[bell chimes]
[brassy detective music]
Hit it! ♪ Hey-o! ♪
- ♪ Oh, hey-o ♪ - Yeah.
♪ Hey-o, hey ♪
♪ Hey-o ♪
[detective music]
[camera shutter snaps]
Cute and cuddly, boys.
[dramatic music]
Pop quiz, troops.
What can't we trust?
Three-day-old stir fry mung beans.
Right. What else can't we trust?
- Badgers? - What?
Maybe that's just me.
What I'm getting at is sometimes we can't trust
our own eyes.
- What do you see, Private? - Black nothingness, Skipper.
Perfecto.
Bravissimo, Private.
Rico, go time.
Yeah, yeah.
Stand down, man.
Tada.
Crudely done, but I admire your moxie.
All right, Kowalski. Feel it.
Hmm. 60/40 cotton-poly blend, with a nylon cross string.
Nice.
Kowalski, turn down the old think melon.
Otherwise...
- [yelps] - Catch my drift?
Listen to your gut.
Sorry, Skipper.
That's an anatomical impossibility.
'Walski, what would you do
if we actually were under attack?
- Guys, guys, guess what? - Heya!
Considering barometric pressure
and the coriolis effect,
a sunrise assault would be
- the best course of action. - Mm-mm-mm.
Um, excuse me.
What in the world are you guys doing?
I might ask you the same question.
Except for the guy part.
What are you doing sneaking about?
Was it--who's sneaking?
I'm just heading over to welcome our new neighbors.
No one's seen them yet.
Now I figure they're just shy. Wanna come with?
Not without proper recon, Marlene.
It could be death a thousand times over
in that new habitat.
Venomous vipers, bloodthirsty...
Badgers?
- Flying piranha. - Okay.
Yeah, piranha don't fly.
That's exactly what Manfredy
and Johnson said back in Ecuador.
We buried what was left of them with a teaspoon.
Right. Well, I think I'm gonna go ahead and risk it.
Yeah, but I do appreciate your raving paranoia.
Anytime, Marlene. Anytime.
I would love to join you
in the meeting of the neighbors,
but I am far too busy with--
Maurice, what am I far too busy with?
Posing for your royal portrait.
I'm an easel.
- Mort. - Yes?
Shut up a little, okay?
Okay.
Eh...
shouldn't my muscle parts be, you know, bigger?
Pumped a bit more, yes?
[gasps] Maurice, what is that hideosity?
That's Mort.
- Mort. - What?
What did I say?
Shut up a little?
Mm-hmm.
Why is Mort in the royal painting?
Paint him out now before my eyes smell him forever.
My eyes are still stinking of you.
Now go with Marlene and think about what you've done.
But I didn't--
ooh!
Ooh! Wee-hee-hee!
I was there, and now I'm here.
Uh, hello?
New neighbors.
Is it safe?
It's nice. A-a little humid.
And a lot dark and spooky.
I didn't notice.
Wha--? Okay, Marlene.
You're just letting Skipper's crazy talk get to you.
Uh, helloo?
New neighbors.
Welcome to-- [gasps]
Mort, did you see that?
No, I see nothing!
Hi. Is someone there? [rustling]
Anyone?
Flying piranha?
Look. Footy-prints.
I know these. They're--
Mort, no!
Whoa! No!
[shouts and screams]
You can do it, mate.
Don't think. Just use your instincts.
Right. Instincts.
En garde.
Wait. Which instincts should I use?
- Survival instinct? - Private.
Homing instinct? Social instinct?
Should have gone with survival.
Help! Help, help, help!
Help! Help!
What is with all the screaming craziness?
I am having troubles concentrating
on the beautifical portrait of myself.
The new neighbors, they took--they took Mort.
[loud whisper] He's gone.
[collective gasp]
Who's Mort?
Oh, my easel.
Right. I too am gasping in horror.
But on the inside.
Because, you know, I need that easel.
From the beginning, Marlene.
Give me every gruesome detail. I can take it.
Well, we felt like something was, you know, watching us.
Then Mort, he found these weird footprints.
And all of a sudden these squishy tentacles just shot down
and... [makes screechy noises]
Sucked him up, and he's gone.
Unknown hostiles with tentacles and feet.
Again? If I had a nickel for every time...
Okay. Describe the enemy's terrain.
It was jungly, so let's think, that could be--
they could be from where? South America?
Africa? Asia?
Maybe Australia?
You gotta focus, Marlene.
You just named four of the eight continents.
Uh, there are only seven continents.
I count Atlantis. Trust me, lemur.
If you had my security clearance, you would too.
Guys, we have to save Mort.
Perhaps we should open a back-channel negotiation.
Skipper, I do not think these are the kind of creatures
you can reason with.
Don't worry, Marlene.
Neither are we.
Huh. Secret panel.
Look at you. Impressive.
Rooster's in the hen house. Report.
- All clear. - All clear.
[booming]
[blathers]
Perimeter secure.
Hey. Not cool, dude.
Marlene, I told you to leave this to us.
No, you didn't.
In your mind, maybe. [pinging]
Movement in sector Victor Bravo.
[pinging and rustling]
Prepare to give this bogey a real New York welcome.
[pinging and rustling]
[cackles]
Hah.
Coming this way. Closing in.
Six yards, five, four, it's right on top of us.
Hello, neighbor!
Huh?
Ha ha! Thank goodiness you are here
to help my chunky monkey carry me.
I'm big-boned.
You're putting this mission in jeopardy.
State your business.
Why, of course.
I am here to give the new neighbors
the wondrous portrait of the wondrous king, me.
[growls]
Oh, yes,
and to get back my easel.
Eh, I mean Mort.
Skipper, look.
The tracks.
They're fresh. Kowalski, analysis.
Reptilian in origin.
Hang on. We've seen these tracks
back in Madagascar.
King Julien, they must be-- oowah!
Oh, yes, what Maurice was about to say was...
[muttering]
Ambush! Fall back, men. Fall back!
- Kowalski! - I'm coming, Private.
Kowalski!
Marlene! Which one do I save?
Think, Kowalski, think.
Now, don't think, man. Act.
Let's go. Rico.
Private's part of the team.
Then again, Marlene has vital information.
Of course, Private does owe me $5.
- Kowalski. - Kowalski!
No! Curse you, brain!
Kowalski, snap out of it. We're under attack.
I know.
I'm not gonna lie to you, boys.
Situation is critical.
Get a hold of yourself, soldier. Huh?
- [grunts] - Oh, well done, Rico.
Saddle up and stay low, gents.
I'm on point.
I'm not one for sappy speeches, men,
but the odds are that not all of us
are gonna make--aagh!
The precise odds are one in...
Skipper!
It's up to us, Rico.
Just me and... and...
and me.
I can't see. I can't think clearly.
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
Turn off the old think melon.
Use your instincts.
[blathers]
Right. My gut says to get my friends back.
Time to listen to that gut.
Even though technically a gut cannot vocali--
I'm doing it again.
[grunts]
Hmm?
Kowalski? Kowalski.
- Um, did I win? - Sure.
Symbolically.
Hey, pal. A little help.
It turns out the hostiles are friendlies.
Chameleons.
We were crazy with them back in the Madagascar.
Aren't they the cutest little jelly beans?
I just want to pinch it.
And will you look how they blend?
Wicked brilliant.
Thank you. I'll have Maurice paint you some wallet-sizes.
Uh. Uh-huh. Uh.
Oh, yeah, they're saying that they're sorry
about grabbing us up with their tongues and all that.
But it was the only way they could be inviting us all
to the party.
[laughs] Tongues tickle.
- You speak chameleon? - I've dabbled.
And here you listen with your eyes.
- So, it was all for nothing? - Not at all.
You learned to listen to your gut today.
But my gut said
the chameleons were killer carnivores.
But you heard your gut.
Even if it was dead-wrong,
you stand tall, Kowalski.
Yes. My gut rocks.
It's complicated.
[suspenseful music]
[music continues]
Well, I'm gonna see your salmon
and raise you two cod.
Mm, what's this game called again, Skipper?
Stomp the wombat.
Are you in or out, Kowalski?
[burps]
You know, in Tasmania cheating at stomp the wombat
is a capital crime.
- [chuckles] - [cackles maniacally]
That's funny. I didn't know we had
a hyena exhibit at this zoo.
We don't.
[collective gasp]
Bogey, 12:00.
Blend, boys, blend.
Hmm.
- [laughs hysterically] - [gasps]
Oh, all right, I better get you off to the hospital.
[cackles]
[gasps] Hello, Maurice.
Maurice, fill me in. Three words or less.
- Well, I... - No capiche; try four words.
- I don't think that... - Make it five.
If you would just listen...
Okay, I'm gonna give you six words,
but you're wasting valuable time here.
It's King Julien!
They just crated him off to the zoo hospital.
[cries] I need hug.
He was just sitting on his throne,
eating his favorite red lychee nuts and then...
he went full-speed loco.
All slobbery mouth and crazy red eyes.
So? Sounds like business as usual.
Oh, no. This was worse.
And he had this horrible laugh.
I'll never forget it.
[laughs maniacally]
You understand what I'm saying?
So how long until the royal pain recovers?
I don't know. I'm just an advisor.
There has to be someone for me to advise.
There has to be a king!
Ring-a-ding-ding, you're a king.
Me? Uh-uh.
I'm just the king's right-hand man.
And you know if the king's right-hand man becomes the man,
then the king's left with no right--
Listen up, soldier.
Until ringtail returns, someone's gotta step up,
take charge around here.
- But I-- - It's either you or sad-eye.
[sobs]
I guess it's on me to look after things.
But Julien will always be our one and only king.
There.
- Na-na-na-na-na-na-na. - Oo-whee.
We are looking dandy fine here, boy.
When King Julien comes home,
this place will be sparkly fresh.
He will be so happy.
Yeah, say it.
And we will be so tired. Ooh.
Ooh! Oh, no.
Can't just be sitting myself on the royal throne.
That would just be plain wrong.
Then again...
what's the harm?
Mort, be a buddy and blow some more air into our bounce house.
If it's no bother, of course.
Okay.
[blowing
Ooh!
Mm, you could see the whole zoo from up here.
Bet I could eat just one.
Mm. That's pretty tasty.
Maybe just one more.
Or two.
For the king.
Whoo.
[laughs maniacally]
- [whimpers] - [laughs maniacally]
This next game was invented
by double-jointed Hungarian acrobats
from the Munich circus.
[makes scary noises]
You lemurs aren't big on knocking, are you?
Silence!
I, Maurice, Supreme King of the lemurs--
ooh, that sounds good--
demand that all animals swear
their eternal loyalty to me, baby.
[cackles]
Or else!
Ha. Very funny, Maurice.
The whole power mad act is hilarious.
But we're in the middle of something here.
Help me.
Ah, that Maurice.
What a joker.
I don't know.
That did not exactly sound like jollity.
Did you see his eyes, Skipper?
"Or else," he says.
[laughs]
Or else what exactly?
Move it. Obey me, or suffer.
Oh.
Ah, all power lines run
directly under the lemur habitat.
Right next to these water pipes.
Theoretically--
Maurice has shut down power and water
to all the habitats.
He can control everything now.
Wow. My theory was just about jury-rigging
a giant makeshift hot tub.
This is much worse.
We are going in.
Rico, we don't have time to do this pretty.
Hee-hee.
Excelente.
Power and water controls at 6:00.
Here we go on three.
One, two--aah!
Three.
Well, the hot tub theory is officially dead.
What's your sick and twisted game, Maurice?
It's King Maurice,
ruler of all I survey.
Surrender to my supreme and mighty power.
[cackles]
Well, that's gonna be a bit of a problem.
You see, I don't know the meaning of the word surrender.
Surrender is a verb, Skipper.
It means to give up or yield...
oh, right.
Here. I'll do it myself.
I will force you to obey me.
You and what army?
Oh, that army.
Meet Bada and Bing,
personal body guards to the king.
- Bada. - And Bing.
- We'll crush. - Funny birds.
[laughter]
Rico, tell me you still have an ace up your sleeve.
- Skipper? - Wait for it.
They're getting away. They're getting away!
We got away. Hooray!
- [laughs maniacally] - Wait, that laugh.
Oy, it sounds just like the one
we heard the other night. It's just like--
That deranged ringtail, Julien.
[laughs maniacally]
Remember, men, we don't know
what kind of sorry shape he's in.
Prepare yourselves for the worst.
[laughs]
[whimpers]
[laughs]
Ah, visitors.
Welcome to my luxury spa/retreat/getaway palace.
Where's my candy?
You, but you--you're fine.
But of course.
I am eating my lychee nuts in one moment,
and then, boingo, I am here in the laps of luxury.
Life is funny that way.
Skipper, it's the nuts.
When red lychees go bad, they release an enzyme
that amplifies aggression in the brain.
The nuts make you nuts.
[grunts]
They gave me this tasty guava berry milkshake
and like that, I was feeling good all over.
Ah.
Ooh. The tropical fruit must counter the nutty enzymes.
Of course.
But if you are cured,
why are you still in the hospital?
Because this vibrating bed is awesome.
Listen up, lemur. Maurice ate those bad nuts.
He went off the deep end.
He's turned the lemur habitat into an armed fortress.
He's enslaved the entire zoo.
I cannot be believing my ears.
Maurice ate my lychee nuts!
Guava berry cure in aerosol form.
One whiff should do the job.
This way; I know a secretest way into my lemur kingdom.
- Ugh. - Boys,
desperate times call for desperate measures.
What are you waiting for, ringtail?
Who, me? I am going to be
taking the royal secret passage.
But if you'd rather the potty,
hey, far be it from me to keep a penguin from water.
See you later.
Wait, we didn't know...
[laughing maniacally]
I want those penguins found.
Where are they?
- Where? - Right here.
Your royal nutcase.
[spray aerosol]
[growls]
Ringtail, now.
Ha-ha!
The game is now very much being over, Maurice.
I, King Julien, the one most true glorious...
- Just do it. - What? What?
Am I not entitled to a brief, heroicish moment
in my--oof!
Hee hee hee.
Hey, you got the funny birds?
Yeah, you got the mouthy squirrel?
Over here.
I win! [laughs]
I'm the ultimate ruler of the--
[stammers]
Smell it, Maurice. Smell it up.
Mm. Guava berry.
Huh? Who would dare wear the sacred crown of King Julien?
Wait.
[gasps] It's me!
Yay!
I have no idea what any of these do.
I am calling your bluff
and raising you two of the pineapples.
I'm so embarrassed.
Did I really threaten to destroy you?
Oh, yes. On several occasions.
But it wasn't your fault.
It was the nuts.
Just be glad it's all over.
[laughs maniacally]
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