Madagascar Page #5

- We're running out of time.

Oh, Melman, you broke their clock?

...do this again! Don't you ever,

ever do this again!

Come here.

We've been ratted out, boys.

Hold your fire!

Cute and cuddly, boys.

Cute and cuddly.

If you have any poo, fling it now.

It's the Man.

Good evening, officers.

No. No. No. You don't talk now. OK?

You're not good with the

"putting words together

and their coming out good" thing.

You keep it "shh".

Hey! How you doing?

You know what? Everything's cool.

We just had a little situation here.

Little internal situation.

My friend went a little crazy.

Happens to everybody.

The city gets to us all.

Went a little cuckoo in the head.

Don't be calling me

cuckoo in the head.

Just shush! I will handle this.

Oh! I got him!

Go, go, go! Right here, please.

Would you give a guy a break?

We'll take my little friend home and

forget this ever happened. All right?

No harm, no foul, right?

Hey, it's cool. It's me,

Alex the lion. From the zoo.

What's the matter with them?

I feel really, really weird.

I love you guys.

I love you so much.

Last night's dramatic incident

in Grand Central

is an example of what animal rights

wackos have been shouting for years:

Animals clearly

don't belong in captivity.

They are to be sent back

to their natural habitat,

where they will live their lives

in the freedom they desire.

- Hey. Little help?

- He's awake! He's awake!

Do something!

Oh, man.

Oh, my head.

What the?

Wait. Where? What?

I'm in a box! Oh, no.

No, no! Not the box.

Oh, no, they can't

transfer me. Not me!

Oh, I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

Darkness creeping in.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

Walls closing in around me.

So alone. So alone.

- Alex! Alex, are you there?

- Marty?

- Yeah! Talk to me, buddy.

- Oh, Marty! You're here!

- What's going on? You OK?

- This doesn't look good.

- Alex, Marty, is that you?

- Gloria!

- You're here too!

- I am loving the sound of your voice.

- What is going on?

- We're all in crates.

Oh, no!

- Sleeping just knocks me out.

- Melman!

Is that Melman?

- Are you OK?

- Yeah. No, I'm fine.

I often doze off

while I'm getting an MRI.

- You're not getting an MRI.

- CAT scan?

No CAT scan. It's a transfer.

It's a zoo transfer.

Zoo transfer?! Oh, no.

No, no, I can't be transferred.

I have an appointment

with Dr. Goldberg at 5.00.

There are prescriptions

that have to be filled.

No other zoo could

afford my medical care.

And I am not going HMO.

Take it easy, Melman.

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