Merry Madagascar Page #3

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Can we freak out now?!

OK, here's the plan.

We head to the nearest post office

and we just dump the gifts.

- That's a plan.

- I need stamps, anyway.

Skipper, get us

to the nearest post office.

In New York.

Well, looks like our coffee break.

Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!

Oh, my gosh! You're Santa's helpers!

This is amazing!

You're hairier than I thought.

But amazing! OK, calm down, Abby.

Breathe.

Namaste. Namaste.

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Oh, my gosh! I almost forgot!

I made you cookies.

This is the best Christmas ever.

Don't tell Santa I was up. Really.

OK, I'm going to bed now.

I can't go to sleep. No way I can go

to sleep. I just met Santa's helpers!

I think I broke my collarbone.

No! It's OK. Going to bed now.

Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!

New plan. We're not

going to the post office anymore.

We're Santa's hairy helpers.

And we don't rest until every one

of these gifts gets delivered.

Skipper, progress report.

Only 152 cities left to go.

Skipper, look!

- New York!

- It's still here!

- It's still beautiful!

- And it's still gonna be here

when we're done!

All right, New York, let's do this!

On the 88th day of Julianuary

My true love sent to me

A great, big present for me

Oh, Amelia. Did you ever feel

like you're just wasting away?

This is the worst Julianuary ever.

- King Julien?

- Hello.

Haven't you heard of knocking?

I could have been naked in here.

I'm sorry if I ruined your Julianuary.

I don't understand.

I have all the presents.

Why do I feel so empty inside?

I don't know. But back there,

when we were all

giving presents to each other,

it was pretty good.

Hey! Why don't you give one

to your girlfriend Amelia over there.

- I bet she'd like it.

- No, she's not my girlfriend.

I don't want to. OK, fine, I'll do it!

Keep your chubby hands off.

Here, Amelia. Merry Julianuary.

Look at the smile on Amelia.

Making her feel good

makes me feel good.

Kind of warm and tingly

on the inside.

Like pinworms! Come, fat man!

We must share with the world

what I have discovered!

We did it.

Every single present delivered

and accounted for.

Goodbye, empty bags.

Hello, new...

No! There's still a few left

in this one!

No. No! No more!

I can't take it.

I'll throw it in the river.

It'll be like we never saw them.

Give me that.

Wait, they're... they're for us.

- What?

- Melman.

- Really?

- Marty.

- Get out of here.

- Alex! And me!

No way! Candied yams from Sylvia's!

And they're still hot!

They're still hot.

An inflatable hippo pool?

And chlorine?!

Oh, yeah. That's the stuff.

Dr. Maneesh's neck massager!

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