The Penguins of Madagascar: Operation - DVD Premiere Page #5

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I call belly-slide duty!

Let's make it extra

cute and cuddly today, boys.

Yeah. Perfect.

Look how beauticious you are.

And this apple here

is looking pretty good, too.

No.

Not ''feeding the Penguins'' time!

How am I supposed to enjoy my breakfast

with all of the savage, fishy smelling

fishes assaulting my kingly senses?

Maurice? The royal nose clamp.

There. That should do the trick.

Kowalski, irresistibility reading.

The crowd's appetite for our enamoring

antics is reaching optimal levels.

Beautiful.

Hit them with the tail-wags. No mercy.

And... cease tail-wagging!

Always leave them wanting more.

- There you go!

- Yeah!

- We did it!

- Fish are incoming.

- Three, two...

- Wake up your taste buds, boys.

- What are these?

- How's the catch of the day, gentlemen?

- Looks fishy, Skipper.

- Fish are supposed to look fishy.

- No, I think he means ''fishy.''

- Good fishy or bad fishy?

Definitely bad fishy, sir.

That's strange.

There's no fish stank. Nothing.

You are right! The fishy smelling

fish fumes are no more.

We shall wildly celebrate!

And I am talking about more than usual,

- you know what I mean?

- But if it's not fish, what is it?

lt appears to be some kind of

molecular soy composite, Skipper.

And we're supposed to eat this chow?

We're penguins, man, we need fish!

Real fish.

Technically, these cakes do meet

our nutritional requirements.

OK, boys, let's give it a shot.

Maybe it's more of an

acquired taste, Skipper.

Right. We go again...

And again.

And again!

And again! Abort! Abort.

This has gotta be some

sort of freak experiment.

A one time thing, right?

- We're... charming.

- We're... loveable.

We're hungry... for real fish!

Three days and I am

loving this life, baby.

No fishy-fish fumes

fuming from the fish eaters.

You see, Mort?

I am so happy, I forgot,

for a second, how disgusting you are.

- Look at you.

- Hi.

Fish! Fish!

Fish...

Sixty-seven hours without the succulent,

salty tang of the sea.

- He can't take much more.

- Neither can l.

What I'm about to show you

is highly classified.

Slide, Private.

Sorry, Skipper. I don't know

how the holiday snaps got in there.

This, gentlemen, is our target.

One standard rest...

One standard

restaurant grade fish truck.

Where are we on cracking this code,

Kowalski?

lt's fiendishly clever

encryption, Skipper.

Well, I have secured the services

of a specialist for aerial surveillance.

- I get a cut of the haul, right?

- You'll get your fair share, Pinky.

No, never. We cannot allow them

to return the ferocious

fishing fishy smell to my kingdom.

Gather around. Now, we need

to be doing exactly what I say.

Starting with paying strict attention

to me talking right now.

Right now.

Now.

This is Wiener One.

I am up and operational.

Target is on the move.

Repeat, target is on the move.

Roger that, Weiner One. We are

southbound, approaching rendezvous.

Target turning east onto 23rd street.

Eye in the Sky is a go.

Thirty-four seconds until fish.

Prairie Dog Blue and

Prairie Dog Red are in position.

Roger. T-minus five, four,

three, two, one.

Stopping target.

You are ''go'' for insertion.

Go fish!

Private, I want confirmation

that there is food on that vehicle.

That's affirmative.

But it looks like the food is us.

- Skipper! Help!

- Hang on, Prairie Dogs!

Kowalski, keep your eyes on the target.

I am locked on, Skipper.

This is Weiner One.

Are we aborting mission?

Repeat, are we aborting mission?

Gentlemen, we are penguins.

We have a natural need to feed

on the fruits of the sea.

That's the way Mama Nature built us.

Now, who wants to

spit in the eye of Mama Nature?

That's what I thought.

We are ''go'' for operation.

Target is turning right onto Broadway.

I am sending it to extraction point.

Locked!

We're in!

- Job well done, boys.

- We have enough fish to last forever!

Fish! Fish!

Fish!

One small problem.

We could not allow for you to return

to eating the savage smelling,

foul-fuming fishy fish.

So I planned to come up with

my own carefully planned plan.

To plan to steal the stinkies ourselves.

And my plan all went accordingly...

to plan.

So, you see, we have

the crates with the real fish,

while yours are filled with only

the phony fish cakes, so...

Oh, nice try, Ringtail.

But I know how much

you hate the smell of fish.

I was expecting a move like that.

Which is why I switched the crates

before you even got back to the zoo.

But I was expecting you

to be expecting that.

So we switcher-ooed the crates

on the pier before the fish

got loaded onto the truck.

Doesn't really matter,

because I just switched these crates

during your last flashback.

I switched them while you were saying

that you switched them.

I switched them

the last time you blinked!

Yes, but I pretended to switch them

so you actually switched them back.

- Oh, but I double-switched.

- And I triple-switched.

- I million-zillion-switched!

- I switched them to infinity!

So you have to shut up a little bit.

But what you didn't see coming

is that I am actually you!

OK, nicely played.

But if you are me,

then by processing of elimination,

- I must be you!

- Maybe. Maybe.

But if you are me and I am you,

then we must both be...

Enough!

Can we just crack these babies open

and get this over with already. Please?

Fish cakes?

They're all the phony fish cakes!

So I am the winner! Right? I think so.

Can we get an official ruling on this

so I can better enjoy my gloating?

But where are the real fish?

I have a theory.

Suckers!

Hit it!

Cute and cuddly, boys!

Screwdriver.

Calipers.

Spork.

Ostrich feathers.

And finally, bubble gum.

Blueberry.

Fine work, Kowalski. What is it?

I have no idea.

Let's just keep it under wraps

until you do.

Hey, guys, guys!

Private, interference!

Rico, stash the invention!

Kowalski, look natural.

Guess what!

Quiet, Marlene!

We're testing Kowalski's new invention.

Private!

Top secret.

Yeah, 'cause you're doing

a real good job of hiding it.

I'll have you know

we're close to an exciting breakthrough.

You want exciting? Try this on:

Guess who's getting a new roommate?

That's right

lt's me

New roommate

New...

New...

New what what?

OK, so they're

transferring someone into my habitat.

So we can totally hang out and swim

and style each other's fur,

it's gonna be perfect!

Too perfect.

How can you be sure this new roommate

isn't actually some sort of spy?

Come on. A spy?

Sent here to steal the plans

for Kowalski's new invention.

Here's a little something

that I try to keep close to my heart:

Try looking for the best in people

'cause you'll always find it.

That's cute and naive, Marlene.

Manfredi and Johnson

were cute and naive.

Well, Manfredi was the cute one, until

their little Nairobi surprise party.

Friendliness beats paranoia.

Still cute. Still naive.

Cute and naive...

Mr. Always-Assume-The-Worst.

OK, just gotta perk up the place

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