[The Penguins of Madagascar ]
Episode 2 " Launchtime "
original air date 03,28, 2009
[brassy detective music] ♪
>. Hit it. ♪hey-oh, yah, hah ♪ oh, hey-oh yeah. hey-oh yeah, oh-hey-oh ♪
[camera shutter clicks]
>. Cute and cuddly, boys.
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>. [snoring]
[alarm sounding]
Sk>. All hands! Intruder alert!
>. Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Ju>. Oh, hello, neighbor.
Sk>. Hey, those snack provisions are for authorized personnel only.
Ju>. Do not worry. It is only I, king Julien, who is borrowing your delicious food for my stomach. Yes, that is it. “Borrowing.”
Sk>. Mmph.
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all>. Hi-yah!
Sk>. And kick, punch, and chop , mulch, duck, spin, backflip, twirl, bob and weave, weave and bob, plie, punch, kick, and punch.
Pr>. Urk. Mmph.
Ju>. Hello, neighbor. Fore!
Sk>. Urgh.
Ju>. It is OK. I have 400 more golf balls where that came from.
Mo>. I like golf. I like flying.
Sk>. Oomph. Harrumph.
Mo>. I don’t like drowning.
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Ko>. Oh.
Sk>. Mmm.
[siren blaring]
Mau>. Look out. Coming through.
Sk>. What the?
Mo>. Hello. You’ve run out of juice.
Sk>. [growls]
Ju>. Oh, hello, neighbor.
Sk>. What are you do…
Ju>. Shh.
Sk>. But this is our home, our HQ, our inner sanctum. You can’t just…
Ju>. I can’t hear you. television too loud.
Mo>. [giggling]
Sk>.[growling]
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Sk>. Gentlemen, we need a vacation… vacation from that lemur.
Pr>. We could visit a zoo. They have pandas and hippos and lovely house of reptiles.
Sk>. Private, you do know we live in a zoo.
Pr>. But we could visit a different zoo.
Sk>. Rico. Kowalski, calculate the furthest trip possible from our present location.
Ko>. Climate?
Sk>. Unspecified.
Ko>. Elevation?
Sk>. Unimportant.
Ko>. Lemur population?
Sk>. 0.0%
Ko>. I’ve come up with two locations that fit our vacation parameters.
Computer>. Denmark.
Sk>. I can’t set foot in Denmark.
Pr>. Why not, Skipper?
Sk>. Well, that’s private, Private, between me and the Danes.
Ko>. Very well, that leaves one location.
Compuer>. The moon.
Sk>. Gentlemen, we are going to the moon.
Everyone>. [gasping]
Sk>. And no, there’s no zoo on the moon.
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Sk>. Well, we’ll never get to the moon at this rate. Let’s pick up the pace. Men, I present to you the penguin 1 .
Pr>. Is it safe, Skipper?
Sk>. Kowalski?
Ko>. Technically speaking, maybe.
Sk>. Say goodbye to earth, boys.
Pr>. But Skipper, earth has some of my favorite things, like cookies and oxygen…
Sk>. And brown paper packages tied up with string. Kowalski, light this candle.
Ko>. T-minus 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ignition.
[thunderous roar]
pigeon>. Yo, Max, do I look a little, I don’t know, chunkier to you? I mean, I been exercising and all, but no matter how I try, I can’t get rid of all this succulent, delicious dark meat. Psyche! [laughs] Hey, just give it up, hairball. You’ve never caught a bird in your life. Never have, never will.
Max>. [moans] Whoa. 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. [screams]
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Ju>. Hello? Neighbors? I would like to borrow your toothbrushes to scrub my hard-to –reach regions. If you agree, say nothing at all.
Mau>. I guess they agree.
Man on TV>. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Ju>. And as long as we are borrowing, how ‘bout a little television, Maurice?
Mau>. You mean big television… big and heavy.
Ju>. Mmm, good point. Let me think… Okay. My brain is saying that the king, which is me, should not have to life heavy things.
Mau>. Hmm.
Mo>. I like heavy lifting.
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Sk>. Welcome to the moon, boys. Lemur population, zip, zero, nada. Beautiful.
Ko>. Oxygen reading’s surprisingly high. Moon cheese content : disappointingly low.
Ri> Oh.
Sk>. Private, claim this rock in the name of…
Max>. Penguins? How did penguins get up here, when they… can’t fly. Thank you! Whoa!
Ko>. I’m picking up a possible alien life-form.
Sk>. Game on, boys. Disperse and investigate.
Pr>. Skipper? Hello? Aliens? [whimpers] Ooh, a moon rock. Oh, it’s just a baseball hat flew all the way to the moon.
[ponk!]
Pr>. Yaah! Oh, hello.
Max>. greetings, my little friend. Excuse me, are you a penguin?
Pr>. Why, yes, I am.
Max>. A flightless bird? That means no flapping, no flying, no resistance. [laughs menacingly] [coughs]
Sk>. Kudos, Private. You’ve discovered an alien life-form.
Max>. A buffet!
Ko>. Skipper, this alien is oddly catlike in structure.
Sk>. A moon cat, eh?
Max>. Moon cat?
Sk>. Greetings, moon cat. We come in peace… for now.
Max>. you really think that you’re on the moon.
Ko>. Affirmative.
Max>. Well, good, because you are. Definitely. You’re on the moon. Welcome to the moon.
[helicopter chopping]
Max>. Uh-oh! They spotted the crash! They want to take you away.
Sk>. Who exactly is “they”?
Max>. Uh, the, uh, the evil moon warriors.
Sk>. We can take ‘em.
Ko>. [growls]
Max>. But that beam is their death ray.
Sk>. Death ray? Bring it on!
Max>. Look, I refuse to let anything happen to you guys. You’re coming with me.
Pr>. And to think, he just met us.
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Mo>.[grunting]
Ju>. Poor Mort. Here, let me help you. lift with your legs! Your tiny, tiny legs!
Mau>. You know, your majesty, I thought for sure the penguins would have this place booby trapped.
Mo>. Augh! [bawling]
Ju>. Mort, I am starting to think you’re not taking this job seriously. Hmmm.
Mo>.Augh!
Ju>. Maurice!
Mau>. Hang on.
All>. [yelling]
Ju>. Ha-ha!
[thud!]
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Sk>. Moon cat, I’m touched by your hospitality.
Max>. Yeah. Well, It’s time to eat!
Pr>. And now he’s making us a meal. You, sir, are a model of kindness.
Max>. [knocking] Oh, my. Do you hear that? They’re coming. You better use my teleportation machine to hide.
Ko>. Teleportation? That’s pure science fiction.
Max>. Which is exactly why I’ve had to disguise it as a microwave oven. It’s top secret.
Ko>. Camouflaged? Well-played.
Pr>. [bonk! bonk! bonk! bonk! bonk! bonk! bonk! bonk! bonk! ]
Pr>. It’s a bit of a squeeze.
Max>. maybe if you too off the helmet.
Ko>. This moon cat opened his home, his heart, and his top secret technology to us.
Ri>. Uh-huh.
Sk>. Ten four on that. He’s downright neighborly.
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Ju>. Hello, neighbor. Hello, neighbor. Hello, neighbor.
Sk>. [yelling]
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Sk>. You know, Kowalski, maybe I need to sign on to moon cat’s god neighbor policy.
Max>. Forget the microwave!
Pr>. You mean teleportation device?
Max>. Whatever. No more fooling around. It’s time…
Sk>. Moon cat is so right. We can’t fool around on the moon any longer. It is time… time to go home.
Max>. Wait. What? [screams]
Sk>. Thanks for everything, moon cat. Rico, gift him.
Ri>. Fwat!
Max>. Food? For me? No one’s ever, ever given me a gift before. [sobbing] Sorry.
Sk>. You’re quite welcome.
Ko>. T-minus 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ignition.
[thunderous roar]
Sk>. Kowalski, status report.
Ko>. I am randomly pushing buttons while we spin out of control, Skipper.
Sk>. Can I push one? I’d feel better.
Ri>. [snoring]
Ko>. Prepare for splashdown.
[crunch!]
Ko>. Or crash down, as it were.
[foomp!]
Ju>. Oh ho. Hello, trap-happy penguins. We were just “borrowing” your… oh, it was Mort’s idea.
Mo>. Uh-oh.
Sk>. Not to worry, my Ringtailed neighbor. I’ve had a little attitude adjustment, thanks to my visit up there.
Max>. Hi, thanks for the fish!
Sk>. So we didn’t go lunar?
Ko>. It seems I forgot to carry the two.
Sk>. And there’s no such thing as moon cat hospitality?
Ri>. Hmm-mm.
Sk>. Looks like we have intruders, boys. Commence operation hammerhead.
Ju>. Excuse me, hammer whose head exactly?
Ri>. Fwat!
Together>. Hi-yah!
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