All Hail King Julien (2014–2017): Season 4, Episode 6 - The Good Book - full transcript
Julien hires Croc Ambassador, an etiquette expert, to teach the kingdom how to behave at a classy ball, but everyone is too uptight to party.
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! ♪
Hmm.
Maurice, I found something
I need right now!
I'm probably afraid to ask...
"Mildred Von Hootenpuff's
Complete Book of Manners.
Host the most perfect
dinner party."
Perfect.
"Be the belle of your
debutante ball."
Ooh, how do you do?
"Glide through life with
elegance and poise.
This book has all the answers."
All the answers.
Um... It seems like just a dusty old book
of outdated etiquette, Your Majesty.
I want all the answers, Mo-Mo.
And I want them now! Now!
I will not rest until you
have that book, King Julien.
I don't know. That
magazine looks pretty old.
The company's gotta be
out of business by now.
Maurice, he wants to help.
It's not your place
to step on this little weasel's
attempts to suck up to me.
Yeah, Maurice. Not your place.
What I do, I do for the feet.
Oh, the feet. Oh, the feet!
Yes, Mort, we know, we know, you're
a freak. Now get me that book!
Whee! For my king!
So I said to him,
"Why didn't you tell me that before
I dislocated your shoulder?"
And he said... You're gonna love
this bit, you're gonna love it.
"I tried, but you were
standing on my neck."
It's so... It's so...
It's so good!
Ha! Yay!
My king.
I have returned.
And I brought you the...
And I brought...
And I brought you the...
Aha! You guys, it worked!
I hold in my delicate paws the
book with all the answers.
The book that will make me the
finest, proper-est, elegantile
gentlelemur in all the realm!
Ha-ha, Maurice, in your face.
"Chapter 3. Tipping
your elevator operator.
Chapter 8. Your husband's
secretary and you.
Chapter 16. Ten things you
never say to a foreigner."
Who knew there were
so many rules?
Oh, baby, look at
all these rules.
I love rules!
Your Majesty, I would be so honored to
enforce such specific and pointless rules.
Hello, destiny, what
took you so long?
Oh, look. Look. The debutante ball.
What a party!
It says here I could be
the center of attention,
as all the eligible bachelors
vie for my gloved hand.
Just think of that.
Ow!
I will have the
season's best party.
And we will use this
book to make sure
all of my peoples are on
top of their classy game.
"An improper place setting
will ruin your dinner party."
Okay, peoples, let's not ruin
this dinner party, okay?
Follow the king's lead.
Uh...
Wrong!
Uh...
Hmm.
Wrong!
Wrong!
Uh...
Is something burning?
And one, and two,
and one, and two.
I've done it according to
the book, Your Majesty.
This dance party is officially, as
you often say, "off the heezy."
That can't be right. I guess if
that's what the book says...
But this isn't off
the heezy at all.
In fact, it is squarely
upon the heezy.
Like it never wants to leave
the comfort of the heezy.
Come on, my peoples. Are we
partying up in here or what-what?
Uh...
My ankle!
And I sprained it.
Oh, boy.
Wow, classing up these
slobs with some manners
is a lot harder than I
thought it would be.
This book makes
it sound so easy.
We could maybe bring
in an expert?
Ooh! I don't believe it.
Can I... Can I see it?
Hmm.
A first-edition Von Hootenpuff?
Oh, I never thought I'd
see one in person!
The king would like your help
throwing a debutante ball.
What this commoner,
no offense, Maurice,
is trying to say is, I need your help
with my debutante ball. What do you say?
Gregor, fetch my lucky fez!
Now, right curtsy.
Right curtsy!
Oh. Very nice. Now, left curtsy.
Left curtsy!
Might I trouble you to
please stop yelling?
Sorry, sir. Sorry, sir.
I'm just massively excited about all
these new rules I get to enforce.
Hmm.
I can use someone like you to
help keep everyone in line.
You would make an
excellent protégé.
Take my tiny hand and
let me lead you.
Thank you, sir. I'll try
not to let you down, sir.
Moving on to proper
bowing techniques.
We will be covering both
Occidental and Asian styles.
Ooh!
"Both." You were right.
The Crocodile Ambassador is really
whipping these doofuses into shape.
I mean, look at them. They're
whipp-ed into shape.
- Aww.
- Hoo-ah! I'm the big winner here.
Hoo-ah! Wow, you have
really soft paws.
Oh, thank you.
Hector, you're up next, hon.
Nope. We're not doing this.
Where's he going?
At his age, I assume he's off to complain
about something that confuses him.
Dang ding-dongs and
their stupid manners,
telling me what to do.
Who's there?
Whoa!
What do you bumpkins want?
We have come to join your
rebellion, Wise Leader.
Mm-hmm.
What the heck are
you going on about?
King Julien brought in that fancy-pants
gator to teach us how to act.
But we already knows
how to act good.
You don't sneak up on
somebody like that!
Look, I don't know who you think I am,
but I ain't wise and I'm not a leader.
That's the sort of wise thing a
leader would say right there.
We're not doing this.
Now leave me alone.
We're not doing this.
Stop it. I just want
to be left alone.
We all just want to be left alone.
We all just want to be left alone.
You think they're ready
for this jelly, Mo-Mo?
I can't wait be the
belle of the ball!
The Ambassador has spent
weeks preparing the kingdom.
He says this debutante ball will
be the social event of the season.
Oh, yeah! It's time to party!
Eh?
DJ Glitterbunz, and this is a
pleasant, relaxing invasion.
You snitches.
Hmm?
Doesn't he look exquisite?
A paragon of class and grace.
Hoo-ah.
- What?
- Welcome. Isn't this a magnificent ball?
It took some doing, but
I've civilized this place.
You now have the most well-mannered
kingdom on the island.
I don't know if you've noticed, but
nobody's droppin' booty to the floor!
And this music is weak sauce!
What did you do to them?
I introduced them to The
Way of Von Hootenpuff.
But if you'd like to go back
to your old heathen customs,
simply tell me to leave.
Fine.
- Clover!
- You beckoned me?
Clover, get this
poseur outta here!
Oh, no, I would never.
I do hope we can all remain
cordial and polite, King Julien.
Oh, well said, Miss Clover.
Well said, indeed.
And Mildred sayeth,
"It is considered improper to wear
white slacks after Labor Day.
Breaking wind in mixed company
is a grave breach of etiquette."
Can I get a witness?
Oh! Thank you, Mildred!
Oh! Yeah!
However did we get by
without all these rules?
We were in the Dark Ages!
Yes, who knew I had so
much to feel shame about?
This whole village has
gone cuckoo bird clocks!
Something here stinks.
Oh, is it me?
I rolled around in an onion patch earlier
to protect against werewolves. Yeah.
We should probably
talk somewhere else.
All these rules.
I feel like I'm in a straitjacket.
And it's so itchy!
Rules are important,
King Julien.
What-in-who-the-what-now?
Rules keep us safe.
Rules keep us from having to answer
the big questions all on our own.
Oh, you don't mind if I come in and visit
for a spell, Your Majesty? Do you?
A token of my affection, as
is customary when visiting
a friend or acquaintance's home,
per The Von Hootenpuff Way.
Ooh. Chocolates.
King Julien, thank you for
being such a gracious host.
I noticed you have not been attending
our town hall get-togethers.
Yeah, well, uh, we've been
busy, getting together...
The polite thing to do would
be to send a handwritten RSVP.
Okay, buddy.
Is that sea salt?
I think we've had about enough
of your rules and your meddling.
My peoples are dying to party down,
get crunk like they used to.
I've shown your kingdom that life
is about more than feeling good
and having fun with your friends.
It is about... Ow!
Discipline, sacrifice and
chewing with your mouth closed.
But don't take my word for it.
Huh?
The entire kingdom is on
its best behavior, Master.
Finally, we have order.
Never fear, King Julien. I am willing to
give you a special, one-on-one training.
And I've never met anyone I
can't help to see the light.
Clover?
Save yourself, Your Majesty!
Run!
Oh, I do hope you weren't grievously
injured in that collision.
Please come with us so that
we may tend to your injuries.
I'll brew some sun tea.
Sun tea?
Oh, look! Someone's eating
an entree with a salad fork!
Everybody's gone loco, Mort. I
never thought I'd say this,
but somehow, you're not the
village weirdo any more.
Had to pass the torch some time, I suppose.
Care to take a load off?
Since when does Mort know
where the bread plate goes?
I just whipped up the most
whimsical cucumber sandwiches.
He's gotten to you too!
Mmm.
That's actually... Nope!
How many more times do I
have to tell you birdbrains?
You gotta stop listening to me and
start listening to yourselves.
Listen up, people. He's commanding
us to listen to ourselves!
Hector, buddy. Oh, thank Frank.
You gotta help me, man.
Nope, not doing this.
Nope. Not doing this.
All right. What do you
need, King Julien?
That fancy-pants alligator
fella hijacked my kingdom
and made it a cesspool of good manners,
thoughtfulness, and responsible actions.
Well, if there's one thing I hate...
Well, I hate a lot of things.
But one of them is when some busybody
tries to tell me what to do.
Me too!
Unless it's you doin' the
telling, Wise Leader.
Not doing this!
I say we should put
that jerk in his place.
You'll really help me?
Yeah, mostly 'cause I'm
sick of these rubes
following me around like
I got all the answers.
I want to be left alone again.
Hey, good with me. I'm not
picky about motivations.
"So, you got a plan?" he asked,
already knowing the answer is no.
My plan is to exploit the
Ambassador's greatest weakness.
Is there gluten in this?
But I'm allergic to gluten.
Everybody knows that.
Ah, I see. We're talkin'
killing the guy.
Okay, I'm in.
Exactly. No, wait!
- Hey!
- No!
No, we give him a cake that's full
of gluten during a big public event.
Once the butt-fireworks begin,
nobody's gonna be able to look at
him as an authority on etiquette.
And we break the voodoo
he's putting on everybody.
All we're going to need
is a clever disguise.
There's a good little chap.
Now, do the box step,
and you shall be rewarded
with an aperitif.
What the heck did he do
to your brain, woman?
I doubted him at first too.
But the Ambassador showed
me this is a better way.
We don't have to behave
like wild animals.
We are wild animals!
This guy's just misquoting
the stuff in the book
to make people do what he says.
Is that so wrong? Aren't our
citizens living better lives now?
Think about it, Maurice. The whole
island walking in lockstep.
With no more troublemakers
or creative types.
No more weird haircuts
or indie folk bands.
Or one-lemur shows.
Just order.
You no longer need to fear
responsibility for your own actions.
All is laid out for you, as long
as you do as Mildred commands.
I'm sure you'll come
around in time, Maurice.
Okay, people, keep the chit-chat to a
minimum. None of us have the manners
to have a real conversation
with these people.
And I feel real pretty. Not that
anybody complimented me yet.
Hmm.
Good evening, Master William.
Uh... My, it sure is... uh, weather...
this evening.
Enchanté. And who's
your lovely companion?
Oh, stop, you.
Horst, come greet our guests.
No wedding rings.
You brought a cake?
Oh, how thoughtful.
It looks very...
moist.
My, my. I'd never let a
suitor handle my baked goods
without a proper introduction.
A lady like yourself shouldn't carry her
own cake like some sort of coal miner.
Here.
I've got it.
- Oh, spunky!
- Oh!
How dare you impugn my
dignity, whatever that means?
Madame, are you King Julien?
Me? No! I'm his third
cousin, twice removed
on his granddaddy's
butler's side.
And when he finds out about...
Hey!
I know just what
to do with this.
That's my cake!
I mean, my cake. A present for
the Crocodile Ambassador.
It's The Von Hootenpuff
Way, for crying out loud.
King Julien, I presume?
I am Grunt-hilda
Knickerbocker Fancypants...
Yeah, it's me.
King Julien, you have terrorized
this island with your bad behavior.
And now, you will answer for it.
There will be a public inquisition.
Uh, that's probably bad, right?
Your once-great king stands trial
for a number of grievous faux pas.
How do you plead, Mister Julien?
Usually like, "Oh, please!
Let me go!"
Then I'd get on my knees and
then I really beg. You know.
The king's still got
it, right, gang?
I find myself wanting
to laugh at his jape,
but feeling too
ashamed to do so.
That's great, hon. Stuff it all down.
Madam Von Hootenpuff would be proud.
Now, what are these supposed flopahs
I'm accused of, by the way?
One each of the following.
Failure to say "Gesundheit"
after a sneeze.
Improper hand positioning
during a foxtrot.
High-fiving a member
of the clergy.
Failure to salute a royal baby.
Eating while on the toilet.
Pretending the Five-Second
Rule is a real thing.
I object. Sustained. Your Honor,
this is a kangaroo court.
And not a real one with real kangaroos,
'cause that would be awesome.
I mean, real kangaroos.
In a court.
Please refrain from commenting
until I'm finished.
You are finished!
Hmm?
What happened to us, my peoples?
When did we all get so uptight?
Remember how much fun we used to have
before this guy started bossing us around?
I am merely doing
what the book says.
That's the thing. We
don't need the book.
We were getting along
great without it
before Maurice had the bright
idea to ruin everything.
That was your idea!
Shut it!
This book was supposed to
make us nicer to each other.
To be better friends and citizens.
But he's using it to divide us.
Do we really need a list of
approved fonts for thank-you notes?
Or do we just need to remember to
appreciate and care more about each other?
And if this book is
getting in the way,
I say, let's throw it out and
go back to how things were.
What do you say? Huh? Right?
Who's with me?
Rude.
Yes, he completely interrupted
the Ambassador. The nerve!
Seems as though the
people have spoken.
You are hereby sentenced to...
What? This only happens when...
You eat gluten. Ha!
Clover?
I was working as a double
agent, Your Majesty.
Oh, come on, you
tortured me, man!
It was for the good
of the kingdom!
Mostly.
Once I understood the Ambassador's
plan, I had to stop it.
I gave him the
gluten-filled cake,
knowing it would cause him to...
Oh, did he just...
He swore a gentleman
never did that.
Now, now. Everyone,
please calm...
This is highly uncivilized.
You... You animals!
Are you okay, Your Majesty?
I'm better than okay.
I have an announcement to make.
From now on, nobody has to
follow any rules at all.
Absolutely no rules seems like
a bad idea, Your Majesty.
Oh, way to bring us
all down, Clover.
All right, as long as you're not hurting
anybody, let your freaky flags fly.
Keep Madagascar weird, y'all!
Peace!
Really? How weird?
Not you, Mort.
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! ♪
Hmm.
Maurice, I found something
I need right now!
I'm probably afraid to ask...
"Mildred Von Hootenpuff's
Complete Book of Manners.
Host the most perfect
dinner party."
Perfect.
"Be the belle of your
debutante ball."
Ooh, how do you do?
"Glide through life with
elegance and poise.
This book has all the answers."
All the answers.
Um... It seems like just a dusty old book
of outdated etiquette, Your Majesty.
I want all the answers, Mo-Mo.
And I want them now! Now!
I will not rest until you
have that book, King Julien.
I don't know. That
magazine looks pretty old.
The company's gotta be
out of business by now.
Maurice, he wants to help.
It's not your place
to step on this little weasel's
attempts to suck up to me.
Yeah, Maurice. Not your place.
What I do, I do for the feet.
Oh, the feet. Oh, the feet!
Yes, Mort, we know, we know, you're
a freak. Now get me that book!
Whee! For my king!
So I said to him,
"Why didn't you tell me that before
I dislocated your shoulder?"
And he said... You're gonna love
this bit, you're gonna love it.
"I tried, but you were
standing on my neck."
It's so... It's so...
It's so good!
Ha! Yay!
My king.
I have returned.
And I brought you the...
And I brought...
And I brought you the...
Aha! You guys, it worked!
I hold in my delicate paws the
book with all the answers.
The book that will make me the
finest, proper-est, elegantile
gentlelemur in all the realm!
Ha-ha, Maurice, in your face.
"Chapter 3. Tipping
your elevator operator.
Chapter 8. Your husband's
secretary and you.
Chapter 16. Ten things you
never say to a foreigner."
Who knew there were
so many rules?
Oh, baby, look at
all these rules.
I love rules!
Your Majesty, I would be so honored to
enforce such specific and pointless rules.
Hello, destiny, what
took you so long?
Oh, look. Look. The debutante ball.
What a party!
It says here I could be
the center of attention,
as all the eligible bachelors
vie for my gloved hand.
Just think of that.
Ow!
I will have the
season's best party.
And we will use this
book to make sure
all of my peoples are on
top of their classy game.
"An improper place setting
will ruin your dinner party."
Okay, peoples, let's not ruin
this dinner party, okay?
Follow the king's lead.
Uh...
Wrong!
Uh...
Hmm.
Wrong!
Wrong!
Uh...
Is something burning?
And one, and two,
and one, and two.
I've done it according to
the book, Your Majesty.
This dance party is officially, as
you often say, "off the heezy."
That can't be right. I guess if
that's what the book says...
But this isn't off
the heezy at all.
In fact, it is squarely
upon the heezy.
Like it never wants to leave
the comfort of the heezy.
Come on, my peoples. Are we
partying up in here or what-what?
Uh...
My ankle!
And I sprained it.
Oh, boy.
Wow, classing up these
slobs with some manners
is a lot harder than I
thought it would be.
This book makes
it sound so easy.
We could maybe bring
in an expert?
Ooh! I don't believe it.
Can I... Can I see it?
Hmm.
A first-edition Von Hootenpuff?
Oh, I never thought I'd
see one in person!
The king would like your help
throwing a debutante ball.
What this commoner,
no offense, Maurice,
is trying to say is, I need your help
with my debutante ball. What do you say?
Gregor, fetch my lucky fez!
Now, right curtsy.
Right curtsy!
Oh. Very nice. Now, left curtsy.
Left curtsy!
Might I trouble you to
please stop yelling?
Sorry, sir. Sorry, sir.
I'm just massively excited about all
these new rules I get to enforce.
Hmm.
I can use someone like you to
help keep everyone in line.
You would make an
excellent protégé.
Take my tiny hand and
let me lead you.
Thank you, sir. I'll try
not to let you down, sir.
Moving on to proper
bowing techniques.
We will be covering both
Occidental and Asian styles.
Ooh!
"Both." You were right.
The Crocodile Ambassador is really
whipping these doofuses into shape.
I mean, look at them. They're
whipp-ed into shape.
- Aww.
- Hoo-ah! I'm the big winner here.
Hoo-ah! Wow, you have
really soft paws.
Oh, thank you.
Hector, you're up next, hon.
Nope. We're not doing this.
Where's he going?
At his age, I assume he's off to complain
about something that confuses him.
Dang ding-dongs and
their stupid manners,
telling me what to do.
Who's there?
Whoa!
What do you bumpkins want?
We have come to join your
rebellion, Wise Leader.
Mm-hmm.
What the heck are
you going on about?
King Julien brought in that fancy-pants
gator to teach us how to act.
But we already knows
how to act good.
You don't sneak up on
somebody like that!
Look, I don't know who you think I am,
but I ain't wise and I'm not a leader.
That's the sort of wise thing a
leader would say right there.
We're not doing this.
Now leave me alone.
We're not doing this.
Stop it. I just want
to be left alone.
We all just want to be left alone.
We all just want to be left alone.
You think they're ready
for this jelly, Mo-Mo?
I can't wait be the
belle of the ball!
The Ambassador has spent
weeks preparing the kingdom.
He says this debutante ball will
be the social event of the season.
Oh, yeah! It's time to party!
Eh?
DJ Glitterbunz, and this is a
pleasant, relaxing invasion.
You snitches.
Hmm?
Doesn't he look exquisite?
A paragon of class and grace.
Hoo-ah.
- What?
- Welcome. Isn't this a magnificent ball?
It took some doing, but
I've civilized this place.
You now have the most well-mannered
kingdom on the island.
I don't know if you've noticed, but
nobody's droppin' booty to the floor!
And this music is weak sauce!
What did you do to them?
I introduced them to The
Way of Von Hootenpuff.
But if you'd like to go back
to your old heathen customs,
simply tell me to leave.
Fine.
- Clover!
- You beckoned me?
Clover, get this
poseur outta here!
Oh, no, I would never.
I do hope we can all remain
cordial and polite, King Julien.
Oh, well said, Miss Clover.
Well said, indeed.
And Mildred sayeth,
"It is considered improper to wear
white slacks after Labor Day.
Breaking wind in mixed company
is a grave breach of etiquette."
Can I get a witness?
Oh! Thank you, Mildred!
Oh! Yeah!
However did we get by
without all these rules?
We were in the Dark Ages!
Yes, who knew I had so
much to feel shame about?
This whole village has
gone cuckoo bird clocks!
Something here stinks.
Oh, is it me?
I rolled around in an onion patch earlier
to protect against werewolves. Yeah.
We should probably
talk somewhere else.
All these rules.
I feel like I'm in a straitjacket.
And it's so itchy!
Rules are important,
King Julien.
What-in-who-the-what-now?
Rules keep us safe.
Rules keep us from having to answer
the big questions all on our own.
Oh, you don't mind if I come in and visit
for a spell, Your Majesty? Do you?
A token of my affection, as
is customary when visiting
a friend or acquaintance's home,
per The Von Hootenpuff Way.
Ooh. Chocolates.
King Julien, thank you for
being such a gracious host.
I noticed you have not been attending
our town hall get-togethers.
Yeah, well, uh, we've been
busy, getting together...
The polite thing to do would
be to send a handwritten RSVP.
Okay, buddy.
Is that sea salt?
I think we've had about enough
of your rules and your meddling.
My peoples are dying to party down,
get crunk like they used to.
I've shown your kingdom that life
is about more than feeling good
and having fun with your friends.
It is about... Ow!
Discipline, sacrifice and
chewing with your mouth closed.
But don't take my word for it.
Huh?
The entire kingdom is on
its best behavior, Master.
Finally, we have order.
Never fear, King Julien. I am willing to
give you a special, one-on-one training.
And I've never met anyone I
can't help to see the light.
Clover?
Save yourself, Your Majesty!
Run!
Oh, I do hope you weren't grievously
injured in that collision.
Please come with us so that
we may tend to your injuries.
I'll brew some sun tea.
Sun tea?
Oh, look! Someone's eating
an entree with a salad fork!
Everybody's gone loco, Mort. I
never thought I'd say this,
but somehow, you're not the
village weirdo any more.
Had to pass the torch some time, I suppose.
Care to take a load off?
Since when does Mort know
where the bread plate goes?
I just whipped up the most
whimsical cucumber sandwiches.
He's gotten to you too!
Mmm.
That's actually... Nope!
How many more times do I
have to tell you birdbrains?
You gotta stop listening to me and
start listening to yourselves.
Listen up, people. He's commanding
us to listen to ourselves!
Hector, buddy. Oh, thank Frank.
You gotta help me, man.
Nope, not doing this.
Nope. Not doing this.
All right. What do you
need, King Julien?
That fancy-pants alligator
fella hijacked my kingdom
and made it a cesspool of good manners,
thoughtfulness, and responsible actions.
Well, if there's one thing I hate...
Well, I hate a lot of things.
But one of them is when some busybody
tries to tell me what to do.
Me too!
Unless it's you doin' the
telling, Wise Leader.
Not doing this!
I say we should put
that jerk in his place.
You'll really help me?
Yeah, mostly 'cause I'm
sick of these rubes
following me around like
I got all the answers.
I want to be left alone again.
Hey, good with me. I'm not
picky about motivations.
"So, you got a plan?" he asked,
already knowing the answer is no.
My plan is to exploit the
Ambassador's greatest weakness.
Is there gluten in this?
But I'm allergic to gluten.
Everybody knows that.
Ah, I see. We're talkin'
killing the guy.
Okay, I'm in.
Exactly. No, wait!
- Hey!
- No!
No, we give him a cake that's full
of gluten during a big public event.
Once the butt-fireworks begin,
nobody's gonna be able to look at
him as an authority on etiquette.
And we break the voodoo
he's putting on everybody.
All we're going to need
is a clever disguise.
There's a good little chap.
Now, do the box step,
and you shall be rewarded
with an aperitif.
What the heck did he do
to your brain, woman?
I doubted him at first too.
But the Ambassador showed
me this is a better way.
We don't have to behave
like wild animals.
We are wild animals!
This guy's just misquoting
the stuff in the book
to make people do what he says.
Is that so wrong? Aren't our
citizens living better lives now?
Think about it, Maurice. The whole
island walking in lockstep.
With no more troublemakers
or creative types.
No more weird haircuts
or indie folk bands.
Or one-lemur shows.
Just order.
You no longer need to fear
responsibility for your own actions.
All is laid out for you, as long
as you do as Mildred commands.
I'm sure you'll come
around in time, Maurice.
Okay, people, keep the chit-chat to a
minimum. None of us have the manners
to have a real conversation
with these people.
And I feel real pretty. Not that
anybody complimented me yet.
Hmm.
Good evening, Master William.
Uh... My, it sure is... uh, weather...
this evening.
Enchanté. And who's
your lovely companion?
Oh, stop, you.
Horst, come greet our guests.
No wedding rings.
You brought a cake?
Oh, how thoughtful.
It looks very...
moist.
My, my. I'd never let a
suitor handle my baked goods
without a proper introduction.
A lady like yourself shouldn't carry her
own cake like some sort of coal miner.
Here.
I've got it.
- Oh, spunky!
- Oh!
How dare you impugn my
dignity, whatever that means?
Madame, are you King Julien?
Me? No! I'm his third
cousin, twice removed
on his granddaddy's
butler's side.
And when he finds out about...
Hey!
I know just what
to do with this.
That's my cake!
I mean, my cake. A present for
the Crocodile Ambassador.
It's The Von Hootenpuff
Way, for crying out loud.
King Julien, I presume?
I am Grunt-hilda
Knickerbocker Fancypants...
Yeah, it's me.
King Julien, you have terrorized
this island with your bad behavior.
And now, you will answer for it.
There will be a public inquisition.
Uh, that's probably bad, right?
Your once-great king stands trial
for a number of grievous faux pas.
How do you plead, Mister Julien?
Usually like, "Oh, please!
Let me go!"
Then I'd get on my knees and
then I really beg. You know.
The king's still got
it, right, gang?
I find myself wanting
to laugh at his jape,
but feeling too
ashamed to do so.
That's great, hon. Stuff it all down.
Madam Von Hootenpuff would be proud.
Now, what are these supposed flopahs
I'm accused of, by the way?
One each of the following.
Failure to say "Gesundheit"
after a sneeze.
Improper hand positioning
during a foxtrot.
High-fiving a member
of the clergy.
Failure to salute a royal baby.
Eating while on the toilet.
Pretending the Five-Second
Rule is a real thing.
I object. Sustained. Your Honor,
this is a kangaroo court.
And not a real one with real kangaroos,
'cause that would be awesome.
I mean, real kangaroos.
In a court.
Please refrain from commenting
until I'm finished.
You are finished!
Hmm?
What happened to us, my peoples?
When did we all get so uptight?
Remember how much fun we used to have
before this guy started bossing us around?
I am merely doing
what the book says.
That's the thing. We
don't need the book.
We were getting along
great without it
before Maurice had the bright
idea to ruin everything.
That was your idea!
Shut it!
This book was supposed to
make us nicer to each other.
To be better friends and citizens.
But he's using it to divide us.
Do we really need a list of
approved fonts for thank-you notes?
Or do we just need to remember to
appreciate and care more about each other?
And if this book is
getting in the way,
I say, let's throw it out and
go back to how things were.
What do you say? Huh? Right?
Who's with me?
Rude.
Yes, he completely interrupted
the Ambassador. The nerve!
Seems as though the
people have spoken.
You are hereby sentenced to...
What? This only happens when...
You eat gluten. Ha!
Clover?
I was working as a double
agent, Your Majesty.
Oh, come on, you
tortured me, man!
It was for the good
of the kingdom!
Mostly.
Once I understood the Ambassador's
plan, I had to stop it.
I gave him the
gluten-filled cake,
knowing it would cause him to...
Oh, did he just...
He swore a gentleman
never did that.
Now, now. Everyone,
please calm...
This is highly uncivilized.
You... You animals!
Are you okay, Your Majesty?
I'm better than okay.
I have an announcement to make.
From now on, nobody has to
follow any rules at all.
Absolutely no rules seems like
a bad idea, Your Majesty.
Oh, way to bring us
all down, Clover.
All right, as long as you're not hurting
anybody, let your freaky flags fly.
Keep Madagascar weird, y'all!
Peace!
Really? How weird?
Not you, Mort.