The Penguins of Madagascar (2008–2015): Season 2, Episode 1 - The Red Squirrel/It's About Time - full transcript
The penguins are recruited by Buck Rockgut to help him capture the Red Squirrel. Kowalski travels back in time to prevent himself from building a time machine.
* *
Kowalski, progress report.
Nearing completion on escape
tunnel number 15, Skipper.
Isn't this a bit overly cautious?
Even better.
It's full-blown paranoia.
No, I mean, we already
have 14 escape tunnels.
Isn't that enough?
Manfredi and Johnson thought so,
what was left of them came
home in a manila envelope.
From Manila, ironically.
There's no such thing as
"too paranoid", Private.
Remember that.
And forget you ever heard it.
Um, I don't think that works
the way you think it...
Eyes on the flippers.
Wow!
Man down!
Rico.
His brain appears to be
functioning at, uh...
Hmm, let's call it normal capacity.
What happened?
I thought we mapped this tunnel.
I'm not sure.
This wall shouldn't be...
A vintage pass code lock.
Excellent work, Kowalski.
But can you open it?
Well, it is state of the art
hyper encryption technology...
From 1963.
Nailed it.
Move in cautiously, men.
Rico, ominous background music.
Ah!
Rico!
All right, crackerjack,
what's the code word?
Lucky guess, moonbeam.
That voice...
That steely gaze...
You sugar puffs just
gonna stand there?
Spill your tater tots.
Where's the red squirrel?
The red squirrel.
Then you really are...
Special agent Buck Rotgut.
The Buck Rotgut?
Um, is that... is that
someone famous, then?
Sweet ignorant Private,
Buck Rotgut is our greatest
American penguin hero.
I've patterned my whole
life after Rotgut.
The bird who brought down
penguin enemy number one:
the red squirrel.
And may I say, it is an honor, sir.
86 the kiss-up, fauntleroy.
Let's get to brass tacks.
I caught the squirrel, all right,
But big red broke out,
Disappeared in the underground.
47 years I've been
down in this bunker,
waiting for red squirrel to
show his fluffy tail again.
47 years.
47 years?
47 years!
Don't you think the red squirrel
would have shown up by now?
Private.
College boy, huh?
You see that bunker door?
It only opens when the
red squirrel returns.
Is it open now, dough boy?
Yes.
Then red is back.
And you four lollipops are
gonna help me find him.
I get to work with Buck Rotgut.
I know, right?
Okay, so the guy in the street,
He puts a little ball
into one hat like this.
Then he mix, he mix it so fast
it's like you can't even see it.
Then stop.
And now you can't tell which
is the ball hat, can you?
Oh.
Oh. Ah! Oh!
And now you give to
me all of your money.
I love this game.
You sure you playing this right?
Where's the red squirrel?
Bring him up.
All right, pigeon, sing for me.
Uh...
* I don't know *
* where the red squirrel is *
* but this one time *
* I found a piece of red licorice *
I don't understand, Skipper.
Why would Mort know anything
about the red squirrel?
You got to think like
Buck Rotgut, Private.
Put your paranoia cap on.
I don't think I have a
paranoia cap, Skipper.
Well, there's your problem.
You don't know anything
about the red squirrel, huh?
That bushy tail of yours
tells me different.
Know who else has a bushy tail?
The red squirrel!
Oh, it's true.
I do have a tail.
Sad eyes, a squirrel spy?
It's always the ones
you least expect.
But... but...
Ah, there you are, Mort, you silly.
Come, I must show you
my new street game.
Eh, who's the freak?
I confess to everything.
I took the last nut and nougat bar.
I cheat at whistling.
My father was not a
talking water cycle.
This hardball stuff really works.
These snitches don't know anything.
They're just small potatoes.
He's right.
I am secretly a potato.
No... oh... okay, no,
that one was a lie.
I just wanted to get the ropes off.
- Eh!
- Ow!
Oh! Uh!
These walls are nothing.
There's not been the prison built
that can hold King Julian.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You're locking that?
Never mind.
Am I the only one who
thinks this is wrong?
Oh, it's very wrong, Private.
Who knew the red squirrel had so
many agents Inside our own zoo?
I don't know what
to believe anymore.
Dry those water works, egghead.
This roundup's just
getting started.
You diaper dons ready to
get your flippers dirty?
- Oh, absolutamente.
- Yeah.
Not really.
Oh, all right.
Free peanuts.
You like peanuts, huh?
You know who else likes nuts?
The red squirrel!
Oh, dear.
Hey.
Oof.
Huh? What in the world?..
Ah!
You like pictures of
red squirrels, huh?
You know who else
likes red squirrels?
The red squirrel!
Ah! Gah!
I say.
Read any good books lately, punks?
Read? Red?
The red squirrel!
That one doesn't even make sense.
Ah! Ow!
But these are our friends.
They can't be red squirrel agents.
Can't they?
I think we can trust the instincts
of history's greatest
penguin agent.
Squirrel, squirrel, squirrel...
I'm sick of this guy.
He's not the boss of me.
- They can't do this.
- It's outrageous.
Okay, this red squirrel
stuff has gone way too far.
But maybe we can stop it.
I don't much like our chances.
Those penguins are a wiley bunch.
True, true,
but I just happen to have
a secret inside source.
Now, for his own protection,
my source cannot
reveal his identity.
Hello there, Private.
Oh.
Um, the way I see it,
everything goes back to normal
If we just get rid of Buck Rotgut.
And how are we gonna do that?
That guy's not going
anywhere until he catches
some kind of red squirrel.
Precisely, Maurice.
So you want me to pretend
to be a squirrel?
You are a squirrel.
Yeah, but I never been
a pretend one before.
It'll be fine.
Ow.
Ooh, everyone, come quickly.
It's the red squirrel.
Sweet enemy of the state.
It's really him.
Hope you kept your dance
card open, bushy tail,
'cause I'm gonna play
a little chin music
and waltz you all the way
back to the louse house.
Um, I'm gonna run away now.
After him, boys.
Take him out.
Oh, mama.
Oh, okay, only 100 yards
to the nearest tree.
Stupid eye patch.
Crazy face,
hit me with the gift box.
Ha.
A-hi.
Good job, all of us.
I'm sure they kept
your cell warm, red.
Heh-heh-heh.
Touche, heh-heh.
So what's our next mission, Buck?
That's it for me, boys.
I'm out of the game.
- Why?
- No, sir.
Say it ain't so.
I was put on this earth for one
reason and one reason only.
And now it's sitting
in the back of the...
Wait a minute.
Where's dough boy?
Private? He's right...
Hmm.
Thanks a million, Fred.
No problem.
I always wanted to ride in a box.
You know, they got cardboard
on the inside too.
Conspiracy.
Ah!
That squirrel was Fred?
Why would you make a
phony red squirrel?
Why?
Because special agent Buck Rotgut
is completely mental.
Your lies are burning my ear holes.
He's thrown all our friends
into a detention cell.
And for what?
Because he thinks some
enemy from 47 years ago
is still out there
plotting against him?
Oh, I get it now.
The red squirrel hates penguins.
And you know who
else hates penguins?
The red squirrel...
The red squirrel!
What? He's... he's...
Okay, he's talking nonsense.
I don't know, Private.
You did get caught
red-squirrel-handed.
A clever game, I'll give him that.
Planting a decoy to cover up
your penguin plastic surgery.
Nice move,
red squirrel!
Wait.
You think Private
is the red squirrel?
Uh, that's not really, uh...
Possible.
That sounds like squirrel talk.
Maybe I got the right idea,
wrong penguin suit, huh?
Who? Kowalski?
He's been helping us
catch the red squirrel.
Inside man.
Your smarter than I thought, red.
But I know how to make
you smart guys talk.
You ever had a six-pound halibut
shoved up your left nostril?
Not the left one, no.
I did try to tell you.
Rico, ring-a-ding special, asap.
Yes.
You don't say?
Well, thanks, chief.
That was HQ.
They said you've been tracking
another decoy this whole time.
The real red squirrel
is hiding out in
Grr-furr-jiggle-stan.
You tuna-fed thumb suckers
better sit this one out.
Griffajigglestan is
no place for amateurs.
I'm coming for you, squirrel.
Clear.
Well, maybe we left
our paranoia caps on
A little too long.
Oh, I do feel bad for the old guy.
He's wasted decades
chasing an enemy
that probably doesn't even exist.
Red squirrel's log.
Special agent Rotgut
has been disposed of.
Time to get to work.
Stupid eye patch.
Kowalski, progress report.
Nearing completion on escape
tunnel number 15, Skipper.
Isn't this a bit overly cautious?
Even better.
It's full-blown paranoia.
No, I mean, we already
have 14 escape tunnels.
Isn't that enough?
Manfredi and Johnson thought so,
what was left of them came
home in a manila envelope.
From Manila, ironically.
There's no such thing as
"too paranoid", Private.
Remember that.
And forget you ever heard it.
Um, I don't think that works
the way you think it...
Eyes on the flippers.
Wow!
Man down!
Rico.
His brain appears to be
functioning at, uh...
Hmm, let's call it normal capacity.
What happened?
I thought we mapped this tunnel.
I'm not sure.
This wall shouldn't be...
A vintage pass code lock.
Excellent work, Kowalski.
But can you open it?
Well, it is state of the art
hyper encryption technology...
From 1963.
Nailed it.
Move in cautiously, men.
Rico, ominous background music.
Ah!
Rico!
All right, crackerjack,
what's the code word?
Lucky guess, moonbeam.
That voice...
That steely gaze...
You sugar puffs just
gonna stand there?
Spill your tater tots.
Where's the red squirrel?
The red squirrel.
Then you really are...
Special agent Buck Rotgut.
The Buck Rotgut?
Um, is that... is that
someone famous, then?
Sweet ignorant Private,
Buck Rotgut is our greatest
American penguin hero.
I've patterned my whole
life after Rotgut.
The bird who brought down
penguin enemy number one:
the red squirrel.
And may I say, it is an honor, sir.
86 the kiss-up, fauntleroy.
Let's get to brass tacks.
I caught the squirrel, all right,
But big red broke out,
Disappeared in the underground.
47 years I've been
down in this bunker,
waiting for red squirrel to
show his fluffy tail again.
47 years.
47 years?
47 years!
Don't you think the red squirrel
would have shown up by now?
Private.
College boy, huh?
You see that bunker door?
It only opens when the
red squirrel returns.
Is it open now, dough boy?
Yes.
Then red is back.
And you four lollipops are
gonna help me find him.
I get to work with Buck Rotgut.
I know, right?
Okay, so the guy in the street,
He puts a little ball
into one hat like this.
Then he mix, he mix it so fast
it's like you can't even see it.
Then stop.
And now you can't tell which
is the ball hat, can you?
Oh.
Oh. Ah! Oh!
And now you give to
me all of your money.
I love this game.
You sure you playing this right?
Where's the red squirrel?
Bring him up.
All right, pigeon, sing for me.
Uh...
* I don't know *
* where the red squirrel is *
* but this one time *
* I found a piece of red licorice *
I don't understand, Skipper.
Why would Mort know anything
about the red squirrel?
You got to think like
Buck Rotgut, Private.
Put your paranoia cap on.
I don't think I have a
paranoia cap, Skipper.
Well, there's your problem.
You don't know anything
about the red squirrel, huh?
That bushy tail of yours
tells me different.
Know who else has a bushy tail?
The red squirrel!
Oh, it's true.
I do have a tail.
Sad eyes, a squirrel spy?
It's always the ones
you least expect.
But... but...
Ah, there you are, Mort, you silly.
Come, I must show you
my new street game.
Eh, who's the freak?
I confess to everything.
I took the last nut and nougat bar.
I cheat at whistling.
My father was not a
talking water cycle.
This hardball stuff really works.
These snitches don't know anything.
They're just small potatoes.
He's right.
I am secretly a potato.
No... oh... okay, no,
that one was a lie.
I just wanted to get the ropes off.
- Eh!
- Ow!
Oh! Uh!
These walls are nothing.
There's not been the prison built
that can hold King Julian.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You're locking that?
Never mind.
Am I the only one who
thinks this is wrong?
Oh, it's very wrong, Private.
Who knew the red squirrel had so
many agents Inside our own zoo?
I don't know what
to believe anymore.
Dry those water works, egghead.
This roundup's just
getting started.
You diaper dons ready to
get your flippers dirty?
- Oh, absolutamente.
- Yeah.
Not really.
Oh, all right.
Free peanuts.
You like peanuts, huh?
You know who else likes nuts?
The red squirrel!
Oh, dear.
Hey.
Oof.
Huh? What in the world?..
Ah!
You like pictures of
red squirrels, huh?
You know who else
likes red squirrels?
The red squirrel!
Ah! Gah!
I say.
Read any good books lately, punks?
Read? Red?
The red squirrel!
That one doesn't even make sense.
Ah! Ow!
But these are our friends.
They can't be red squirrel agents.
Can't they?
I think we can trust the instincts
of history's greatest
penguin agent.
Squirrel, squirrel, squirrel...
I'm sick of this guy.
He's not the boss of me.
- They can't do this.
- It's outrageous.
Okay, this red squirrel
stuff has gone way too far.
But maybe we can stop it.
I don't much like our chances.
Those penguins are a wiley bunch.
True, true,
but I just happen to have
a secret inside source.
Now, for his own protection,
my source cannot
reveal his identity.
Hello there, Private.
Oh.
Um, the way I see it,
everything goes back to normal
If we just get rid of Buck Rotgut.
And how are we gonna do that?
That guy's not going
anywhere until he catches
some kind of red squirrel.
Precisely, Maurice.
So you want me to pretend
to be a squirrel?
You are a squirrel.
Yeah, but I never been
a pretend one before.
It'll be fine.
Ow.
Ooh, everyone, come quickly.
It's the red squirrel.
Sweet enemy of the state.
It's really him.
Hope you kept your dance
card open, bushy tail,
'cause I'm gonna play
a little chin music
and waltz you all the way
back to the louse house.
Um, I'm gonna run away now.
After him, boys.
Take him out.
Oh, mama.
Oh, okay, only 100 yards
to the nearest tree.
Stupid eye patch.
Crazy face,
hit me with the gift box.
Ha.
A-hi.
Good job, all of us.
I'm sure they kept
your cell warm, red.
Heh-heh-heh.
Touche, heh-heh.
So what's our next mission, Buck?
That's it for me, boys.
I'm out of the game.
- Why?
- No, sir.
Say it ain't so.
I was put on this earth for one
reason and one reason only.
And now it's sitting
in the back of the...
Wait a minute.
Where's dough boy?
Private? He's right...
Hmm.
Thanks a million, Fred.
No problem.
I always wanted to ride in a box.
You know, they got cardboard
on the inside too.
Conspiracy.
Ah!
That squirrel was Fred?
Why would you make a
phony red squirrel?
Why?
Because special agent Buck Rotgut
is completely mental.
Your lies are burning my ear holes.
He's thrown all our friends
into a detention cell.
And for what?
Because he thinks some
enemy from 47 years ago
is still out there
plotting against him?
Oh, I get it now.
The red squirrel hates penguins.
And you know who
else hates penguins?
The red squirrel...
The red squirrel!
What? He's... he's...
Okay, he's talking nonsense.
I don't know, Private.
You did get caught
red-squirrel-handed.
A clever game, I'll give him that.
Planting a decoy to cover up
your penguin plastic surgery.
Nice move,
red squirrel!
Wait.
You think Private
is the red squirrel?
Uh, that's not really, uh...
Possible.
That sounds like squirrel talk.
Maybe I got the right idea,
wrong penguin suit, huh?
Who? Kowalski?
He's been helping us
catch the red squirrel.
Inside man.
Your smarter than I thought, red.
But I know how to make
you smart guys talk.
You ever had a six-pound halibut
shoved up your left nostril?
Not the left one, no.
I did try to tell you.
Rico, ring-a-ding special, asap.
Yes.
You don't say?
Well, thanks, chief.
That was HQ.
They said you've been tracking
another decoy this whole time.
The real red squirrel
is hiding out in
Grr-furr-jiggle-stan.
You tuna-fed thumb suckers
better sit this one out.
Griffajigglestan is
no place for amateurs.
I'm coming for you, squirrel.
Clear.
Well, maybe we left
our paranoia caps on
A little too long.
Oh, I do feel bad for the old guy.
He's wasted decades
chasing an enemy
that probably doesn't even exist.
Red squirrel's log.
Special agent Rotgut
has been disposed of.
Time to get to work.
Stupid eye patch.