All Hail King Julien (2014–2017): Season 4, Episode 5 - The Jungle Rooster - full transcript

𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓉e 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉 E𝒩𝒢LI𝒮H

I'm okay!

♪ 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! ♪

Oh, little bunny rabbit.

Hmm?

Huh? Huh?

Whoever's making all
that noise, stop it now!

Beauty rest in progress here!

Maurice!

There's something out there.

Maurice, what is that
and why won't it stop?

It's a jungle rooster,
Your Majesty.

- A jungle whatster?
- A jungle rooster.



And that sound it's making,
that's its mating call.

Are you sure?

Shouldn't a mating call be
pleasing to the earholes?

Something smooth and
seductive like this.

Oh...

Oh!

No, it's definitely a mating call, King
Julien. I'd know that noise anywhere.

So the only reason this jungle
rooster is making noise

is because it's lonely
and looking for love?

Oh, aren't we all?

Okay, peoples. Listen up. We need a mate
for this crazy loud rooster thingy.

Where are all my
single roosters at?

What did he just call me?

Uh, Your Majesty, there are
no roosters in the kingdom.

Well then who are we going to get
to mate with the jungle rooster?

Oh!

Hmm.

Squawk, squawk, squawk,
squawk, squawk.

- So lonely, squawk.
- Oh, he's doing it all wrong.

No, no, no!

Flap harder, Mort.

You really need to let that rooster
know you're interested. Uh-huh?

Yeesh!

Who'd want to put
a ring on that?

No sign of the jungle
rooster, Your Majesty.

Why isn't it working?

Because, Ted, the key to finding a mate
isn't in the arms, it's in the booty.

- Oh!
- Uh...

You gotta shake it, Mort.
Shake that booty!

Okay!

Squawk!

Hello!

That is one ugly bird.

Now, now, Maurice, could just be
bad lighting. Don't jump to... Oh!

Not even a mother could love that face.
Wait, is that the face?

Ooh, you like what you see? Ooh.

You like me? I would like me.

Oh, hello, there.

On it!

That's it, up you go, nice and easy.
No sudden movements.

Stay. Don't even think about it.

Uh, greetings, Mr....

Miss?

Okay. Yeah. I feel you. I
don't like labels either.

Here, you may take
Mort as your mate.

In exchange, all I ask is that you
please stop making that noise.

Fine! You don't want Mort.
Totally understandable, totally.

But you have to stop squawking!
Tell me what you want. Please.

Ted! Help me out here!

I can't understand
anything he/she is saying!

Well, that's because chickens speak
their own bird language, Your Majesty.

I'm fluent in squirrel
and truffle pig,

but unfortunately the nuanced clucks
and chirps of bird always vex me.

Does anyone here speak bird?

Mm-mm.

- Mm-mm.
- Mm-mm.

Hmm!

So, what's it saying?

I don't know. I'm a toucan.
This is a chicken.

Not all birds are
the same, you know.

Oh, please, I've had royal
sensitivity training.

Wait, wait, what is this fun-sized
trash goblin doing here?

Okay, well now, King Julien, I think
that might have hurt Mort's feelings.

No, it didn't.

What could you call Mort that
wouldn't be demeaning or hurtful?

- A worm-riddled peach pit?
- I'm okay with that.

Mm.

- Second-hand donkey puppet?
- I'm okay with that.

I told you this wouldn't work.

- Uh!
- Ooh!

Xixi, where are you...

Fine. Masikura! Masikura!

You yelled?

Yes. Read this rooster's brainy bits
and figure out what's going on.

You want me to put
my tongue on that?

Do it now, Masikura.

Hmm.

- I'm not getting anything.
- Why not?

Its brain is very small.

Try again!

All I could make out is that
this rooster is on the run

from someone called
"The Chicken Hunter."

- Who's that?
- The Chicken Hunter?

Never heard of him.

My reputation precedes me.

Oh, great, now Karl is here.
I'm never gonna get any sleep.

Hold up, you're "The
Chicken Hunter?"

Yes, Julien.

Since when? I thought
your name was Karl.

I go by many names, gotta
keep you on your toes.

Don't even look at his toes.

I've been sent by Mary Ann to
bring back her runaway rooster.

Her rooster?

Yes, that rooster is Mary Ann's property
and thus she wants him returned.

That's where I come in.
No chicken can escape me.

I'm the Chicken Hunter.

Let me get this straight. You're
working for the foosa now?

Quick, take a picture, Maurice.

So I can remember what
a sellout looks like.

Mock me if you like,
Julien, being...

Being your nemesis isn't cheap.

So I have to pick up work here and
there to fund my ingenious schemes.

Have you tried turning it off
and then turning it back on?

- Hi! Yeah.
- I'll wait. Just unplug it!

The power of Frank compels you!

From what I can see,
someone's been murdered.

Someone's been murdered.

Ooh!

I'm not ashamed. I enjoy the work.
Now, hand over the bird!

Mm. No!

Julien, Julien, Julien,
how very noble, but...

I urge you to reconsider
for your own good.

Think about it. When's the last time
the foosa attacked your kingdom?

Uh... The...

Come to think of it,
it has been a while.

Goin' on forty-six days now.

Yeah.

- So?
- So...

- So?
- So...

- So?
- So...

- So?
- So...

- So?
- What do you think the foosa

have been eating all that time?

I don't know, canned
goods, bugs maybe.

Cannibalism?

Wrong. Chickens.

Mm?

First of all, that's a
rooster, not a chicken.

And second, what was
number one again?

Let me spell it out for you, the reason
the foosa have been leaving you alone

is because they have
been farming chickens,

as a new, unlimited food source.

Oh.

Gotta hand it to Mary Ann.
That's pretty smart.

Yes.

And if you want to keep the foosa
away and keep your people safe,

you'll hand over that
rooster right now.

Wha...

Uh... Uh...

Sorry, buddy.

Gotta do it for my kingdom.
You understand, right?

I knew you'd see reason.

Pleasure doing business with you, Julien.
Till next time.

I know what you're going to say,
Maurice, that I made the wrong decision.

I shouldn't have sent that rooster
back to the foosa to be eaten.

Actually, I can't believe
I'm saying this,

but I think you made the right
decision, Your Majesty.

Well, I don't care what... Wait, what?
You say what?

Either the foosa eat chickens
or the foosa eat us.

By sending that rooster back,
you saved a lot of lemur lives.

- You made a tough call, but I support it.
- You do?

Mm-hmm.

But, if you think I made
the right decision,

why don't I feel
better about it?

Because decisions like these are hard.
But, as king, it's your job to make them.

I like it better when
I just had to decide

whether or not to build
another trampoline.

The answer to that
question is always...

Tick, tick, tick,
tick, tick, ting!

Yes!

I'm sure you'll feel
better in the morning.

Why don't you go bed?

At least now you should be
able to get some sleep.

Huh?

J'accuse! J'accuse! J'accuse!

Huh?

There you are, Maurice.

King Julien, are you all right?
You look terrible.

I haven't slept, Maurice. I've been
plagued by horrible nightmares.

I just can't shake the feeling that
sending that jungle rooster back

was wrong,

which is why I have
changed my mind!

Changed your mind?

Uh-huh, I've decided that I
want to do the wrong thing,

which I actually think
is the right thing.

It's all very confusing. But the point is,
we have to get the jungle rooster back!

But, it's too dangerous.
The foosa...

Did someone say dangerous?

'Cause I haven't done anything
dangerous in a really long while

and I need a danger fix.
Like, really bad!

I'm coming too! You
know, just 'cause.

- Hmm?
- Huh?

Look at all those
chickens, Maurice.

Yeah, it's worse than I thought.

I don't know. Looks
kinda homey to me.

Oh, are those panko
crumbs they're using?

There's Karl and Mary Ann.

Thank you for finding and
returning my rooster so quickly.

That's why they call
me the Chicken Hunter.

Oh, you.

Hmm.

I have to admit, I was a little
leery of working with you, Karl,

but it turns out we make
a pretty good team.

What would you say to making our
working relationship more permanent?

- Permanent?
- Official.

Uh...

Think about it, if we combined
forces, we would be unstoppable.

Together, we could rule
all of Madagascar.

I'm sorry, Your Majesty, there's
nothing we can do for the rooster now.

Maurice is right, Your
Majesty, we can't be here.

I need to take you back to the
kingdom, where it's safe.

Mm?

Hmm.

Mm-hmm.

I thought a little snack might cheer
you up, Your Majesty. King Julien?

King Julien? Wakey, wakey.
Where'd he go?

Let my roosters go!

Uh, hey, buddy. Good to see you again.
How've you been?

Lock them up, Chauncey.

Mary Ann will be so pleased when I tell
her tonight's fried chicken dinner

will be served with a King
Julien dipping sauce.

Ah, they named a sauce after me.
That's really...

Oh!

I know you think I don't have a
plan here, but you just wait.

I'll get us out of here.
You'll see.

Watch and learn, Jungle Rooster.
Watch and learn.

Oh, hey, Chaunce.

Surprised to see you here, you know,
since Karl and Mary Ann are an item now.

They do make a cute couple
though, don't you think?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Relax, guy. I'm sure Mary Ann isn't
planning on getting rid of you.

Who wouldn't want a tiny bug as a
third wheel always hanging around

and getting in the way?

I mean, really, what would Karl
and Mary Ann even do without you?

I love you, Mary Ann.

But, don't you miss Chauncey?

Chauncey who?

I'm so happy!

You know, on second thought, Mary
Ann doesn't strike me as a sharer.

If I were you, I'd get rid of
her before she gets rid of you.

Just my two cents, you
know, take it or leave it.

Who's there?

What, you thought I
couldn't pick this lock?

Please, too easy. Follow me.

This is it.

King Julien.

You ate Maurice, too!
My best friend!

No!

No!

No, King Julien. It's me.
I haven't been eaten.

We're disguised as a foosa.

Oh. Wait, who's we?

Hi, King Julien. This
is great, isn't it?

Hi!

Xixi here, reporting live
from inside a foosa costume.

We came to save
you, King Julien.

We can talk about the
fact that you left

without telling anyone
where you're going later.

You got the jungle rooster
back, like you wanted,

so now it's time to
get you outta here.

No. I can't leave.

- What?
- What? Say what?

I'm hungry.

Don't you understand?

Being a great king isn't about doing
the right thing or the wrong thing.

It's about doing the great thing.
We have to save all the roosters!

I'm with you, Your Majesty.

Me, too.

Me, three.

- Mm.
- Yeah, Mort's in too.

Just one thing, how in the world are
we gonna free all these chickens

right out from under
the foosa's' noses?

Don't worry, Maurice.

Operation Love Triangle
is already in motion.

Karl!

Mary Ann, darling.
Whatever is the matter?

Don't play dumb and
don't call me darling!

You think you can send your little
cockroach friend to take me out

so that you can take
over my kingdom?

I should have known
better than to trust you!

I don't know what
you're talking about,

but I'm sure there's a logical
explanation for all of this.

- Let me go and find Chauncey...
- You're not going anywhere.

Hi, Maurice!

Oh, right, right. I remember.

Okay, first chicken, go.

Chauncey. Come here this minute
and tell me what's going on.

I'll tell you what's going on.

I'm going to kill you
and your little friend.

Now, just one minute.
Chauncey, what did you do?

What do you mean "he" told you?
He who?

I should have known.
Well played, Julien.

Uh. He can't see me.
He can't see me.

Oh, I see you.

Mary Ann, I hate to be
the bearer of bad news,

but all of your chickens
are getting away.

Maurice, is that an egg?
I don't even know you.

Get them!

King Julien, what do we do now?

Hey, Clover. Now would be a good time
to do your angry fighting thing.

- Over here!
- What are you doing?

I don't mean to micromanage,

but I think it would be better
if you kicked the foosa, Clover!

Popcorn!

Not so fast, Karl!

Chauncey, where are you going?
Don't leave me here.

What are you all waiting for?
Attack!

Popcorn.

Get the chickens to safety, Your Majesty.
I'll keep the foosa busy.

This way, guys. Follow me.

You're going the wrong way!

Take that! Come here, you!

Yeah, you!

- Oh, that was a really good one.
- Clover!

We're coming, Clover!

Wait for me!

Huh?

Oh, yeah!

Get her out! Get her out!

Come on. Up the ladder...

On second thought, just fly.

Fly to freedom!
Go, chickens, go!

You can't fly, can you?

What kind of birds are you?

Seriously, you guys can't talk.
You can't fly.

You're the worst birds ever.
I mean, ever!

You leave me no choice.

Shanked it.

Ah! Mort, help me!

Okay!

Bye bye.

Everybody out!

Say goodbye, thank you for coming.
Goodbye!

Bye bye. Bye bye.

Chauncey? What are you doing?

Oh, Chauncey, you daft insect.

I never would have chosen her over you.
No one could ever take your place.

No!

Anybody else?

You! You did this!

Uh, anybody?

A little help down here!

Wait, where's Clover?

Did she make it?

There she is!

These chickens are
officially free range.

I'll get you for
this, King Julien!

Doesn't it feel good to do the
great thing, Your Majesty?

Shut up, Maurice.

All right. I get
it, you lay eggs.

Mm?