Madagascar Page #3

Two little words.

New York.

New York

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

Hey, I'm sleeping here!

We're not all nocturnal!

I'll knock your "turnal" right off, pal.

Yeah, you and what army, stripes?

You mess with him,

you mess with me, Howard.

- You're a bigmouth lion.

- See? Mr. Grumpy Stripes.

We make a great team,

the two of us.

We sure do. No doubt about it.

So, what are you going to do? Go

running off to the wild by yourself?

- No.

- Good.

You and me. Let's go.

- What?

- The wild.

Come on. You and me together.

It's a straight shot

down Fifth Avenue to Grand Central.

We'll grab a train, we'll head north.

We can be back by morning.

No one will ever know.

You're joking. Right?

Yeah. I'm joking. Of course

I'm joking. Give me a break.

Like we're going to get a train.

Don't do that. You really

had me worried there.

Oh, well. I guess I'll hit the sack.

Yeah, me too. I'll need

to rest my voice for tomorrow.

It's Seniors' Day, you know.

Have to roar extra loud.

Give them a little jolt. You know?

Good night, Ally Al.

They forgot to turn off

the ambience again.

Don't worry. It's cool.

You know, I got it.

Much better.

Come on, now, baby.

My little filet.

My little filet mignon

with a little fat around the edges.

I like that. I like

a little fat on my steak.

My sweet, juicy steak.

You are a rare delicacy.

Alex. Alex. Alex!

What? What?

You suck your thumb?

What is it, Melman?

You know how I have

that bladder infection

and I have to get up

every two hours?

I got up to pee and looked over at

Marty's pen, which I usually don't do.

I don't know why, but I did. And...

What? What's going on?

It's Marty. He's gone.

Gone! What do you mean, "gone"?

How long has he been working on this?

Marty!

Marty!

He wouldn't fit down there.

Marty? Marty! Marty!

This doesn't make any sense.

Where would he go?

- Connecticut!

- He wouldn't.

Oh, no! What are we going to do?

I mean, we got to call somebody!

Hello? Get me Missing Animals.

And hurry.

We've got a lost zebra on

the way to Connecticut, and we need...

- Hello? Hello?

- Wait a second.

- We can't call the people.

- What the?

They'll be really mad.

It'll get Marty transferred.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you.

I know that's right.

We got to go after him.

He's not thinking straight.

Stop him from making

the biggest mistake of his life.

He's probably out there

lost and cold, confused.

Poor little guy.

Come on.

One of us should wait

in case he comes back.

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