[brassy detective music]
♪ ♪
[hawk cries]
[wind whistling]
[western music]
♪ ♪
[sawing]
[gasps]
[grunting]
Rico, weapons check.
[clanging and crashing]
Kowalski, intelligence.
Substantially above average, but I don't like to brag.
Oh, the map. Right here.
Private, snack cakes.
Swiss delight, nilla cream, and a peanut butter Winky.
All right, men, let's move in.
Private, dibs on the peanut butter Winky.
[brassy detective music]
♪ ♪
Easy does it, men. This could well be a trap.
Rico.
[cash register chimes]
Well played, Skipper.
It seems Dr. Blowhole isn't as smart
as he thinks he is!
I don't think the peanut butter Winky made it, Skipper.
Curse you, Blowhole!
Ah!
[dolphin crying]
[suspenseful music]
[heavy breathing]
Blowhole.
Well, peng-you-ins, we meet once again.
Well, well, Blowhole, it's been a long time.
Well, well, well, too long.
Well, well, well, well--
Enough!
I suppose you are wondering why it is
that I have laid a ridiculously complicated trap for you.
Actually, yes, I am.
Why tell when I can show?
You'll appreciate this, Kowalski.
I have installed a lair theater system,
high definition with surround sound.
Extremely spendy.
Oh, why do the bad guys always get the good stuff?
Hey, hey, hey, eyes on the big screen. See?
Delicious dipped in butter. What's your point?
Now imagine if this crustacean had an exoskeleton of...
shiny metal.
Peng-you-ins, I present...
[deep voice] Chrome claw.
Mmm, did you feel that subwoofer?
Oh, he's just rubbing my face in it.
Without you peng-you-ins around to foil my plans,
I will unleash...
Chrome claw.
On an unsuspecting world.
With this mutant monster at my side,
I will rule land and sea.
[laughs]
[groans] Whoa.
Um, back up to that "without you" part, please.
I get the gist. Rico.
[retching]
[mechanical whirring]
Uh-oh.
[guns cocking]
We got us a laser show, boys.
Who's foiled now?
[blasting]
Foiled?
Private, snack cakes.
Is this really the time to--
Private.
[metallic blasting]
[exciting music]
- Say what? - Kowalski.
[grunting]
Aspirate Swiss delight, bottlenose.
[splashing]
You have seen the last of Dr. Blowhole.
Good. Run.
Oh, you think--right.
I mean, this is the last you will see of anything.
[cackles]
Oh.
[deep voice] Self-destruct in--
Five seconds. That's right.
We had only five seconds.
But we escaped with half a second to spare.
- It was a ripping adventure. - Oh.
Oh, so a dolphin supervillain.
No, I totally believe you.
No, really, Marlene.
He's our archenemy, pure evil,
with skin that's surprisingly pleasant to the touch.
Look, I've got the mission file to prove it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa.
That's top secret, Private.
Eyes only. My eyes.
I'm not even sure about your eyes,
let alone her eyes.
Actually, Skipper, these files are declassified now.
Pinhead pencil pushers.
They have no idea.
Oh, they're--they're nice.
Look, I know you guys do your commando thing around here,
and you do it, you know, well.
But come on, I mean, secret lairs?
Chrome claw? Super spy stuff?
Oh, please.
Did you say spy?
[giggling] I'm a spy.
I've been spying on you this whole time.
I could have a fancy spy car
that can shoot things out of the headlights.
No, fog lights.
They won't expect that.
You, ringtail?
Facing the likes of Dr. Blowhole?
He's pure evil,
with skin that's surprisingly pleasant to the touch.
You wouldn't last five minutes.
[bell tolls]
Oh, dear, we're open.
[gate creaks]
[kids giggling]
I still say I could be a spy guy.
[muffled groaning]
What?
If this is a ploy to get to the royal feet,
it's very clever, but ineffective.
[muffled groaning]
What is that on you anyway?
You smell like the fish weed.
[muffled groaning]
Whoa! Who the hecks are you?
Noooo!
[children laughing]
- Private. - Sorry, Skipper.
I'm not feeling very cute or cuddly today.
Oh, stop. You're always cute
and cuddly, and you know it.
I'm just cheesed that
Marlene doesn't believe in Dr. Blowhole.
Better that she doesn't, Private.
Imagine if she blabbed
and that mad doctor discovered our secret zoo HQ.
[electronic beeping]
[suspenseful music]
Dr. Blowhole,
satellite targeting has a lock on the enemy.
And they are subway convenient.
[laughs] Excellent work, red one.
Prepare peng-you-in transmission.
Peng-you-ins.
I have found you.
Blowhole.
Where is he?
Greetings, my flightless foes.
Oh, he's only on the TV.
Get off of our TV.
I have been spying on you peng-you-ins for months
with state-of-the-art lookie-loo technology.
Always gets the good stuff!
Yeah, he's, uh--he's fine. Go on.
Uh, right.
Anyway, I have unmasked your Achilles heel, Skipper,
your greatest vulnerability,
aside from the flightlessness.
You fiend!
You've cut off the peanut butter Winky supply lines.
What? No. But somebody write that down.
[snapping]
I have struck the cruelest blow of all.
I assure you, Skipper, your world will be rocked.
Life will be drained of meaning.
For I have captured...
your best friend!
Help!
[laughs]
Ringtail?
I have been kingnapped
by ninja shellfish.
This is outrageous.
And a little embarrassing, quite frankly.
You think he's my best friend?
Oh, Skipper, don't play coy with me.
My brain is bigger than your whole body.
Look at you two.
Obvious BFFs.
Kowalski, decode.
Buffalo firefighter? No.
Baby fat flinger? No.
Ah. Best friends forever.
You're stark raving mad.
Not you, Kowalski, him.
Hey, let's not be making him madder.
This time, I will triumph.
Just try and stop me,
and your fuzzy little buddy sleeps with the fishes.
[cackles]
Uh, technically, fish don't sleep so much as rest.
You'd think a dolphin would know that.
Unless he means--ooh.
Can you believe that Blowhole?
"Fuzzy little buddy."
You and Julien do spend a good bit of time together.
- Quality time. - Mm-hmm.
Ringtail and I are not friends.
Case closed. That said, let's go rescue him.
- What? It's the penguin way. - [stifled giggling]
A penguin never leaves his fuzzy little buddy behind.
You'll find sarcasm is more effective
if you don't giggle it out like a naughty schoolgirl, Private.
- Right, sir. - One thing doesn't add up.
If Julien is missing,
why hasn't anybody actually missed him?
[brassy detective music]
Whoa, Skipper. Why so jumpy?
- Mort? - What?
Why is he letting you touch his feet?
It's not because he's a fake King Julien.
You know, come to think of it,
the king has been a little low maintenance.
Mort, is there something you haven't told me?
Only that ninja lobsters tied me in kelp
and replaced the real King Julien
with this one that lets me touch his feet.
- Why? - Hmm, is that all?
[laserlike whirring]
Glowing red eyes?
That's almost never good.
[boing]
[dings] [boom]
My car!
[yelling]
Yay--ow!
[electric zapping]
Kowalski, run a trace.
Picking up salty sea air, roller coaster grease,
and all-beef wiener... [slurps]
With mustard.
Coney Island.
Subway convenient, at least.
No. They'll be expecting that.
Commence butt wiggling now. Wiggle butt.
Carbonation agitation reaching critical level.
And lift off.
[explosion]
[whooshing]
[cackles] Ah, ah, ah.
[laughs]
[laughing]
Question: Why are we laughing?
Question: How did the prisoner escape?
The prisoner escaped? Is he dangerous?
No, and apparently, he isn't very bright.
Oh, I know the type.
So let's talk.
[both yelling]
I can't see!
Then I will be your eyes.
Turn left. Turn right.
Then do a loopy move.
Get off me!
[tires screeching]
[crashes]
Ah, see? We make an excellent team.
- What? - I am willing to overlook
your fishiness.
A dolphin is not a fish.
I am all mammal, I assure you.
If you say so, fishy face.
No, really. Why do you think I have this hole in my head?
Oh, yeah, I was trying not to stare at that.
To breathe. Oxygen. Mammal.
Then you and I are much alike.
Oh, please.
Lobsters.
Ow! You're poking me.
Can't help it, doc.
Yoo-hoo. My hands are all soft.
And, oh, look at that. What is this?
Thumbs, two of them.
They make my hands handy for picking things up.
Fine.
[grunting]
Ooh, your skin is surprisingly pleasant to the touch.
Always make time to moisturize.
So I have a proposal for you.
Not the marriage kind of proposal,
a different kind.
Hold that thought.
[squeals rhythmically]
I'm on top of it, doc.
[engines whooshing]
[brassy detective music]
♪ ♪
Ooh, the splash zone.
Good seats.
[splat]
Come on, come on. Boss man needs a treat.
Ow!
[chomping]
Uh-huh.
[splat]
Nice work. Let's find ringtail.
There he is.
Hello, slap-happy penguins.
He doesn't look very captured, does he?
Not even a little.
That would be a horrible way to treat my partner...
- In crime. - [cackling]
[dramatic music]
The king. The king's feet.
The king's feet must be saved.
Mort, I'm telling you, you got to chill, man.
[groaning]
- The penguins are on the case. - Bah.
The king needs me.
Hup.
Whee!
[grunts] Huh?
[cackling]
I am so glad you could all be here to witness history.
I am of course especially pleased
that my flightless foes graced us with their presence.
Wouldn't miss it for the world.
There's nothing good on telly tonight anyway.
Well, Private, here's a little show I whipped up.
- It's called... - [deep voice] Ring of fire.
It is fitting that I have returned
to the very aqua theater
where I performed tricks for the dullard humans.
Oh, how it made me bitter.
Sorry, did he say bitter or better?
Hard to say; the sound really bounces around in here.
Well, that would be the high ceilings.
My humiliation in the ring of fire
became my inspiration.
In the frozen north, we have constructed
a vast circle of absurdly pricey devices
that tap into the heat of the earth's core.
[crumbling and whirring]
♪ ♪
- Oh, come on. - Do you mind?
I'm just getting to the good part.
It's really quite a shocker.
It's so obvious.
Humiliated by the humans.
Activate the ring of fire.
Melt the artic.
[babbling sounds]
Well, how did we do, punk?
You're in the ballpark.
Oh.
And then the planet's water levels will rise
and rise, and then...
jet skis for everybody.
No.
Then I will have my revenge
because the humans will be jumping through hoops.
Oh. Well, can I have a jet ski then?
You know we're gonna stop you.
You can try.
But this time, I have an army of crustacean warriors.
[all cheering]
Yeah, we can take 'em.
Oh, really, Skipper?
Give us all you peng-you-ins got.
[all cheering]
So they cut down 10, 20 lobsters.
We've got more lobsters!
[all cheering]
Wait, wait, woah, wait a minute.
[growling]
[beeping]
How can the penguins do anything?
They are thoroughly trapped.
Trust me. They never stay trapped.
Don't lose hope, boys.
Sometimes all it takes is one lucky serendipitous break.
Aaahhh!
[splat]
The king's feet must be free!
I took the subway.
Mort, I am not even a prisoner.
Oh, and by the way, not the feet.
Whee!
Ow-wee!
[electronic whirring]
Nice work, sad eyes.
See? See? This is what I'm talking about.
Lobsters, attack!
[exciting music]
♪ ♪
Ah!
[grunting and groaning]
- [gasps] - Lobster pile!
[snapping and shouting]
[grunts]
Hmm. [giggles]
[clanks, zaps]
[rapid beeping]
[boing]
[cracking]
You have to understand, he's just such a freak.
[humming and beeping]
Whoa! Yai!
[deep voice] Ring of fire activated.
You fiend.
Ha. You know it.
Come, fellow evil mammal.
Join me and bask in our victory.
Ooh, I do like basking.
[tires squealing]
This is Chuck Charles coming to you live
from the Arctic Circle,
where these mysterious and sinister towers
have erupted from underground.
Apparently, these towers tap directly
into the Earth's core. [helicopter whirring]
[yelling] And they form a giant--
[clears throat] Sorry.
They form a giant circle around the North Pole.
This can only be described as...
a hoop of heat.
Ring of fire!
I do not like this show.
Me neither.
Let's pull the plug.
Oh, Skipper, you have more urgent matters to deal with.
Like what?
Like a certain mutation
I like to call...
[deep voice] Chrome claw.
[mechanical roaring]
Ah, so you did get around to making that monster.
Yes, and I'm rather pleased with how he turned out.
[mechanical roaring]
That would be extremely impressive
if it weren't about to--
all: Ah!
Put an end to this madness.
I am victorious!
I am... suddenly moving backwards.
Hey, off.
Whoa.
No need to panic.
I'm smarter than that egomaniac.
The big red button turned it on, therefore...
the big blue button must--
Heat output increased to a ludicrous level.
Arctic meltdown will now be even faster.
Thank you, Kowalski.
The North Pole is surely doomed
as this hoop of heat
melts the ice and snow at an alarming rate.
Whoa.
This is Chuck Charles, and I cannot swim.
Help.
Ha, green.
The green button will surely--
[deep voice] Heat output increased beyond all reason.
[groans]
Whoa!
[bonk]
[mechanical growling]
[fuse hissing]
[boom]
[mechanical roaring]
Hee!
[groaning]
[brassy detective music]
♪ ♪
[explosion]
[mechanical groaning]
Kowalski, status report.
Mostly not good with hints of horrible.
Mmm, you have failed, Skipper.
Bad news for non-swimmers.
[grunts]
[punching and grunting]
Yoo-hoo, blowy.
- I'm a little busy. - Can't you see we're tussling?
I just thought everyone should know
that I am not on the side of evil.
I am a double agent.
both: What?
I am a good guy spy.
[deep voice] Ring of fire...
shutdown in progress.
Oh, purple was my next guess.
Nooooo!
Yay for King Julien!
He's the best double agent ever.
This is Chuck Charles reporting that the planet
and, more importantly, I have survived this disaster.
[splashing]
[bong]
You have foiled my plan for revenge.
But for that, I will get revenge.
Wait, are we talking a new revenge here?
Revenge against the humans, revenge against you.
Yes, I've got a whole bunch of revenges all piling up.
And it's not pretty. [cackling]
If you ask me, the "not pretty" part
was the bad guy running away like a scaredy baby.
He was no match for me, double agent spy guy.
[chuckling] You're kidding, right?
No, Marlene, and you are wrong again.
- Shut it. - I helped.
Uh, Julien the double agent saves the world?
Come on.
Hey--it--uh--it--it--
so I face danger
and the adventure of a lifetime,
and nobody will ever know about it?
Welcome to my world.
That makes you an honorary penguin.
Does that mean I am your BFF?
Eh, we'll keep that code on the QT.
King Julien is a buffalo firefighter.