Episode 18 Miracle On Ice"
original air date 05/30/09
[statue clanking]
>. Stay frosty, men.
>. Rico.
>. [laughs] [gasps] [ice clanking] [moaning]
>. Ice is secure, Skipper.
[ice crackling]
>. Affirmative. commence operation frozen glory.
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>. Skipper, I hope this isn't insubordination, but I’m gonna wipe the ice with you.
>. I like your sass.
[bang!] [buzzer sounds]
>. Whoo-hoo! Strike!
>. Wrong sport, Rodent. Now get off our ice.
>. Oh, gee, bird, you don’t look happy to see us.
>. Well, we’re not, so why don’t you go crawl back into that sewer you call a home.
>. Can’t.
>. The pipes burst.
>. There’s a little too much sewer in the sewer, so we ain’t going nowhere.
>. Oh, that’s a double negative.
>. Make it a triple. You’re out of here. This is our base, our home.
>. Our hockey rink.
>. Hockey you say? Is that what these thingies are for?
>. The technical term is “hockey stick.”
>. And you’re holding it wrong.
>. Tell you what, how about we take you on in hockey?
>. You win, we leave.
>. We win, you leave.
>. Forget it. Hockey is our sport. Ice is our element. We’d slaughter you rookies.
>. Then what are you afraid of?
>. All right. Deal. Kowalski, outfit the sewer rats with the proper equipment.
>. Oh, that won’t be necessary. We brought our own gear.
>. Uh-oh.
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[bass-driven rock music]
>. Eh—oh.
[buzzer sounding]
both>. Goal!
>. [grunting]
[buzzer sounding]
>. [grunting]
[buzzer sounding]
>. [panting]
[buzzer sounding]
>. That’s game.
>. You… hustled us.
>. Oh, yeah. We did. Now, off our ice, losers.
>. We lost our ice.
>. It’s worse than that, Private. We lost our pride.
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[all shivering]
>. [shivering] Cold.
>. Mort, when it is freezy out, my royal feet are sensitive with a fearsomeness. You know this. [shivering]
>. All right, men, if we’re gonna win our ice back, we need to take our game to the next level.
>. Um, excuse me, what it the name of me do you think you are doing?
>. We’re commandeering your ice, ring tail. Kowalski, I’m open. Hit me.
>. This looks fun.
>.[sputtering]
>.nice grab, Rico.
>. Oh, I like this ice game. I declare we lemurs shall play too. Maurice, order us some uniforms, something in a mauvey with the tangerine sleeves but not too poofy. I’d like to maintain my masculinity.
>. Nugatory, our roster is full.
>. You do not want me to play?
>. Now you’re catching on.
>. You know, in the sporting teams, I was always picked last.
>. Isn’t that interesting? Kowalski, circle back and…
>. Skipper, maybe we should let Julien play. After all, it is his ice.
>. [whimpering]
>. [groans] Okay, show me what you got.
>. [laughs]
>. Ow.
>. It’s slippery.
>. [grunting]
>. Whoa.
>. Ha ha. I am natural. Admit it.
>. Well, that was… what’s the word I’m looking for?
>. [sputters]
>. Yeah, hat’s the one. Okay, boys, let’s work on defense.
>. Ah, ah, ah, you let me on your team or you go back to play on your own freezy ice.
>. Give me something else to break.
>. Well, of course you’re on the team, me little ring-tailed friend. You can…
>. Be our… cheerleader?
>. What is this cheerleader?
>. Only the most important position on the team.
>. Well, I am feeling pretty important today. Yesterday, mm-mmm, but today, yes. Tell me more.
>. Well, you’re the source of inspiration.
>. And no team can win without inspiration.
>. Well, I am very inspiring. Yes, I shall be your leader of cheers. Ooh, I am twittering with the excitement. What shall I do first? Tell me.
>. Leave us be so you could… you could cook up some really choice cheers.
>. Maurice, quick, get the pen and paper. I am feeling crazy with the inspiration.
>.[groans]
>. Okay, men, back to work. We’re gonna practice till we’re perfect.
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>.Hey, I’m open. I’m open. I’m…[screams]
[all grunting]
[buzzer sounding]
>. What?
>.that’s just a little sample of what we brought, rat. Rematch?
>. What do you say, boys? Should we give these birds another whooping?
[all laughing]
>. Yes, stupidy rats. We will be beating you in this hockey contest.
>. This clown with you?
>.Ha, you probably can’t even get the ball into the hoopy thingy.
>. It’s called a puck.
>. Oh, okay. Okay. You probably can’t even get the ball into the pick thingy.
>. Cheerleader, off the ice. Now.
>. You dummy rats shall never score a homely run.
>. You see, he’s the… we made this deal and… never mind. Let’s play.
[intense rock music] ♪ ♪
>. [laughs]
>. [grunting]
>. [buzzer sounding]
>. Goal!
Both>. ♪Every time you penguins score♪ It’s king Jullien we adore ♪
>. Bring me on.
>. You’re not supposed t ocher for yourself.
>. Oh, I’m not. They are.
>. [laughs]
>. [grunting]
>. Yo, rats, huddle up.
>. [panting] they’re killing us.
>. Those penguins got good.
>. Yeah, so we get bad.
[bass-driven rock music] ♪♪
>. Whoa. [screaming]
>. On a positive note, the porcupines were very apologetic.
>. Can you skate?
>. Sure. [screams]
>. You know, you ain’t got a full team, you forfeit. That means you lose.
>. Eggs and bacon, man. We don’t have another player.
>. Technically speaking, Skipper, that’s not entirely true.
All>. ♪ All, uh-huh ♪across the nation, uh-huh♪there’s a new, uh-huh ♪hockey sensation, uh-huh ♪ Julien, Julien, Julien ♪
>. Desperate times.
>. [gasps]
>. Congratulations. You’re in the game.
>. Hey, look, don’t expect me to do nothing but hold a stick and stand there.
>. That’s all we require.
[bass-driven rock music] ♪♪
>.[screams]
>. Kowalski, speak to me, man.
>. Just a knock on the old monkey bus.
>. Kowalski?
>. No need to paint. I’m as flopsy-faced as ever.
>. I don’t think you’re fit for duty.
>. Flibity jibit, man. I’m as juxtaposed as the next hamburger.
>. Oh, you’re down another player. Ready to call it quits, penguin?
>. Negative.
>.[laughs]
>.[whimpering]
>.[grunting]
>.[moaning] Medic.
>. Okay, it’s go time.
>. Skipper, maybe it’s time to admit we lost.
>. The moo sow may have a chocolate marshmallow.
>. No, we still have one player left. Rico, turn me.
>. Oh, no, without my all-important cheerful leading, how can the game be wined?
>. Turns out that cheerleading is really not so important to hockey.
>.[gasps] so the whole game did not rest on my regal shoulders?
>. Well, no, but it does now. Ring tail, this whole game has come down to you.
>. Then I shall not be letting you down. I shall only be letting you up. Make way for king Julien, champion hockey guy.
[bass-driven rock music] ♪♪
>. Hey, hey, hey, slow down. How am I to beat you if you do not slow down?
[buzzer sounding]
>. They’re scoring again. Defense!
>. Ah, ah, ah, ah, it must be a cheer. ♪defense de-fence♪ King Julien needs to play defense, rah♪
>. Which fence? I see no fence. Hey, hey, everybody, new rule. One player on the ice at a time. That way, I …[screams] you skated across the royal feet.
>. Your point is?
>. [stammering] Oh, here it comes. [stammering] None may touch the royal feet! None! [grunting]
>.[laughs] [grunts]
>.[grunting]
>.[grunting]
>.[grunting is slow motion]
>. No more. We give. We give.
>. Well, I’ll be a bicycle cream cone.
>. They did it, skipper. They…ow.
>. And that is shy none may touch the royal feet.
>. It’s true.
>. Well, there’s only one thing to do.
>.♪ All, uh-huh ♪
>.♪ Across the nation, uh-huh ♪
>. [grunting]
>.♪hockey sensation, uh-huh♪
all>. ♪Julien, Julien, Julien♪
>. Eh?
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