The Penguins of Madagascar: Operation - DVD Premiere

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Well, boys, we finally made it.

The premiere of our very own DVD.

This place is a zoo.

Technically, no.

lt's the biggest night in Hollywood.

- Hollywood!

- Tonight we hit the big time.

- Oh, boy!

- Commence Operation DVD.

Go, go!

Rico? Weapons check.

Kowalski? lntelligence.

Substantially above average,

but I don't like to brag.

Oh, the map. Right here.

Private? Snack cakes.

Swiss delight. Nilla creme.

And a peanut butter winky.

All right men, let's move in.

Private?

Dibs on the peanut butter winky.

Easy does it, men.

This could well be a trap.

Rico?

Well-played, Skipper.

lt seems Dr. Blowhole

isn't as smart as he thinks he is!

I don't think the peanut butter winky

made it, Skipper.

Curse you, Blowhole!

- Blowhole.

- Well, peng-you-ins.

We meet once again.

Well, well, Blowhole.

lt's been a long time.

Well, well, well. Too long.

- Well, well, well, well...

- Enough!

I suppose you

are wondering why it is

that I have laid a ridiculously

complicated trap for you.

Actually, yes, I am.

Why tell, when I can show?

You'll appreciate this, Kowalski.

I have installed a lair theater system.

High definition with surround sound.

Extremely spendy.

Why do the bad guys

always get the good stuff?

Hey, hey, hey.

Eyes on the big screen! See?

Delicious dipped in butter.

What's your point?

Now imagine if this crustacean

had an exoskeleton of...

...shiny metal!

Peng-you-ins, I present...

Chrome Claw!

Did you feel that subwoofer?

He's just rubbing

my face in it.

Without you peng-you-ins

around to foil my plans,

- I will unleash...

- Chrome Claw!

...on an unsuspecting world!

With this mutant monster

at my side,

I will rule land and sea!

Back up to that

"without you'' part, please.

I get the gist. Rico!

We got us a laser show, boys.

Who's foiled now?

Foiled?

Private! Snack cakes!

- ls this really the time to...

- Private!

- Say what?

- Kowalski!

- Wait...

- Aspirate Swiss Delight, bottlenose!

You have seen the last of Dr. Blowhole!

Good. Run.

Oh, you think... Right.

I mean this is the last

you will see of anything!

- Oh.

- Self destruct in...

Five seconds! That's right,

we had only five seconds.

But we escaped

with half a second to spare.

lt was a ripping adventure!

A dolphin supervillain?

No, I totally believe you.

No, really, Marlene.

He's our arch enemy.

Pure evil, with skin that's

surprisingly pleasant to the touch.

Look, I've got

the mission file to prove it.

That's top secret, Private.

Eyes only. My eyes.

I'm not even sure about your eyes.

Let alone her eyes.

Actually, Skipper, these files

are de-classified now.

Pinhead pencil pushers.

They have no idea.

They're... They're nice.

Look, I know you guys

do your commando thing around here,

and you do it, you know, well.

But, come on. I mean.

Secret lairs? Chrome Claw?

Superspy stuff? Please...

Did you say... spy?

I'm a spy!

I've been spying on you

this whole time.

I could have a fancy spy car that can

shoot things out of the headlights.

No... fog lights.

They won't expect that.

You, Ringtail?

Facing the likes of Dr. Blowhole?

He's pure evil, with skin that's

surprisingly pleasant to the touch.

You wouldn't last five minutes.

Oh, dear, we're open!

I still say

I could be a spy guy.

Mort, if this is a ploy

to get to the royal feet,

it's very clever, but ineffective.

What is that on you, anyway?

You smell like the fishweed.

Who the hecks are you?

No!

- Private.

- Sorry, Skipper.

I'm not feeling very cute

or cuddly today.

Oh, stop. You're always

cute and cuddly and you know it.

I'm just cheesed that Marlene

doesn't believe in Dr. Blowhole.

Better that she doesn't, Private.

lmagine if she blabbed

and that mad doctor

discovered our secret Zoo H.Q.

Dr. Blowhole!

Satellite targeting

has a lock on the enemy.

And they are subway convenient!

Excellent work, Red One.

Prepare peng-you-in transmission.

Peng-you-ins.

I have found you.

Blowhole!

- Where is he?

- Greetings, my flightless foes.

- Oh, he's only on the TV.

- Get off of our TV!

I have been spying on

you peng-you-ins for months

with state-of-the-art

lookie-loo technology.

Always. Gets. The good stuff!

Yeah, he's fine. Go on.

Right. Anyway, I have unmasked

your Achilles heel, Skipper.

Your greatest vulnerability,

aside from the flightlessness.

You fiend! You've cut off the

peanut butter winky supply lines!

What? No.

But somebody write that down.

I have struck

the cruelest blow of all.

I assure you, Skipper,

your world will be rocked.

Life will be drained of meaning.

For... l... have... captured...

- ...your best friend!

- Help!

- Ringtail?

- I have been king-napped!

By ninja shellfish.

This is outrageous!

And a little embarrassing,

quite frankly.

You think he's my best friend?

Skipper, don't play coy with me.

My brain is bigger

than your whole body.

Look at you two!

Obvious BFFs.

Kowalski! Decode.

Buffalo Fire Fighter... No.

Baby Fat Flinger... No.

- Best Friends Forever.

- You're stark raving mad!

Not you, Kowalski. Him.

Let's not be making him madder.

This time, I will triumph.

Just try and stop me and your fuzzy

little buddy sleeps with the fishes.

Technically, fish don't sleep,

so much as rest.

You'd think a dolphin

would know that.

Unless he means...

Can you believe that Blowhole?

" Fuzzy little buddy?''

You and Julien do

spend a good bit of time together.

Quality time.

Ringtail and I are not friends,

case closed.

That said, let's go rescue him.

What? lt's the penguin way.

A penguin never leaves

his fuzzy little buddy behind.

You'll find sarcasm is more effective

if you don't giggle it out

- like a naughty school girl, Private.

- Right, sir.

One thing doesn't add up.

lf Julien is missing,

why hasn't anybody actually missed him?

Skipper! Why so jumpy?

- Mort?

- What?

Why is he letting you

touch his feet?

lt's not because

he's a fake King Julien.

You know,

come to think of it,

the King has been a

little low maintenance.

Mort, is there something

you haven't told me?

Only that ninja lobsters tied me in kelp

and replaced the real King Julien

with this one that

lets me touch his feet. Why?

ls that all?

Glowing red eyes?

That's almost never good.

My car!

Kowalski, run a trace.

Picking up salty sea air, roller

coaster grease and all beef wiener...

- ...with mustard.

- Coney lsland.

Subway convenient, at least.

No. They'll be expecting that.

Commence butt wiggling now.

Wiggle butt.

Carbonation agitation reaching

critical level and...

...lift off!

Question:
Why are we laughing?

Question:
How did the prisoner escape?

The prisoner escaped?

ls he dangerous?

No. And apparently

he isn't very bright.

I know the type. So, let's talk.

I can't see!

Then I will be your eyes.

Turn left. Turn right.

- Then do a loopy move.

- Get off me!

- See? We make an excellent team.

- What?

I am willing

to overlook your fishiness.

A dolphin is not a fish!

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