry milkshake,

and like that,

I was feeling good all over.

The tropical fruit

must counter the nutty enzymes.

Of course.

But if you are cured,

why are you still in the hospital?

Because this vibrating bed is awesome.

Listen up, lemur. Maurice ate those

bad nuts. He went off the deep end.

He's turned the lemur habitat

into an armed fortress.

- He's enslaved the entire zoo.

- I cannot be believing my ears.

Maurice ate my lychee nuts!

Guava berry cure in aerosol form.

One whiff should do the job.

This way. I know a secretest way

into my lemur kingdom.

Well, boys, desperate times

call for desperate measures.

- What are you waiting for, Ringtail?

- Who, me?

I am going to be taking

the royal secret passage.

But if you'd rather the potty,

hey, far be it from me

to keep a penguin from water.

- See you later.

- Wait, we didn't know...

I want those penguins found.

Where are they? Where?!

Right here, your royal nutcase.

Ringtail, now!

The game is now

very much being over, Maurice.

I, King Julien,

the one most true glorious...

- Shut up and just do it!

- What? What?

Am I not entitled to a brief,

heroicish moment in my...?

Hey, you got the funny birds?

Yeah, you got the mouthy squirrel?

- Over here.

- I win!

I'm the ultimate ruler of the...

Smell it, Maurice. Smell it up.

Guava berry.

Who would dare wear

the sacred crown of King Julien?

Wait. It's me!

I have no idea what any of these do.

I am calling your bluff

and raising you two

of the pineapples.

I'm so embarrassed.

Did I really threaten to destroy you?

Oh, yes! On several occasions.

But it wasn't your fault.

It was the nuts.

Just be glad it's all over.

Hit it!

Come on, yeah, dance

Cute and cuddly, boys.

What? Is that...? Are you...?

But how are all these Mort...?

Help!

Maurice, there are Morts

here, there and everywhere.

I must be dreaming,

the most horrible dream inside my head.

Quick, pinch me. Now, bite me.

Now, slap my face

and spank my right buttock.

- Am I awake yet?

- They're the new stuffed Mort dolls

from the zoo gift shop.

The kids just love 'em.

Just look at this silly Mort doll thing.

It is the most ugliest

and stupidest...

That's actually the real Mort.

Hi, it's me.

Very well. On to new business.

Please refrain from yanking

the hats off visitors

when they stroll past your habitats.

There are legal issues,

and more importantly,

it's just plain rude.

Well, of course

we can still fling poo at them.

That's tradition.

Those new Mort dolls sure are cute.

I would go so far as to call them

downright adorable, Marlene.

The more of me, the merrier!

Come on, cheer up.

At least you have a toy.

The last shipment of otter dolls

was sent back to the factory.

Sent back, you are saying?

Well, they did have a few...

I don't know, minor defects.

Defects?

Now, there is an idea.

Hey. What's up with the commotion?

Unknown. I'm gonna have to wait

for my away team to report

before declaring DEFCON Red.

Real quick,

what exactly is a DEFCON Red?

Classified. Just hope you

never live to see one, sister.

Skipper, reports indicate

that the new Mort plushes

are tainted with

some sort of toxic substance.

They're recalling the whole inventory

back to the factory.

A factory recall? Wait a second.

It's Alice.

No wonder they're

sending these things back.

Skipper, look!

No, that's me in there! I like me!

Bring me back! I fall!

Sad Eyes!

Why do the other me's stink?

It was you, wasn't it?

No, of course not.

How daring of you!

Wait, what do you mean?

What did you do to those Mort dolls?

I am certain

I must not have the slightly,

foggiest idea

of what you are speaking of.

Oh, yes!

Have at them,

my foul black and white friends.

Yes! Spray away!

You there, go, go!

You missed a spot.

Fine.

I was maybe indirectly responsible,

in a way that's not my fault

for the recalling of the annoying

Mort dolls. Who is caring?

- Mort.

- The real Mort.

The one that was taken along

with his stuffed toys.

Stop! Stop with the being so ridiculous!

The real Mort is right here,

safe and soundly.

Isn't that right, Mort?

Well, can't we just

keep this one instead?

Somebody has to go after him.

Don't worry. This is what we do.

Maurice, what have I done?

I already miss

having that annoying Mort around

so that I can hate him.

We have a confirmed address

on the target, Skipper.

Now, some transport.

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