"Okay, Rico's got something." "Nice and easy, Rico." "Remember, the ?" "are more scared of you than you are of them." "I got it, yes!" "?" "Onion, Skipper?" "No, thanks." "I'm out to the big catch." "?" "Hello, ?" "Wow, wow, big fellow." "Skipper!" "You win this round, ?" "Are you hurt?" "Sweet ?" "Private" "I wouldn't be where I am today if I didn't know how to make a fall." "Well, that was a lucky..." "Broken, broken, broken!" "What?" "This?" "It's just a sprain." "Skipper, I don't think that's just a... sprain." "You need to see the doctor." "Doctor?" "That needlesticky demon?" "No, thank you." "But Skipper, look at it." "Wings don't bend [?" "] that way." "Maybe I double-jointed it." "That makes sense." "Great!" "Then we won't have to miss our volleyball game." "Come in your way, Skipper." "?" "Skipper?" "Double-jointed." "Great!" "Then we won't have to miss the arm-wrestling tournament." "Hooray for me!" "?" "That wasn't even an arm." "Skipper, isn't your double-jointed wing turning a little swolleny?" "It's nothing." "Great!" "Then we won't have to miss high-five practice!" "Oh yes." "Okay, ?" "we need practice." "Aw, look at that wing." "How long have you?" ".." "Argh, it's got to be infected." "Infected?" "Well, it's definitely broken." "Now don't worry, little fellow." "I know you don't like the big scary needles." "This time we'll use a topical cream instead." "Oh yeah, you try anything and I'll ?" "your topical..." "I've applied a powerful muscle relaxant for the pain." "And this sterile ?" "should keep him from doing anymore damage." "So, okay." "Cause it's kinda grossing me out." "I'd like to keep him under observation for a few days." "But he'll be fine." "Okay, big guy?" "Oh, doctor." "Did we operate in time?" "?" "doctor ?" "time... for love." "All right, Private." "Now describe to us exactly what you see." "Em, wall." "Possibly brick." "We're one penguin short." " How are we supposed to get intel on Skipper's condition, if we can't..." " Wait." "Listen." "But doctor, we can't just ?" "on him." "I'm afraid the infection is just too far along." "It switched the brain with ?" "things." "Horrible things." "Simply nothing we can't do." "The infection." "Still, it's nice they brought in an orchestra to ?" "the news." "I'm so sorry." "It's over." "Skipper's... gone." "It... it can't be." "What do we do?" "We'll honor him the way he would have wanted." "By soldiering on like men." "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "No, ?" "put more emotion in it." "Like it disappointed but you also care." "Yes, that's it." "Just like Skipper used to do it." "Oh dear." "Give a light." "It's Skipper." "Skipper?" "It's not Skipper." "At least, not anymore." "You heard the doctor." "That infection did things to his brain." "Horrible things." "What kind of horrible things?" "?" "if I'd say horrible zombie things." "Is it... dangerous?" "You bet your succulence are ?" "Just try to avoid eye contact." "Wear something to protect the brain area." "And move slowly ?" "Brain!" "It's time to ?" "Run!" "Brain!" "I think we lost him." "Let me just slowly put my ?" "on this blind corner to make sure that" "Okay, based on what I know about zombies the safest place to hide is in a small dark room with creepy lighting." "Everything I've learned is a lie." "Is it gone?" "I don't see him any..." "What was that for?" "Well, I just assumed he was going to pop up out from out of no..." "Look behind you!" "And once again I appear to be mistaken." "Well, I guess you can never tell..." "He's eating Rico's brain." "Rico's." "I mean, did you even see this juicy jumbo genius tenderloin, huh?" "That's grade A science brain, baby." "Brain." "Every brain for itself. [?" "]" "Brain." "Is there any way we can help him?" "Are you mad mad?" "There's no known cure for chronic zombieism." "Unless..." "If we capture zombie Skipper, we could find the cure." "How do we do that?" "Through a gruelling series of increasingly painful test to every part of Skipper's body." "But ?" "pain be... painful?" "Not to a zombie." "Come 'ere." "Quick." "He's getting away." "Oh, right." "Pile on, everyone." "Remember, he can't feel a thing." "No mercy this time, boys." "Rico, see if you can shut off your conscious and sense of decency." "Stop!" "Stop!" "The zombie can speak." "I'm... not... a zombie." "But... the infection." "We heard the doctor say that..." "Who you gonna believe?" "Some ?" "medicine man or your own commanding officer?" "Could it really be true?" "How can we know for sure?" "Oh, Rico. ?" "Men." "Amigos." "My brothers of black and white." "Look at me." "All I've got is a broken wing." "And I'm pretty sure that's not contagious." "Then why were you chasing us?" "Because it itches like sandpaper underpants." "Rico, scratch manoeuvres, double-time." "Now, Rico." "Nice try, zombie." "Okay, I stand corrected on the contagiousness of broken wings." "But I did tell you I wasn't a zombie." "Combat driving drills." "Now, this is where we separate the adults migratory males from the hatchlings." "[Engine turning]" "?" "Ba-ba-ba-bing, bup-bup-bup-baah ?" "[breezy orchestral music]" "?" "?" "Private, what was that?" "Just observing the rules of the road, Skipper." "That is no way to treat nitro-charged, fuel-injected, motorized mayhem." "Out of the car." "Kowalski, show him how it's done." "Let's see, fuel tank:" "Adequate." "Tire pressure:" "Optimal." "Altitude:" "40 feet above sea level." "Minimized freeways..." "Get out of the car." "Rico, take the wheel." "Vrroom, vroom-vroom-vroom." "Now, pay attention." "See how a real penguin drives." "[Tires squealing]" "Whoo-hoo!" "That maniac sure loves to rip up the road." "Whoo!" "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" "Yeah." "Ee-yaaah." "Heh-hehhh." "All right, wrap it up, Rico." "Ohhh." "And no, you can't have just one more spin around the block." "Please." "That and your baby blues won't cut it tonight, soldier." "Lights out in ten." "Oh, hello, Rico." "I was just labeling some of my inventions:" "The neuroneutralizer, the duotronic laser targeting system, and the spectrodemagnitizer." "At least I think that's what these labels say." "Hard to tell when you can't read." "Lights out, boys." "Coming, Skipper." "Bye-bye." "Aww, come here." "Smack!" "Rico." "[Snoring]" "[Groaning]" "Huh?" "What?" "Baahh!" "Oof!" "[Tires squealing]" "[Alarm beeping]" "Don't even think about it, Rico." "Aww." "[Alarm beeping]" "[Loud explosion]" "Whoo-hoo!" "Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo." "Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah." "Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!" "[Snoring]" "Both:" "Yeow!" "Huh?" "Maurice, who is disturbing my royal rest?" "Who?" "Who?" "[Blabbering]" "Ohh, is it the penguin in the car?" "Because I think it might be the penguin in the car." "Um, can I go back to bed now?" "No, I demand you punish him..." "Savagely." "And exactly just how am I supposed to punish him?" "[Metal crunching]" "[Coughs]" "I mean, you know, other than doing that, which I totally just did." "Whoa, nice, Maurice." "I don't know how you did it, but I like the results." "My pleasure." "Okay, back to sleepytime, everyone." "Nighty-night." "[Groans]" "[Shuddering]" "Augh!" "Smack!" "Sorry." "[Engine turning]" "Arrgh, mm." "[Reveille playing]" "Ack!" "Up and at 'em, boys." "Oh-ho, looks like someone forgot his bright eyes and bushy tail." "Well, some more time behind the wheel will put a little skip in your step, right, Rico?" "Uh, yeah." "Today's challenge:" "Navigate around the zoo in a clockwise direction." "Simple enough." "Ah, making only counterclockwise turns." "Ooh, curve." "That ante is upped." "Rico, you're up." "Whoa!" "Heh-heh." "Hmm." "Whoa!" "Ah-ha-ha-ha." "Ah!" "Oh!" "Ah!" "Ohh!" "Is he doing it right, Skipper?" "Well, Rico's never one to do things by the book." "Ah!" "Ah!" "Augh!" "Ahh!" "[Tires squealing]" "Oh, no." "Oy!" "If I didn't know better," "I'd say that car's got it in for Rico." "Oh, private, there you go anthropomorphizing the inanimate again." "Well, that's a lot of egghead jibber-jabber, Kowalski." "That still doesn't tell me why the car would be mad at Rico." "I mean, it's not like he secretly totaled the car and hastily slapped it back together to cover his heinous crime, right?" "Right..." "Ow!" "[Suspenseful music]" "?" "?" "[gulps]" "Ta-da, sorry." "Heh..." "Heh-heh-heh." "Cuckoo." "[Engine turning]" "Gaah-ha-ha!" "Waah-ha-ha!" "[Tires squealing]" "[Engine revving]" "[Engine noise fading]" "Whew." "Ahhhh!" "[Engine revving]" "No, no, Doris." "Kowalski must never know." "Uh, Rico?" "Oogie-boogie, vroom-vroom." "Beg your pardon?" "Oogie-boogie, vroom-vroom." "What is it, boy?" "Our car is..." "Haunted?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." "Anthropomorphizing with the added twist of supernatural possession." "Preposterous." "Actually, Rico may be onto something." "Our auto's gone loco." "But that's impossible." "It's worse than that." "It's unauthorized, and that doesn't fly in this unit." "Silent as a grave, Skipper." "The beast knows we're after it." "The hunter has become the prey." "Again, Skipper, the car is not alive." "It can't think or..." "Kowalski, don't ruin the moment with your jibber-jabber." "Besides, if it's not alive, then how do you explain its brutal behavior." "Based on available data, I..." "Can't." "Yeah, jibber-jabber your way out of that." "[Tires squealing]" "The beast." "Eep." "We move silent, and we move fast." "Ahh!" "Oh!" "Ugh." "Ahh!" "Distraction scenario:" "Go." "Yoo-hoo, demon car." "Oh!" "You don't have the guts to take me on." "Though I know you cannot understand me," "I am talking to you anyway." "Augh!" "That thing really is targeting Rico, isn't it?" "It's more demon than car now." "Rico." "Baah!" "Ahh!" "[Shuddering]" "Look, Rico, we're gonna find that r, and we're gonna throttle its engine." "In the meantime, you can stay here safe and sound on our island." "Okay." "No, really, Rico, you're safe here." "Uh-huh." "Seriously, you are." "Yeah." "Okay, listen up, soldier." "I order you to be reassured by my words." "Now, on my mark, feel safe." "Mark." "All right." "Augh!" "Rico." "Augh!" "Augh!" "Auuugh!" "Rico!" "Argh!" "Baah!" "There's no stopping that monster." "Men, launch me." " But, Skipper." " No "buts."" "Listen to the sounds of that crazy, frightened penguin chased by a deranged roadster." "Somebody's got to do something." "Gentlemen, I'm that somebody." "Now, launch me." "Leave me soldier alone." "Ahh!" "Ow!" "Ahhhh." "Ugh!" "Oof!" "Mm!" "[Gasps]" "Arrgh." "Rico, what are you doing?" "Take cover." "Hide, or that thing will cream you." "[Engine revving]" "Arrgh." "No, it's nitro-charged!" "Augh!" "Ah!" "Bleh!" "[Loud explosion]" "That was a brave thing you did, soldier." "Still, I'm going to miss that evil, evil car." "I wonder what made it behave so..." "Evily." "I guess we'll never know." "Wait just a nanosecond." "This is my duotronic laser-guided targeting system." "So?" "So despite my remarkable efficiency," "I haven't installed it yet." "Hey, how did that get in there?" "I..." "Um..." "Vroom-vroom." "Screeeech, ka-blam." "[Blabbering]" "You secretly took the car out for a spin, smashed it up, panicked, and hastily slapped it back together?" "Um..." "Yep." "Well, Rico, in your haste, you must have grabbed a few errant parts from some of my other projects." "There's your culprit." "My targeting system targeted you." "So no ghost?" "No ghost." "Let's hear it for jibber-jabber." "Whoo!" "[Scatting]" "Solid work there, soldier." "It almost makes up for your clear violation of orders." "Sorry." "Ah, don't sweat it." "The sheer mind-shredding psychological terror you endured is punishment enough." "I mean, you thought the car was haunted." "[Laughs]" "Yeah." "[Laughs]" "Whoo-oo-oo-ooo." "[Laughs]" "[Horn honks]" "Ooh, sorry, Rico." "Just looking for my sunglasses." "[Giggles]" "The We Like To Move It Crew presents:" "And rollover." "On my mark, now." "Code red." " What?" " Kowalski, analysis." "Subject:" "Marlene." "Species: otter." "Sound:" "Okay, I can explain the scream." "Private, what do you make of the scream?" "Perhaps she had a fright." "Interesting theory, but how can we prove it?" "Darling, did you have a fright, then?" "Yes, but I'm fine now, so you guys can go back to sleep." "Night-night." "We can't leave a helpless victim in her time of need." "Who's a helpless victim?" "What is all the commotion?" "I was having a dream where I'm the last mammal on Earth." "Was I in it?" "Yes, but you were roadkill." "But I was in it!" "Otter hysteria." "Marlene probably saw her own shadow." "Six more weeks of winter, everyone!" "A weird noise woke me up." "Okay?" "That's all." "I am not a hysterical, helpless victim." "And we don't need to turn this into some commando operation." "Private, recon." "Kowalski, perimeter check." "Scanning for weird noises." "Wait, I'm getting something." "Perhaps it was just a bad dream?" "No, this was real, and real loud." "It was like a ghostly moan." "What if... what if... what if it was a ghost?" "Then you can touch the ghost's feet." "Rumor has it that the previous occupant of this habitat did disappear." "Under mysterious circumstances." "He was transferred to Toledo." "Toledo!" "As king, it is in my power to command any and all spooky spirits to get the heck out." "Do it, Maurice." "Okay." "How?" "Maurice, what am I going..." "Fine." "This will require a tremendous amount of dancing skill." "Look out." "Give him some room, folks." "Trust me." "Spirits of the night who may or may not bite." "You bring the otter fright..." "You bring the otter fright though you are out of sight." "Go away, go away." "I say don't stay." "Go away, go away." "I say don't stay." "Go away, go away." "I say don't stay." " Go away, go away." " Come on, men." "Let's leave this to the tiny dancer and get us some shut-eye." "My ghost mojo is working." "Can you feel it?" "Do you think Julien's singing scared away the ghost?" "Sempre alerta, Private." "Our turn, boys." "Commence operation "Our Turn"." " Talk to me, Kowalski." " These readings are off the charts." "Get bigger charts." "Take it out of petty cash." "Do you ever knock, or..." "Such pleasantries would only slow us down." "We do pride ourselves on our rapid response." "Okay, yes, I heard the ghost again." "Yes, I screamed again." "No, I don't need you guys on guard duty." "Obviously, this is a new ghost, since the old ghost was eliminated by me, your King." "Your little song and dance did bubkes." "And what did you do?" "Double bubkes, so shut up." "I meant see them out." "It's penguin time." "Fine, have at it." "You will come back begging, and I will say: "Maybe I help."." "But maybe not." "Skipper's log, 0200 hours." "All is quiet." "Little too quiet." "The temptation of warm, soft slumber." "It's almost too much to bear." "At ease, Marlene." "I was dreaming of screaming." " Weird." " It appears that the ghostly death rattle is coming from your own respiratory system." "Well... of course." "Can somebody spit it out in english?" "Snoring?" "I don't snore." "Mystery solved." "You spooked yourself." "That's not the scary sound." "Come on." "It's bloodcurdling." "That's the sound !" "The ghostly moan appears to be coming from down here." "From the sewer?" "No dice." "It's knock-knock time, Rico." "Isn't that kind of... extreme?" "Two sticks of dynamite would be extreme." "This'll just let the specter know we mean business." " Anything?" " Negatory." "Nada." "Zippo." "I'm telling you, there is something..." "Are you my mom?" "Are you okay?" "Never better." "Skipper's log." "Through mysterious means, I've escaped the watery doom." "It wasn't mysterious, it was me." "Marlene, please." "The Skipper's log is no place for flights of fancy." "I have entered the mysterious realm of the specter." "It's the sewer." "Haunted sewer." "Kowalski, give me options." "I've, come up with some options." "Anybody want to hear them?" "Why not?" " It's just you and me, Marlene." " I say we do some recon." " I'll take the point." " But I usually take the point." "Wait up." "What was that?" "Okay, that's just great." "Here, you take the recorder." "Let me see that flashlight." "Sometimes, it just requires the magic touch." "There we go." "Who needs it." "It's just giving away our position to the enemy." "About that enemy," "I'm starting to think it's not a ghost." "And why is that?" "By golly, you're right." "That's no ghost." "Clearly, that's some sort of humongous sewer monster!" "Retreat!" "Some kind of monster from the darkest abyss." "Back up." "I'm gonna need a perimeter." "It's afraid!" "Afraid of me?" "Marlene, what are you doing?" "Guys, guys, help me." "Save me from the monster!" "What do you know?" "He's just a gator." "Who makes monster sounds." "The monster is all." "It's terri..." "It's horri..." "Back up a minute." " It's Roger." " Right, Roger." "Do you hear this monster around the same time every night?" " How'd you know?" " From up above?" " You heard it too?" " Roger that, Roger." "I want you to meet your monster," "Also known as..." "Marlene." "That's it!" "That's the monster." "At ease, Roger." "She's actually very nice." "Aren't you boys tardy to the party." "Marlene and I have the situation under control." "So the friedmans' youngest, Benny, picks me up on vacation in florida," "They're visiting their nanny in tampa, but that's neither here nor there." "I was just a baby at the time, but you know, you change, you grow." "Next thing you know, you're flushed down the toilet." "Fascinating." "Actually, it's not as bad as you think." "Lucky break you went down there to rescue Marlene, isn't it, Skipper?" "Actually, Kowalski," "I didn't so much rescue Marlene as..." "Well, let's just say, next time I find myself caught in the swirling currents of raw sewage, I hope that Marlene is at my side." "That's so sweet." "I think." "But I don't want to go into the haunted place." "Be brave, Mort." "Like me." "What's the matter with the funny hat guy?" "I wish I knew, Roger." "I wish I knew." "Oooh!" "Maurice!" "Mort!" "Something wrong, your Majesty?" "Yes!" "You did not tell me it was my birthday." "It's not your birthday." "Of course it is!" "Otherwise why would you have given me this ginormous present!" "Yeah, we didn't get you a present." "I did!" "No you didn't!" "No, I did!" "I didn't." "Oh, I see." "So you forgot my birthday." "No, it's not your birthday." "And this isn't a birthday present." "Protect me!" "Ugh!" "Ow!" "Oh, hello." "(Beeping sounds)" "What-- no-- stop right there!" "Come no closer." "Ow!" "Maurice, it is doing everything I am doing." "I do not like it, Maurice." "Look how it mocks me in silence!" "It's like a mini-mime!" "Stop it, stop it, stop it!" "This is the worst birthday ever." "(Sighing)" "A hot cup of Joe on a quiet morning." "Nice." "I beg you, stop!" "I beg you, please!" "Back up." "What?" "That thing!" "It is a mocking machine!" "See that?" "It just wants to hurt me." "Ha!" "Where did you get a robot?" "Oh, please, do not be pretending because I know it was you who made this robot thing to mock me!" "Quit it!" "Well, ring tail, we are indeed working on a mocking you scenario." "Operation Mock Julian." "But it's still in the lab." "It's only at mock 2." "I'd like to get to mock 8 before implementation." "So if you did not make this copying cat, who did?" "ROBOT:" "Who indeed?" "No, who in did?" "According to my research, this robot was designed to learn how to be a lemur before being sent on an outer space mission." "Once the robot has mastered lemur behaviour it will be sent to explore Mars." "Isn't space exploring more of a chimp thing?" "It's a life-emulating robot." "AKA: the L.E. M-R The humans believe that lemur locomotion is ideal for traversing the hummocky Martian landscape." "Hmm, hummocky." "Fascinating!" "Okay, what?" "Saying that the robot is here to learn from you." "Learn?" "From me?" "Yes, he's going to copy your every move and then take that knowledge into space!" "Into space." "Ahh-- ow!" "I am a rolling model!" "I can teach you everything about being a lemur king." "The bossings, the boastings." "But mostly of all, the boogeying!" "This can't be right!" "I shall call you Lemmy." "Now you are royalty just like me." "But still you have many things-- as I was saying-- you have many things to be learning." "Things like the mambo!" "The moonwalk!" "The Egyptian!" "The electric noodle!" "The robot!" "No, no, jerkier." "You know, like a robot." "I would think that one would be easier for you." "I don't like robot." "Listen, since that robot showed up, my life has been easy!" "Really easy!" "So don't ruin this, Mort!" "Don-- don-- don't I still don't like robot." "Yes, Lemmy!" "You are bringing it to the straight and keeping it realistic!" "It's madness, utter madness!" "That robot will need to be decisive, focused, practical, and able to disarm a tentacled space squid from 50 yards!" "Right!" "You can't boogie your way out of a Martian invasion." "Those space squids play for keeps." "But what can we do about it?" "Extract the robot from Julien's sick schooling and teach it the penguin way." "Yes, yes!" "We are getting a robot!" "Affirmative." "But how are we going to get the robot away from Julien?" "Leave that to me." "Uh... okay." "Really?" "You want us to play hide and seek?" "Yes, it is good idea." "You like?" "I do Mort, I do!" "Lemmy can learn my seeking technique." "Oh, also my counting technique." "I have added a few numbers of my own that you will be loving." "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10." "11!" "First off, I'd like to welcome our robotic ambassador to Mars." "We're going to teach you some patented penguin moves that I think you'll find very useful." "Especially when you come face to snout with the vicious space squid." "Now watch..." "Motor strike." "Roundhouse square." "Humble punch." "You getting all this, friend?" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Where are you going?" "Dancing?" "No, no, no!" "We're teaching you techniques you can use here." "Don't you understand?" "We know what's best for you." "Robot, I refuse to let you leave this compound." "(Alarm sounding)" "Ooh!" "Beautiful roundhouse!" "Oh, Lemmy?" "Ha-- hmm." "Where is my little robot rascal?" "Oh, Lemmy...!" "I have lost all sensation in my feet!" "I think I have internal bleeding!" "Ah-ah-ah!" "You are thinking you can hide from me, but you can't." "You found me!" "Yay!" "Look, of all the disappointments, this is the disappointiest!" "Where is my bionicle buddy?" "Who knew he was so good at the hiding?" "Maybe he's so good you'll never ever see him again." "Especially with the penguins." "No, Mort!" "I will never stop seeking my Lemmy!" "I will seek, and seek and seek!" "Oh, okay, um, but the penguins don't have him, all right?" "Okay, that almost sounded suspicious to me." "Do you know some things about where my robot is, Mort?" "Oh, no, I know no things." "Oh, okay." "Then you won't mind if I tickle you?" "Fire on, men!" "(Laughing)" "Feel your back, Mort!" "Feel your tiny, tiny gut!" "Where is my Lemmy?" "(Shouting and hollering)" "Huh?" "Uh-oh." "I" " I-- ha, ha!" "Or the back of your knee!" "The back of your knee!" "Mort, are you ready to tell me?" "No, more tickling!" "I will spill my guts now." "Kowalski, report." "Um, the robot" " Boom." "Ahhh!" "What-- what has been done by you to my poor Lemmy?" "Uh, it-- it was an accident." "We didn't mean to blow him up." "Kablammo!" "He was the only robot I ever was loving." "We're sorry ring tail." "It's just we knew it was best for the robot." "Kablammo!" "Kablowing him up was the best?" "Kablammo!" "Okay, I said we knew what was best, we just didn't do what was best." "Kablammo." "Your Highness, this just isn't healthy." "You got to shake this off!" "No Maurice, I will not shake this, or even my booty, ever again." "Foot hugging time, yay!" "Look at Mort hugging your feet." "Doesn't that make you crazy?" "Don't you want to do something?" "Anything?" "What is the point without my Lemmy?" "Skipper, something's not right." "I feel terrible!" "Same here, young Private." "It's as if there's a dark abyss at the centre of your soul and all that is light and good in the world is slipping into it." "Yup." "This is what it feels like when you've done the wrong thing." "We've never done the wrong thing before." "I don't like it!" "Me neither." "Men, we've got to fix this." "(Hammering and sawing sounds)" "Well, now that the coffee maker is working, let's get started on that robot." "Oh, Lemmy, of all the good times we had, the ones we didn't have were the best." "Ring tail, you can turn that frown upside down." "Your robo buddy is back!" "Lemmy?" "Is it really you and not some crazy dream that my head is making?" "It is you!" "Mort, off the royal feet." "Ha, ha, ha!" "That is my Lemmy!" "Men, we just made a very spoiled, very obnoxious lemur very happy." "And that's a good thing!" "Isn't it?" "TV:" "And touchdown in 5, 4-- It's Lemmy's big moment!" "TV: 3, 2, 1." "The robot has set down on a surface on Mars and we'll soon know if that billion dollar experiment is on." "It's taking its first steps." "What is he doing, Bob?" "He's dancing?" "BOB:" "I believe that's the electric noodle." "Look at him go!" "He is boogierific!" "And that is why you never send a lemur to do a penguin's job." "Subtitles:" "The We Like to Move It Crew." "Sunday morning." "Sunday morning?" "It is still saturday night, baby." "The sky spirits told me." "Sky spirits?" "They send me signs because I am the King." "See that cloud?" "It says to me:" ""party with the pansies"." ""Chimpanzees."" "And we were enjoying a quiet morning, if you don't mind." "I do mind." "That cloud said: "party time", so it's time to party." "Crank up that crazy conga rhythm, Mort!" "Please, not conga." "I am the conga King, doing the conga thing." "Tail up and tail down, hold my bottom and sing." "Let's all go, conganga." "More fun in, conganga." "You can't stop, conganga." "Jump in line and sing." "Let's all go, conganga." "More fun in, conganga." "You can't stop, conganga." " Jump in line and sing." " Conganga!" "Please don't be tardy 'cause we're having a dance party." "That noise, little boys is called... conganga!" "Conganga!" "Yay for King Julien!" "Come on, you funky monkeys." "Jump in line." "He must be stopped before he congas again." "An eclipse?" "What's that have to do with King dancy-pants?" "The sky spirits, you say?" "Phil, that is positively diabolical." "Lovely." "I am swimming in kingly sweatiness." "Turn up the fan, Maurice." "That is funky... and not in a musical way." "King Julien, you are truly inspiring." "I know." "It is from the dancing." "About the dancing." "We were just conversing with the sky spirits..." "Word up." "The sky spirits love me." "Peace out, sky spirits." "Wait, wait." ""Conversing"?" "Indeed." "Phil translates, actually." "Begin countdown." "Anyway, the sky spirits want to tell you something right about... now." "Why is the blue sky not sky bluish?" "Somebody made the sky spirits very, very angry." "I wonder who that." " Something's wrong with the sun." " He finally did it." " Who did what?" " My mad dolphin Nemesis," "Dr. Blowhole." "He blew out the sun." "Actually, according to my calculations, it is the rare cosmic event known as a solar eclipse." "You sure it's not the crazed handiwork of my marine mammal foe?" "It's totally natural." "The moon is between the earth and the sun." "It's a total eclipse." "Are you as totally stoked about this as I am?" "It should only last a few minutes." "Forever?" "No more sun forever?" "Afraid so." "The sky spirits are terrifically peeved at you." "Apparently, and this is them talking, not me, they feel that you're rude, bossy, selfish." "And they absolutely loathe the all-night dance parties." "Maurice, say something to them." "Sorry." "I don't speak sky spirit." "What can I do to make them love me again, to bring back the sun?" "Ridiculous." "The King would never stoop so low." "How low are we talking?" "Like this?" "Well, change your kingly ways." "Be less bossy, less rude." "And less conganga." "Hear me, sky spirits." "I get the message!" "I can change!" "You know, a little." "Make it a lot, and you've got a deal." "Okay, you win." "I'll change bigly." "Thanking you, sky spirits." "I will not let you down." "Good luck with the nice new you." "Nice." "I'm going to need a little help with that." "You are the nicest guy here." "Make me be nice." "I command you!" "That wasn't very nice." "Then you are failing already." "I mean you are the nicest guy here, right?" "That's very kind of you to say." "See?" "That's what I'm talking about, right there." "The nice, I need some of that." "Kowalski, analysis." "I'm picking up good vibrations." "Please!" "If you don't help me, every day will be an all-night party without the party part." " The sky spirits said so." " Sky spirits?" "Did you see the darkness?" "The eclipse." "The darkness." "It was my fault, and now I'm doomded to be nice, and I don't know how to do that." "Well, if you want others to think of you as nice, you could start by being nice to others." "Genius." "Just waiting for you to roll over so I can fluff up your pillow." "Not necessary." "It's okay." "I am prepared to stay all night." "I like a hard pillow." "I could be your pillow." "My bottom is very plush and fluffy, you know." "That's it." "No more Mr. Nice guy." " For you or Julien?" " Whatever works." "You can stop now, please." "Just quit being nice already." "I see." "This is a test to see if I can stay nice even when you get all mean and screamy." "Clever penguin." "Now the test is to be nice to someone else, someone you've never been nice to ever before." "This is the life." "Ever since the chimps told him about the sky spirits hatin' on him and shutting out the lights..." "Villain Mason?" "Looks like the chimps played ringtail for a chump." "I am so happy." "It's Shiatsu..." "I think." "Listen up." "The truth is, the darkness had nothing to do with any so-called sky spirits or you." "You were conned, tricked, played for a patsy." "That kind of talk can get you in big trouble with the sky spirits, mister." "Do you want to be the one massaging Mort?" "I don't think so." "I have what you're looking for." "Outstanding." "So when's the next big eclipse?" "From today?" "27 years, in Brazil." "I've always wanted to go to carnaval." "Think." "We need another sign from the sky spirits." "Dealer takes two." "A losing hand." "That's the signal." "Stone generator is a go." "Four aces." "I win!" "In your face." "I mean, of course, this is your hand." "I was only holding it." "Sounds like the sky spirits are trying to send you a message." "But I am being extra crazy nice." "New York's sky spirits are fickle pickles." "If they send us a sky spark..." "A sky spark?" " That's their way of saying..." " That I have to be even nicer?" "If you see a flash in the sky, that means you can stop being nice." " No more pillow fluffing?" " Bingo." "Like this never happened." "Go, go, go!" "This is all so complicated." "Did you see it?" "See what?" "Dear." "I think he missed it." "But we did create a... cloudburst." "The sky spirits are crying." "It was a sign from above." "The sky spirits want you to go back to your old royal pain self." "I can conganga again?" "I don't know what that means, but, sure." "Go for it." "Colorful." "Is that the sign you were speaking?" "That's the one." "Powerful New York sky spirits," "I read you loud and clear." "Because you helped me get back the sky spirit love," "I will now spread some of that love here." "Now and for a long time to come." "Please, no." "Please, yes!" "Party time, pansies!" "Mission accomplished, men." "Subtitles:" "The We Like To Move It Crew." " What are we looking at, here?" " Isn't it obvious?" "Looks like a regular fish, to me." "That's because it is." "Fantastic." "Thanks for clearing that up." "Meeting adjourned." "Wait!" "It's a regular fish now." "But when I zap it with my super ray, it will be a super fish." "Then, when we eat super fish," "We'll get stronger bones, denser muscle mass and, best of all, remarkably shiny feathers." "Aces, Kowalski." "I thought you'd finally cracked." "Keep an eye on him." "He's finally cracked." "Boring." "Don't like." "Don't want." "Don't care." "Used to like, not anymore." "Pass." "Wait!" "Was that a mango?" "So sweet and tangy and juicy and sweet." "Did I say "sweet" twice?" "It doesn't matter." "A mango can be sweetie sweet." "And now it's gone forever!" "I'll get it." "Wait!" "Mort, come back!" "That mango went into the gorilla pen." "We must do something." "But I cannot be leaping into action on an empty stomach." "Mango, where are you?" "Mango!" " Yo, Bing." " Badda?" "We got us a trespasser." "We got us a thief." "You know what we do with thieves, around here?" "Kissies and huggies?" "Thieves get bounced." "All systems are go." "Prepare for laser enrichment." "Pretty light tickles." "Good heavens!" "Mort, are you..." "I mean, look at..." "How do you feel?" "I'm muscley!" "I love it!" "Wait, I need to do..." "Tests." "Is this gonna be a problem?" "It was then I realized that I must focus on the most importantest thing in all of the life:" "Me." "Are you getting all this?" "I got it all." "Okay, then." "Chapter two." "What... is that... are you..." "Is Mort back?" "Did he bring the sweetie sweet sweetness of mango?" "Mort failed." "Mort, how many times am I telling you?" "One:" "No touching the royal feet." "Two:" "No failing the royal me." "Sorry." "I get mango now." "You didn't notice anything different about Mort?" "He's obviously doing something different with his hair." "It's nice, actually." " You want your mango?" " Yes, please." "Tell you what, friend." "We're not givin' it to you." " So what you gonna do?" " Beat us up?" "I said, "beat us up."" "Here, take a mango." "Take some bananas too." "Please." "Just don't hurt us no more, okay?" "You got all this from the gorillas?" "You like?" "I like very much." "How did you do such a thing?" "They told me to beat them up, so I did." "Don't be ridiculous." "You are far too puny to beat up such big gorillas." "Your Majesty, take a really good look at Mort." "Now that you mention it, I suppose he is a bit... buff." "A bit?" " He's huge, man!" " It's true." "And because of this hugeness, you got things?" "Perhaps I can be using this to my advantage." "Elephant!" "Give to me your peanuts." "Sorry, I don't have any." "Check the trunk." "Why do you lot want my hay?" "You blokes don't even eat the stuff." "No, but there's something else I like to do with it." "Make macrames." "Nice?" "Touch me hair again, and I'll snap you like a pencil." "Really?" "Listen, if there is to be any snapping," "It will be you who is the broken pencil, my friend." "Get him off me!" "Good day to you!" "Tell me you've got that antidote figured out." "Got nothing." "No matter what I do," "The formula's molecular structure fails to achieve low-energy orbitals." "Tart." "Have you tried adding sugar?" "Please." "This is an intricate problem that requires that..." "Sugar!" "Of course." "That's the answer." "The monosaccharide will stabilize the entire solution." "Good job, Private." "Well, I thought it needed the monostereo... thing." "Eureka!" "This will do the trick." "Saddle up, men." "We've got a job to do." "Using Mort's muscles to loot all this loot was geniusness." "I really must compliment my brain." "Brain, good job." "I thought it nice to have an idea you didn't pull out of your booty." "Do not speak ill of the booty." "Booty, booty, booty." "Shut up about the booty!" "You shut up about the shutting up." "I am not talking to you." "Fine, I am not talking to you, stupid brain." "Anyway, now I will dive into my Mort gotten loot." "Can Mort have banana?" "Mort, you silly billy." "Of course you can't have a banana." "This is the royal loot." "But..." "I want banana!" "Give me a banana!" "Maurice, do something." " Like give him a banana?" " Don't be ridiculous." "Mort, now, let's not do anything hasty." "You no bully Mort no more!" "You may have those." "They were a little green, anyway." "You might want to peel... no?" "Okay." "You do whatever makes you happy." "Mort cuddle feet!" "Sorry, sorry." "Had an itchiness." "Go back to the foot-cuddling." "Pretend I'm not here." "I am pretending I'm not here." "Thank goodness it is..." "Mort cuddle feet!" "What you lemurs do with your feet Is your own business, Mort." "But when you terrorize the whole zoo, it becomes ours." "Given that we turned Mort into the threat, wasn't it our problem?" "Not now, Private." "Anyway, you're drinking this antidote pronto." "It'll reverse the unfortunate freakish effects of the super ray." "Mort don't want antidote." "Can't... feel... royal... toes." "Mort like big!" "Oh, boy." "Mort like strong!" "Nobody boss Mort around!" "He's in berserker mode." "Retreat, men, retreat." "Open up." "It's medicine time." "Now, Mort, let's take a moment to gather ourselves." "Yes, please." "Has anyone seen my spleen?" "I know you don't want to go back to being little bullied Mort." "Still, might be a nice change of pace." "Let's give it a swirl." "But, Mort, there's a natural order of things," "And being little and loveable..." "Mort hate little." "It does tickle!" "I like beating up!" "Kowalski, options." "Only one, Skipper." "Close your eyes so you don't see it coming." "What the deuce?" "Big penguin." "And you're supposed to be little lemur." "So take your medicine now!" "I'm normal me again." "And I like me!" "But I hope you've learned a lesson of value." "Being a bully is no good." "Wait a minute." "You used Mort to bully everyone else." "Maurice, please." "We don't play the blame game here." "All of the blame is mine." "Just don't sit upon me." "Nothing left to do but whip up another batch of antidote." "Actually, I don't think that'll be necessary." "Private likes big." "Oh, boy." "Misfortune cookie" "Okay, that's one order of general tso shrimp, one fried rice, one veggie chow mein, and two kung pao scallops." "You are correct." "Okay, that's $35.84." "We'll be there in 20 minutes." "I got $1.17." " And rico got the rest, which is both impressive and gross." " Pack it up, boys." "We're on." " Here you go, sir." "Keep the change." " It's all change." "You are correct." "My friends..." "Dinner is served." "Take note, maurice." "Tonight chow mein is my main chow." "Take another note, Maurice." "Never am I eating chow mein again." "Excuse me." "General tso and his shrimp beat me tonight." "Oh, well played, General." "Skipper, I hope you saved room for a fortune cookie." "Private, there's always a room for a fortune cookie." "I say, would you like Phil and I read your fortune?" "Knock yourselves out." "Oh, your decisive skills make you a natural leader." "Well, thanks." "But what does the cookie say?" "That was it." "Oh, well, the cookie is quite perceptive." "Kowalski" "You're careful and considerate." "After careful consideration, I concur with the cookie." "Oh, read mine, read mine!" "Your heart is a fountain of joy." "It's true." "It is." "How about yours, Rico?" "Egad, man." "Are you certain you are reading that right?" "What does it say?" "Eh, your smiles are like rays of sunshine, warm and inviting." "My, look at the time, we must dash." "Hold up, chimp." "I smell monkey business." " You do?" " Yeah, I do" "Rico, smile." "That is not a warm and inviting smile." "More like creepy and unsettling." "Right." "So, chimp, what's that fortune really saying?" "Fine." "It says you will soon meet a foul end." "Rico!" "Get a hold of yourself, man." "Fortunes don't mean anything." "Wait a minute, Skipper." "Yours did." "That's called the exception that proves the rule." "And mine did too." " The other exception." " And Kowalski's?" " Okay!" "They were exceptional cookies, but that doesn't prove anything." "Fortunes are mere superstitions." "Yes, these stitions are super, that is why you must listen to them!" "This is a curse." "Your friend has been given a misfortune cookie!" "A what?" "A misfortune cookie." "It is like a regular fortune cookie except that it is filled with hate, and bile!" "... and sugar... and evil!" "Oh!" "That doesn't sound good." "Except for the sugar part." "You need the sugar, or the bile will overwhelm the flavor." "Anyway, it is only a matter of time before Chico" " Rico!" " Rico meets his foul end." "Come on, Rico, you not gonna believe this ringtail nutjob over your level headed friends, are you?" "Good man!" "Got me nines?" "No." "Go fishies!" "Maurice, I worry about those penguins." "What will make them believe in curses?" "Sure that that penguin meeting the foul end?" "Nothing." "Ah!" "But what if me made Freako..." " Rico" " Rico meet a foul end." "Then the penguins would believe." "Maybe, but then it wouldn't be the curse." "Wouldn't it, Maurice?" "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I'm pretty sure." "And I'm pretty not." "No, wait, not." "I'm pretty, very very pretty, so pretty." "Mort!" "Tell me I am pretty." "You are pretty." "Thank you." "See, Maurice." "Mort agrees with me." "Case closed." "All right." "What do you have in mind?" "Rico, you can't hide in there forever." "True, an unusual series of offence seems to be conspiring against you but does that mean you cursed?" " Yup." " Rico, say that you're cursed, do you really think a fortress of pillows would protect you?" "Look, curse is unreal, there's another explanation out there." "And I intend to find it." "This cart is uncapable of self-locomotion." " So the cart was pushed." " Precisely!" "I just started to eat my hay when something sharp like a needle popped me right on the butt." "Compelling" "Skipper, look!" "Lemur fur." "Lemur fur with a lot of hair products." "This can only mean one thing." "Don't play dumb with me, ringtail!" "Who says I'm playing?" "We know you're behind the so-called mishaps." "This is an outrageousness for you to accuse me like a snake." "Yo!" "We've got a snake to bite Rico." "This will convince those penguin..." "Yeah, forget it." "Okay, you caught me with the red hands, I did it all." "And you are gonna undid it all." "And so it was me who made all those scary things happen on you." "See, Rico?" "There's no curse after all." "I don't think he believes me." "Options." "I need options." "I have an "in" with the sky spirits." "I can ask them to break the curse." "Oh, come on." "Your mumbo-jumbos no more real than a fortune cookies." "Yes, but if Rico is willing to believe in one superstition." "Perhaps he'll believe in another." "No way." "Ringtail has done enough damage." "Kowalski, give me some more options." "Okay, give me a minute." "Here we go." "We can replace Rico's brain with a wombat's." " How would that help?" " I don't know, but I've got to do something with this." "Okay, I guess we do it your way." "Yeah!" "I'll get my curse-breaking crown." "Rico!" "I was wrong, oh, so very very wrong." "The curse is real, it's up to the sky spirits now." "Go to the ringtail." "Go." "Come closer!" "Closer!" "A little more closer!" "Wait, OK, that's too close, take one step back, another one little half step." "Right there." "Tell me, flightless bird Pico." " Rico!" " Rico." "Why are you here?" " You know why he's here." " Excuse me." "Are you wearing the big hat?" "No?" "Trust me, it's a part of a ritual." "Go on." "Okay, didn't catch any of that." "So let's skip the Qs and the As and move right into the curse removal." "Three terrible trials await you." "The first is the journey of a thousand tears." "You will walk the secret path... of Tikis." "Peeling an onion while you are repeatedly smacked by... the fishies." "Next is the journey of a thousand burdens." "You will carry the heavy things and... whistle while you do it." "Finally, it's the trampling by a thousand rhinos." "Eh, slight clinch though we only have one rhino, so you have to do it thousand times." "Flightless bird, you have completed the three trials." "By the way, sorry about the extra rhino tramplings." "I lost count." "And now, by the power invested in me by the sky spirits" " I pronounce you curse free." " Yeah!" "Julian did it, Rico is cured." "Or at least he thinks he is." "Works for me." "Oh, dude, sorry, my bad." "At least I'm comfortable." "Mad men is why we don't fly." "Skipper, do you realise what just happened?" "Duck is a water fowl." "And so its ducks bump is a fowl end." "Rico met a foul end." "The curse was real." " Told you!" " Yeah!" "[dramatic orchestral music]" "?" "?" "Okay, Kowalski, wow me." "Behold a portal to time's past:" "The chronotron." "So... it's a time machine?" "Well, yes." "So why not call it a time machine?" "Yeah, okay." "And while we're at it, let's just call the Great Wall a fence," "Mona Lisa a doodle," "And Albert Einstein Mr. Smarty Pants." "Oh, Skipper, I don't think you're seeing the big picture here." "With the chronotron, we'll be able to visit any period in history." "Outstanding." "Finally those hippies can be stopped." "Come on, Rico." "[grunts] Hippies." "Hold on, Skipper." "The chronotron needs just one more thing before it's fully functional:" "five ounces of macguffium 239." "Fortunately I know where to find some right here in midtown." "[sirens blaring]" "Oof." "The macguffium is somewhere in this lab." "Spread out, men." "Hello?" "Macguffium?" "[thunder crashes]" "Ah!" "Private, you have got to stop me!" "Um, okay." "Kowalski, stop, please." "No, not me me." "That me." "Hmm, nope." "[Bang!" "]" "Ah... nope." "[Boom!" "]" "Ooh... no." "[Pow!" "]" "There's two of you?" "Private, I have come from the future." "[stifles laugh]" "Heh-heh." "There's two of you." "[Boom!" "]" "That's a smashing trick." "How did you do it, mirrors?" "Or is that Rico in a Kowalski costume?" "Private, can you think of even one time" "I have played a trick or even told a joke?" "[gasps] You really are from the future." "Tell me, am I living in a cottage in Nova Scotia, happily married with one egg and another on the way?" "Eh, no." "Oh." "But we have more pressing concerns." "If my past self completes the chronotron, it will lead to nothing but disaster and chaos." "So go tell yourself." "You're sure to listen to you." "All right..." "No!" "If I meet my present self, the space-time continuum would be ripped asunder by a chronal vortex." "Oh, dear." "Ah-ha." "Here it is." "Five ounces of macguffium 239." "You've got to get that macguffium, Private, or the entire universe will be destroyed." "The entire universe?" "Yes!" "No pressure." "Ah, think of all the famous historical figures we'll be able to meet." "Yeah, like, uh, uh..." "Well, actually, I..." "I just want to slap a hippy or two," "Maybe make 'em get jobs." "Oh!" "How about you, Private?" "Private?" "History will unfold before our very eyes." "We'll watch primordial ooze form, witness dinosaurs battle for survival..." "Ow." "Stupid flying glowy bottle." "Behold primitive penguins rise as the dominant species." "[Doh.]" "And it's all thanks to this macguffium 239." "Could I hold it for a moment?" "All right." "Just be care... [gasps]" "Whoops, I spilled it." "Oh, no." "Oh, dear, now I seem to be accidentally trodding upon it." "My... my..." "my macguffium, ruined." "Oh gee, Kowalski, I'm sorry." "I guess no time traveling for us." "Well, good thing I grabbed a back-up." "Always prepare, baby." "Ah-ha." "Good show." "It'll take a few minutes to install the macguffium." "Wake me when it's time travel time." "Roger that." "Um, excuse me." "I have to do a thing over there, so..." "[Splash!" "]" "What do you mean, you didn't destroy the macguffium?" "I'm sorry, future Kowalski." "Well, then the universe is doomed!" "If only you could explain this to yourself without destroying the space-time condominium." "Continuum." "Right." "Maybe I can." "[grunting]" "Wrench?" "[wretches]" "Pliers." "[wretches]" "Six quarts of 30 weight oil." "[wretches]" "Ooh!" "Hello, boys." "Hello, Private." "What's with the box?" "Shoes." "Why?" "What's so suspicious about a penguin and his shoe box?" "Nothing, except we don't wear shoes." "Hmm, yes, quite true." "Oh, that reminds me, Kowalski." "Have you considered the dangers of a chronopath pair of ducks?" "[whispers from inside box]" "I mean, a chronopath paradox?" "Which has nothing to do with water fowl, apparently." "Chronopath paradox?" "Wait." "Are you saying that the chronotron could cause a time-spatial distortion?" "Don't know." "Am I?" "[whispers from inside box]" "Uh, yes, I think I am." "Einstein's undies." "I didn't think of that at all." "It could spell the end of the universe." "So I'm told." "[sonic boom]" "Skipper, you've got to stop me!" "Ow!" "There, you're stopped." "No, not me me." "That me." "I must destroy the chronotron." "There's two of you?" "You're from the future." "Tell me, does the Earth become a post-apocalyptic wasteland, terrorized by roving bands of irradiated mutants?" "Eh, no." "Oh." "But we have more pressing concerns." "Another future me has come to this time to convince the present me to destroy my chronotron, which I've only just learned is key to the survival of the universe." "Time travel." "All you want is to slap a hippy, but all you get is multiple Kowalskis." "Not to worry, Skipper." "I know just what to do." "And so dies the dream of time travel." "[whimpering]" "You do it, Rico." "You destroy all my hopes, dreams, and everything I ever lived for." "Okay." "Oh, hey there, boys." "Uh, what's going on?" "Skipper, what's in this sack?" "Laundry." "Why?" "What's wrong with a penguin and his sack of laundry?" "Well, nothing, except we don't wear clothes." "Well, yeah, 'cause they're dirty." "Can we please just get on with crushing my dreams?" "Hey, speaking of," "Kowalski, have you considered the, uh, uh... [whispering from inside bag]" "Right, right, the reverse chronology dilation backlash." "Brahe's boxers, I didn't think of that either." "Maybe the chronotron is safe after all." "[whispering from inside box]" "But... but the quantum entanglements disrupt any chrono backlash." "Good golly, I suppose that's true." "[whispers from inside bag]" "Yet the quantum entanglements dissipate in the presence of some photonic gobbledygook thing." "[Private and Skipper both talking at once] [grunts questioningly] I don't know what to do." "Private, Kowalski's making his time machine, and that's final." "Skipper, please forgive me for this." "Ah!" "[grunting]" "Ah, Private, drop that macguffium." "[muffled groaning]" "Ah!" "Ooh!" " Ooh!" " Sorry, Skipper." "Hey." "Ah!" "[Thwap!" "]" "Oh, look at them, Maurice." "Why can't we play affectionately like that?" "Private, listen, I have a Kowalski from the future who..." "What, you have a future Kowalski?" "I have a future Kowalski." "And mine says the chronotron must be destroyed." "Well, mine says it must be saved." "Oh, dear." "Which future Kowalski do we listen to?" "I say... the one that lets me slap a hippy." "I got it, Kowalski." "Now fire up that time machine." "[gasping]" "I can't let you do that, Skipper." "And I can't let you do that." "[gasps] Two Kowalskis." "It's the end of the universe." "Pff, don't get your feathers in a bunch, Private." "So long as the present kowalski doesn't see us, we should all be..." "[Clang!" "]" "Ow." "Whoa." "[Slap!" "]" "[gasps]" "Newton's knickers." "[Both:] Uh-oh." "What a..." "I mean..." "are... are you..." "I mean, mes from the future?" "[Both:] Precisely." "Wow, we are really good-looking." "[All:] Mm-hmm." "But the three of us in one place, the danger, it'll shred time-space." "It could create a rip in the very fabric of the universe." "[Both:] Like that?" "Ah!" "[whooshing]" "The... the winkys!" "[clock ticking]" "Ah!" "Ah!" "No!" "Eh!" "Ah!" "I never should have created this chronotron." "I had no idea." "But private did." "He understands." "I'll go back in time and talk to Private." "He'll stop me before any of this happens." "Ah!" "Yep, and that's how I got here." "Huh, it's kind of ironic." "If you hadn't created the chronotron, then you couldn't go back in time to tell yourself not to make it." "Fenneman's fellies, a paradox." "I've got to make sure that I do invent the chronotron." "Skipper." "I'll go back in time and talk to Skipper." "He's the only hope for the universe." "Ah!" "Yep, and that's how I got here." "So we're back to just one Kowalski?" "Affirmative." "Then give me some options." "How do we stop this thing?" "We can't." "It'll just get bigger and bigger and..." "Then it'll stop for a while." "Whew." "[electrical zapping]" "But then it'll get bigger still!" "Eventually it will swallow the whole universe!" "[cell phone ringing] [groaning] [electrical zapping]" "Rico, you did it." "Well done." "But... but that..." "that shouldn't have worked." "It... it breaks all known rules of the universe." "And that's why we call Rico a maverick." "He makes his own rules." "Yeah." "But... but... but the..." "the universe." "Problem solved." "Now, go invent something that won't destroy the world." "Like a snow cone machine." "Snow cone." "Snow cones." "[wind whistling]" "Kowalski." "You maniac." "You did it." "You finally really did it." "Yeah." "But you got to admit, these are good snow cones." "Oh, sure, totally worth it."