"THUMB DRIVE" "Bon appetit." "Bon appetit." "Bon appe...what?" "Huh, could've sworn we had chameleons." "Ah, who can keep track?" "How does that woman keep her job?" "We've got to do something." "The chameleons will starve." "All we gotta do is raid the food shed and grab some lizard chow." "That's easy peasy." "Huh..." "Well, that's new." "A thumbprint I.D. pad." "Evidently Alice has noticed our previous pantry raids." "No regrets." "Good news..." "This is yet another chance to use my new smartphone." "Ooh, nice weather in Miami this week." " Kowalski." " Uh, right." "I can hack into the network, and get the pad to take any old thumbprint." " But..." " We'll still need... any old thumb." " That might be a problem." " Not to worry." "I know a certain pair of thumbed primates who just love to help." "Sorry, chaps." "Tickets to figaro." "Uh, okay, well, uh..." "I know another pair of thumbed primates." "Ooh." "Okay..." "Thumbs down on those." "Looks like we're at the digits of last resort." "No, no." "You cannot have Maurice... or his thumbs." "Now shoo." "Shoo, you stinky flightless birds." "Yeah, sorry, guys, but the King needs me around." "Uh, uh, uh, wait." "What is this you're saying?" "Uh, you..." "you need me." "You... you're helpless without me." "I need you?" "I am King, and thusly, I am needing of nothing." "It is you, Maurice, who are needing of me." "Uh-huh." "So you don't mind if I go." "I am insisting on it." "Right on top of it." "All over that." "I am covering it with insisting." "Perfect." "Move out." "Humph, I will show Maurice just how self-sufficient I can be." "Mort, make my hand do the bye-bye wave." "See, Maurice?" "I asked Mort to do this all by myself." "Network hacked." "I am so "leet."" "Now, Maurice, your thumb, if you please." "Thumbprint confirmed." "Beautiful job, lemur." "You are dismissed." "That's it?" "Well... well, come on." "Don't send me back to King Julien just yet." "I'm just getting started." "Got the chameleon food..." "Alice!" "We need a distraction ASAP." "On it." " What are you doing?" " Sending a text." "You can read and write?" "Nah, I just like pushing the buttons." "What's that mean?" "Guys, this was a kick and a half." "I can't remember the last time I felt so alive." "Maurice, you're a good egg." "You kept a cool head under fire." " And you've also got thumbs." " Skipper, he's got thumbs!" "Yeah, I believe we've adequately covered that, Kowalski." "But don't you see?" "With his thumbs, we can finally get into the secret government weapons lab." "Is...is...is that a government lab that is secret or the lab of a secret government?" "Well, it's a bit of both actually." "But it's chock-full of delicious devices of destruction." "We're going on a shopping spree!" "Yes, but let's wait till Thursday night." "That's when they restock the shelves." "Maurice, you in?" "Ooh, that'd be a gas." " Aah!" " Too bad I gotta go." "I was gone for, like, 15 minutes." "What did you do?" "Oh, you know, just..." "made some smoothies." "This is just sad." "Oh, no, I-I, uh, I redecorated." " You like it?" " You were not redecorating." "Mort's got a blender on his head." "Aah!" "No, no, Mort's playing spaceonaut." "What an imagination on that guy, right?" "Ground control to major Mort." "You are a go for extra imagination time." "So you're saying you did all this intentionally?" "You're saying you like it this way." " Yepper." " So..." "I don't have to clean it up then, right?" "Ri... uh, oh, well, now I..." "No, no, I think that's exactly what you're saying." "You got this, right?" " Well, yes, I..." " Right." "So it's totally cool if I go hang with the penguins then, right?" "I have to say yes, or I look like a stooge, right?" "If you need me, just whistle." "Ooh, not that you'll need me, right?" "Pfft." "Played him like a second fiddle." "Guess who's got two thumbs and is looking for action?" "All:" "Maurice!" "You know, all these missions," "I'm starting to feel like I'm almost one of you guys." " Roger that, Maurice." " Lunch!" "Fish!" "Uh, almost one of you guys." "Fish, uh-uh." "Gotta draw a line somewhere." "Your majesty, you all right?" "Ah, Maurice, what's up, buddy?" "I was just, uh, whipping up some lunch." "Fruit salad." "Want some?" " Um..." " I do, I do, I do." "Mm, so fruity!" "And..." "oh, and salady!" "You know what?" "The guys had some fish." "I think I'll get some fish." "With the guys." "They got some fish." "Mm, oh, you can really, um, taste the mesquite." "It is kind of a little horrible, isn't it?" "Yes, it is a little bit very horrible." "Ooh-di-lally, that was some good grouper." "Skipper, I have to resign." "What?" "Rico, roll me." "Now what's all this about quitting?" "I told you there's only two ways out of this unit." "The way Manfredi took." "And the way Johnson took." "Yup, like that." "But King Julien needs me." "He's all sorts of messed up." "Rico, sit me up." "Maurice, I respect your loyalty." "But still, I have to ask you to stay on for one last mission." "Tomorrow night's weapons lab raid?" "We need your magically magnificent thumbs." "Now come on, that clown with a crown can muddle on without you." "Well, Skipper, all I can say to that is..." "Big thumbs up!" "This mission is just the opportunity" " ...we are needing." " Um, okay, but... why don't we just ask Maurice to come home?" "Yeah, right, and admit I was wrong?" "Oh, you're so right." "Forget I ever said words." "Thumbprint confirmed." "Take it in, boys." "Pulse rifles, plasma cannons." "Disintegration rays." "It's my birthday, oh, yeah!" "Maurice, I salute you." "You and your glorious grasp." "My pleasure." "Anything else I should do?" "Nah, you just sit back and twiddle those thumbs." "You've earned it." "Dibs on the bazooka!" "Twiddle my thumbs." "Heh, he's so funny." "Ah, now I will show Maurice just how dangerous these dangerous penguin missions can be." "Oh?" "How?" "The same way I do everything, Mort." "With the booty." "Thumbprint not recognized." "What the deviled ham?" "Oh, hey, Maurice." "Uh, I was just out, doing a little cardio, when I hear all the..." "Wow, that sounds dangerous, right?" "You better come home now." "Security protocols engaged." "Eh, who-what-now got engaged?" "Eliminating intruders." "Um, is spooky 'puter voice talking about..." "Evasive!" "Aah!" "Who put such dangerous weapons in the weapons lab?" "No, not the pulse rifles!" " Aah, the plasma cannons!" " Aah!" "Ringtail, you've disintegrated the disintegration rays!" "Kowalski, shut down this chamber of chaos." "Would if I could, Skipper, but I seem to have dropped my smartphone." "Yes, you can be my friend, and you can be my friend." "Ooh, and you can be my friend too." "Ideas, anybody." "Outside the box?" "Inside the box?" "On top of the box?" "Without a box!" "That tank doesn't seem to be doing anything." "Aah!" "It's a remote control robo-tank, Skipper." "Get on it, Kowalski." "Hop to." "Love to, but, uh, you need thumbs to operate the controller." "And I was this close to retirement." "Let me get this straight:" "You sabotaged this mission, and endangered all our lives just so I would come home?" "Ha, see, Maurice, without you there to tell me, how was I to know it was a bad idea..." "All right." "Let's roll." "Ka-pow, in your face!" "Maurice, you saved me." "Come home." "I stink at self-sufficiencies." "Yeah, all right, your highness." "Let's go home." " Carry me?" " No." "Okay, that's cool too." "We lost a good operative and fried every last weapon in this joint." "Someone please find a silver lining to this fiasco." "Not every last weapon, Skipper." "We did save one." "No, no, no, Rico, left." "My left." "The other left!" "Never mind." "It was an utter fiasco."