The Penguins of Madagascar: Happy King Julien Day! Page #3

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from my cold, dead flippers.

Sounds gross, but doable!

Oh, no.

I win! Into your face, penguin!

Don't make a sound.

- We're in Joey's pen.

- Who's Joey?

That's Joey.

A kangaroo?

How cute.

For a moment there,

I thought it would be something dan...

Now look, marsupial,

we don't want any trouble.

We just came to get...

Joey don't rightly

appreciate trespassers, mates.

Makes me mad.

Come down, you bludgers,

before I chuck a wobbly.

Have you never heard

such a mangling of the language

which we are speaking?

Anyhoo, fear not.

I have loyal subjects who live

to sacrifice their skins for me.

Mort! Maurice!

I'm dancing! I'm still dancing!

They are not running

when I am bellowing.

I shall punish them harshly.

OK, crazy-ish idea.

You help me get out of this place.

Team up... with you?

I was thinking more like

you do all of the work,

and I will watch with anticipation.

Well, then forget it, compadre.

It's every animal for himself.

OK, you win.

Go team. First we'll need a plan.

Here goes nothing.

Hey! What do you know? It actually...

Not in the face.

Please spare my moneymaker.

All systems go.

Where do you two dingoes

think you're going?

Kangaroo!

You cannot be bouncing this high

while I can.

Easy, Ringtail.

Yes, I can do all

the bouncing I choose up here.

- Ringtail!

- Are you not seething with jealousy

as I bounce and bounce

and bounce some more?

Look at my bouncing magnificence!

Hello. Did anyone ever tell you

you have beautiful eyes?

- Please, not to be hitting me.

- No worries, mate.

Skipper, if only one of us

can make it out of here,

let it be... Joey.

- Wait, Joey?

- Oh, yeah.

Without the beatings,

this place wouldn't be half bad.

We're getting out of here, Ringtail,

thanks to this handsome fella

and his little dummy friend.

You have failed

to capture my regal profile.

Joey only needs to buy it

for a few precious moments.

You see, every morning,

that gate automatically

opens for breakfast.

At precisely 0600 hours,

we use our decoys and we break.

Fast. Get my drift?

No, this is too long.

I cannot wait 600 hours.

0600 means 6am.

- When is that?

- From reading the sun correctly,

I'd say...

...now!

- Now?

Now! Now! Now!

Nobody pushes a king out of a tree.

Give you two a proper harrying, I will.

Hey, look what I...

I've been had.

Everyone who is

important to me made it.

Happy ending.

But what is this feeling I am feeling?

It is not a happiness.

Was that the best you...?

It is a feeling that I have not done

all I should have done.

I do not like it.

How do I make it go away?

Please do hurry, penguin.

I am not used to the physical labor.

- Trying!

- I cannot hold it much longer.

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