The Penguins of Madagascar (2008–2015): Season 1, Episode 12 - Popcorn Panic - full transcript
When the Penguins lose access to their favorite snack, popcorn, Skipper & crew leap into action to gain a new supply of the salty treat.When a camera falls from the sky into the lemur habitat, Julien and Maurice argue about who will keep the shiny toy.
Hello.
Look alive, men.
Time to get us some popcorn.
Prepare to commence
"Operation Popcorn."
Bit on the nose,
isn't it, Skipper?
- Easy to remember, though.
- Popcorn!
Roger that, Rico. Go time.
- Private, decoy duty.
- No problem.
I've been working
on my waddle, Skipper.
Wow.
Outstanding!
Regurgitated.
Just like Mama used to make.
Dance, Mort!
Dance for the silly humans, and they
throw the delicious poppity-corn at us!
Popcorn, I like this!
Maurice, your booty
is barely shaking.
Watch. Eyes on me. Both eyes, Maurice.
Your lazy eye, too.
- I don't have a lazy...
- No, it's OK! Look, I have one, too!
Yes! You are powerless
to King Julien's superior robot skills.
- Hey, little animal lover.
- Hi.
I'm Zookeeper Alice.
Did you know that every last beastie
in this zoo is on a very special diet?
I guess.
You guess.
You're a little guesser, are ya?
I have a Zookeeper Alice
tip for you, little guesser!
Do...
not...
feed... the... animals!
- Maurice. Make them shush now.
- Order! Order!
Hey, you guys, come on!
Everybody calm down!
There. OK, great.
I can't live without popcorn!
- Popcorn!
- Popcorn, popcorn, popcorn...
I'll get your popped corn.
- Something smells fishy.
- Yeah. I don't know about these guys.
No. I mean they stink of actual fish,
Maurice. Open a window.
Here's what we know.
Alice has clamped down.
She's actually enforcing the
"Do Not Feed the Animals" policy.
All popcorn supply lines
have been cut off. Finito!
But not to worry.
We have a plan. Rico?
Maurice, where is my plan?
Why don't you vomit up a plan?
And do something
about the stink.
The only thing that stinks here
is your attitude.
The Skipper likes team players.
So do l. As long as
I am in charge of the team.
OK, my kingly plan
is coming to me...
First, obviously, we must get rid
of that insane zookeeper Alice.
Negatory. You'll just get
more Alices in her place.
- A lot more Alices.
- Give us a number, Kowalski.
- 42.
- Good. Show me your math later.
Excuse me, fishy, interrupting bird.
Your king, which is me, is very busy.
Maybe you didn't get the memo, punk,
but this zoo runs
on democratic principles.
And I don't think
we put you in charge.
Did we?
How could I not be in charge?
Being in charge
is what kings do. So, shut up.
- I vote for you.
- Not the feet! Do not touch the feet!
OK. Let's get a little,
I don't know, creative here.
What if we all work together
to get the popcorn?
Fine. Whatever.
OK, you each do it your own way and
may the best species win. Good luck.
Failure is not an option.
Which is fine by me
because I do not intend to fail.
I vow to do the opposite of fail.
You mean succeed?
No, I will not "suck seed."
No one will be sucking seed.
- We will all be eating popcorn!
- So, you have a plan?
Better! I have confidence!
Shall we leave this
to the professionals?
I think so. Rico!
According to this symbol,
which appears to be Aztec in origin...
- You are here.
- Tell me something I don't know.
Without mucus, your
stomach would digest itself.
Tell me something else I don't know.
Something less disturbing, maybe.
Snack storage facility
at eleven o'clock.
Blast! It's already 1 0:.57.
We don't have much time.
Rico! No unauthorized
personnel on missions.
Sorry, doll-face.
Maybe another place, another time.
Attack-stack, men!
Target acquired.
Keep it together, Private.
Reverse formation... now!
This reeks of fishy,
flightless bird-type creatures.
- I suspect that they came this way.
- No kidding.
Where's the popcorn?
- There's the popcorn.
- Well played, Mort.
Skipper, look!
Keep your stinkin'
opposable thumbs off our popcorn!
This is not yours.
Mort found it. Right, Mort?
Finders keepers.
Kowalski? Legal analysis.
He's got you, Skipper. It's
the Finder's Keepers Treaty of 1 859.
Blast! Secure another bag, men.
Prepare to eat popcorn
'til your guts explode.
Rico!
- What?
- Huh?
This doesn't look anything
like the picture on the bag.
It isn't very puffy.
Only l, King Julien, have the key
to this mysterious mystery.
- I've got a clean shot, Skipper.
- Hold your fire. He's bluffing.
They are popcorn eggs! They need
to be hatched under our warm bottoms.
That would be... really...
Yeah, I don't what that would be.
Marlene, I think the word
you're looking for is "ridiculous."
We shall see who is ridiculous
when popcorn begins
exploding from my bottom!
That lunatic will not be our king.
We'll crack that popcorn code.
- Skipper! Alice is on the move!
- Rico, kill the lights.
I meant turn them off.
Rico!
Mort, Maurice, gather 'round.
Everyone grab an egg.
Now put it under
your bottoms like so.
Think warm-bottom thoughts.
Do like I'm doing!
I think mine's hatching!
Remind me not to eat that one.
We need answers, now!
Talk, mister! Where are
your fluffy little friends?
We can do this the easy way
or we can do this Rico's way.
Skipper, our bag's sprung a leak.
A leak?
Yo, Alice. Aren't you supposed
to be shoveling the elephant poop?
I can't. I'm investigating
the warehouse break-in.
Two sacks of popcorn are missing,
and I think I'm onto something.
Penguins.
Skipper, I think Alice
might be onto us.
One side, Private.
Kowalski, Rico, hit the water.
Private, help me hide the popcorn.
The incinerator's
the last place she'll ever look.
It's like nothing happened.
Skipper, something happened!
Fire in the hole!
Earthquake!
I knew it!
It's hatching!
I knew I shouldn't have
installed those decorative spikes.
- Kaboom?
- I'm going to say "yes."
I'll get to the bottom of...
Yo, Alice, you find that
missing popcorn yet or what?
You can say that, yes.
It's a pop-storm!
Or, is it a corn-ado?
Skipper, I have to say
you guys rock.
Marlene, let's just say...
mission accomplished.
We showed those lemurs, Skipper.
You bet we did, Private.
Even that delusional king has to know
when he's licked
like an all-day sucker.
My bottom is magic. The salty-snack
gods have chosen to reward me.
Thank you, salty-snack gods!
Is there any doubt now that I am king?
It's by divine right! Right?
Right.
You know, men, I'm actually
pretty darn sick of popcorn.
Look alive, men.
Time to get us some popcorn.
Prepare to commence
"Operation Popcorn."
Bit on the nose,
isn't it, Skipper?
- Easy to remember, though.
- Popcorn!
Roger that, Rico. Go time.
- Private, decoy duty.
- No problem.
I've been working
on my waddle, Skipper.
Wow.
Outstanding!
Regurgitated.
Just like Mama used to make.
Dance, Mort!
Dance for the silly humans, and they
throw the delicious poppity-corn at us!
Popcorn, I like this!
Maurice, your booty
is barely shaking.
Watch. Eyes on me. Both eyes, Maurice.
Your lazy eye, too.
- I don't have a lazy...
- No, it's OK! Look, I have one, too!
Yes! You are powerless
to King Julien's superior robot skills.
- Hey, little animal lover.
- Hi.
I'm Zookeeper Alice.
Did you know that every last beastie
in this zoo is on a very special diet?
I guess.
You guess.
You're a little guesser, are ya?
I have a Zookeeper Alice
tip for you, little guesser!
Do...
not...
feed... the... animals!
- Maurice. Make them shush now.
- Order! Order!
Hey, you guys, come on!
Everybody calm down!
There. OK, great.
I can't live without popcorn!
- Popcorn!
- Popcorn, popcorn, popcorn...
I'll get your popped corn.
- Something smells fishy.
- Yeah. I don't know about these guys.
No. I mean they stink of actual fish,
Maurice. Open a window.
Here's what we know.
Alice has clamped down.
She's actually enforcing the
"Do Not Feed the Animals" policy.
All popcorn supply lines
have been cut off. Finito!
But not to worry.
We have a plan. Rico?
Maurice, where is my plan?
Why don't you vomit up a plan?
And do something
about the stink.
The only thing that stinks here
is your attitude.
The Skipper likes team players.
So do l. As long as
I am in charge of the team.
OK, my kingly plan
is coming to me...
First, obviously, we must get rid
of that insane zookeeper Alice.
Negatory. You'll just get
more Alices in her place.
- A lot more Alices.
- Give us a number, Kowalski.
- 42.
- Good. Show me your math later.
Excuse me, fishy, interrupting bird.
Your king, which is me, is very busy.
Maybe you didn't get the memo, punk,
but this zoo runs
on democratic principles.
And I don't think
we put you in charge.
Did we?
How could I not be in charge?
Being in charge
is what kings do. So, shut up.
- I vote for you.
- Not the feet! Do not touch the feet!
OK. Let's get a little,
I don't know, creative here.
What if we all work together
to get the popcorn?
Fine. Whatever.
OK, you each do it your own way and
may the best species win. Good luck.
Failure is not an option.
Which is fine by me
because I do not intend to fail.
I vow to do the opposite of fail.
You mean succeed?
No, I will not "suck seed."
No one will be sucking seed.
- We will all be eating popcorn!
- So, you have a plan?
Better! I have confidence!
Shall we leave this
to the professionals?
I think so. Rico!
According to this symbol,
which appears to be Aztec in origin...
- You are here.
- Tell me something I don't know.
Without mucus, your
stomach would digest itself.
Tell me something else I don't know.
Something less disturbing, maybe.
Snack storage facility
at eleven o'clock.
Blast! It's already 1 0:.57.
We don't have much time.
Rico! No unauthorized
personnel on missions.
Sorry, doll-face.
Maybe another place, another time.
Attack-stack, men!
Target acquired.
Keep it together, Private.
Reverse formation... now!
This reeks of fishy,
flightless bird-type creatures.
- I suspect that they came this way.
- No kidding.
Where's the popcorn?
- There's the popcorn.
- Well played, Mort.
Skipper, look!
Keep your stinkin'
opposable thumbs off our popcorn!
This is not yours.
Mort found it. Right, Mort?
Finders keepers.
Kowalski? Legal analysis.
He's got you, Skipper. It's
the Finder's Keepers Treaty of 1 859.
Blast! Secure another bag, men.
Prepare to eat popcorn
'til your guts explode.
Rico!
- What?
- Huh?
This doesn't look anything
like the picture on the bag.
It isn't very puffy.
Only l, King Julien, have the key
to this mysterious mystery.
- I've got a clean shot, Skipper.
- Hold your fire. He's bluffing.
They are popcorn eggs! They need
to be hatched under our warm bottoms.
That would be... really...
Yeah, I don't what that would be.
Marlene, I think the word
you're looking for is "ridiculous."
We shall see who is ridiculous
when popcorn begins
exploding from my bottom!
That lunatic will not be our king.
We'll crack that popcorn code.
- Skipper! Alice is on the move!
- Rico, kill the lights.
I meant turn them off.
Rico!
Mort, Maurice, gather 'round.
Everyone grab an egg.
Now put it under
your bottoms like so.
Think warm-bottom thoughts.
Do like I'm doing!
I think mine's hatching!
Remind me not to eat that one.
We need answers, now!
Talk, mister! Where are
your fluffy little friends?
We can do this the easy way
or we can do this Rico's way.
Skipper, our bag's sprung a leak.
A leak?
Yo, Alice. Aren't you supposed
to be shoveling the elephant poop?
I can't. I'm investigating
the warehouse break-in.
Two sacks of popcorn are missing,
and I think I'm onto something.
Penguins.
Skipper, I think Alice
might be onto us.
One side, Private.
Kowalski, Rico, hit the water.
Private, help me hide the popcorn.
The incinerator's
the last place she'll ever look.
It's like nothing happened.
Skipper, something happened!
Fire in the hole!
Earthquake!
I knew it!
It's hatching!
I knew I shouldn't have
installed those decorative spikes.
- Kaboom?
- I'm going to say "yes."
I'll get to the bottom of...
Yo, Alice, you find that
missing popcorn yet or what?
You can say that, yes.
It's a pop-storm!
Or, is it a corn-ado?
Skipper, I have to say
you guys rock.
Marlene, let's just say...
mission accomplished.
We showed those lemurs, Skipper.
You bet we did, Private.
Even that delusional king has to know
when he's licked
like an all-day sucker.
My bottom is magic. The salty-snack
gods have chosen to reward me.
Thank you, salty-snack gods!
Is there any doubt now that I am king?
It's by divine right! Right?
Right.
You know, men, I'm actually
pretty darn sick of popcorn.