The Penguins of Madagascar

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

Yeah, dance!

Cute and cuddly, boys.

Kowalski, progress report!

Nearing completion on escape tunnel number 15, Skipper.

Simply a bit overly cautious?

Even better!

Full-blown paranoia!

Oh, only we already have 14 escape tunnels.

Isn't that enough?

Manfredi and Johnson thought so.

What was left of them came home in a manila envelope.

From Manila, ironically.

There's no such thing as too paranoid, Private.

Remember that.

And forget you ever heard it.

I don't think that works the way you think it...

Eyes on the flippers!

Blah!

Man down!

Rico!

His brain appears to be functioning at them

at... um... let's call it normal capacity.

What happened?

I thought we mapped this tunnel.

I'm not sure.

This wall shouldn't be he... aaah!

A vintage passcode lock.

Excellent work, Kowalski.

But Can you open it?

Well, it is state-of-the-art, hyper-encryption

technology from 1963.

Quack quack.

Moo.

Neigh.

Nailed it.

Move in cautiously, men.

Rico!

Ominous background music.

Rico!

All right, Cracker Jack, what's the code word?

Lucky guess, moonbeam.

That voice.

That steely-gaze.

You sugar puffs just going to stand there?

Spill your tater tots, where's the Red Squirrel?

Red Squirrel?

You really are!

Special Agent Buck Rockgut!

The Buck Rockgut?

Um, is that someone famous then?

Sweet, ignorant Private.

Buck Rockgut is our greatest American penguin hero.

I've patterned my whole life after Rockgut.

The bird who brought down penguin enemy

number one, the Red Squirrel.

And may I say, it is an honor, sir.

86 the kiss-up Fauntleroy.

Let's get to brass tacks.

I caught the squirrel, all right,

but Big Red broke out, disappeared

into the underground.

So that's what I did too.

47 years, I've been down in this bunker

waiting for the Red Squirrel to show his fluffy tail again.

Forty-seven years!

Forty-seven years?

Forty-seven years.

Don't you think the Red Squirrel

would have shown up by now?

Private!

College boy, huh?

You see that bunker door?

It only opens when the Red Squirrel returns.

Is it open now, dough boy?

Yes.

Then red is back, and you four lollipops

are going to help me find him.

I get to work with Buck Rockgut!

I know, right?

OK, so the guy on the street, he

puts a little ball into one hand, like this.

And then you mix and mix it so fast it's hard to even see it.

Then stop, and now you can't tell which is the ball hat,

can you?

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

Ohhhh!

And now, you give to me all of your money.

Ha!

I love this game.

You sure you playing this right?

Where's the Red Squirrel?

Bring him up.

All right, pigeon, sing for me.

Uh...

I don't know where the Red Squirrel is, but this one

time, I found a piece of red licorice.

I don't understand, Skipper.

Why would Morton know anything about the Red Squirrel?

You gotta think like Buck Rockgut, Private.

Put your paranoia cap on.

I don't think I have a paranoid cap, Skipper.

Well, there's your problem.

You don't know anything about the Red Squirrel, huh?

That busy tail of yours tells me different.

You know who else has a bushy tail?

The Red Squirrel!

Ahh!

Oh, it's true!

I do have a tail!

Sad Eyes, a squirrel spy?

It's always the ones you least expect.

But... but...

Ah, there you are, Mort, you silly!

Come, I must show you my new street game.

Eh... who is the freak?

I confess to everything.

I took the last nut and nougat bar.

I cheat at whistling.

My father is not a talking water cycle.

This hard ball stuff really works.

These snitches don't know anything.

They're just small potatoes.

He's right.

I am secretly a potato.

No... OK, no, that one was a lie.

I just wanted to get the ropes off.

These walls are nothing.

There's not been the prison built

that can hold King Julian.

Wait, wait, wait!

You're locking them?

Ha!

Never mind.

Am I the only one who thinks this is wrong?

Oh, it's very wrong, Private.

Who knew the Red Squirrel had so many agents inside our own zoo?

I don't know what to believe anymore.

Dry those water works, eh, kid!?

This round-up's just getting started.

You diaper dons ready to get your flippers dirty?

Ah, absolutelamente!

Not really.

Oh!

All right!

Free peanuts!

You like peanuts, huh?

Know who else likes nuts?

The Red Squirrel!

Oh, dear.

Huh?

What in the worl... Aah!

You like pictures of red squirrels, huh?

You know who else likes red squirrels?

The Red Squirrel!

I say!

Read any good books lately, punks?

Read?

Red?

The Red Squirrel!

That one doesn't even make sense!

But these are our friends.

They can't be Red Squirrel agents.

Can't they?

I think we can trust the instincts

of history's greatest penguin agent.

Squirrel!

Squirrel!

Squirrel!

I'm sick of this guy.

He's not the boss of me.

He can't do this.

It's outrageous.

OK, this red squirrel stuff has gone way too far,

but maybe, we can stop it.

I don't much like are chances.

Those penguins are a wily bunch.

True, true.

But I just happen to have a secret inside source.

Now for his own protection, my source

cannot reveal his identity.

Hello there, Private!

Oh, um... the way I see it, everything goes back to normal,

if we just get rid of Buck Rockgut.

And how we gonna do that?

That guy's not going anywhere until he

catches some kind of Red Squirrel!

Precisely, Maurice.

So you want me to pretend to be a squirrel?

You are a squirrel.

Yeah, but I never been a pretend one before.

You'll be fine.

Ow!

Everyone, come quickly!

It's the Red Squirrel.

Sweet enemy of the state, it's really him!

Hope you kept your dance card open, bushy tail.

'Cause I'm going to play a little chin music.