The Penguins of Madagascar: Happy King Julien Day! Page #4

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I told Harry to his face that I'm gonna

write him up next time he's late.

Hey. I know everything

that goes on around here.

Everything!

- Kowalski, report.

- It's dark.

I concur.

Rico, weapons check.

Outstanding. Private, sound off.

- Are we there yet?

- Not yet, Private.

Wait for it. Wait for it.

And... move out. Now!

Right. Back in the box.

- Any word on the rescue?

- Yes, we have a delivery confirmation.

Skipper and company were delivered

to the factory

at exactly 7:
30am,

Eastern Standard Time.

Signed for by a C.W. Smith.

Rico! Get him out of sight.

Kowalski, have you bypassed

the security scanner yet?

I can't seem to crack

the retinal scrambling code.

Keep at it. Mort's here somewhere,

and he's counting on us.

Switching to collate on my mark.

Five, four, three...

Evasive action!

We have enemy movement.

Skipper, we're taking fire!

We're also giving some.

Right, Rico?

Steady, boys.

Stand by to toast this marshmallow!

Popcorn, anyone? It's fresh.

- Julien?

- How did he get here?

Oh, I sent myself super-platinum

premier overnight express.

This is how a king is to be rolling.

But you're the reason

Mort's here in the first place.

Which is why I must lend

my kingly cleverness to help.

So, who enjoys the honor

of carrying my luggage?

Rico, stamp his royal highness

"return to sender. "

OK, you win. Forget the luggage.

Skipper, we could use

an extra set of eyes

to cover our left flank.

All right, Ringtail. You're in.

Ringtail. Is this my code name?

Sweet Mother MacArthur!

Will you just take a lookout position?

Why did you not just say so?

Defective items schedu/ed

for immediate destruction,

Somebody help me!

Oh, no. This crown is all wrong.

My noble kingly nose

is looking too big here.

Where is the quality controlling

in this dump?

What?

You are now officially

a hazard to this operation.

Double-time it, boys.

Just stay out of sight, Ringtail.

Kowalski, hit the kill switch.

Kill the hit switch!

Switch the kill hit!

Danger, Danger, Danger,

Skipper!

What kind of sick and twisted

toy factory is this?

Hang on. I'm going to bypass

the central wire...

Rico, surprise me.

Last words, anyone?

- Ringtail to the rescue!

- Ringtail!

No need to drop to your knees

to thank and worship me.

We're safe!

And so, as of tonight,

there's been no word from the penguins

or Julien concerning their

valiant efforts to rescue Mort.

I'm afraid we'll have

to assume the worst.

- Hi!

- You guys made it!

And Mort! He's home!

Yeah, baby!

I am so happy to have

my kingdom together again.

Mort, you are free

to resume worshiping me.

There's no place like home.

Check it out.

The zoo has a new bestseller.

Well, would you look at that.

Kudos, Private.

Private? Private.

Hello?

Anybody?!

Hit it!

Come on, yeah, dance

Cute and cuddly, boys.

All right, men. We're up

against nine ninja warriors.

Missed one.

- Nice work, Rico.

- Morning, guys.

Might wanna watch out

for the ninjas, Marlene.

- You mean bowling pins?

- I mean ninjas.

Don't you see the little faces on them?

Why are you guys working, anyway?

Come on, it's Fun Day!

Fun day? Rico, code blue.

Private, weapons check.

Kowalski, options for...

Hold on, wait, what is this Fun Day?

Few humans visit on Mondays.

Thus, our zoo overlords

renamed Monday "Fun Day. "

Why wasn't this in my morning briefing?

How am I supposed to know this stuff?

Come on, I'm not a mind reader.

You, Skipper, are just...

not Fun Day material.

- Hit the brakes, sister.

- What?

I've taken down an angry walrus with

a wing and a prayer and another wing.

- I can handle anything.

- Except fun.

Especially fun. Right, boys?

- Big fun.

- Yes, Skipper, sure.

- Hey, I'm as fun as the next guy.

- Not if the next guy is that guy.

It makes my tummy tingle!

Hello, silly penguin.

What are you doing in my bouncy?

Because it's Fun Day. And certain

sea mammals think I'm no fun.

Hey, Marlene, check out this fun move!

I call it Corkscrew.

You! You did this!

- What?

- You did this.

I know, I know.

I take full responsibility.

- Well, 90 percent.

- I said, "Have fun. "

- I did not say, "Go nuts. "

- Right.

I should not have corkscrewed.

Shame on me.

Maurice, it was all in fun.

Come on, bring it in.

- Bring it in.

- I'm not laughing!

All right, I'll try

to calm down the screamer

while you guys go get his crown.

Sound like a plan?

It does sound like a plan, Marlene.

Gentlemen, commence Operation

Give the Furry Crybaby His Bottle.

She did stop the screaming.

I will get you for...

How am I supposed

to be kingly without a crown?

It is the proof of my kingliness.

And that is why I'm going to make you...

Ready? Wait for it.

...a new crown!

But the old crown and I have been

through so much together.

Yes, yes, but it wasn't

as amazingly cool as...

...this!

- It is puffy and complicated.

- Like me.

Maurice!

I got you! Or not.

I want my old crown.

Skipper, turns out

the new crown didn't fly.

It did fly, too much.

Not to worry, Marlene.

We're on the trail.

Rico.

Private, hold the flashlight.

Oh, dear.

I don't like the looks of this.

Keen instinct tells me

there's danger ahead.

It's got my name written all over it.

You three wait here.

I think I'd prefer to tag along,

if it's all the same, Skipper.

Denied, Private.

I corkscrewed us into this.

I'll go solo.

But you're forgetting the penguin credo:

"Never swim alone. "

Skipper, we're in this together.

And by "this,"

I mean a steel cage trap.

My head is naked.

My head is nude.

My head is crownless!

Dark is my mood.

Crazy poetry, it's good stuff.

- I want my crown!

- And I have your crown,

a crown you'll love as much

as you love yourself, because...

It's you!

I'm thinking there is an awesome amount

of fabulousness going on here.

It is hot with handsomeness.

And here's the best part!

My need for beauty

and my need for fizzy drink,

both are satisfied.

My little head!

I like you hideously disfigured.

- Get 'em!

- Oh, boy. Sewer rats!

They're actually quite cute.

Attention, little rodentia.

Has anyone seen a leafy crown?

- Maybe.

- What's it to you?

- We need it, pronto.

- It belongs to our king.

And there's only one way

to take it from us.

- Smile and say "please"?

- No!

- Paw-to-paw combat.

- Beat the king, get the crown.

Beat the king, get the crown.

Beat the king, get the crown.

Beat the king, get the crown.

- Beat the king, get the crown.

- OK.

I'll go easy on him.

Where is the little guy?

- You are toast.

- What was that, Private?

I mean crusty on the outside,

soft and warm on the inside

- and good in a jam.

- That's nice.

You are going down, clown!

Down to Rat Town.

Aren't we already there?

Now, this might be working for me.

Yes! Smart.

Do you really think

you can pull it off?

- Snake!

- I don't... Come on.

- Snake!

- That was a good look.

- Tell me you found the crown.

- The crown's been found,

That's great. Wait, where's Skipper?

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