Merry Madagascar

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Goodbyes can be bittersweet.

It seems like only 306 days ago,

we were snatched from our beloved

Central Park Zoo

and dumped here in... rustic Madagascar.

But now that we're leaving,

seeing you all here,

it reminds us just

how many friends we've made.

That's the greatest speech I've ever!

Looks like the kid

can't hold his sea water.

- Well, at least he showed up.

- I don't get it.

It's not like Julien to miss a party.

Maybe for some people,

saying goodbye is really hard.

Yeah, well, send him a postcard

'cause the wind's right on schedule.

Let's do this!

Can I have your attention? The redeye

to New York is about to board.

We're going home for Christmas!

- Sandbags!

- Check!

- Ropes!

- Check!

- Snacks!

- Check!

- It's working!

- We did it!

It may not be pretty,

but we headed to the city!

Candied yams from Sylvia's!

That's what I want for Christmas.

I can't wait to get back to my hippo

pool and that sweet smell of chlorine.

And I can't wait to see Dr. Maneesh,

greatest chiropractor ever.

Me? I just wanna see the snow

falling down on my beautiful city.

New York, here we come!

What the?

Look out!

Oh, no, no! No!

This isn't happening!

Get off me! Get off me!

Guys, did you hear something?

- Cannibals!

- Cannibals! Where?!

- Julien!

- It's just the freaks.

Maurice, I thought they left already.

I hope we're still charging them rent.

- Mort, stop drumming already!

- Sorry.

False alarm, everyone! Back into hiding.

It was just a cruel hoax.

Hoax?! What kind

of sick joke is this, huh?!

Sorry. We thought you were

the Marauding Red Night Goblin.

The Marauding Red... What-nin?

Maurice...

Every year, on the 24th of Julianuary...

- Julianuary?

- It's a festive holiday

- named after His Majesty.

- It starts with a red glow.

Then the air fills with the goblin's

horrible, mocking laughter.

Then it pelts us

with hundreds of black rocks!

Red Night Goblin!

The Red Night Goblin's coming!

OK, I get it.

It's Picking on the King Day.

Very funny.

You can stop now, Mort.

I know it's you back there.

The Red Goblin!

- He's real!

- What's happening?!

- Here, Julien.

- Hide the women and precious metal!

Load the shooting thingy!

Fire at the Goblin!

Lemurs down!

You, you, take their places.

Aye, aye.

That's it! I surrender!

We're gonna die!

- Alex, do something!

- All right, all right! All right.

You're going down,

Red Night Marauding Goblin Guy!

I did it, everybody!

I did it!

Everyone, after the Goblin.

Don't let him get away!

- Candy canes?

- Presents?

- These rocks taste like coal.

- Hang on a minute.

Alex, I think you just shot down...

Who's laughing now, Red Night Goblin?

I am. That's who.

Merry Madagascar!

- I shot down Santa.

- You on the naughty list for sure, now.

- Is it safe?

- Is what safe?

Are there more of you? How many?

Tell me. Are you a robot?

Maybe you have an army hidden inside

of you. Talk to me, robot army.

- I am talking to you!

- That tickles.

Look, everybody!

It shakes like a bowl full ofjelly!

- Hey, this is fun!

- Stop it, Julien! That's Santa Claus!

- No wonder he throws coal at you.

- Santa who?

Santa! Santa, you OK? I can't

believe I'm talking to Santa Claus!

- I know.

- Wait. Who's Santa?

What do you mean, "Who's Santa?"

If you're not Santa, who are you?

My name is...

I can't remember.

Look, he's got another hat on.

He must have hit his head in the crash.

Maybe he's got amnesia.

Oh, this is bad. This is...

This is bad!

I've ruined Christmas for everybody.

I've ruined Christmas for, like,

the whole world! Unless...

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