The Penguins of Madagascar: Happy King Julien Day! Page #5

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to look after things.

But Julien will always be

our one and only king.

There.

We are looking dandy fine here, boy.

When King Julien comes home,

this place will be sparkly fresh.

He will be so happy.

Yeah, say it.

And we will be so tired.

Oh, no!

Can't just be sitting myself

on the royal throne.

That would just be plain wrong.

Then again, what's the harm?

Mort, be a buddy and blow

some more air into our bounce house.

- If it's no bother, of course.

- OK!

You could see

the whole zoo from up here.

Bet I could eat just one.

That's pretty tasty.

Maybe just one more.

Or two.

For the king.

This next game was invented

by double-jointed Hungarian acrobats

from the Munich Circus.

You lemurs aren't big

on knocking, are you?

Silence!

I, Maurice,

supreme king of the lemurs...

That sounds good.

...demand that all animals swear

their eternal loyalty

to me, baby.

Or else!

Very funny, Maurice.

The whole power-mad act is hilarious.

- But we're in the middle of something.

- Help me.

That Maurice. What a joker.

I don't know.

That did not exactly sound like jollity.

Did you see his eyes, Skipper?

"Or else," he says.

Or else what, exactly?

Move it! Obey me, or suffer!

All power lines run directly

under the lemur habitat.

Right next to these water pipes.

- Theoretically...

- Maurice has shut down power

and water to all the habitats.

He can control everything now.

Wow. My theory was just about

jury-rigging a giant makeshift hot tub.

- This is much worse.

- We are going in.

Rico, we don't have time

to do this pretty.

Exce/ente,

Power and water controls at six o'clock.

We go on three.

One, two...

...three.

Well, the hot tub theory

is officially dead.

What's your sick

and twisted game, Maurice?

It's King Maurice,

ruler of all I survey!

Surrender to my supreme

and mighty power!

Well, that's gonna

be a bit of a problem.

You see, I don't know the meaning

of the word "surrender. "

"Surrender" is a verb, Skipper.

It means to give up or yield...

Oh, right.

Here, I'll do it myself.

I will force you to obey me.

You and what army?

- That army.

- Meet Bada and Bing,

personal body guards to the king.

- Bada...

- And Bing...

- Will crush...

- Funny birds.

Rico, tell me you still

have an ace up your sleeve.

- Skipper?

- Wait for it.

They're getting away!

They're getting away!

We got away! Hooray!

Wait, that laugh.

It sounds just like the one we heard

the other night. It's just like...

That deranged ringtail, Julien.

Remember, men, we don't know

what kind of sorry shape he's in.

Prepare yourselves for the worst.

Visitors.

Welcome to my luxury

spa/retreat/getaway palace.

- Where's my candy?

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