The Penguins of Madagascar: Happy King Julien Day! Page #5

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Skipper is unab/e

to take your ca// right now,

He's about to batt/e

a mutated rodent war/ord,

- Kowalski, analysis.

- This appears to be a former lab rat,

thus the extreme mutations.

Well, incredible size

and brute strength...

...and magnificent aim

aren't... everything.

You and me, bird, one on one.

Talk about no help from the flock.

Agreed. No assist from the flock.

Let's dance. I'll lead.

That the best you got?

Bird, that is some weak sauce.

Missed me that time.

Feel the rat.

Who's your rat daddy?

How do you like me now,

flightless bird?

I knew you'd go

running home to your... Mama!

- Poor Skipper. I can't look.

- This is the worst Fun Day ever.

Fun Day... Of course!

The Corkscrew!

Who's got the weak sauce, now?

Look, look, look! OK, you could

be king of the cowboys.

- Ride 'em, part...

- Shut up, OK?

Can you not see that your king,

which was me until the incident,

- is brooding?

- OK. OK, I failed.

I failed. Everybody, I failed.

There. I am an otter failure.

If I could just say a magic word

and make your crown appear, I would.

The magic word is... Fun Day!

My crown!

How I have missed you,

little head thing!

It has a smudgy spot on it.

Well, you see, there were these sewer...

No, this simply will not do.

Maurice, bring me my spare crown.

- Much better.

- A spare crown?

He just had, you know,

just sitting around...

All along, a spare crown, all along?

Well, yeah. For emergencies.

What kind of fool king

would only have one crown? Please.

What? No! No!

Never on a Fun Day, seriously.

Hit it!

Come on, yeah, dance

Cute and cuddly, boys.

Come on, challenge me!

Give your king a real race

to the bouncy!

Hey, that's too real!

Give me much slower racing now.

Look, I'm running.

Your Majesty!

Something dangerous and painful

has happened to the royal bouncy.

Mort, you jump too, so we make sure.

OK, now Maurice,

but headfirst this time.

Total inflation pump failure

on the lemurs' bouncy, Skipper.

Polar bear cooling fan,

kangaroo auto-feeder,

chimp reading lamp, all down!

Looks like we've got

some bad habitats, boys.

- Unacceptable.

- I don't know where the night light...

Attention, panicky mob.

Clearly, this is phase one

in the space squid invasion.

I'd advise you all to keep your heads.

Space squids always

start with the heads.

Space squids? Guys,

I think we're just having a blackout.

Well, that's just what the squids

would want us to think, Marlene.

If you truly are Marlene.

You know, I believe she's right.

The entire city is suspiciously dark.

Well, I guess that's a perfectly

logical explanation for...

- Show your tentacles, you squid spy!

- Hey! All right, let go!

- What are you do...?

- Her story checks out.

A blackout?

We're gonna run out of food!

I'm concerned

about the rise in crime rates.

Yeah, I hear that's a real problem.

Not to worry.

Penguins always have a plan.

My generator can

supply emergency power,

and with the food rationing

program we've set up...

Stop! This is no time for planning

and reasonableness!

With no electrickly power,

the zoo has now become...

...a jungle!

And who is the king of the jungle?

OK, I'll give you a hint.

He is also the king of the zoo

and the outlying midtown area.

And it is me. OK, no more hints.

Negative. There is no

such thing as jungle law.

Oh, really? Perhaps everyone

would like to hear the opinionings

of a certified jungle lawyer.

All hail King Julien. Case closed.

Case open!

You can't seriously be falling for this!

Well, he's got a briefcase.

This is gonna end very badly,

Your Majesty.

And when this jungle law does fail,

I will have four sweet,

sweet words for you.

Oh, "I love King Julien?"

Yeah... No.

I told you so.

- What?

- Nobody tells the king,

- "I told you so. "

- It is unspoken of.

Well, we'll just see about that.

Yes, we will. And right now,

I will be seeing you penguins

giving your king the royal sponge bath.

I call topsies.

Private, we're not part of this

kook-ball's kingdom. Come on, boys!

Here you go. Knock yourself out.

And now begins the gloriousness

of the goldenish age of the new dawn

of the mighty reign of jungle law!

Hang on.

I forgot to lock the security hatch.

What in the name

of Eisenhower's oatmeal?

What happened to all the peanuts?

OK.

That was fast.

- What in blazes is going on here?

- Hand over your food, ya mooks!

Are you gorillas gonna

give everything back nicely,

- or does this get ugly?

- You have feet? Give Mort feet.

Mort need feet!

- You stole Sad Eyes, too?

- You never know when you'll need one.

Oh, guys, guys.

Thank goodness you're back.

- It's a madhouse up here!

- What happened to King Julien?

He must've cracked like an Easter egg.

I knew it.

All right, men, jungle law

has stunk up our zoo long enough.

Time to apply some penguin-scented

- disinfectant to this mess.

- Mess?

Don't be so wrong, silly penguin.

Clearly, the screaming and rampaging

is to celebrate three

successful minutes of jungle law.

Hooray!

Also, I am resting, not hiding.

Well, well, well, King Ringtail.

I believe I owe you a few words.

In random order, they are,

"Told I so you. "

Allow me to unscramble.

Shushies. This is not "I told you so. "

The royal me is still

on top of all these things.

Ringtail, no! They'll rip you apart!

Jungle rule stinks.

Yes, yes, everybody

likes the chaos and the mayhem,

but we need orderly chaos

and nice mayhem.

- You stink, Julien!

- OK, we talked about this, Pinky.

We express our feelings with words,

not the violent throwing of...

Yo, Bada. What kind of ransom

you get for a king these days?

Playtime's over, primates.

If I don't get some food right now...

Peanut head!

Kowalski, analysis!

King Julien requires immediate rescue.

But to stop the zoo-wide panic,

we need to get the criminal element

under control, too.

Also, somebody should

probably take care of that.

We've got three problems:

Ringtail, Sad Eyes

and criminal gorillas.

I want teams of two on each.

No man enters the danger zone solo.

Skipper, that would

leave us two men shy...

Never tell me the math!

If we need two recruits,

we'll find two recruits!

Wait. What's...?

- OK, that was... kinda fun.

- Get 'em!

It's OK, Mort.

We're not going to hurt you.

Not true, Private.

I did authorize lethal force.

Peanut head! Peanut head!

We're only here to talk, friend.

Straight turkey, no judgments.

Are you crazy? The dude's head

doesn't even look like a peanut!

What? How dare you insult

my gloriously peanut-shaped head!

- Oh, golly.

- That ain't right.

Bye-bye.

OK, come on, let's return the loot.

Time to change tactics.

Tiny lemur! The feet need you!

The feet?

Why won't you go down, peanut?!

Peanuts!

I have seen my entire life

and many gigantic nose nuggets

flashing before my eyes.

Thank the sky spirits that is over.

Feet!

There he is!

You were supposed to protect us!

- Hey, I coulda really hurt somebody.

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