"Right Hand Man" "Just set it over there." "Gentlemen, place your bets." "Mammal-sized crate." "Made of Spanish cedar." "I'd wager the new arrival is an anteater." "Platypus!" "Platypus!" "Perhaps it's a magical unicorn!" "You know, if they were real." "All right." "Let's crack this." "And the newest resident of our fair zoo is..." "Oh, no, not another one!" "(Groaning)" "Oh, man, my bum knee is killing me!" "Oh, yeah, this is what I'm talking about." "Some resting and relaxing." "KING JULIEN:" "Maurice, where are you?" "Coming!" "Hurry, Maurice, hurry." "Crisis intervention emergency!" "What is it?" "I cannot reach my..." "coconut juicy drink." "Well, your king is waiting." "That will be all." "Uh, you know what?" "I've changed my mind." "Not really feeling coconutty." "(Coughing) Argh!" "But you know what I could really go for right now?" "Pineapple?" "Yes!" "You guessed it." "And let's not let this get out of control this time, okay, Maurice?" "Lemurs' time is short so we'll make this brief." "Kowalski, brief them." "Briefly." "A new arrival was delivered to the loading dock at 0600 and is" "It's a lemur!" "I was building to that, Private!" "A new lemur?" "Here?" "Another subject for me to rule over?" "Yeah, babies!" "The more booties, the merrier for the shaking, I always say." "Well, not always but, you know... now." "We may have to assume the worst." "Back to the loading dock, boys." "What would be the worst, Skipper?" "We could be looking at a lemur invasion." "Here you go, Clemson." "Time to socialize into your new colony." "Hello?" "Clemson, was it?" "Clemson!" "As your King, I royally command you" "King?" "Did he say king?" "Forgive me, sire." "I had no idea that I was in the presence of you, which is royalty-- true royalty." "If I may." "My feet!" "This is a little bit weird." "Clemson, that's no king." "You, you clearly have the wizened-- which is good, that means wise-- and noble features of a true" "(Coughing)" "Huh?" "Note the crown." "A thousand pardons, your illustrious" " I hate the bowing in part, by the way." "I have to be honest." "But I'm doing it!" "In fact, make it 2000 pardons." "You know what?" "2500 pardons." "That's the best I can offer." "And you are the illustrious and esteemed King" " I'll just stay down here until..." "Oh, fancy!" "Your words are like butter to my ears." "You've got to be kidding me." "I'm sorry, let me get that for you." "Permit me, if I may." "And if you may." "(Moaning)" "Oh, yeah, that's the stuff!" "Yeah, right there, yeah!" "Whoa, someone's been hitting the gym." "Rrrr!" "More ear butter." "Oh, your shoulders are like granite." "Ooh!" "Relax, relax." "It's the royal responsibilities weighing you down, am I right?" "Ah!" "I think that I'm liking this Clemson already." "I think I'm liking this Clemson too." "What do you think, Mort?" "Oh, yeah." "Get that." "Right there." "Yeah, in between the toes, yeah." "No!" "He's ee-vill." "Maurice, we have a serious discussion that needs "discussying."" "Maurice, as I was explaining to our wise and magnetically charismatic leader-- no, really, he's unbelievable." "Why, thank you for noticing, Clemson." "That while a king may have many subjects, he can really only have one true right-hand man." "Hey, look where I am." "Otherwise, the other would have to be the left-hand man." "Or maybe the right foot or the left elbow, or maybe-- the point is, I'm going to decide on a most difficult kingly decision." "Clemson can have it." "While you are both my loyal subjects, I'm sorry to say I can only choose one of you." "Just pick Clemson!" "Since I know how much this position is meaning to you, Maurice" "Clemson's your man!" "I want to choose the fairest way to decide between" "Better give it to Clemson, don't you think?" "You had better let the King tell you how he's going to decide this one kingly decision, okay?" "Sorry, go ahead." "Hoo." "We'll hold contests with you competing in a competitive competition to prove who can best serve the King." "Royal booty-scratching." "On your mark, get set, go." "(Scratching)" "Scratch my booty!" "Oh, Clemson!" "Your skills are the sickest!" "Sorry, Maurice, but it kind of looks like Clemson here is the one best fitting to be my right-hand man." "Oh, well." "There can only be one right-hand man." "Just like there can only be one king." "Rico, take point." "Private, watch his six." "Kowalski, don't fire till you see the rings of their tails." "Nothing today." "But it looks like an outgoing crate has been prepped." "No animal has been specified yet but there is a destination tag." "I'd recognize that code anywhere." "It's the-- it's-- the Hoboken Zoo." "Did you say Hobo-bo-bo" "(Stammering)" " No!" " You don't mean" "Some poor sap has a one-way ticket to North Jersey oblivion." "(Thunder crashing)" "Mort?" "It's Clemson." "He's ee-vill!" "Oh, no." "Just let me get some peace." "You've really outdone yourself this time, haven't you?" "(Giggling)" "Moved up the ranks to the number-two spot in record time, even for me!" "This is better than I've ever been!" "Tomorrow, all you need to do is get booty-for-brains out of the way and you'll be number one!" "That's right, number one!" "(Cackling)" "That means the King." "(Cackling)" "Didn't look like rain." "(Cackling)" "Skipper, there's nothing about anyone getting transferred to Hoboken." "Judging from the size of the crate, I think we can rule out Roy and Burt." "Right, so that leaves the otter, the chimps, the lemurs, chameleons and" "And of course..." "us." "I've rotted away in gulags, work camps, penal colonies and every dirty, flea-bitten corner of creation." "But I promised myself that I would never end up in Hoboken!" "At least not alive!" "I will pluck out my own eyeballs!" "I swear to you!" "Skipper, there's something wrong with that Clemson dude!" "Well, mostly he's ee-vill!" "So the new guy was trying on Ringtail's crown." "Big whoop!" "That doesn't prove that he's evil." "Trust me, Mort is right." "He said something about getting rid of King Julien tomorrow." "To who?" "Himself!" "Hmm, scheming aloud." "That does sound like a classic villain quirk." "Well, how about an evil laugh?" "Did he start off his whole speech with something like:" "(Cackling)" "You know, like something like that." "Yeah, yeah." "I mean, there was a laugh for sure, but he closed with it." "And it was more like a:" "(Cackling)" "You know, something like that." "That does sound authentically evil." "Come on, boys." "Move out." "So where is this fancy-schmancy royal dancy special present you are giving to me?" "In there, Your Eminence." "Keep going." "No, you're going-- just a little more." "We're too late!" "Quick, where would a psychotic mad mammal take" "Ringtail to dispose of him without a trace?" "Rico?" "Here." "Administration building incinerator." "Here." "Dung heap in the elephant habitat." "Here's nice." "Deep fryer at the cafeteria." "Yeah!" "Sss!" "No, it would have to be something he planned ahead of time, something he had readied the minute" "Skipper, the crate!" "The one going to the Hoboken Zoo!" "Hoboken." "I am seeing only darkness." "That's why it's a surprise." "Now, keep going." "Keep going." "Keep going!" "MAURICE:" "I think you've gone far enough!" "Maurice, how dare you interrupt Clemson!" "He was about to give me a very special present." "The present he's trying to give you, Ringtail, is a one-way ticket to the Hoboken Zoo." "Oh." "What's the resale value?" "King Julien, Clemson's trying to get rid of you!" "He's ee-vill!" "Why should I trust you now when I have my loyal and trusted new" "(Cackling)" "...right-hand man." "Did he always have that evil laugh thing or is that new?" "Silly King." "I'm sorry, ex-King!" "Whoa!" "Oh, come on!" "(Engine starting)" "He was ee-vill." "Yes." "Yes, he was." "He and Hoboken deserve each other." "You know, you can feel free to thank me at any time." "No, thanks." "I'm good with just leaving it as one of those, you know, unspoken things between us."