The Penguins of Madagascar: Operation - DVD Premiere Page #8

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tied up with strings.''

Kowalski, light this candle!

T-minus five, four, three, two, one...

lgnition!

Yo, Max! Do I look a little,

I don't know, chunkier to you?

I mean, I've been exercising and all,

but no matter how I try,

I can't get rid of all this succulent,

delicious dark meat!

Psych!

Hey, just give it up, hairball!

You've never caught a bird in your life.

Never have, never will!

A shooting star.

I wish... I wish for a bird

that can't fly away.

And... I also wish

the shooting star doesn't hit me!

Hello? Neighbors?

I would like to borrow your toothbrushes

to scrub my hard-to-reach regions.

lf you agree, say nothing at all.

I guess they agree.

This is a once in a lifetime

opportunity.

And as long as we are borrowing,

how about a little television, Maurice?

You mean, big television. Big and heavy.

Good point. Let me think. OK.

My brain is saying that the king,

which is me,

should not have to lift heavy things.

I like heavy lifting!

Welcome to the moon, boys.

Lemur population: zip, zero, nada!

Beautiful.

Oxygen reading surprisingly high.

Moon cheese content disappointingly low.

Private, claim this rock

in the name of...

Penguins?

How did penguins get up here?

When they... can't fly?

Thank you!

I'm picking up

a possible alien life-form.

Game on, boys. Disperse and investigate.

Skipper?

Hello? Aliens?

A moon rock!

Oh, it's just a baseball.

That flew all the way to the moon!

- Hello.

- Greetings, my little friend.

Excuse me... Are you a penguin?

- Why, yes, I am.

- A flightless bird?

That means no flapping,

no flying, no resistance.

Kudos, Private.

You've discovered an alien life-form.

A buffet!

Skipper, this alien

is oddly cat-like in structure.

A moon cat?

- Moon cat?

- Greetings, moon cat.

We come in peace. For now.

You really think

that you're on the moon?

- Affirmative.

- Well... good.

Because you are. Definitely.

You're on the moon!

Welcome to... the moon.

They spotted the crash!

- They wanna take you away!

- Who exactly is ''they?''

The... The evil moon warriors!

We can take 'em.

- But that beam is their death ray.

- Death ray?

Bring it on!

Look, I refuse to let

anything happen to you guys!

You're coming with me!

And to think, he just met us.

Poor Mort. Here, let me help you.

Lift with your legs!

Your tiny, tiny legs!

Your Majesty, I thought for sure

the Penguins would have this place

booby-trapped.

Mort, I am starting to think

you are not taking this job seriously.

- Maurice!

- Hang on!

Moon cat, I'm touched

by your hospitality.

l... Yeah. Well, it's time to eat!

And now he's making us a meal.

You, sir, are a model of kindness.

Oh, my! Do you hear that?

They're coming!

You'd better use my

teleportation machine to hide.

Teleportation?

That's pure science fiction.

Which is exactly why I've had

to disguise it as a microwave oven.

- lt's top secret.

- Camouflage. Well-played.

- lt's a bit of a squeeze.

- Maybe if you took off the helmet.

This moon cat has opened his home,

his heart and his

top secret technology to us.

Ten-four on that.

He's downright neighborly.

Hello, neighbor!

Hello, neighbor.

Hello, neighbor.

You know, Kowalski?

Maybe I need to sign on

to moon cat's good neighbor policy.

Forget the microwave!

- You mean teleportation device?

- Whatever!

No more foolin' around. lt's time.

Moon cat is so right! We can't

fool around on the moon any longer.

lt is time. Time to go home.

Wait, what?

No!

Thanks for everything, moon cat.

Rico, gift him.

Food? For me?

No one's ever,

ever given me a gift before.

- Sorry.

- You're quite welcome.

T-minus five, four, three, two...

...one. lgnition.

Kowalski, status report?

I am randomly pushing buttons

while we spin out of control, Skipper.

Can I push one? I'd feel better.

Prepare for splash-down.

Or crash-down, as it were.

Hello, trap-happy Penguins.

We were just ''borrowing'' your...

lt was Mort's idea!

Not to worry, my ring-tailed neighbor.

I've had a little attitude adjustment,

thanks to my visit up there.

Hey, thanks for the fish!

- So, we didn't go lunar?

- lt seems I forgot to carry the two.

And there's no such thing

as moon cat hospitality?

Looks like we have intruders, boys.

Commence Operation Hammerhead.

Excuse me, hammer whose head exactly?

That proves it, boys.

Penguins are smarter than mammals.

Really? We should have gone on

Are You Smarter Than A Lemur

when we had the chance.

Next year.

Hit it!

Cute and cuddly, boys!

Well, well. Trying to

bury a secret, Ms. Zookeeper?

Pity for you, penguins never sleep.

Penguins never sleep!

Look alive, men.

I've got my freak on for recon.

Whistling.

Awfully cheery for someone pushing

a suspiciously human-shaped sack,

- wouldn't you say?

- I don't know, Skipper.

Sometimes a good whistle makes me feel

like a pretty little butterfly.

Can the sweet talk, Private.

You know Rico has

gooey love mush sensitivity.

Looks like she's

burying the evidence, Skipper.

Above ground, standing up

in the busiest crossroads at the zoo.

Putting her gruesome

handiwork on display?

How sick is this woman?

Please no zombie, please no zombie.

No. lt's worse.

Hello, Mr. Robot Guide! Can you

tell me where to find the otters?

Otters that-a-way, lil' rangers!

Works like a dream.

Goodbye, annoying tour group questions.

lt's too horrible for words.

Except these ones.

The words I'm saying right now.

These are fine.

But anything else? No-go.

But, Skipper,

it doesn't look that horrible.

I like that fearless attitude, Private.

But only a fool could fail to see

the danger in this metallic invader.

Step to the sides that way now.

Can you not see

that I am coming through?

Metal wise man, show me,

who is the smartest of all creatures?

- Hey, that is right! Yes, me.

- Make the shiny man do magic again!

Now show me who has

the most attractive bottom.

Amazing! How does it know?

Take a look at our future, boys.

Phase two? Robot animals.

lt's a classic cost-cutting maneuver,

replacement and elimination.

But there's... one, two, three, four...

four things they didn't count on.

The war on robots starts...

Skip?

...now!

Come on, Rico.

These prissy party favors won't

take down that pile of evil robot steel!

What now?

That is just disturbing!

Dy-no-mite!

The classic time bomb bundle

with the LED countdown delay.

Maximum explodability matched

with maximum get-away-ability.

Rico, you're a mad genius.

That robo-zoo-guide

goes sayonara in half an hour.

- High noon.

- Skipper! Alice incoming!

Time to take your medicine.

There. That should keep

your lunch down where it belongs.

That dame is a riddle, wrapped in

mystery and dunked in nasty sauce.

OK, mission time.

Rico, re-regurgitate that time bomb.

Rico? Are you all right, buddy?

Skipper...?

''Gack Attack Anti-Vomiting Syrup.

We'll take the 'you' out of 'spew.' ''

Appetizing. Sorry, old boy.

Looks like you're plugged up

till the medicine wears off.

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