The Penguins of Madagascar (2008–2015): Season 1, Episode 2 - Operation: Plush and Cover - full transcript

The We Like To Move It Crew
presents:

Cute and cuddly, boys.

What? Is that...

Are you...
But how are all these Mort? Help!

Maurice, there are Morts
here, there, and everywhere.

I must be dreaming.

The most horrible dream
inside my head.

Quick, pinch me.
Now bite me.

Now slap my face,
and spank my right buttock.

Am I awake?

They're the new stuffed Mort dolls
from the zoo gift shop.



The kids just love 'em.

Just look
at this silly Mort doll thing.

It is the most ugliest
and stupidest...

That's actually the real Mort.

Hi, it's me.

Very well.
Onto new business.

Please refrain
from yanking the hats off visitors

when they stroll past your habitats.

There are legal issues,
and more importantly,

it's just plain rude.

Of course,
we can still fling poo at them.

That's tradition.

Those new Mort dolls sure are cute.

I would go so far as to call them



downright adorable, Marlene.

The more of me, the merrier!

Come on, cheer up.
At least you have a toy.

The last shipment of otter dolls
was sent back to the factory.

Sent back, you are saying?

Well, they did have a few...
I don't know...

Minor defects.

Defects?

Now, there is an idea.

What's up with the fuss?

I dunno.

I have to wait
for my away team to report

before declaring "Defcom Red".

Real quick,
what exactly is a "Defcom Red"?

Classified.

Just hope you never live
to see one, sister.

Skipper, reports indicate
that the new Mort plushes

are tainted
with some sort of toxic substance.

They're recalling the whole inventory
back to the factory.

A factory recall?

Wait a second.

It's Alice.

No wonder
they're sending these things back.

Skipper, look.

No, that's me in there. I like me.
Bring me back. I fall!

Sad eyes.

Why do the other me stink?

It was you, wasn't it?

No, of course not.

How daring of you!
Wait, what do you mean?

What did you do to the Mort dolls?

I am certain

I must not have the slightly,

foggiest idea
of what you are speaking of.

Have at them,
my foul black and white friends.

Yes!
Spray away!

You there, go, go!

You missed a spot.

Fine.

I was maybe

indirectly responsible,
in a way that's not my fault

for the recalling
of the annoying Mort dolls.

Who is caring?

- Mort.
- The real Mort.

The one that was taken along
with his stuffed toys.

Stop.
Stop with the being so ridiculous.

The real Mort is right here,
safe and soundly.

Isn't that right, Mort?

Well, can't we just keep this one
instead?

Somebody has to go after him.

Don't worry.
This is what we do.

What have I done?

I already miss
having that annoying Mort around

so that I can hate him.

We have a confirmed address
on the target.

Now some transport.

I told Harry, that I'm gonna
write him up, next time he's late.

I know everything

that goes on around here.
Everything.

- Kowalski, report.
- It's dark.

I concur.
Rico, weapons check.

Outstanding.
Private, sound off.

- Are we there yet?
- Not yet, Private. Wait for it.

Wait for it.

And...
Move out.

Now!

Right.
Back in the box.

Any word on the rescue?

We have a delivery confirmation.

Skipper and company
were delivered to the factory

at exactly 7:30 A.M.

Eastern standard time.

Signed for by a C.W. Smith.

Get him out of sight.

Have you by passed
the security scanner yet?

I can't seem to crack
the retinal scrambling code.

Keep at it. Mort's here somewhere.
And he's counting on us.

Switching to collate on my mark.

Five, four, three.

Evasive action.
Do we have enemy movement?

We're taking fire!

We're also giving some, right, Rico?

Steady, boys.
Stand by to toast this marshmallow.

Popcorn, anyone?
It's fresh.

How did he get here?

I sent myself

super-platinum
premier overnight express.

This is how a king is to be rolling.

But you're the reason
Mort's here in the first place.

Which is why I must lend
my kingly cleverness to help.

So who enjoys the honor
of carrying my luggage?

Stamp his royal highness

return to sender.

You win.
Forget the luggage.

Skipper, we could use
an extra set of eyes

to cover our left flank.

All right, Ringtail.
You're in.

Ringtail.
Is this my code name?

Sweet mother MacArthur!

Will you just take
a look opposition?

Why did you not just say so?

Defective items scheduled
for immediate destruction.

Somebody help me!

This crown is all wrong.

My noble kingly nose
is looking too big here.

Where is the quality controlling
in this dump?

What?

You are now officially
a hazard to this operation.

Double time it, boys.

Just stay out of sight, Ringtail.

Kowalski, hit the kill switch.

Kill the hit switch!

Switch the kill hit!

Danger. Danger.

What kind of sick and

twisted toy factory is this?

Hang on.
I'm going to by pass the central wire...

Rico, surprise me.

Last words, anyone?

Ringtail to the rescue!

No need to drop to your knees

to thank and worship me.

We're safe!

And so, as of tonight,

there's been no word
from the penguins or Julien

concerning their valiant efforts
to rescue Mort.

I'm afraid
we'll have to assume the worst.

You guys made it!

And Mort!
He's home!

I am so happy to have my kingdom
together again.

Mort, you are free
to resume worshiping me.

There's no place like home.

Check it out.
The zoo has a new bestseller.

Well, would you look at that.

Kudos, Private.

Anybody?