[The Penguins of Madagascar ]Episode3 ” Haunted Habitat”

Episode3 ” Haunted Habitat”

[skittering music] ♪♪

Chimps>. [snoring]

Mau>. [snoring]

Sk>. And rollover. On my mark, now.

[woman screams]

Sk>. Code red.

Ko>. Hiyah!

Ri>. Hen-heh.

Pr>. Hoo-hoo!

[adventurous music] ♪♪

Together>. Hiyah!

Mar>. What?

Sk>. Kowalski, analysis.

Ko>. Subject: Marline. Species: otter. Sound…

Ri>. [screams]

Mar>. Okay, I can explain the scream.

Sk>. Private, what do you make of the victim’s scream?

Pr>. I don’t know, Skipper. Perhaps she had a fright.

Sk>. Interesting theory, but how can we prove it?

Pr>. Darling, did you have a fright, then?

Mar>. Uh, Yes, but I’m fine now, so you guys can go back to sleep. Night-night.

Sk>. We can’t just leave a helpless victim in her time of need.

Mar>. Who’s a helpless victim?

Ju>>. What is all he commotion? I was having a dream where I’m he last mammal on earth.

Mo>>. Was I in it?

Ju>>. Yes, but you were roadkill.

Mo>>. But I was in it!

Sk>>. Otter hysteria. Marlene probably saw her own shadow.

Ko>>. Mm-hmm-hm=hmm.

Ju>>. Six more weeks of winter, everyone!

Mar>>. A weird noise woke me up. Okay? That’s all. I am not a hysterical, helpless victim. And we don’t need to turn this into some kind of commando operation.

Sk>>. Private, recon. Kowalski, perimeter check.

Ko>>. Scanning for weird noises, Skipper. Wait, I’m getting something.

Ri>>. [belches]

Ko>>. Woo..

Pr>>. Perhaps it was just a bad dream?

Mar>>. No. no, this was real, and real loud. It was like, like, a ghostly moan.

Mo>>. Oh, no. What it… what if… what if it was a ghost?

Ko>>. Then you can touch the ghost’s feet.

Ko>>. Rumor has it that the previous occupant of this habitat did disappear.

Pr>>. Under mysterious circumstances.

Mar>>.Ugh, he was transferred to Toledo.

Mo>>. Toledo!

Sk>>. Ohio.

Mo>>. Waaaauugh! Oh!

Ju>>. As king, it is in my power to command any and all spooky spirits to get the heck out. Do it, Maurice.

Mau>>. Okay. How.

Ju>>. Oh, Maurice, what am I going… fine. This will require a tremendous amount of dancing skill. Look out.

Mau>>. Give him some room, folks. Trust me.

Mo>>. Oh!

[percussive, tribal music]

Ju>>. ♪ oh, spirits of the night ♪ who may or may not bite ♪ you bring the otter fright ♪ you bring the otter fright ♪ though you are out of sight ♪ go away, go way ♪

Mau>>. ♪ go way away ♪

Ju>>. ♪ I say don’t stay♪ I say don’t say ♪

Mau>>. ♪ go way, go way ♪

Ju>>. ♪ go way away ♪

Ju>>. ♪ I say don’t stay ♪

Mau>>. ♪ I say don’t stay ♪

Ju>>. ♪ go way, go way ♪

Mau>>. ♪ go way away ♪

Ju>>. ♪ I say don’t stay ♪

Mau>>. ♪ I say don’t stay ♪

Ju>>. ♪ go way, go way ♪

Sk>>. Come on, men. Let’s leave this to the tiny dancer and get us some shut-eye.

Ju>>. My ghost Mojo is working. Can you feel it?

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Pr>>. Do you suppose Julien’s singing really scared away the ghost? Skipper?

Sk>>. Sempre alerta, Private.

[woman screams]

Sk>. Our turn, boys. Commence operation our turn.

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[adventurous music]

Sk>>. Talk to me, Kowalski.

Ko>>. These readings are off the charts.

Sk>>. Well, get bigger charts. Take it out of petty cash.

Mar>>. Do you ever knock, or…

Ko>>. Such pleasantries would only slow us down.

Pr>>. We do pride ourselves on our rapid response.

Mar>>. Okay, yes, I heard the ghost again. Yes, I screamed again. No, I don’t need you guys on guard duty.

Ju>>. Obviously, this is a new ghost, since the old ghost was just eliminated by me, your king.

Sk>> your little song and dance did bubkes.

Ju>>. Oh, and what did you do? Double bubkes. So shut up.

Sk>>. Rico.

Ri>>. Fwat!

Sk>>. I meant see them out. It’s penguin time.

Ri>>. Oh.

Ju>>. Fine, have at it. You will come back begging, and I will say, “maybe I help, but maybe not.”

Sk>>. Skipper’s log, 0200 hours. All is quit. Little too quiet. The temptation of warm, soft slumber. It’s almost too much to bear. [clank!] [snoring]

Together>>. Hiyah!

Sk>>. Marlene. Marlene. Marlene!

Mar>>. Aaaaagh!

Sk>>. At ease, marline, at ease.

Mar>>. Hoo, I was dreaming of screaming. Huh. Weird.

Ko>>. It appears that the ghostly death rattle is coming from your own respiratory system.

Mar>>. Oh, well, yeah, of course. Can somebody just spit it out in English?

Ri>>.[snores]

Mar>>. Snoring? I don’t snore.

[recorded snoring]

Sk>>. Mystery solved. You spooked yourself.

Mar>>.That’s not the scary sound.

Sk>>. Oh, come on. It’s bloodcurdling.

[deep shining moan]

Mar>>. That’s the sound.

Ko>>. The ghostly moan appears to be coming from down here.

Pr>>. From the sewer? Eww.

Sk>>. [grunting] No dice. It’s knock-knock time, Rico.

Ri>>. Fwat!

Mar>>. Isn’t that kind of, um, extreme?

Sk>>. No, two sticks of dynamite would be extreme. This’ll just let the specter know we mean business.

[explosion] clang!

Mar>>. Anything?

Sk>>. Nugatory. Nada. Zippo.

Mar>>. I’m telling you, there is something…

Together>>. Oh!

Pr>>. Skipper!

Together>>. Oh!

Sk>>. [coughing] Are you my mommy?

Mar>>. Skipper, are you okay?

Sk>>. Never better. Skipper’s log. Through mysterious means, I’ve escaped the watery doom.

Mar>>. It wasn’t mysterious, it was me.

Sk>>. Marlene, please. The Skipper’s log is no place for flights of fancy.

Mar>>. [growls]

Sk>>. I have entered the mysterious realm of the specter.

[toilet flushes]

Mar>>. It’s the sewer.

Sk>>. Haunted sewer. Kowalski, give me options.

Ko>>. I’ve, uh, come up with some options. Anybody want to hear them?

Pr>>. Okay, why not?

Sk>>. It’s just you and me, Marlene.

Mar>>. I say we do some recon. I’ll take the point.

Sk>>. But I usually take the point. Hey, wait up.

[splashing sounds]

Mar>>. What was that? Oh, okay, that’s just great.

Sk>>. Here, you take the recorder. Let me see that flashlight. Sometimes, it just requires the magic touch. There we go. Ah, who needs it. It was just giving away our position to the enemy.

Mar>>. About that enemy, um, I’m starting to think it’s not a ghost.

Sk>>. And why is that?

>>. [snarling]

Sk>>. My golly, you’re right. That’s no ghost. Clearly, that’s some sort of humongous sewer monster!

Retreat!

[recording snoring]

Sk>>. Some kind of monster from the darkest abyss.

Together>>. Aaah!

>>. [snarling]

Sk>>. Back up. I’m gonna need a perimeter.

[recording snoring]

Mar>>. It’s afraid! Afraid of me?

Sk>>. Marlene, what are you doing? Huh?

>>. [shrieks] Aaah, oh, guys, guys, help me. Save me from the monster!

Sk>>. What do you know? He’s just a gator.

Mar>>. Yeah, so makes monster sounds.

>>. No, nuh-uh, the monster is all [imitates snoring] . oh, it’s terri… it’s horri… I’m just…oh!

Sk>>. Back up a minute, uh…

Ro>>. It’s Roger.

Sk>>. Right. Roger. Do you hear this monster around the same time every night?

Ro>>. Ooh, how’d you know?

Sk>>. From up above?

Ro>>. Yes! You heard it too?

Sk>>. Roger that, Roger. I want you to meet your monster, also known as Marlene.

[recorded snoring]

Ro>>. Oh, that’s it! Ah! That’s the monster.

Sk>>. At ease, Roger. She’s actually very nice. Ooh, aren’t you boys tardy to the party. Marlene and I have the situation under control.

………………………………………..

Ro>>. So the Friedman’s youngest, Benny, picks me up on vacation in Florida, uh-huh. They were visiting their nanny in Tampa, but that’s neither here nor there.

Sk>>. Uh-huh.

Ro>>. I was just a baby at the time, but you know, you change, you grow. Next thing you know, you’re flushed down the toilet.

Ko>>. Fascinating.

Sk>>. Actually, it’s not as bad as you think.

Ko>>. Lucky break you went down there to rescue Marlene, isn’t it, Skipper?

Sk>>. Actually, Kowalski, I didn’t so much rescue Marline as… well, let’s just say. Next time I find myself caught in the swirling currents of raw sewage, I hope that Marlene is at my side.

Mar>>. Aw, that’s so sweet. I think.

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Mo>>. But I don’t want yo go into the haunted place.

Ju>>. Be brave, Mort. Like me.

Ro>>. Hello.

Ju>>. [shrieks] Aaaaah!

Ro>>. What’s the matter with the guy in the funny hat?

Sk>>. I wish I knew, Roger. I wish I knew.

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[The Penguins of Madagascar ] Episode 2 "Launchtime "

[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.

………………………………

>. [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]

………………………………………..

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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[dramatic music] ♪♪

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.

…………………………………

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.

…………………………………

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!]

…………………………………..

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]

……………………………………….

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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[The Penguins of Madagascar]Episode 18 "Miracle On Ice"

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.

..................................................................................

>. 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.

………………………………………………………………

[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.

……………………………………………………….

>.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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[The Penguins of Madagascar ] Episode 17 "Go Fish "

Episode 17 "Go Fish " [The Penguins of Madagascar ] original air date 05/30/09
[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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>. Feed the penguins. Two bucks. [sighs] Animals.
>. Now, Skipper?
>. Not yet, Private. You got to play hard to get, make ‘em beg for it.
>. Over here.
>. Hey, penguins.
>. Over here.
>. Entertain me.
>. I’m beginning to sense restless hostility from the crowd.
>. We’re going to lose them.
>. Okay, commence adorable high jinks. Go. Go. Go.
>. Executing waddle with odd but somehow strangely endearing body shakes.
[grunting]
all>. Aw.
>. Pretending to lose my balance and face-plant into the pool now.
all>. Aw.
>. I call belly slide duty. Let’s make it extra cute and cuddly today, boys.
all>. Aw. Aw. Aw. Aw. Aw. Aw.
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>. [laughs]
>. And yeah. Perfect. Look how beauteous you are. Oh, and this apple here is looking pretty good too. Mm. Mm. No.
[cheers and applause ]
>. [spits] Not feeding the penguins time. How am I supposed to enjoy my breakfast with all of savage, fishy -smelling fishes assaulting my kingly senses? Maurice? The royal nose clamp.
>. [cooing]
>. There. That should do the trick.
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all>. Aw.
>. Kowalski, irresistibility reading.
>. The crowd’s appetite for our enamoring antics is reaching optional levels.
>. Beautiful. Hit them with tail wags. No mercy.
all>. Aw!
>. And cease tail wagging. Always leave them wanting more.
[all cheering]
>. We did it.
>. Fish are incoming. Three, two…
>. Wake up your taste buds, boys.
>. What are these?
>. So 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 ore bad fishy?
>. Definitely bad fishy, sir.
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>. [sniffing] That’s strange. There’s no fish stank. Nothing.
>. [sniffing] 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?
>. It appears to be some kind of molecular soy composite, Skipper.
>. We’re supposed to eat this chow?
>.[grunting] Hi. Oh.
>. We’re penguins, man. We need fish, real fish.
>. Technically, these cakes do meet our nutritional requirements.
>.[sniffing] Okay, boys, let’s give it a shot.
>. Ding!
>. Ding!
>. Ding!
>. Boing!
[all gagging]
>. Maybe it’s more of an acquired taste, Skipper.
>. Right. We go again…
[all gagging]
>. And again.
[all gagging]
>. And again.
[all gagging]
>. And again.
[all gagging]
>. Abort. Abort.
[all moaning]
>.This has got to be some sort of freak experiment, a one-time thing, right?
>. [retching]
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>. We’re charming.
>. We’re lovable.
all>. Aw.
>. We’re hungry… for real fish.
>. [gagging]
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>. Aw, three days, and I loving this life, baby. No fish fumes fuming from the fish eaters. [laughs]
[lips smack] [gagging] You see, Mort, I am so happy, I forgot for a second how disgusting you are. Look at you.
>. Hi.
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>. Fish, fish. [gasps] Fish.
>. 67 hours without the succulent, salty tang of the sea. He can’t take much more.
>. Neither can I.
>. 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.
[smack!]
>. Oh.
[smack!]
>. Ooh.
[smack!]
>. Oh.
[smack!]
>. Ooh.
[smack!]
>. Oh.
[smack!]
>. Ooh.
>. This, gentlemen, is our target. One standard rest…
[smack! Smack!]
>. Ooh.
>. One standard restaurant-grade fish truck. Where are we on cracking this code, Kowalski?
>. Oh, it’s fiendishly clever inscription, Skipper.
>. Well, I’ve secured the services of a specialist for aerial surveillance.
>. I get a cut of the haul, right?
>. You’ll get your fair share, Pinky.
>. Mm-mmm.
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>. 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.
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>. This is winter one. I am up and operational. Target is on the move. Repeat, target is on the move.
>. Roger that, winter one. We are southbound, approaching rendezvous.
[tires squealing]
[static buzzing]
>. Target turning east onto 23rd street. Eye in the sky is a go. 34 seconds until fish.
[tires squealing ]
>. Prairie dog blue and prairie dog red are in position.
>. Roger, t-minus five, four, three, two, one. Stopping target.
[light buzzing] [tires squealing]
>. You are go for insertion. Go fish. [sputtering] [screams] [engine revs] [torch crackling]
>. Private, I want confirmation that there is food on that vehicle.
[animals growing]
>. That’s affirmative, but it looks like the food is us.
[dogs baking]
>. Ah, Skipper! Help!
>. Hang on, prairie dogs. Kowalski, keep your eyes on the target.
[tires squealing]
>. I am locked on, Skipper.
[dogs barking]
>. [moaning]
>. This is wiener 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 momma nature built us. Now, who wants to spit in the eye of momma nature? That’s what I thought. We are go for operation.
>. Target is turning right onto Broadway. I am sending it to extraction point.
[light buzzing] [tires screeching]
>. Locked.
>. Uh-uh. [gagging] [grunting]
>. We’re in.
>. [gurgles]
[lights crackling] [torch crackling]
>. Job well done, boys.
>. We have enough fish to last forever.
>. Fish. Fish. ♪Fish♪
>. One small problem. We got not allow for you to return to eating the savage-smelling, four-fuming fishy fish. [snaps]
>. [grunting]
>. 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 he crates with the real fish while yours are filled with only the phony fish cakes, so ha-ha-ha-ing.
>. [grunting]
>. Oh, nice try, ring tail, 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.
>. Ah, but I was expecting you to be expecting that, so we switcheroo-ed the crates on the pier before the fish got loading onto the truck.
>. It doesn’t really matter, because I just switched these crates during your last flashback.
>. Well, I switched them while you were saying that you switched them.
>. And 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.
>. Ah, but what you didn’t see coming is that I am actually you.
all>. [gasps]
>. Okay, 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?
>.[grunting]
>. Fish cakes? They’re all the phony fish cakes.
>. Aha, so I am the winner. Right? I think so. Eh…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.
>. Huh?
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>. Suckers.