The Penguins of Madagascar

Rico, weapons check.

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.

Easy does it, men. This could well be a trap.

Rico.

Cha-ching!

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!

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...

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.

Whoa.

Um, back up to that "without you" part, please.

I get the gist. Rico.

Uh-oh.

We got us a laser show, boys.

Who's foiled now?

Foiled?

Private, snack cakes.

Is this really the time to--

Private.

Say what?

Kowalski.

Aspirate swiss delight, bottlenose.

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.

Oh.

self destruct in--

Five seconds.

That's right. We only had five seconds.

But we escaped with half a second to spare.

It was a ripping adventure.

Oh.

Oh, so a dolphin super villain.

No, I totally believe you.

No, really, molly.

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?

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.

Oh, dear, we're open.

I still say I could be a spy guy.

What?

If this is a ploy to get to the royal feet,

It's very clever but ineffective.

What is that on you anyway?

You smell like the fish weed.

Whoa! Who the hecks are you?

Noooo!

- 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 the mad doctor discovered our secret zoo h.Q.

Dr. Blowhole,

Satellite targeting has a lock on the enemy.

And they are subway convenient.

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 peanut butter winky supply lines.

What? No. But somebody write that down.

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!

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 fire fighter? 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.

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.

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?

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.