03x15 & 03x16 - A Kipper for Skipper/High Moltage

[bunniefuu]

Hit it.
♪ Hey-Oh, yah, hah ♪

♪ Oh, Hey-Oh ♪

Yeah, dance!

♪ Hey-Oh ♪
Yeah.

♪ Oh-Hey-Oh ♪

Cute and cuddly, boys.

Heads up, Kowalski!

Righto my good man.

I don't now what
Skipper is on about.

These dogfighting drills
are marvelous fun.

Yes.

'Tis truly the sport of gentlemen.

Did you hear something ominous?

Ah, the hammerhead gambit.

A bold tactic... if you don't mind

the anti-aircraft fruit bombing!

The what?

One at you, and one
for me, and one at you.

Since when do we help the penguins

with their combat exercises?

I just like to
throw fruit at them.

Wow.

I call the dismount
Lotus Flower Eats Dragon.

Impressive, right?

I don't know.

I missed it.

I'm just trying
this new thing where

I say wow instead of hello.

It makes meeting
people more exciting.

Fred!

Wow.

Woah!

Hey, an acorn.

Fred!

Acorns, jackpot!

Acorns, jackpot!

Acorns, jackpot!

Woah, check it out.

Somebody hit a jackpot.

A jackpot, oh wow!

Yo, this is Central Park.

Out here, acorns are like money.

And your boy just
won the nut lottery.

You all know acorns grow on trees?

I mean, literally.

What am I supposed to
do with a haul this big?

Do not crowd the upper class.

Maurice, royalty halo.

All right, all right.

Give me a radius, people.

You are all less important!

Hello.

I hear you have a money problem
of the how to be spending it

variety.

I also have a touch of tail minge.

You're on your own with that.

But, at no cost, I can provide
you the custom, super boss King

Julien Worth Enjoyment Services.

Before you know it,
he'll help you blow it.

I always thought red was
the most professional crayon.

Kowalski, give me a
Moronometer reading.

Well past her imbecility
tolerance level, Skipper.

And we're out.

Do not worry your lumpy head.

I am a king.

If there's one thing
the royalty knows,

it is how to spend stuff you
did jack-a-diddly to earn.

The ground vibration
sensors confirm?

Yes.

Finally, some
bucky-toothed bumble clat

has found the jackpot OK.

Underlings, find this Mr. Acorn
money bags and bring him to me.

Things to buy when rich...
number one, underlings.

All banked away, Your Majesty.

Hello.

Then it is time to get spending!

Maurice, Mort, drop some
acorns on this party!

♪ DJ, woah! ♪

♪ Crank up that show ♪

♪ Don't you know
I gotta squirt my flow? ♪

What?

He says no.

Time to go.

Yo.

Drop some acorns on him.

Here we go.

♪ I drop some acorns on him ♪

What?

I drop some acorns on him.

What?

I drop some acorns on him.

Seriously, what?

h*!

So, I got this crown
but you got focus.

I am

What?

King needs a possum.

What?

It will be awesome.

Yo.

Drop some acorns on him?

Sha-no-zit!

I drop some acorns on him.

What?

I drop some acorns on him.

What?

I drop some acorns on him.

Wait, I get it.

Money is fun.

h*!

Right about danger,
bag of danger, never

talk to strangers.

Sometimes I just want to
hit this with a coat hanger!

And then I drop
some acorns on them?

h*!

h*!

h*!

Who!

Look, I got swagger.

You ain't seen swagger
yet, money bunny.

As soon as Maurice and Mort get
their lazy behind quarters back

here with more of those...

Hey, an acorn.

Underlings, take
the fools to my lair.

Everybody is underlings except me.

You forgot the acorns
for your cage party!

So, how did it go wrong?

Not that I care.

I just need to know which
pinhead rescue kid to bring.

Red for angry present
revolt, blue for trapped

under weight of
excessive gold chains.

It was some
eyepatch-wearing squirrel.

Kidnapped by
covetous arch villain!

Then we pack light.

One right flipper, one left.

Gotcha!

So, Mr. Hippity Hoppity
Boogity Blingity Party

Makers, found the jackpot, did we?

Maybe.

Can not be proven
we have any acorn.

You are wearing acorns for shoes.

Yeah, walnuts had no arch support.

Yeah, these are pretty sweet.

And now we escape to freedom!

Hey, an acorn!

Rico, recon!

OK.

Ooh, circles.

Kowalski, analysis!

You know, you could say please
every once in awhile, Skipper.

Looks like the red squirrels got
ground vibration sensors tied

into an automated defense grid.

We can't even get close to his
tree without triggering it.

Yes we can!

Sad Eyes, alternate,
more adorable analysis.

Well, we can get to the
bad squirrel man's tree.

We just cannot touch
our feets on the ground.

My analysis had bigger words.

I Tyre of the foolishness.

You have these
jackpot acorns, and I

demand them for my
own evil purposes.

Ah.

Ah what?

He is wanting the acorns.

Of course I am wanting the acorns!

So this is a business proposition?

No, this is not a
business proposition!

Well, not a good one.

What are you even selling to us?

Fred got to get paid, son.

True dat.

Start from the beginning.

But this time, you know,
give us the scissor.

I like the new opening.

Very attention-getting.

All right, men.

Our plane is out of commission.

We'll have to take it
treetop to treetop.

It's the world's deadliest
game of keep off the ground.

We do still have jet packs.

But, you know, we
could pretend we don't.

Execute!

I'm sorry, Skipper, but...

We've already had enough
of your buts, Private.

Oh, you meant it that way?

Yeah, so these underlings, do
you buy them with the acorns

or make them out of the acorns?

No more of the
business proposaling.

Tell me where the
jackpot acorns are,

or I will do such
horrible things to you.

What kind of things?

Horrible, OK?

The surprise is a big
part the horribility.

Ha ha!

Hi, King Julien.

It's me!

Mort!

Perfect planning, you
waddling fish belchers.

That's a hurtful name.

Excuse me.

Now I can show these two
dunder skulls exactly what

I will do if they do not pay up.

OK.

I am sold.

What?

I say I will burst every acorn you

got in this whacky visionary.

Fo' sho'.

Yes!

The red squirrel's
mad plans backed

by Julien and Fred's cold
heart tree nut currency?

Yes, and there is nothing your
pointed beak can do to stop it.

Yeah, I'm cool with that.

No!

Say what?

Hurry it up!

We have underlings
to hire, death ray

supplies to... where
are the acorns?

You were supposed to
be getting the acorns!

So, OK.

I know you like the acorn idea.

But think about the zany, evil
plans you could do if we traded

all the jackpot nuts for...
wait for it... magic beans!

They call this one a jelly bean.

Sky spirits, release
the jelly magic!

Ow.

OK.

Ow.

How did you know, Skipper?

First rule of money, boys... never

put the nuts in
charge of the nuts.

Ow.

This time for sure.

Ow.

Mindless lunacy,
senseless destruction,

and a stench reminiscent
of overripe cheese.

It could only be one thing.

Lemur party!

A new just shipped into the zoo,

and King Julien is
throwing a welcome bash.

We've had animals arrive before.

Why the fuss?

Because this one is from...
drum roll, please... hello?

Madagascar!

Look alive, men.

Nothing good ever comes
from that nutty island.

Oh, don't be so poopity.

There's nothing to... Gah!

Fossa inside!

The fossa is Madagascar's most
savage predator... wild beasts

that bite with flesh-shredding,
bone-crushing jaws of doom!

And that's just if they like you.

The door is stuck!

Use the windows!

Anti-fossa formation.

This is it!

A baby.

It's so cute.

What?

What is it?

It's so fluffy,
and small, and baby.

I could... I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Isn't it just precious?

Precious, huh?

Is that short for pretty
clearly carnivorous?

Stand down, Ringtail!

Relax.

This pup couldn't eat
us if it chewed all day.

Its face makes my
arms feel all huggy.

Where is your lemur pride?

Have you no cowardice?

It does not appear to
consume solid foods yet.

The only danger this
little tyke poses

is stealing our hearts.

Just keep it far,
far away from me.

Could you stop being a drama king?

Fact, Maurice... as soon as the
fossa get his chewing teeth,

he will chew on us.

Hey, you be the lookie out.

I'll stand guard in the hammock.

I hear better with my eyes closed.

Ah, yes.

I approve of this good idea.

And I will stay here.

The bread eater fossa shall not
escape the King's eagle eyes.

Get off!

Get it off!

How do you like...

What happened?

What do we punch?

The fossa, it tried
to eat a royal rump.

It is bloodthirsty!

Aww.

Oh, yeah.

He's a k*ller.

Yes.

I... I hear the gorillas
are under attack

from sparkling butterflies.

Lip licker!

Lip licker!

Oh, come on.

Did no eyes but my eyes see that?

Come, snickety fossa.

I will encage you and foil
your bulky eating schemes.

Then, Maurice is going to
be like, I'm a dummy head.

And then I'll say, you just
burned yourself, buddy.

Is this really necessary?

The fossa is a trickster.

The zoo people think he is
cutesy ootsey.

But he is a lemur eater!

And I will prove it to you.

See how it devours
Mort with its... what?

Why?

Aww, double cute.

Crikey, that mate got
me all warm inside.

Joey don't like feeling warm!

What do you think?

What is it?

It is the royal nighttime mecoy.

The fossa will attack
the mecoy, and I

will be spared from
him bitey savagery.

Maybe he's just being
friends, like when you touch me

suddenly with your action foot.

I love you too!

That guy has got issues.

Maurice?

Is that you?

Fossa is here!

Mecoy!

You're really never coming down?

Why would I need
to be coming down?

Up here is my kingdom now.

Would you like a sky smoothie?

I'm scared.

Just back away slowly.

Jeez, you're growing like a weed.

Pretty soon, you'll be eating
solid foods like a big boy.

What does that...

Hey, make sure we have fossa food.

What's it eat?

How am I supposed to know?

Probably nuts or something.

It is growing, and it is hungry!

Booty hungry.

Ringtail, what is your problem?

Booty hungry!

It would appear Julien
has developed a severe case

of overactus divatosis,
AKA drama king!

Burned!

Two for two today.

I am on fire.

Don't you get it, man?

It can't be reasoned with.

It has no predators!

Actually, a fossa's
natural predators

are crocodiles, large
birds, and snakes.

Next time, research
before you besmirch.

Two for three.

Large birds and snakes?

You can eat the fossa.

What?

I'm just saying,
he is a tasty fossa.

You are birdies, and large.

You shouldn't...

I mean, look at the
largeiostity on the crazy one.

He is jiggly.

Animal transfer system, engage.

Animal transferring, yes!

This may be the answer
I'm looking for.

Time to be gone with you.

And you almost got away with it.

Bad Julien.

Turn your blamey flippity
wings around, birdies.

I'm doing your job and saving
the zoo from this monstrosity.

Da da.

Da da?

Why is the monster loving me?

Fascinating.

It appears to think you are
some sort of father figure.

But the chomping,
the booty hunting!

Biting is typically what
fossas do when they like you.

I thought I said that earlier.

Just like puppies.

Quit it.

I'm a papa?

There.

Mystery solved.

Now, no more trying
to transfer the fossa.

That is a good idea.

I should have transferred
the fossa out of the zoo

instead of transferring
the snake in.

What nice, my.

Savio!

And now that the proper
predator has arrived,

the just desserts can be served.

Scram, snake.

We beat you twice before,
we'll do it again.

Actually, Skipper, Burt
beat Salvio the first time.

Oh, right.

But we beat him after that.

No, that was Julien
and some butter.

We really didn't beat him?

Because I feel like we did.

Not even once?

What a delectable little morsel.

Mr. Snake, funny story.

It's been a pleasure...

There will be time to chew
your fat later, tasty mammal.

But first, this appetizer!

Show Daddy some love.

Save me, fossa!

On your feet, men!

Commence Operation "We
Finally Beat Salvio Tonight."

I'm serious this time.

Go!

Carry on boys.

Try chewing on this, you...

Rico!

Reptile rodeo!

Yippie-ki-yay!

We got...

We won!

Ah, perfect.

I much prefer diving
in to fast food.

And now to... What are you doing?

You cannot eat us,
because we are too cutesy.

What a deliciously
naive statement.

Fine.

But have the king first.

I shall clog you
with such a furball,

you will not be able
to eat the baby fossa.

As you wish.

Hasta la vista.

Lame-o.

You try and making a
reference about food.

You know what?

I'm just going to eat you.

He tried to eat me!

Is this what biting feels like?

Yes, give him the left!

And then the right!

And then the one fang boomerang!

Mamasita!

We're back, and we've got butter.

It is pitiless.

Come on.

Now the baby beat him?

Bye bye.

Does he really have to leave?

Afraid so.

According to shipping records,
he's on a zoo-to-zoo tour

until he returns to Madagascar.

Bye, baby booty eater.

I'll visit your when I
get my driving license.

I'm going to miss that
little rat scallion.

Not as much as him.

Come, fossa.

Say goodbye to Papa.

I see you got your second tooth.

That's cute.