All Hail King Julien (2014–2017): Season 2, Episode 16 - King Juli-END? - full transcript
Doc S diagnoses King Julien with Mad Horse disease. Now Julien's rule of his kingdom is in jeopardy.
[theme song playing]
♪ Party ♪
-♪ Who's the king? ♪
-♪ King Julien! ♪
-♪ Who's the king? ♪
-♪ King Julien! ♪
♪ Get down for the get down ♪
-♪ Everybody party with King who? ♪
-♪ King Julien! ♪
-♪ King who? ♪
-♪ King Julien! ♪
♪ Tonight will be forever ♪
♪ Let's do King Julien style ♪
♪ Woof! ♪
♪ Whoa, oh, whoa, oh ♪
♪ Y'all tell me who's the king ♪
♪ Whoa, oh, whoa, oh ♪
♪ All hail King Julien! ♪
[Julien groaning]
[Maurice] Your Majesty, please get up.
You're not sick.
You've got a full day today.
I'm dying, Maurice.
Oh! Ah! [coughs]
Do you see? If I wasn't dying,
would I make sounds like that? Would I?
You do this every time
there's something you don't want to do.
Oh, Mo-Mo, you sad, sad cynic.
[coughs]
This has nothing to do with
all the boring work stuff you're holding.
-[coughing]
-[groans]
Fine. I'll set up
an appointment with Dr. S.
I have some troubling news, King Julien.
How troubling are we talking?
It's your friend, Rob. He's in a coma.
[gasps] Oh, no!
How did it happen?
It's a medically induced coma.
It was Rob's idea.
Why on Earth would he--
He's been having
a little difficulty sleeping lately
and wanted to catch a few Zs.
[laughs]
Medically induced coma.
Oh, that is so Rob.
Well, if King Julien's okay,
I guess we'll get out of your way.
King Julien is not okay!
Tell me, King Julien,
have you been feeling restless?
Bored? Depressed?
Tired? Angry? Gassy?
"Yes" to all of those,
especially number eight.
Well, according to this outdated
medical almanac,
you have mad horse disease.
An illness that is extremely rare.
And usually only occurs in horses.
-Ooh, fancy.
-Yeah, except you're not a horse.
Doc, you gotta give it to me straight!
-Is there a cure?
-No.
And I'm afraid, in my expert opinion
as a self-taught doctor
who practices medicine
[shouts] out of a cave...
[thunder crackling]
...you only have one week to live.
[whimpers]
[Mort crying]
-The king's not really ill, is he?
-No more than usual.
Mort, you can give it a rest.
King Julien's perfectly healthy.
[cries loudly]
[sneezes]
Ugh! Oh, come on, man!
Seriously? It's like a jump rope.
I'll bring you a casserole later!
Your Majesty, Maurice and I both feel
this has gone far enough.
And Frank has decided
my life has gone far enough.
♪ Swing low, sweet chariot ♪
♪ Coming for... ♪
Masikura? What will happen when I die?
Well, the ghost that lives in your head
will teleport
to the magical realm of Frank-ri La,
where your ancestors
will examine every selfish act
you've ever committed,
and judge you harshly!
Okay, how harshly are we talking exactly?
Like a stern talking to,
or maybe a light spanking?
Oh!
Ancestors, yes, you're right.
I have been very naughty. Ahh!
If found guilty,
you will endure an eternity
of unspeakable horror
that will somehow manage
to get worse every day
so you are never able
to adjust to how bad it is!
Oh, that-- Oh, that's, uh... Whoa.
Luckily, I've always been a giver.
No selfish king here.
Nope. I give till it hurts me.
-Um...
-Um...
The couple has written
their own vows and--
[Julien munching]
Wow.
Stay back! It's mine! All mine, I say!
And the winner of the Mini Madagascar
Spelling Bee is... Todd!
[audience cheering]
-Thanks, every--
-Oh, man!
I have so many people to thank for this!
Hot stuff, coming through!
[screaming, groans]
Why? Seriously, why?
And that's just in the past week.
In my defense, I was in a hurry,
and Horst was sort of
in the way that time.
King Julien, you must make amends
with anyone you have wronged.
Define "wronged."
And also define "amends"
because I'm not a hundred percent sure
I know what that word means.
Actually, I think that's a great idea.
-Really?
-Yeah.
Even if he's not dying, telling folks
he's sorry can't hurt, right?
Sorry I ate your entire wedding cake.
I brought one to replace it.
Oh.
I feel like
I pushed you off a cliff maybe.
[laughs] I don't really remember.
But, I got you this.
Right.
[groans] Oh!
I'm sorry. I apologize.
Lo siento.
Let the healing begin.
Bro hug?
[sighs]
Admitting everything you've done wrong
your entire life
really takes it out of you.
It's a shame I didn't think to do it
until I found out I only had
a few days to live.
I'm gonna go ahead and stop you there,
and remind you that
you aren't really dying.
You've been my best friend my whole life.
I couldn't have done
any of the things I done did,
if I didn't have you by my side
telling me they're a bad idea.
You're the best guy I've ever known.
I'm sorry for everything.
[sobbing]
That's, um... [sighs]
[sniffs] Thank you, King Julien.
[sobbing] It means so... It means so much.
Don't look at me! Ugly crying face!
Jeez. What a drama queen, huh?
Through admitting your wrongdoings,
you have, no doubt,
made your ancestors very happy.
But I've still got one lemur
to make amends with.
Crimson, I just want to--
Look who's come crawling back.
Sorry, darling.
Afraid no apology from you
would win me over.
-No, I really need to--
-Oh, hold that thought.
Bring those glorious abs over here,
my baby ducky wucky!
But I don't have... Oh.
[giggles] Oh, you're so naughty. Rawr.
Muscles, you remember
my ex-fiance, King Julien.
No. Yes.
Wait, did you used to be a salamander?
How do you not remember me, man?
I'm the king.
Right on. Good for you.
So, Crimson, as I was saying--
Sage and I are very serious.
That must just eat you up inside, Juju.
Not really.
So, I've been diagnosed with--
We're a spark of inspiration
entombed in an ever-decaying meat jail.
-I'm hungry. Who wants snacks?
-[groans]
Yeah, so, yeah, we're pretty much in love.
-Anyway, I've been given a week to--
-[clattering]
-Oh, for the love of Frank!
-Mmm?
I made your favorite snack,
pine cones and wet sand.
-Um...
-Yummy.
Yeah, so, I'll just, I'll eat them later.
Yes, can't wait. It's great. Thank you.
Sage, I think I hear the wind calling.
Yeah, something in the jungle
needs your help.
Animal or plant?
Trick question, doesn't matter.
The Moondancer must investigate.
[grunting, crashes]
Isn't he just the best?
I'm dying! Okay?
I'm here to ask you to forgive me
for leaving you at the altar.
-You happy now?
-You're dying?
Uh-huh, yeah. By this time next week,
I'll be having
the most off-the-heezy funeral
of all times.
Huh. King Julien dying?
Oh. Delicious.
And I know just who to share this with.
Wait a minute, you're telling me
that no one had gotten out yet?
Well, listen up, bones.
You're about to meet
the no one that's the one!
I'm... I'm the one.
It's me, you lumpkins.
[grunting]
Oh! Whoa!
Ah!
Baked Brie!
[groans] Luck dragon!
Funky town!
Boy-band!
Arizona!
Scrimshaw!
Candelabra!
Chutney!
Candy corn!
Ingrown hair!
Fancy spats!
Crepes!
Freezer burn!
Krampus!
Whoo! Ooh!
Fontanel!
So this is how it ends.
I'll never see freedom.
I'll never escape.
Oh, goody, the door's unlocked.
Let's go, I've got big news.
If what he told me is true,
you're next in line for the throne.
Oh, no.
My dear, sweet nephew
has a deadly disease.
I'm back in the game, baby!
And if, for some reason,
the disease turns out to be less serious,
let's make sure it's deadly.
[both laughing maniacally]
Ho-ho. Wha-haw.
Okay, that's enough, keep paddling.
Hmm.
[giggling] Hold still.
Whoa! Wha... [mutters]
This is like the fifth sponge bath
you've tried to give me today.
Ha! Whoa! Ooh!
Mort, I'm trying to rest in peace.
Stop trying to help!
I'll be back later
to take your temperature.
[laughs]
Out!
-Oh darling, I just couldn't stay away.
-Ow. [groans]
-Sorry, Your Majesty!
-Aah!
She managed to slip right past me.
Can't say I blame her, Clover.
She's got a bad case of Julien Fever,
a disease every bit as contagious
and deadly as the one
currently ravaging my immune system.
Oh, is there anything I can do
to ease your pain in this difficult time?
Off the top of my head, maybe just, eh...
waiting on me hand-and-foot.
Anything for you, Juju.
That's what I like to hear.
King Julien, she is clearly
up to something.
Surely, you wouldn't deny me the right
to be with my former fiancé
in his last days.
These are not his last days.
King Julien is not actually sick.
How dare you, Clover!
If you have a problem with your sister
making me soup
and telling me bedtime stories
and changing me when I make boom-boom,
too bad! I am an adult!
-Ugh!
-[groaning]
[humming]
[sighs] I don't feel so great.
This soup is going
to make things all better.
Go on, eat up.
[gulps]
[gasps] Soup? Soup?
How long has this been going on?
Mort! Knock next time!
What if I didn't have any clothes on?
But you don't have any clothes on.
Exactly! That's why we knock!
King Julien, this needs to stop.
You're not sick.
This is just another one
of your weird obsessions.
You don't even have any symptoms.
If you had what Dr. S thinks you have,
there would be a--
Fever. His head feels hot.
He's burning up. And he looks horrid.
See? I'm totally sick, you guys.
In your faces!
[laughs, coughs]
Guys, the patient really needs
some rest right now.
So if you all could just...
you know, move along, that'd be great.
Your Majesty, I'm sorry. I didn't--
He'll have more energy in the morning.
Now, you just need to relax
and let me take care of you,
my little shmoopy bear.
My people, your king is not doing well.
That's bad news, no two ways about it.
-Oh, no!
-What does he mean?
I hope he's not ill.
The good news is I'm ready,
willing and able to return
to my old job as your Fear Leader.
But I can promise you this,
it's gonna be great.
What if we decide
we don't want you to be our king?
'Cause we're not afraid of you anymore!
[blows note]
[growling]
-[whimpering]
-Never mind. We're afraid again.
Welcome back.
You all probably remember my close,
personal friend, Mary Ann.
Work friend.
Still counts.
Now Mary Ann has a few words
to share with you about our plan.
I got 'em all warmed up for ya.
Break a leg.
[growls]
Listen up!
Your worst nightmare has come true--
[Horst] Ma... Ma... Mary Ann?
I thought I'd never see you again.
Your worst nightmare has come--
[Horst] Did you get the flowers I sent?
Peonies, your favorite.
[Mary Ann] Silence!
Your worst nightmare has--
[Horst] Oh, look at the two of us
silly so-and-so's,
bantering like we used to.
I wrote you a song. You wanna hear it?
[all gasp]
[screams] Call me!
Now, where was I?
Oh, Right! You all belong to us now!
-[murmuring]
-Oh, come on, man. That ain't right.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't listen to her.
You don't all belong to the Foosa.
[lemurs sigh in relief]
Only half of you do.
-You gotta be kidding me!
-Half?
-What do you mean half?
-I mean, this is crazy!
What? I cut a deal.
You thought the Foosa
would help me take over the kingdom
out of the goodness of their hearts?
Grow up, you guys!
How do we know our current idiot king
isn't gonna get better?
Trust me. He isn't getting better.
Oh, that is good soup.
Oh, my sweet nephew,
the pineapple of my eye.
How are you feeling?
Uncle, what are you doing here?
I'm here to help.
Fill in for you until you get better,
take over the kingdom for you
if you don't.
Where to take over the what kingdom?
[coughs, chokes]
Rest, darling.
Why not enjoy your last few days in peace.
-King Julien!
-Huh?
Your uncle is working with the Foosa
to steal your kingdom.
Whoo, that's a heck of an accusation
after everything I've done for you.
What have you ever done for me?
It's an expression, Clover.
I knew it! Poison!
She went a little heavy on the cilantro,
but I'd hardly call it poison.
No, King Julien.
You're not sick after all.
You're showing symptoms because
you're being poisoned by my sister!
Crimson? [gasps]
Wow, that's low, even for you.
Why is this the first I'm hearing of this?
It's over, Crimson.
You got that right.
For you.
[whistling]
Ha-ha. That's pretty good whistling.
Check this out.
[blowing raspberry]
[Julien whimpering]
Finish them off however you like.
Well, it's a bit cramped in here,
and I'm late for a crown-fitting.
Toodles.
[growling]
[groaning]
[grunting]
[whimpering]
Save yourself, King Julien, run!
[screaming]
[laughing maniacally]
[screams]
[muffled voice]
-You okay, King Julien?
-[groans]
I'm pretty sure
I ate a little too much poisoned soup.
I'm a little groggy,
but I'll get through it.
How'd you find me?
Might've been the loud,
uninterrupted screaming.
If you were trying to escape,
why were you making so much dang noise?
Uh, because, Maurice, I was scared. Duh.
I know, right?
What do we do?
We're way outnumbered by the Foosa.
-Maybe we can talk to them nicely?
-No.
The time for talking the nicelies is over.
My uncle thinks he's gonna poison me
and steal my kingdom
and take Clover hostage?
That's messed up! That's messed up!
If I have to die of a disease
that's usually only found in horses,
I'm not going down without a fight!
Or a steeple chase or something.
Oh. He's so very brave.
And we still need a plan.
Oh, I've got one of those, Maurice.
[snoring]
Snap out of it!
Let's do this!
Let's get this show on the road, Masikura!
Burning daylight here.
We do not even know
where King Julien is
or whether he will return.
If you think I can't find
another psychic chameleon adviser,
you're wrong!
Maggie, the Unwashed?
Please, that old hack couldn't predict
her own fart coming on.
Not true.
[farting]
Okay, you may have a point.
Ugh.
No more stalling!
[rumbling]
[clanging]
[roaring]
[groaning]
[all screaming]
There's something wrong!
You guys! It's me, King Julien!
-Whoo-hoo!
-Yay!
Check out my sweet ride!
[gasping]
Sorry!
I probably shouldn't be operating
heavy machinery right now.
Still kinda poisoned.
King Julien?
Hi, Clover.
Do you know how to drive that?
Not really.
Whoa!
Careful, Your Majesty.
You almost killed me!
You're welcome.
Let's chase these jerks out of my kingdom.
On it!
Hiya! Hiya! Hiya!
Look at 'er go, boys.
The Mega Gecko Aspire!
An all new, completely redesigned,
high-end,
luxury, metal lizard!
I better not end up
in that thing's butt again.
[giggling]
[all screaming]
Oh, that is my spleen!
Whoa!
-Foosa, retreat!
-[Foosas whimpering]
[gasps]
[roars]
Stay away from me! Whoa!
-[farts]
-[Uncle Julien whimpering]
What is it with this kingdom
and all these ding-dang robots?!
Phooey!
Is it too late to tag along
with you fellas?
Hey, what does this button do?
I'ma find out.
[alarm beeping]
Uh-oh. Okay, don't panic,
that blinking warning light
can mean anything.
[electronic voice]
Warning. Self-destruct imminent.
The Mega-Gecko Aspire will go nuclear
and explode in one minute.
[all screaming]
Oh, snap!
I've got to get this thing
away from the kingdom
or my peoples are gonna be blowed up!
No!
[Clover panting]
Terrifying deadly explosion in 30 seconds.
What are you doing?
I'm saving my peoples!
It's okay. All I have to do is jump off.
-Twenty seconds...
-What the--
-Nineteen, eighteen...
-[straining] Timo!
What is this thing around my waist?
It's a safety belt, Your Majesty!
News flash! I don't feel very safe now
'cause I'm strapped
to an exploding dinosaur!
Actually, it's a gecko, Your Majesty!
[Julien] Not the time, nerd!
Oh! I'm not ready to let go of the feet!
We're not gonna lose him!
Not on my watch.
[Julien screaming] I love you guys!
Wait, I have more time. And also--
[all exclaim]
[whimpering]
[panting and gasping]
[sobbing] It's no use. He's gone.
Look! King Julien's crown. [sobs]
What do we do?
We don't rest until we find King Julien.
And in the meantime...
someone needs to hold
the kingdom together.
So man up, wipe your nose,
and try to look like you know
what you're doing.
♪ Party ♪
-♪ Who's the king? ♪
-♪ King Julien! ♪
-♪ Who's the king? ♪
-♪ King Julien! ♪
♪ Get down for the get down ♪
-♪ Everybody party with King who? ♪
-♪ King Julien! ♪
-♪ King who? ♪
-♪ King Julien! ♪
♪ Tonight will be forever ♪
♪ Let's do King Julien style ♪
♪ Woof! ♪
♪ Whoa, oh, whoa, oh ♪
♪ Y'all tell me who's the king ♪
♪ Whoa, oh, whoa, oh ♪
♪ All hail King Julien! ♪
[Julien groaning]
[Maurice] Your Majesty, please get up.
You're not sick.
You've got a full day today.
I'm dying, Maurice.
Oh! Ah! [coughs]
Do you see? If I wasn't dying,
would I make sounds like that? Would I?
You do this every time
there's something you don't want to do.
Oh, Mo-Mo, you sad, sad cynic.
[coughs]
This has nothing to do with
all the boring work stuff you're holding.
-[coughing]
-[groans]
Fine. I'll set up
an appointment with Dr. S.
I have some troubling news, King Julien.
How troubling are we talking?
It's your friend, Rob. He's in a coma.
[gasps] Oh, no!
How did it happen?
It's a medically induced coma.
It was Rob's idea.
Why on Earth would he--
He's been having
a little difficulty sleeping lately
and wanted to catch a few Zs.
[laughs]
Medically induced coma.
Oh, that is so Rob.
Well, if King Julien's okay,
I guess we'll get out of your way.
King Julien is not okay!
Tell me, King Julien,
have you been feeling restless?
Bored? Depressed?
Tired? Angry? Gassy?
"Yes" to all of those,
especially number eight.
Well, according to this outdated
medical almanac,
you have mad horse disease.
An illness that is extremely rare.
And usually only occurs in horses.
-Ooh, fancy.
-Yeah, except you're not a horse.
Doc, you gotta give it to me straight!
-Is there a cure?
-No.
And I'm afraid, in my expert opinion
as a self-taught doctor
who practices medicine
[shouts] out of a cave...
[thunder crackling]
...you only have one week to live.
[whimpers]
[Mort crying]
-The king's not really ill, is he?
-No more than usual.
Mort, you can give it a rest.
King Julien's perfectly healthy.
[cries loudly]
[sneezes]
Ugh! Oh, come on, man!
Seriously? It's like a jump rope.
I'll bring you a casserole later!
Your Majesty, Maurice and I both feel
this has gone far enough.
And Frank has decided
my life has gone far enough.
♪ Swing low, sweet chariot ♪
♪ Coming for... ♪
Masikura? What will happen when I die?
Well, the ghost that lives in your head
will teleport
to the magical realm of Frank-ri La,
where your ancestors
will examine every selfish act
you've ever committed,
and judge you harshly!
Okay, how harshly are we talking exactly?
Like a stern talking to,
or maybe a light spanking?
Oh!
Ancestors, yes, you're right.
I have been very naughty. Ahh!
If found guilty,
you will endure an eternity
of unspeakable horror
that will somehow manage
to get worse every day
so you are never able
to adjust to how bad it is!
Oh, that-- Oh, that's, uh... Whoa.
Luckily, I've always been a giver.
No selfish king here.
Nope. I give till it hurts me.
-Um...
-Um...
The couple has written
their own vows and--
[Julien munching]
Wow.
Stay back! It's mine! All mine, I say!
And the winner of the Mini Madagascar
Spelling Bee is... Todd!
[audience cheering]
-Thanks, every--
-Oh, man!
I have so many people to thank for this!
Hot stuff, coming through!
[screaming, groans]
Why? Seriously, why?
And that's just in the past week.
In my defense, I was in a hurry,
and Horst was sort of
in the way that time.
King Julien, you must make amends
with anyone you have wronged.
Define "wronged."
And also define "amends"
because I'm not a hundred percent sure
I know what that word means.
Actually, I think that's a great idea.
-Really?
-Yeah.
Even if he's not dying, telling folks
he's sorry can't hurt, right?
Sorry I ate your entire wedding cake.
I brought one to replace it.
Oh.
I feel like
I pushed you off a cliff maybe.
[laughs] I don't really remember.
But, I got you this.
Right.
[groans] Oh!
I'm sorry. I apologize.
Lo siento.
Let the healing begin.
Bro hug?
[sighs]
Admitting everything you've done wrong
your entire life
really takes it out of you.
It's a shame I didn't think to do it
until I found out I only had
a few days to live.
I'm gonna go ahead and stop you there,
and remind you that
you aren't really dying.
You've been my best friend my whole life.
I couldn't have done
any of the things I done did,
if I didn't have you by my side
telling me they're a bad idea.
You're the best guy I've ever known.
I'm sorry for everything.
[sobbing]
That's, um... [sighs]
[sniffs] Thank you, King Julien.
[sobbing] It means so... It means so much.
Don't look at me! Ugly crying face!
Jeez. What a drama queen, huh?
Through admitting your wrongdoings,
you have, no doubt,
made your ancestors very happy.
But I've still got one lemur
to make amends with.
Crimson, I just want to--
Look who's come crawling back.
Sorry, darling.
Afraid no apology from you
would win me over.
-No, I really need to--
-Oh, hold that thought.
Bring those glorious abs over here,
my baby ducky wucky!
But I don't have... Oh.
[giggles] Oh, you're so naughty. Rawr.
Muscles, you remember
my ex-fiance, King Julien.
No. Yes.
Wait, did you used to be a salamander?
How do you not remember me, man?
I'm the king.
Right on. Good for you.
So, Crimson, as I was saying--
Sage and I are very serious.
That must just eat you up inside, Juju.
Not really.
So, I've been diagnosed with--
We're a spark of inspiration
entombed in an ever-decaying meat jail.
-I'm hungry. Who wants snacks?
-[groans]
Yeah, so, yeah, we're pretty much in love.
-Anyway, I've been given a week to--
-[clattering]
-Oh, for the love of Frank!
-Mmm?
I made your favorite snack,
pine cones and wet sand.
-Um...
-Yummy.
Yeah, so, I'll just, I'll eat them later.
Yes, can't wait. It's great. Thank you.
Sage, I think I hear the wind calling.
Yeah, something in the jungle
needs your help.
Animal or plant?
Trick question, doesn't matter.
The Moondancer must investigate.
[grunting, crashes]
Isn't he just the best?
I'm dying! Okay?
I'm here to ask you to forgive me
for leaving you at the altar.
-You happy now?
-You're dying?
Uh-huh, yeah. By this time next week,
I'll be having
the most off-the-heezy funeral
of all times.
Huh. King Julien dying?
Oh. Delicious.
And I know just who to share this with.
Wait a minute, you're telling me
that no one had gotten out yet?
Well, listen up, bones.
You're about to meet
the no one that's the one!
I'm... I'm the one.
It's me, you lumpkins.
[grunting]
Oh! Whoa!
Ah!
Baked Brie!
[groans] Luck dragon!
Funky town!
Boy-band!
Arizona!
Scrimshaw!
Candelabra!
Chutney!
Candy corn!
Ingrown hair!
Fancy spats!
Crepes!
Freezer burn!
Krampus!
Whoo! Ooh!
Fontanel!
So this is how it ends.
I'll never see freedom.
I'll never escape.
Oh, goody, the door's unlocked.
Let's go, I've got big news.
If what he told me is true,
you're next in line for the throne.
Oh, no.
My dear, sweet nephew
has a deadly disease.
I'm back in the game, baby!
And if, for some reason,
the disease turns out to be less serious,
let's make sure it's deadly.
[both laughing maniacally]
Ho-ho. Wha-haw.
Okay, that's enough, keep paddling.
Hmm.
[giggling] Hold still.
Whoa! Wha... [mutters]
This is like the fifth sponge bath
you've tried to give me today.
Ha! Whoa! Ooh!
Mort, I'm trying to rest in peace.
Stop trying to help!
I'll be back later
to take your temperature.
[laughs]
Out!
-Oh darling, I just couldn't stay away.
-Ow. [groans]
-Sorry, Your Majesty!
-Aah!
She managed to slip right past me.
Can't say I blame her, Clover.
She's got a bad case of Julien Fever,
a disease every bit as contagious
and deadly as the one
currently ravaging my immune system.
Oh, is there anything I can do
to ease your pain in this difficult time?
Off the top of my head, maybe just, eh...
waiting on me hand-and-foot.
Anything for you, Juju.
That's what I like to hear.
King Julien, she is clearly
up to something.
Surely, you wouldn't deny me the right
to be with my former fiancé
in his last days.
These are not his last days.
King Julien is not actually sick.
How dare you, Clover!
If you have a problem with your sister
making me soup
and telling me bedtime stories
and changing me when I make boom-boom,
too bad! I am an adult!
-Ugh!
-[groaning]
[humming]
[sighs] I don't feel so great.
This soup is going
to make things all better.
Go on, eat up.
[gulps]
[gasps] Soup? Soup?
How long has this been going on?
Mort! Knock next time!
What if I didn't have any clothes on?
But you don't have any clothes on.
Exactly! That's why we knock!
King Julien, this needs to stop.
You're not sick.
This is just another one
of your weird obsessions.
You don't even have any symptoms.
If you had what Dr. S thinks you have,
there would be a--
Fever. His head feels hot.
He's burning up. And he looks horrid.
See? I'm totally sick, you guys.
In your faces!
[laughs, coughs]
Guys, the patient really needs
some rest right now.
So if you all could just...
you know, move along, that'd be great.
Your Majesty, I'm sorry. I didn't--
He'll have more energy in the morning.
Now, you just need to relax
and let me take care of you,
my little shmoopy bear.
My people, your king is not doing well.
That's bad news, no two ways about it.
-Oh, no!
-What does he mean?
I hope he's not ill.
The good news is I'm ready,
willing and able to return
to my old job as your Fear Leader.
But I can promise you this,
it's gonna be great.
What if we decide
we don't want you to be our king?
'Cause we're not afraid of you anymore!
[blows note]
[growling]
-[whimpering]
-Never mind. We're afraid again.
Welcome back.
You all probably remember my close,
personal friend, Mary Ann.
Work friend.
Still counts.
Now Mary Ann has a few words
to share with you about our plan.
I got 'em all warmed up for ya.
Break a leg.
[growls]
Listen up!
Your worst nightmare has come true--
[Horst] Ma... Ma... Mary Ann?
I thought I'd never see you again.
Your worst nightmare has come--
[Horst] Did you get the flowers I sent?
Peonies, your favorite.
[Mary Ann] Silence!
Your worst nightmare has--
[Horst] Oh, look at the two of us
silly so-and-so's,
bantering like we used to.
I wrote you a song. You wanna hear it?
[all gasp]
[screams] Call me!
Now, where was I?
Oh, Right! You all belong to us now!
-[murmuring]
-Oh, come on, man. That ain't right.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't listen to her.
You don't all belong to the Foosa.
[lemurs sigh in relief]
Only half of you do.
-You gotta be kidding me!
-Half?
-What do you mean half?
-I mean, this is crazy!
What? I cut a deal.
You thought the Foosa
would help me take over the kingdom
out of the goodness of their hearts?
Grow up, you guys!
How do we know our current idiot king
isn't gonna get better?
Trust me. He isn't getting better.
Oh, that is good soup.
Oh, my sweet nephew,
the pineapple of my eye.
How are you feeling?
Uncle, what are you doing here?
I'm here to help.
Fill in for you until you get better,
take over the kingdom for you
if you don't.
Where to take over the what kingdom?
[coughs, chokes]
Rest, darling.
Why not enjoy your last few days in peace.
-King Julien!
-Huh?
Your uncle is working with the Foosa
to steal your kingdom.
Whoo, that's a heck of an accusation
after everything I've done for you.
What have you ever done for me?
It's an expression, Clover.
I knew it! Poison!
She went a little heavy on the cilantro,
but I'd hardly call it poison.
No, King Julien.
You're not sick after all.
You're showing symptoms because
you're being poisoned by my sister!
Crimson? [gasps]
Wow, that's low, even for you.
Why is this the first I'm hearing of this?
It's over, Crimson.
You got that right.
For you.
[whistling]
Ha-ha. That's pretty good whistling.
Check this out.
[blowing raspberry]
[Julien whimpering]
Finish them off however you like.
Well, it's a bit cramped in here,
and I'm late for a crown-fitting.
Toodles.
[growling]
[groaning]
[grunting]
[whimpering]
Save yourself, King Julien, run!
[screaming]
[laughing maniacally]
[screams]
[muffled voice]
-You okay, King Julien?
-[groans]
I'm pretty sure
I ate a little too much poisoned soup.
I'm a little groggy,
but I'll get through it.
How'd you find me?
Might've been the loud,
uninterrupted screaming.
If you were trying to escape,
why were you making so much dang noise?
Uh, because, Maurice, I was scared. Duh.
I know, right?
What do we do?
We're way outnumbered by the Foosa.
-Maybe we can talk to them nicely?
-No.
The time for talking the nicelies is over.
My uncle thinks he's gonna poison me
and steal my kingdom
and take Clover hostage?
That's messed up! That's messed up!
If I have to die of a disease
that's usually only found in horses,
I'm not going down without a fight!
Or a steeple chase or something.
Oh. He's so very brave.
And we still need a plan.
Oh, I've got one of those, Maurice.
[snoring]
Snap out of it!
Let's do this!
Let's get this show on the road, Masikura!
Burning daylight here.
We do not even know
where King Julien is
or whether he will return.
If you think I can't find
another psychic chameleon adviser,
you're wrong!
Maggie, the Unwashed?
Please, that old hack couldn't predict
her own fart coming on.
Not true.
[farting]
Okay, you may have a point.
Ugh.
No more stalling!
[rumbling]
[clanging]
[roaring]
[groaning]
[all screaming]
There's something wrong!
You guys! It's me, King Julien!
-Whoo-hoo!
-Yay!
Check out my sweet ride!
[gasping]
Sorry!
I probably shouldn't be operating
heavy machinery right now.
Still kinda poisoned.
King Julien?
Hi, Clover.
Do you know how to drive that?
Not really.
Whoa!
Careful, Your Majesty.
You almost killed me!
You're welcome.
Let's chase these jerks out of my kingdom.
On it!
Hiya! Hiya! Hiya!
Look at 'er go, boys.
The Mega Gecko Aspire!
An all new, completely redesigned,
high-end,
luxury, metal lizard!
I better not end up
in that thing's butt again.
[giggling]
[all screaming]
Oh, that is my spleen!
Whoa!
-Foosa, retreat!
-[Foosas whimpering]
[gasps]
[roars]
Stay away from me! Whoa!
-[farts]
-[Uncle Julien whimpering]
What is it with this kingdom
and all these ding-dang robots?!
Phooey!
Is it too late to tag along
with you fellas?
Hey, what does this button do?
I'ma find out.
[alarm beeping]
Uh-oh. Okay, don't panic,
that blinking warning light
can mean anything.
[electronic voice]
Warning. Self-destruct imminent.
The Mega-Gecko Aspire will go nuclear
and explode in one minute.
[all screaming]
Oh, snap!
I've got to get this thing
away from the kingdom
or my peoples are gonna be blowed up!
No!
[Clover panting]
Terrifying deadly explosion in 30 seconds.
What are you doing?
I'm saving my peoples!
It's okay. All I have to do is jump off.
-Twenty seconds...
-What the--
-Nineteen, eighteen...
-[straining] Timo!
What is this thing around my waist?
It's a safety belt, Your Majesty!
News flash! I don't feel very safe now
'cause I'm strapped
to an exploding dinosaur!
Actually, it's a gecko, Your Majesty!
[Julien] Not the time, nerd!
Oh! I'm not ready to let go of the feet!
We're not gonna lose him!
Not on my watch.
[Julien screaming] I love you guys!
Wait, I have more time. And also--
[all exclaim]
[whimpering]
[panting and gasping]
[sobbing] It's no use. He's gone.
Look! King Julien's crown. [sobs]
What do we do?
We don't rest until we find King Julien.
And in the meantime...
someone needs to hold
the kingdom together.
So man up, wipe your nose,
and try to look like you know
what you're doing.