The Penguins of Madagascar

- And now, DreamWorks-- The Penguins of Madagascar.

Yeah. Hit that.

Cute and cuddly, boys.

- All right, let's get this over with.

Where's the ringtail with tonight's

moronic "Royal decree?"

- Ah, ah, no-ity no-no!

Do not be pointing the blamey penguin flippers

in this vicinity.

I have decreed nothing!

It's True.

We thought this was another penguin meeting.

Shyeah.

Probably about something stupidy, and useless.

Like safety.

I'm bored.

Here...

go run around the pool with this.

Oh, I'm a wizard.

Wait...

- Ow! My magic!

- Wait, if none of us called this meeting...

- Oh, good! You're all here.

Come on, get friendly.

We're all buddies, right?

- Quick! Where's the emergency?

- Um. - No time for words.

Just point to where we bring the violence.

whoa, I don't--

- 4:00! Advance!

- - Ah ha!

- Hey! There is no emergency.

- Filing a false reports is a serious offense, Marlene.

- Eh, is there a point to this not-Emergency meeting,

or can I get back to my regularly scheduled

not being around all of you?

- Actually, being around each other kinda is the point.

- Ooh, twisty. I'm intrigued.

- We never do stuff together as a zoo anymore.

We're all off in our own habitats.

I mean, when was the last time you heard Ted, the polar bear,

even say anything?

Wow, that is so true.

- This place needs some serious zoo-bonding time.

And I have got just the thing.

Game night!

All: Chatter. - Whoa-Ho-Ho-Ho, sister.

Game night is a fickle and treacherous beast.

And I don't think you can handle it.

- Uh huh. I can't handle...board games?

But we do game night, Skipper.

We've never had a problem, have we?

- That's just what manfredi and Johnson asked me.

Six hours before they washed up inside a thimble

on ventnor avenue.

All: Gasp. - Thimbles...

It'll turn on you, Marlene.

Faster than macaroni salad in a hot norwegian sauna.

Mark my words!

Are you marking them? Who's marking my words?

I dunno.

Well grab a pencil.

I brought snacks.

All: Approving chatter.

go fish, sucker!

Boom!

You know...

a simple yes or No would suffice.

- Awesome! Boom!

All right, house rules.

No standing on toosies, cash out at ninesies,

double bonus for poison hand style.

- Are you sure we're supposed to be betting on Jacks?

- Uh, it's more of a secret thing

that only big boys do.

- I'm a big boy, I am! - I too am big!

Ah!

All: Whoa!

Oh, no, no, no!

Yes!

- - I win again!

Hey, hey!

Way to call that blind man's bluff, Roger.

Ooh, careful, Ted, that one's a hot potato.

spin that bottle like you own it, Barry!

Yeah!

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chimps, wuzzup?

we were hoping to sample the sweet and salty party mix.

What?

But that was a full night's supply.

What happened?

Sweet...sweet...

And the salty is...

right there!

Yes, it's like a delicious

tugging-of-War in my mouth.

Well, that's somewhat disappointing.

- aha! It's off the rails, Marlene.

Um...

the crowd is turning.

Rico! Riot gear!

- Now start clubbing, and don't stop

until everyone learns good citizenship.

Both: Ah! - Hey, easy club sandwich!

Look, somebody just needs to go on a snack run.

I mean, I feel bad tearing Anyone away from the fun, but...

Maurice, mort.

You don't like fun, right?

Say what?

Snacky run!

Bring me 53% sweet, meleventy-Twelve percent salty.

You know how I like it.

Clock is ticking, mammals.

Your target is the 2nd avenue snackatarium.

- Well, wait! You're not coming?

- No, I need to watch over this bubbling cauldron

of apocalyptic rage.

- tag! You're it!

- But maybe one of the boys will.

I volunteer.

What about alarms?

- They make very loud ringing noises.

Any other questions?

What about silent alarms?

to the trained ear attuned to the slightest vibration,

there is no such thing as a silent alarm.

- Scanning for game night crisis.

Scanning...

still scanning.

Hey, it's okay to be wrong.

I mean, come on. I just want to hear it one time.

"game night is really awesome,

and Marlene has really brought the zoo together.

- Scanning... - Lousy stinking card cheats!

- Eh? - And so it begins.

What's the trouble, longtrunks? Crisis?

- I don't know how they're cheating, but they're cheating.

How did he know that?

- You, you and you. Banned from cards.

Okay, problem solved. Fun restored.

All: Chattering.

Containment mode, go!

Whoa, spikenose.

- Would you please tell these yahoos