01x46 - The Falcon and the Snow Job

[bunniefuu]

Sorry, boys, you just got flanked.

I'd say this simulated
combat exercise is over.

Hoo-ah.

I'd say that too, Skipper,
if that flanking manoeuvre

hadn't sent your man straight
into our classic pincer trap.

Boom shaka-nah!

Ha ha!

We fooled you, Skipper.

What?

Oh, man!

Well, what you failed to
take into account is this

terrain just turned into molten lava.

Your mens' legs melted.

Boom shaka-nah!

Well-- But-- Oh, look!

A scientist just developed
personal hover technology.

[Humming]

And we just developeded
laser eye beams.

[Imitating zapping]

But we are wearing mirrored
disco ball pants that reflect

your laser eyes back at you.

Peh-tang!

Peh-tang!

Oh!

Get off!

I called no lava!

[Falcon squawking]

m*ssile incoming!

Look out!

Skipper, did the m*ssile
just tell us to look out?

What new madness is this?

Activate the talking
m*ssile defence shield.

[Whimpering]

Deploy.

Ah!

Backhand, Private.

[Squawking]

Shields penetrated.

Ground units, move in.

[Sighing]

What the-- That ain't no m*ssile.

That's a lady.

What a lady.

A peregrine falcon, I believe,
one of New York City's

skyscraper-dwelling birds of prey.

Ooh, a huntress.

A winged mistress of airless skies.

Enchanté, Miss...?

Kitka.

Sorry if I frightened you.

Frightened?

Ha!

Madame, I eat fright for breakfast.

With skeleton marshmallows.

I see we are much alike.

I also have a taste for danger.

Served extra crispy.

With a side of mortal jeopardy.

Ooh, then perhaps fate meant
for us to dine together.

But how rude of me not
to introduce the team.

I'm the skipper and these
guys are the, uh, others.

Hello.

Wassup.

So anyway, what does bring
you to our zoo, Miss Kitka?

I smacked into a window
and hurt my wing.

Just trying to fly it off, but
I think it may be broken.

Kowalski, medical exam.

Ah!

It's broken.

But my nest is at the top of
the Consolidated Amalgamated

building in midtown.

How will I get home?

I'd suggest the six train to


Miss Kitka, I insist you stay
here as my personal guest till

that wing heals.

Whah?

Why Skipper, you're as
noble as you are handsome.

Guilty on both counts.

[Giggling]

Skipper, I'm not sure
this is the wisest idea.

Really?

How so?

Kitka, may I ask what your
usual diet consists of?

Mostly smaller birds.

And sometimes the delicious
little furry animals.

Why?

♪ All hail King Julien ♪

♪ His name is Julien ♪

♪ It's pronoun-- ♪

Ah!

Predator!

Quick, boys, activate
the falcon shield.

Right away, your Highness.

What's with sad eyes?

Barbecue sauce?

I'm yummy with cornbread.

If you still have room for dessert,
you can eat this dumpy one too.o.

He would not mind.

Say what?

Whoa there, ringtail.

Miss Kitka's my guest.

She's not eating anybody.

Tell them, dollface.

Really?

[Sighing]

Okay, for you, Skipper, my sweet,
I will resist feeding on

the zoo's delicious, helpless,
perfectly bite sized...

[Giggling]

I got sampled!

She called me her sweet.

♪ Penguin boy wasn't
looking for love ♪

♪ Falcon girl predator from above ♪

♪ He's endured danger on
the jobs that he's done ♪

♪ She, like his neighbour,
served up hot on a bun ♪

♪ But what's this feeling
that's got them both reeling ♪

♪ It's stranger than
digesting a dove ♪

♪ It'll be a week to remember as
long as no one's dismembered ♪

♪ The greatest danger is love ♪

♪ The greatest danger is love ♪

Why Miss Kitka, is that our
hollow bone structure or are we

dancing on air?

Skipper, hasn't Kitka's behaviour
seemed strange to you this week?

Strangely attractive or
strangely compelling?

Actually, I believe Private
meant strange in the "oh, sweet

mercy, we are all going to be
ripped to shreds and swallowed

into a churning cauldron of
digestive juices" sort of way.

[Jabbering]

[Imitating screaming]

You boys just haven't gottn
to know Miss Kitka like I have.

The lady is a rare flower with
razor sharp talons and a beak

that could punch a hole
through battleship steel.

Hee-yah peh-ting!

[Squawking]

Huh?

Ah!

What in the name of Cupid's crossbow?

That's a big bird.

B-- Big, big bird.

I saw the bird.

The bird was big.

It was a big bird, it was a big bird!

Would you '86 the freaky deakies.

What happened to ringtail?

What happened?

Your girlfriend happened!

I woke up to a falcon swooping
over King Julien toward midtown!

[Gasping]

Kitka's nest is in midtown, the
Consolidated Amalgamated building.

Yes, but Miss Kitka's
recovering from a broken wing.

The lady can't fly.

Skipper, falcon feathers.

It appears she's made a full recovery.

[Gasping]

Oh.

I guess it's clear what's
happened here, boys.

Obviously some sick puppy
has framed Miss Kitka.

To the Consolidated
Amalgamated building.

[Groaning]

Oh, it's locked, Skipper.

Blast.

It looks like we have to
reach the top old school.

Boys, we're going to scale this
skyscraper even if it takes us

days to reach the summit.

Actually, I think the doors
open in half an hour.

No time.

[Wind whistling]

The weather's turned south, Skipper.

I don't know how much
more the men can take.

Rico is already showing
signs of altitude sickness.

Avalanche!

Whoa.

And there goes the rest
of our food supply.

I'm afraid we may have to
scuttle this mission, Skipper.

Negative.

The stakes are too high.

I'm with Skipper.

There's no way I'm letting King
Julien wind up as falcon food.

That's right.

If ringtail goes, we lose the
only witness that can clear

Miss Kitka's good name.

What?

[Squawking]

KING JULIEN: Help!

I am being chased by a hungry
falcon who wants to eat me!

Boy are we going to laugh when we
hear the explanation for that one.

Your Majesty!

I just want my blanky.

Can I please have my blanky?

There, you see?

No sign of Miss Kitka.

I trust you'll all be withdrawing your
slanderous accusations immediately.

[Squawking]

[Squawking]

Hey, what do you know?

She is all better.

Good for her.

I know you've been blinded by
love, Skipper, but you must

see now that your lady friend
is a vicious, savage shredding

machine who's trying to...
save us.

Oh, from another falcon.

Yes, of course.

Why else would the Kitka lady
come to my rescue after the

boy falcon sweet and snatched at me?

Silly penguin.

Miss Kitka!

Oof.

Oh boy, that hurts.

Nice technique.

Was that a Romanian tangler I saw
in the middle of that dog fight?

It's like you look straight
into my violent soul.

Um, Skipper?

[Squawking]

Right.

You rest easy, my feathered fury.

We'll take it from here.

Action time, boys.

[Squawking]

Whee!

I'm a carnival!

It's no good.

That falcon is in his element.

Rico, I need to take
this fight to the skies.

I can't watch!

Okay, then I will describe it for
you in really boss sound effects.

Check it out.

Fling!

Scraa!

Ook!

[Squawking]

Flafta flafta flafta flafta.

I'm a penguin falling!

[Speech trailing off]

[Gasping]

No, no, no.

I was just practising that last
one in case I need it later on.

But I got you, though, didn't I?

[Squawking]

You will never foul the good
name of Miss Kitka again!

[Squawking]

[Gasping]

You hear about Frank, huh?

[Squawking]

[Shrieking]

[Cheering]

Yay, we are cheering together!

I could really make a habit out
of saving you, Miss Kitka.

Mmm, peck-peck peck.

Trying to kiss, but I got no lips.

Peck, I love peck.

No, no, wait.

I'm getting good at this pecking.

There.

I hope you've learned something
about not judging others.

Miss Kitka is clearly a fine
non-zoo animal eating citizen.

That's right.

I only ate one squirrel, and
he wasn't even from the zoo.

Excuse me a sec.

[Retching]

It's a nice flight, but the
snacks in there are terrible.

I think we should see other people.