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The Penguins of Madagascar

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The Penguins of Madagascar

Thumb Drive: Julien's Booty Buster

IS THIS THE START OF A NEEDLE FREE-FOR-ALL? FIRST THE CHIMPS, THEN WHO? ROGER? MARLENE? MARK THESE WORDS. IT AIN'T GONNA BE ME. MARK 'EM! NOT ME! - YOU NEEDN'T WORRY, SKIPPER. JUDGING BY THIS NATIONAL SPACE PROGRAM INSIGNIA AND THIS ATTACHED PICTURE OF PHIL, I DEDUCE HE HAS BEEN DRAFTED FOR SPACE EXPLORATION, SPECIFICALLY LUNAR. - WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. THE ROCKET NERDS PICKED THE POO-FLINGER? WELL, WHY NOT A PENGUIN? MEN, FOR TOO LONG, CHIMPS HAVE BEEN THE GO-TO SPECIES FOR SPACE EXPLORATION. NO MORE. THIS TIME, A PENGUIN IS GOING TO THE MOON. [cheers] I'LL DISGUISE MYSELF AS PHIL, TAKE HIS PLACE, AND THEN, ONCE ON THE MOON, REVEAL MY PENGUIN IDENTITY. BOOM-BAM! LITTLE HUMAN MINDS BLOWN EVERYWHERE. - BRILLIANT, SKIPPER. - INSTANTANEOUS RESPECT FOR OUR DIGNIFIED AND PROUD SPECIES. - YEAH. [belches] - JUST ONE SMALL FLAW, A TINY, TEENY ERROR. [clears throat] I SHOULD BE THE ONE TO GO. - YOU? - WHY YOU? - BECAUSE TRAVERSING THE INKY BLACK VOID OF SPACE IS COMPLICATED BUSINESS, REQUIRING A DISCIPLINED, SCIENTIFIC INTELLECT. - THEY WERE GONNA SEND A CHIMP. EGGY? - HELLO, MR. SKIPPER, SILLY PENGUIN. - HI, GUYS. THANKS FOR WATCHING THE KIDS TODAY. - TODAY? AS IN TODAY TODAY? - WELL, YES. I MADE ARRANGEMENTS WITH PRIVATE JUST YESTERDAY. - OH, FIDDLESTICKS, I FORGOT. WELL, YOU GUYS JUST GO TO THE FESTIVAL OF DIRT AND FUMES WITHOUT ME, AND I'LL STAY HERE AND WATCH THESE ADORABLE DUCKLINGS. - THAT'S A NOBLE SACRIFICE, SOLIDER. BUT, YOU KNOW, CAN YOU HANDLE ALL THOSE DUCKLINGS BY YOURSELF? - AHEM. HONESTLY... I'D BE MORE COMFORTABLE IF IT WAS JUST PRIVATE. - [grunting] - AAH! - [laughing weakly] NOW, KIDS, WHAT SHOULD WE DO? MACARONI ART, OR-- WHAT? - SHIRTLESS NINJA ACTION THEATER! all: YAY, NINJAS! - TODAY'S FEATURE-- ZOMBIE NINJA MASTER II, THE NIGHTMARE MAKER. - NO! THAT SHOW IS WAY TOO VIOLENT AND NON-EDUCATIONAL FOR YOUR IMPRESSIONABLE LITTLE MINDS. all: AWW. - BUT INSTEAD, I'VE GOT SOMETHING I KNOW YOU'LL REALLY LOVE. A BIG PICTURE BOOK OF BUNNIES! SEE HOW CUTE THEY ARE, HOPPING ABOUT ON THEIR FURRY LITTLE FEET? - LAME. - EXCUSE ME, MR. PRIVATE PENGUIN, WE ARE NOT HATCHLINGS ANYMORE. WE WANT TO DO SOMETHING. - JUMP OFF A SKYSCRAPER AND LEARN TO FLY. - WELL, THAT'S NOT VERY SAFE. - RIDE THE RHODESIAN SLASHER! - NO, NO, THAT WON'T-- - SUCKER PUNCH EACH OTHER AND SEE WHO CRIES FIRST. - THAT'S A HORRIBLE IDEA, SAMUEL. - AAH! - THUMBPRINT CONFIRMED. - TAKE IT IN, BOYS. - PULSE RIFLES, PLASMA CANNONS. DISINTEGRATION RAYS. [squeals] 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. - [alarm sounds] - WHAT THE DEVILED HAM? - OH, HEY, MAURICE. UH, I WAS JUST OUT, DOING A LITTLE CARDIO, WHEN I HEAR ALL THE-- [imitates alarm] WOW, THAT SOUNDS DANGEROUS, RIGHT? YOU BETTER COME HOME NOW.