The Penguins of Madagascar: Happy King Julien Day! Page #6

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- Jungle law is for fools, baby!

Yes, yes, everything turned out

most wonderfully in the end.

You may now decide among yourselves

how to praise me.

I demand to talk to my jungle lawyer!

Dude with a briefcase?

Haven't seen him.

Guys, we have to do something.

We can't just let this happen.

I don't know. I am dying

to see that catapult in action.

Looks like this is my last chance

to say what needs to be said.

- So long, sucker.

- A moment, please!

I've got a few words for you, Ringtail.

Oh, no, not now. He couldn't...

I told you...

...that this plan was genius!

- Say what?

- His jungle majesty knew that

in a crisis, the biggest danger

is mass panic.

So he sets up this post-apocalyptic

wasteland scenario

to keep everyone's mind

off the blackout. Brilliant.

- All right.

- Yeah.

- Boy, that's great!

- Yeah!

Skipper, you gave up

an "I told you so. "

That's the most

noble thing I've ever seen.

Sometimes, Private, you've just got

to set your sights a little higher.

Yes, praise me!

For I am so much greater

than any penguin could ever be!

Rico, set the sights a little higher.

- I have been meloned!

- All hail the king.

Hit it!

Come on, yeah, dance

Cute and cuddly, boys.

What?!

Wait a min...

Forgive me, Rico.

Just testing out my latest invention.

It translates thoughts into action!

And I call it... The Helmet!

The Helmet? Really?

It's a working title.

I'm totally open to suggestions.

The point is,

this proves once and for all

that intellect is stronger

than brute force.

Interesting point, Rico. However...

Now, there's no need to squabble, boys.

Intellect and brute force

are both important to this team.

Mostly brute force.

Look at me! I'm flying!

Not bad, if we need to do air recon.

What else is it good for?

And don't get me started on his cooking!

Maurice's cooking was so bad...

- How bad was it?

- It was so bad, I wouldn't eat it.

That's so funny because it's you!

- This ain't worth a two-mango minimum.

- But seriously, folks...

Now, that's funny!

Do it again!

Nice, Kowalski.

That penguin has a magic crown

that makes things go floating.

Maurice, why does my crown

not do such magic?

Well, how do you know it doesn't?

Good point. OK.

- Fly, Mort, into the sun!

- Oh, yay!

This crown is so lame!

Hello, penguins.

I could not help but notice

that you have a hat

that magically brings things.

And we want it.

Kowalski.

I am consumed by jealousy!

I must have that magic hat!

Maurice, a little more.

Come on!

Now, Maurice.

- The Helmet!

- It's missing!

- Oh, good golly.

- Hello.

Didn't see you there.

How are you liking my new crown?

Quite fetching, yes?

Careful! You have no idea of the

awesome power you now wield.

Of course I do. That's why I took it.

I am the king, and only the king

can wield such awesome power.

Now, watch as I wield.

I want a fizzy soda.

And a candied bar.

And now, I am wanting Chinese food.

No. Real Chinese food from the China.

What is taking so long?

Work, crown, work!

No! Don't touch that.

You'll overload...

You're interrupting my concentration.

Now, where is my lo mein?

Food coming from China

does have a long way to travel.

Good point, Maurice. Thank you.

Also, you are fired.

- What?!

- My brain and my crown thingamabob

- will do everything for me.

- Yay, King Julien!

Except the worshipping,

which Mort will do.

Yay, job security!

- You're still here.

- Wait!

Turn over The Helmet, Ringtail,

before someone gets hurt.

- Kowalski, tell him.

- I... I will, just as soon as I...

...get the Mort fur off my...

...tongue.

You have no idea of the forces

you are playing with.

He's turned The Helmet's

control regulator up to ten.

I kept it at a cool five.

Easy enough

for my accelerated brain capacity,

but ten is way too much for Julien's

extremely limited mind.

And that means... what, exactly?

Oh, just that his chaotic thoughts

will destroy us all.

Kowalski, have you

ever invented anything

that doesn't eventually

threaten to destroy us all?

Let me think... No.

What next? I know. Papaya!

Dice. See, Mort?

- There's nothing I cannot do.

- You are the greatest!

Except kiss up to my own heinie.

Very good, Mort. Perfect.

You, be gone.

You're trying to steal my crown!

No, it's a helmet.

And yes, we're stealing it. Back.

I am surrounded by the

low-down, dirty snakes.

Figure of speech. Go away!

You must exercise caution. Whatever

you think of will come right to you.

Your brain can't handle

that kind of power!

I was handling it just fine

until you came charging in here

like a herd of angry rhino!

At least I didn't say

"Like a herd of angry elephants. "

OK, OK. But at least

I didn't say "A city bus. "

OK. I see what I did there.

- But at least I didn't say...

- Nothing.

You didn't say nothing,

and you didn't think nothing.

Despite Skipper's double negatives,

I trust our point is becoming clear.

You know, my old crown

was much less dangerous.

So why don't you take this crown off?

Yes, and do so carefully. This is

a particularly explosive situation.

- Explosive?

- Oh, heck.

Hit the deck!

- He's grabbing some good altitude.

- I wonder if King Julien will realize

he can use The Helmet's power

to summon a parachute.

Nope. Ringtail!

- Take off that helmet ASAP!

- OK, OK. I'll take it off.

I mean, it's not like this crown

is chained to my head.

OK, now I am feeling the stupidness.

- Help!

- Let's roll.

OK, Ringtail.

Do not think of anything,

except for me telling you

not to think of anything.

I won't! My brain will

allow no thoughts in.

My brain will be a brick wall.

Rico!

You know,

I thought those would look cool.

And they do!

The Helmet is overwhelming his brain.

Retreat!

Skipper, I don't see

any way of penetrating

that wall of telekinetic chaos.

Nobody can stop Julien's brain

from destroying the entire world.

Look!

Your Highness, I am here to help.

- And you are...?

- Maurice!

I used to work for you.

As recently as this afternoon.

Now that you mention it,

your face does ring a bell.

Maurice! What have I done?

Duck!

He's distracted. Now's our chance!

Skipper, I have a careful,

well thought-out plan of attack.

Rico?

Maurice, you are alive!

I thought I had lost you.

No, but you did lose your hair.

I lost my...?

This is hideous! This...

I am as hairless as a chimp's bottom!

Chill. I got it covered.

Maurice, you always know

just what I need.

Yep.

Chinese Chinese food is here,

Your Majesty.

Yummy! Let's chow!

Well done, Rico.

Good old brute force to the rescue.

Not entirely. After all, Skipper,

it was my intellect that reasoned

it was time for brute force.

Right, Kowalski, right.

Intellect, brute force,

they're equally important.

Not really.

Give me brute force any day.

But, Skipper, doesn't violence

beget more violence?

It sure does, Private.

It's a win-win.

Hit it!

Come on, yeah, dance

Cute and cuddly, boys.

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