All Hail King Julien

Aah! Foosas! The foosas are attacking!

- Thank you, Clover. - Only doing my job, Mort.

I almost went fear pee-pee.

Whoopsie. I just did. Ha ha ha ha!

Okay, now, everyone line up.

I'm calling this the food pyramid.

King Julien, how is it supposed to keep us safe from the foosa?

The foosa get full by eating all the tastiest lemurs on the bottom

and won't be hungry when they get to me at the top.

- Hmm? -

Hold.

You on the bottom, remember to look extra delicious.

- Hold! -

Where are they all going? This is a disaster, Maurice!

- - Aah!

Tell me when you've been eaten, I can't look.

You can't look? I can't look.

Foosa in trouble?

Blech! Foosa run away! Foosa run away!

The foosas are leaving! And I survived! Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Whew! Thank the gods that Clover put that net trap there.

It really saved us.

Just doing my job.

And thank the gods even more that I was genius enough

to put my food pyramid in front of that net trap, eh?

You didn't even know it was there.

Hmm? Uhh. Maurice, are you even listening to yourself

with your, "Clover's net trap, ooh!"

And all your doubt and stuff. You never support me.

You kidding me? You were just standing on my shoulders so I could be eaten first.

I was literally supporting you.

Ha! Let's face it, Maurice.

You've never really believed in me or any of my ideas.

But that-- That is not true.

I've always supported you, no matter how crazy the crazy.

Might I remind you of your reaction to my backward whistling experiment?

You see? Right there, right there. The lack of support is all over your face!

What do you want me to do with this one, Your Majesty?

Hmm, let me think. I want to make an example of this foosa.

Now you're talking my language, Your Majesty.

Where do we start? With a little bit of this? Hyah!

Or a little bit of this? Ah-yah-ta-ta-ta-ta! Huh! Huh! Huh!

Or this one. I really love this one.

Uh, dial it down, Clover.

I don't want any of whatever that was you were doing.

I want to lemur-ize this foosa. Ha ha ha!

You're gonna what-erize the who now?

Lemur-ize the foosa. A very scientific term

which means "to make something lemur."

Why would you want to do that, Your Majesty?

Mostly because certain Doubting Debras around here don't ever back me up.

I'm not gonna lower myself by naming names.

Maurice! I'm talking about Maurice!

By disguising it as a cough!

Maurice! Maurice! Maurice!

- Subtle. - I know, right?

But you can't turn a foosa into a lemur. That's a terrible idea.

Ohh! Right there! You see that?

Way not to be back me up yet again...

Maurice!

You two aren't seeing the B-I-G picture here.

A lemur-ized foosa could return to her peoples

and tell them how fun and awesome we are and to stop eating us.

Think of it. Peace in our time zone.

Wow. That actually is a good idea.

Let the lemur-izing begin!

- - Maybe with a little help?

I will now lemur-ize this foosa through the magic of science.

Timo, thank you for volunteering.

Actually, I-- I believe I tried running away.

The unknown is always frightening,

especially when it will most likely eat you.

Okay, here goes. Synaptic functionality should be--

- -

Oh, that's my toe!

Ow! You go after the toes?! Of all things--

My head!

I'm gonna feel that later.

Uh, I was hoping that would go better, but I did warn him.

New plan! I will now lemur-ize this foosa through the magic...

of magic.

Uh, I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing here.

Work your magic. Lick her tiny foosa brain.

Meld with her mind.

I really don't--

- Heh? Come on! -

Tongue that foosa full of brain magic, lady!

- - Aah!

Not going well at all.

King Julien, I think maybe it's time to stop all of this.

While it is sad that some lemurs must get mauled to bring about peace,

and prove you wrong, Maurice,

I will not quit! I just need a new plan.

I will now lemur-ize this foosa through the magic of interpretive dance.

Ted, let's stomp this yard.

- I am a little bird... -

...who cannot fly.

But lo, I am the mighty wind, breaking beneath your wings

to lift you skyward!

Uh... huh.

Feel the power of the breaking wind! Feel it!

Oh, hey, aah!

Oh, I felt it, Ted. I felt the power of your breaking wind.

Why are the hard problems so hard

and not easy like hard problems are supposed to be?

Halt! Who goes there?

It's me, Horst. I smelled something.

A perfume I haven't smelled since...

- Aah! - If you don't stop smelling me,

I will rip your nose off and shove it up your... nose.

That doesn't really make sense because if I ripped it off,

I can't really... It's a bit confusing.

Or somewhere. You get the idea.

Right, fine, fine.

It just doesn't make sense.

Clover, what's all the noise?

Who was that strange guy inhaling your lady musk?

- That's Horst. - Who?

I've done a full dossier of every member of the kingdom.

Let's see. Horst. Not much is known about him.

Kind of a loner. Fears change. Often seen holding a beverage.

Yeah, sounds like a freak. Please keep the freaks away!

I'm thinking in here.

I know there is more inside of you than just a lot of lemur bits.

Aah! Uhh!

Don't eat me! The world would be an uglier place

without the luscious booty of these royal cheeks.

Hmm.

What just happened?

Ohh, you saucy minx. You are digging my tuneage.

- - Oh, you like jazz.

- - No? Rumba. Saucy sauciness.

- - Let's do the mambo.

Oh, snap, here comes the bossa nova.

- - Ha ha ha ha!

- Look at my fair foosa. -

All sweet.

Mary Ann.

Ooh, you have a name?

Mmm. Foosa name Mary Ann!

Well...

Mary Ann...

I believe it is time to... let the lemur-izing begin.

For reals this time.

If you want to be a lemur, you need to shake...

shake that booty!

Shake it like you're gonna break it! Then break it like you're gonna make it!

Then make it like you're gonna take it.

Take it, Mary Ann, take it, it's all yours.

Oh, uh, I like the outside-the-box thinking.

Ahem. I guess we can start with the-- the alphabet.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh!

Oh, I know this! Let me! Let me!

"A" is for "feet," "B" is for "feet."

- What? Huh? - Go to "F."

Because what's "F" for?

"F" is for "feet"!

- Ow! - Stop it.

Some of us are trying to learn here, Mort.

Hmm.

Madness. Utter madness.

You know what they say, King Julien.