"Ah, a brand new baby day is born, freshly spanked, full of promise, adventure and the hope of inflicting pain." "Yay!" "Pain!" "Good morning, baby day." "But Skipper, why do we have to start so early?" "Wouldn't the promise and hope still be there if we waited until sunup to exercise?" "Maybe, Kowalski, but why take the chance?" "All right, gentlemen, toe touches." "Remember not to bend your knees." "Have we got knees?" "Oh, Carlotta." "I like the way you touch my feet." "(Rooster crows)" "Oh, not a--Maurice!" "I'm not adequately "sleeped."" "Hit the sun snooze button." "Maurice, I am decreeing!" "Maurice!" "Why are you not here?" "I'm here." "Maurice!" "Hello!" "Maurice!" "I lost my right hand man, and now my right hand is left... manless." "There he is!" "Come, Mort, I should give Maurice his tongue lashing." "Okay, listen up." "Now, here's how it'll go down." "(Whispering)" "Hey, what is Maurice doing?" "Now, we gotta' keep this on the hush hush." "Gotcha'." "Not a word to Julien." "I don't want him to see this comin'." "ELEPHANT:" "Okay." "Trust me, this'll knock him right off his thrown." "(Laughing)" "All right, baby!" "Yeah, we're gonna blow King Julien away." "Ooh!" "I have been a good king, have I not, Mort?" "Well, I could use more foot time." "You are the best king ever!" "So why would Maurice be savagely plotting to knock me off and blow me away?" "Maybe he's planning a surprise party for you." "Mort, is it my birthday?" "Is it King Julien Day?" "Is it "Julienuary?"" "No." "And no." "And, um, maybe." "So Maurice could not be planning a surprise party for me, could he?" "No, the real surprise is Maurice wants to put me six feet under." "Ooh!" "I'd like to be under six feet." "His fiendish plot will be foiled-- and maybe plastic wrapped, too." "Mort, we must train for battle!" "Cadet No Class Mort, are the coconuts ready?" "Yes, Generalissimo King Julien." "Ready, aim, throw the coconuts!" "Yes, stinky Maurice!" "You are stinky!" "You make my nose cry with your stinkies!" "Take that, traitor!" "How are you liking me now?" "(Screams)" "Oops." "Was a good throw, though." "Sit ups, 50 reps." "Ready and--ooh!" "Ow!" "Sad Eyes, what gives?" "I think I'm a coconut." "Mort, you dud!" "You made me miss." "Oh, sorry!" "Sorry, Generalissimo King Julien!" "Whoa, whoa." "Wait a minute, Generalissimo?" "That's right, baby." "Check me out." "I, too, am a military guy." "(Angry grunts)" "You are a disgrace to the uniform, even that uniform." "Which is a disgrace unto itself." "Why do you even need a uniform?" "Because Maurice has turned traitor, and he's getting the whole zoo "entanglified,"" "too." "He's forming a violent mob." "Kings and violent mobs are natural enemies in the wild." "But that doesn't make sense." "Maurice is incredibly devoted to you." "Beyond reason or merit." "All right, Ringtail, we'll look into this cockamamie conspiracy of yours." "Okay, this is good." "Can I have my Generalissimo hat back?" "No." "Violent mob, pfft." "If there was such a thing, I would have started it." "MAURICE:" "Everybody get a pitchfork and a torch, and remember, not a peep to King Julien." "This is gonna' slay him." "Yeah!" "Woohoo!" "Sweet civil unrest, Ringtail was right." "But Skipper, don't you think there might be some other innocent explanation?" "Do the math, Private." " Pitchforks plus torches plus mob invariably equals..." " Revolution!" "So now you are seeing the plotting, seeing the scheming." "You're seeing the rousing of the rebels." "I still have a hard time believing Maurice could turn traitor." "In a twisted way, it makes sense." "You see, for a mammal, Maurice is extraordinarily intelligent." "Uh, you might wanna' wait awhile before you go back in there." "Meanwhile, Julien is extraordinarily..." "not." "Stop staring at me, buddy." "You better step off." "Um, Julien, that's a stuffed fish." "Ooh, burn." "He got you good, admit it." "This red line shows the frustration level of a really smart person forced to take orders from some dunderbrained boob." "As you can see, the frustration just keeps rising and rising and rising." "I mean, why don't they put the smart guy in charge, huh?" "It doesn't make any sense." "Something has got to give, people." "Am I the only one seeing this?" "Great, love the passion." "Message went right over me." "Oh, yeah." "Someday there will be genius justice." "So, what do we do, Skipper?" "Nothing." "I have my Royal Defence Force to protect me." "Mort!" "Ya, ee!" "Wa!" "Cha, wa!" "I smell fishies!" "Yeah, that's not gonna' work." "Now, it's no secret that I don't care for Ringtail." "Likewise..." "But we can't stand by while an angry mob shreds him to pieces." "Sweetness." "Set my alarm for when my enemies have been crushed." "Negative." "You're gonna' fully participate in this joint penguin-lemur operation." "But Skipper, I'm a lover, not a fighter." "Don't worry about that, Ringtail." "Basic training will kick the love right out of you." "You keep dreamin'." "One." "Two." "Let me hear it, soldiers." "This is my pea shooter." "There are many like it, but this one is mine." "(Choking)" "Mm, yummy peas!" "Ten." "Eleven!" "♪ I don't know but I've been told ♪" "♪ Antarctica is mighty cold ♪" "Eighteen." "Nineteen." "Twenty." "SKIPPER:" "Okay." "So maybe we don't put them on the front lines." "Men, as you know, the best defence is a good offence." "And no one is more offensive than you." "You're so snapped." "Oh." "Please continue." "We'll strike before Maurice's little coup gets too cuckoo." "Gentlemen, Operation: "We're Really Helping Julien, Really?"" "is a go." "So, um, where is the King?" "I am dying to spring this surprise already." "I don't know where he is, but he should be here soon." "JULIEN:" "Oh, I already am." "Surprised, traitorous... traitors!" "Rico, drop the not-so-smart bomb." "(Screaming)" "Get it off, get it off, get it off, get it off!" "This is not going to end well." "Okay, boys." "Let's get in the game." "Ow." "Ya, hee, ha!" "Hu-wa!" "This will teach you to be a traitorous snake!" "Wait, wait." "What?" "Everybody, knock it off." "What do you mean, traitorous?" "Oh, don't play dummy with me." "I know what you are planning here, Maurice." "You do?" "Oh, man." "Who blabbed about the surprise party?" "Yes, I know all about your-- wait, traitor say what?" "(Whispering)" "Oh." "Oops." "Surprise party?" "For who?" "You!" "Remember what you said on your birthday, when I threw you that big old surprise party?" "Well, of course I'm not surprised, Maurice." "It's my birthday." "You know when it might be a surprise?" "When it's not my birthday." "Surprise!" "Was he surprised?" "Uh, oh yeah." "Forgot about that." "I tried to tell you." "But wait a minute, why all the pitchforks and torches?" "Hey, yeah, Maurice." "How do you explain these traditional angry mob trappings?" "Remember what you said right after the last thing you forgot you said?" "Wait, after the last thing I just said, or-- hang on, let me see." "And give the party a crazy mash-up theme, like, uh, I don't know, hillbilly meets Tiki or something." "Oh yeah." "Forgot about that, too." "So this is all completely innocent after all?" "Yay for innocence!" "But wait, why weren't we invited?" "Remember what you said right after he said what he said?" "Say, when you get around to having this hillbilly-Tiki mash-up surprise party, do not invite us!" "Ah, yes, I remember that." "Come on, men, we're bugging out." "Wait, don't go." "If there's someone I would want at my not birthday hillbilly-Tiki surprise party, it is you, the penguin who taught me what it means to be an officer and a gentleman." "Oh, Ringtail, when you put it that way, I can only say, drop and give me 20, soldier!" "Yes, sir." "Mort." "One and two and three and four."