The Penguins of Madagascar: Happy King Julien Day! Page #7

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I'm jumpy! Maurice, call me Jumpy.

Love to, Mort,

but I've got a bajillion royal duties.

- You said doodies!

- No.

Things I gotta do for the king, "duty. "

- It's still funny! Now, be jumpy!

- All right, maybe just one bounce.

I knew that was a bad idea.

Oh, no. He's not gonna...

No way. The throne!

I'll get the glue.

- To eat?

- No!

All right. Give the glue

a few hours to set, and we're golden.

Just make sure King Julien

stays away from his throne.

- OK?

- OK.

Honeys, I'm home!

- Who missed me?

- I did!

Someone else this time.

Hey! How was your royal walkabout,

Your Highness?

Maurice, this zoo is full

of so many fantastical things.

Did you know, for example,

free gum under all the benches.

Watch, I'm going to blow a bubble.

You can keep that.

Now, what to do

with the rest of my day?

You could sit on your throne.

- I take that back.

- Or you can go swimming,

or bouncing, or dancing.

Work it, work it

Work it /ike you mean it

I do mean it, but right now,

mostly because Mort

stuck the idea into my brain,

I'd like to sit on my throne.

- No, Your Majesty, don't!

- Don't what, Maurice?

Don't... don't let me keep you

from sitting on your throne,

which is rock-solid and not breaking,

or anything like...

Why is my booty unable

to find my throne sweet part?

My throne!

It's all brokeny and cracked

and brokeny!

Who broke the royal throne?

It was an old throne. Creaky.

Maybe just broke on its own.

Who can say?

I can. We did it.

- So it was you two.

- Yes, but it was an accident.

An accident you did on purpose.

This I cannot be believing.

I ask so very little from you.

But here, you two willy-nillies

go and ruin the most

precious symbol of my power.

- Isn't that your crown?

- A king can have many power symbols.

I see now what must be done.

OK, this half of the kingdom is for me

and my king things,

and that half is for you.

- This is a lot less than half.

- I like it.

Well, of course it is smaller, Maurice.

There is only one of me and two of you.

That means we should have more,

and you should have less.

The king never has less, that's the law.

So I take it we're

not allowed in your half?

- Got that right, mister.

- And you won't come into our half?

Why would I want to? It's so tiny.

You know what? Sounds jim-dandy.

Mort and I are gonna

have a good time here.

But I...

Yeah. We're gonna hang here,

kick back, maybe have a party.

- Do you want to have a party?

- Can we invite King Julien?

- No!

- Oh, OK...

Frankly, you two

were giving my style the cramps.

I can have fun all by myself.

You're it. No, you're it.

You're it, no touchbacks.

No, I'm not, because I'm on base.

There's no base. There is for the king.

The king is never it.

OK, I can't argue with that logic.

Well, this stinks.

Hello, friendly penguins.

I was wondering if you could

make this melon split open for me.

Rico, slice.

There you go, Ringtail.

Service with a psycho smile.

Yes, OK, thank you.

One more thing.

Could you also let me boss you around,

you know, just a little?

- No, next question.

- Please! I have nobody to browbeat.

Mort and Maurice have left me.

- They left you?

- Yes, right after I kicked them out.

And now I am so lonely.

You know, my uncle Nigel always said,

"On a voyage of life

the best boat is a friendship. "

Are we going boating?

Who needs Maurice and Mort when

my new bestest friends have a yacht?

I think what Private's saying

is that Maurice and Mort

are your bestest friends. Not us.

Maurice and Mort do not have a boat.

Who needs them?

- You need them.

- Who?

- Maurice and Mort.

- No.

They are a little too boatless

for my taste.

Forget about the boat! You need

to patch things up with your pals.

Nothing could possibly, ever

make me want to be

anywhere near them.

My booty senses nearby

moving and grooving.

- Burt. Yeah, you're on the list.

- In you go, my friend.

Awesome! Make way

for the party pachyderm.

- Where's the peanuts?

- Down the hall, on the left.

Thank you.

How'd they get a

whole elephant in that shed?

- It's roomier than it looks.

- A party!

Make way for the party king, man.

Hold on there, chief, we gotta see

if your name's on the guest list.

Party King? Nah, not on the list.

- Hold on, I got a King Julien.

- Yeah, that's me.

Yeah, you're on the

"absolutely not a guest" list.

What? This must be

some kind of missed stake.

It's no mistake. We'd love

for you to come, wouldn't we, Mort?

- Love!

- But you said that we're

supposed to stay on our half,

and you on yours.

My hands are tied. You understand.

Don't give me those sad eyes.

He started it.

They... do not want me at their party.

This is an outrageousness!

I shall throw my own party,

and my many friends will be coming.

- Right, my many friends?

- All right.

OK, everybody,

let's start the party games.

I'll make balloon animals.

This one is an earthworm.

Tapeworm.

And look, a hookworm.

Make that a flatworm.

- Wow, look at the time.

- Early wake up tomorrow.

We've got to... you know,

do something, penguin stuff.

You do not have to lie.

No one loves me!

- Now, that's not...

- As much as I love me.

OK, yeah, that's true.

Look at me. I cannot even

throw a proper shindig.

Yeah, OK...

Well, thanks for having us.

It was a real treat.

Bye, now.

Ringtail, you're playing my

heartstrings like a big bow fiddle.

Maybe you can't throw a party.

Or maybe you just need a little help.

Men, commence Operation Hootenanny.

Turntables are up to maximum speed.

This party is a go!

- The only thing left is the guest list.

- Leave that to me.

I am connected.

But everyone's still at

Mort and Maurice's.

I have many friends.

They will not be letting me down.

Everybody, party!

Who will start the conga-ga line?

Me? Okey-dokey.

- When you said you had friends...

- We thought you meant real friends.

But they are real friends.

Janice here wants to be

a dental technician.

But Emil thinks she isn't suited for it.

How can you crush

Janice's dreams, Emil?!

Yes, I'm sorry, Emil.

You're right, we should get along.

That's what friends do: Get along.

Not fight.

You need to see this. Bring Sad Eyes.

Please, enjoy the hors d'oeuvres.

None of this

"No, thanks, I'm stuffed" nonsense.

Rosalita, you made it!

Rosalita, you naughty girl.

You simply must, must dance with me.

The king. He's... He's...

- Stark, raving mad.

- And crazy, too.

Without friends,

his delicate psyche snapped.

Like Snappiest Snapperson,

the snappingest kid in Snapadelphia.

Son of Snap Snapperson,

snap photography specialist and...

- Rico.

- Thanks.

I just wanted to teach him a lesson.

I didn't want this.

He needs you, Maurice,

more than you ever knew.

- Come on, Mort. We're going home.

- Yay!

Mort, Maurice!

You came to my party?

- We thought it might be fun.

- Splendulous!

But are you on the guest list?

Oh, OK, I get it.

You want me to beg.

- Well, forget...

- Wait!

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