The Penguins of Madagascar: Happy King Julien Day! Page #4

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What more can I,

a devilishly handsome lemur king, do?

Hurry! Hurry!

What's the matter, wallaby?

Can't kick a moving target?

Wallaby? I'm a kangaroo, mate!

I've been had again.

We did it! Up high.

Yes, it is.

Down low.

Too slow?

You... You are too slow.

Never mind.

And so,

I bravely saved the annoying penguin.

But at what cost?

Without my battery,

our booties are sad and still.

That's a crying shame, Your Majesty.

Oh, yeah! Shame.

Look alive, lemurs.

- This is no way to party down.

- True that.

Your wisdom exceeds your years,

my flippered friend.

What is a party without mad beats

to rock the streets?

That's why you need this.

For me?

I'm not gonna cry.

I'm not gonna cry.

Consider it a tip of the beak

for saving my tail.

Now, squeeze in there

with your friends.

The monster beats rage on!

Boogie, my subjects! Yes!

Boogie!

How can you boys still be sleeping?

On your feet, team.

- What's that, Skipper?

- Earmuffs? Well, I'll be.

Only way to catch

quality sack time around here.

Rico, did you forget

to give Skipper his?

Thanks, boys.

Bliss.

Hit it!

Come on, yeah, dance

Cute and cuddly, boys.

Well, I'm gonna see your salmon

and raise you two cod.

What's this game called again, Skipper?

Stomp the Wombat.

Are you in or out, Kowalski?

You know, in Tasmania,

cheating at Stomp the Wombat

is a capital crime.

That's funny. I didn't know we

had a hyena exhibit at this zoo.

We don't.

Bogey, twelve o'clock.

Blend, boys, blend.

All right,

I better get you off to the hospital.

- Hello, Maurice.

- Maurice, fill me in.

- Three words or less.

- Well, I...

- No capiche, Try four words.

- I don't think that...

- Make it five.

- If you would listen...

OK, I'm gonna give you six words,

but you're wasting valuable time here.

It's King Julien! They just

crated him off to the zoo hospital.

I need hug!

He was just sitting on his throne,

eating his favorite red lychee nuts,

and then...

He went full-speed /oco,

All slobbery mouth

and crazy red eyes.

So? Sounds like business as usual.

Oh, no. This was worse.

And he had this horrible laugh.

I'll never forget it.

Understand what I'm saying?

So how long until

the royal pain recovers?

I don't know. I'm just an advisor.

There has to be someone

for me to advise.

There has to be a king!

- Ring-a-ding-ding, you're a king.

- Me?

I'm just the king's right-hand man.

And you know if the king's

right-hand man becomes the man,

- then the king's left with no right...

- Listen up, soldier.

Until Ringtail returns, someone's gotta

step up, take charge around here.

- But I...

- It's either you or Sad Eyes.

I guess it's on me

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