The Penguins of Madagascar (2008–2015): Season 3, Episode 8 - Smotherly Love/Littlefoot - full transcript
Marlene wants to see a concert, but she becomes a monster every time she leaves the zoo! A maternal possum moves in with the penguins and smothers them with love.
SKIPPER: Ah, autumn in the park.
Boys, take in the sights and
sounds of the village green.
[SNIFF]
-Ah.
-Oh.
What's that smell?
-Probably that
police horse again.
-No!
I smell it too.
It's foul, rotten, nasty-- with
a beguiling hint of cherry.
It's Hans.
Denmark's most wanted puffin.
Get him, boys.
-Wait.
Why do you assume
I came to fight?
Maybe I stopped by
for idle chitchat.
-Not likely.
-True.
But if we did the occasional
lunch or went to the seashore,
I might not make
things like this.
Behold, the
Hans-matic9000 Freeze Ray,
the ultimate weapon.
-[SNICKERS] Freeze ray.
I've got four of
those in the basement.
-This one also makes a
delightful cappuccino.
-Oh, really?
Where do you froth the milk?
-Right there, in the handle.
You see it?
Yeah, with the-- with their
little, uh, cinnamon-- no!
You get me off topic!
Prepare for your doom!
[SIGHS] And there's
the cappuccino.
That's what I get for jobbing
out to a third party vendor.
I'll be back.
-He's getting away.
-Negative.
Rico, take the pep
out of his step.
[GASPS]
[YELLS]
-Pat's pennyloafers!
This is a civilian!
Code Red!
Code Red!
[SIREN SOUND]
[YELLS]
-Crash cart coming through.
-Isn't that rather high voltage?
--[CHUCKLES] I think
I know what I'm--
-No.
Though I've never met
this possum before,
I have a feeling she's never
quit on anything in her life.
And she's not quitting now!
You hear me?
You're not quitting on
me, perfect stranger.
[INHALES]
-[YELPS] That'll do.
So who wants a little lunchie?
-Ma'am, lie down.
You've had a rough morning.
-Oh, knock the M off that ma'am.
Call me "Ma."
Everybody does.
-What's the diagnosis, Kowalski?
Shell-shocked?
Bats in the belfry?
Insane in the membrane?
-Despite an overly active
mothering instinct,
she's right as rain.
-Then it's time
she hit the bricks.
-I couldn't find your oven.
But this big hair dryer
seemed to do the trick.
Wait, it's a little hot.
You Need me to blow on it?
Let me blow on it.
-Look, lady, it's like this.
I'm glad you're feeling
hale and hearty,
but the last thing my team
needs is a mollycoddling mother.
Makes 'em soft.
-Oh, I see.
I know how this goes.
14 boys of my own.
But now, they've all
grown up, left the pouch,
and me all alone.
[CHOKING]
OK.
OK.
OK.
OK.
Commence mollycoddle.
-Well, since you insist.
[GULPS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[KISSES AND BLOWS]
-Ho.
Hmm hmm.
-Glue.
Tweezers.
Macaroni.
-Sparkles.
-Sparkles?
-Yeah, sparkles.
Without sparkles, it's just
macaroni glued on a soup tin.
What good's that?
-He, uh-- has a point, Kowalski.
Done.
KOWALSKI: And what good
is it now, exactly?
-It's a sparkling pencil holder.
-Oh.
Do possums use pencils?
[MUTTERS] Ah!
-Men, I'm going to
pose a question,
and I want honest answers.
Could Ma be making us soft?
[LAUGHTER]
[SCREAMS]
-[GASPS] A boo-boo.
-[CRYING]
-Do Rico want Ma
to give it kisses?
Make it feel all better?
-(SOBBING) Uh huh.
-OK [KISSES] Better?
[KISSES] What did you
boys do without me?
-Morning, Ma.
Headed topside
for some marching.
All right, men.
I want a tight formation
and a sharp step.
-Oh, wait.
It's cold out there.
You'd better put on
some warm clothes.
-Um.
-Warm clothes?
-Cold for penguins?
-Aw, Ma.
Do we have to?
-Gotta hand it to Ma,
we do look delightful.
-Ha ha!
We meet again.
And this time, w--
what are you wearing?
You look adorable.
Almost too adorable
to annihilate.
Almost.
-Take cover.
-Not so brave when the--
wha-- blast worked.
OK.
Just hold on a second.
Just wait here for a
second, 'cause I'll be back.
-Rico! [INAUDIBLE].
Oh, and, uh-- let's
watch the civilians, OK?
[YELLS]
SKIPPER: Woo ha!
Get some.
-And just what do you
boys think you're doing?
-Ma?
-Playing with weapons?
-Ma.
We're the thin,
black-and-white line
that protects the world
from puffin-plotted peril.
-Suit yourselves.
Don't mind me.
I never wanted to be a burden.
[CROAKS]
-Ma!
Stand down, men.
Stand down.
We won't do it again, Ma.
Promise.
-You really think
this will fool Ma?
-Absolutely.
These decoys have been
scientifically constructed
to foil even the most
sensitive of maternal detection
capabilities.
-Well, they'd better.
Every moment we waste
is one more moment
Hans is out there, plotting
our gruesome demise.
-Is there such a thing as a
demise that's not gruesome,
Skipper?
-Manfredi and Johnson
and the day spa incident.
-Oh, yes.
What a relaxing way to go.
-Let's roll.
OK.
Smoke 'im out.
MARLENE: [COUGHING]
What-- [COUGH]
What are you guys doing?
-Hunting Hans.
We thought he might be
hiding in your habitat.
-Why would you think that?
-Marlene, I make constant
split-second decisions.
Not every one is
gonna be correct.
Now, if you'll excuse us,
we've got to carpet bomb
the chimp habitat
before Ma wakes up.
-Wait, what?
-Well, Hans might be
hiding over there,
and I'm willing to make a
devastatingly hasty decision
to find out.
-OK.
One, he's probably not.
Uh, two Ma?
-Our surrogate possum mother.
-I'm her favorite.
-Yeah, right.
-Knock it off, men.
Who cares who Ma's favourite is?
It's me.
Well, it is.
Ma's fragile.
-A mere mention of us
confronting danger,
sends her to the edge
of the eternal abyss.
-You're kidding, right?
You're not.
Guys, she's playing possum.
-Uh, no, Marlene.
Ma's not playing.
Ma is a possum.
-Come on.
You had to know that
possums act like stiffs
when they're in trouble.
They just-- they just
play like they're dying,
but it's all a big fake-out.
-Oh, well, duh, Marlene.
'Course we know
about playing possum.
What does that have
to do with, uh-- oh.
-Oh.
-But-- oh--
-Oh.
SKIPPER: Hello, Ma.
-There you are.
I was worried sick.
And you know what
stress does to me.
-Oh, cut the theatrics.
We know all about your
little marsupial tricks.
-Skipper?
W-- w-- what are
ya-- [GASPS] Oh, no!
[GASPS] This is it!
[GASPS AND CHOKES] Oh.
-Nope, lady.
Just nope.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SIGHS]
[GASPS]
-Anyone want the last
of Ma's halibut hash?
I can't eat anymore.
It tastes like tears.
-Did we really have
to send Ma away?
-She mollycoddled
us into big babies.
And-- And-- I'll take
some of the halibut hash.
[CHEWING]
[SOBBING]
[ALARM]
[GIBBERISH]
-So we meet again.
-Yeah, yeah.
We've heard it before-- twice.
-Yes.
But this time, I've put a
new spin on an old classic.
-Ma!
-Yes.
I have you dear, beloved ma.
[LAUGHS]
Ah.
[STOPS LAUGHING]
[BEGINS LAUGHING AGAIN]
Ah.
Oh.
[CLEARS THROAT]
-Hans, you may laugh longest,
but I'm gonna laugh last.
Maybe longest too.
Don't know, playing that by ear.
Kowalski, pain and
punishment options.
-Well, Skipper, we have,
um, macaroni and crayons.
-What?
Well, where are
the brass knuckle,
the bamboo shoots, the, uh--
-Dangerous things don't
belong in the home.
-Aw, Ma!
-Rico, it's up to you.
Barf with extreme prejudice.
[BUBBLING SOUND]
-Huh?
-Wah--
-How did you get to that?
-Well, this calls for fighting
the old-fashioned way,
with flippers of fury.
Shut the pathological
puffin down, boys.
-Aw, that's touching.
Look how much you
love your mommy.
-Her name is Ma!
-Now, you are
completely powerless.
I can do anything I want
to you-- anything at all.
You like this?
You want more?
[LAUGHS]
-[GASPS]
-Oh, wha-- [YELLS] Oh, no.
Even a miscreant
like myself doesn't
hurt sweet little mama ladies.
-Well, you saved
our bacon today, Ma.
You're welcome to
spoil my team any time.
-Thank you, Skipper, dear.
But I'm needed elsewhere.
Somebody needs some tough love.
Now, be a good boy
and eat your peas.
-Never.
I hate the vegetables.
[GASPS]
-I'm eating.
I'm eating.
[CLOSING THEME MUSIC]
Boys, take in the sights and
sounds of the village green.
[SNIFF]
-Ah.
-Oh.
What's that smell?
-Probably that
police horse again.
-No!
I smell it too.
It's foul, rotten, nasty-- with
a beguiling hint of cherry.
It's Hans.
Denmark's most wanted puffin.
Get him, boys.
-Wait.
Why do you assume
I came to fight?
Maybe I stopped by
for idle chitchat.
-Not likely.
-True.
But if we did the occasional
lunch or went to the seashore,
I might not make
things like this.
Behold, the
Hans-matic9000 Freeze Ray,
the ultimate weapon.
-[SNICKERS] Freeze ray.
I've got four of
those in the basement.
-This one also makes a
delightful cappuccino.
-Oh, really?
Where do you froth the milk?
-Right there, in the handle.
You see it?
Yeah, with the-- with their
little, uh, cinnamon-- no!
You get me off topic!
Prepare for your doom!
[SIGHS] And there's
the cappuccino.
That's what I get for jobbing
out to a third party vendor.
I'll be back.
-He's getting away.
-Negative.
Rico, take the pep
out of his step.
[GASPS]
[YELLS]
-Pat's pennyloafers!
This is a civilian!
Code Red!
Code Red!
[SIREN SOUND]
[YELLS]
-Crash cart coming through.
-Isn't that rather high voltage?
--[CHUCKLES] I think
I know what I'm--
-No.
Though I've never met
this possum before,
I have a feeling she's never
quit on anything in her life.
And she's not quitting now!
You hear me?
You're not quitting on
me, perfect stranger.
[INHALES]
-[YELPS] That'll do.
So who wants a little lunchie?
-Ma'am, lie down.
You've had a rough morning.
-Oh, knock the M off that ma'am.
Call me "Ma."
Everybody does.
-What's the diagnosis, Kowalski?
Shell-shocked?
Bats in the belfry?
Insane in the membrane?
-Despite an overly active
mothering instinct,
she's right as rain.
-Then it's time
she hit the bricks.
-I couldn't find your oven.
But this big hair dryer
seemed to do the trick.
Wait, it's a little hot.
You Need me to blow on it?
Let me blow on it.
-Look, lady, it's like this.
I'm glad you're feeling
hale and hearty,
but the last thing my team
needs is a mollycoddling mother.
Makes 'em soft.
-Oh, I see.
I know how this goes.
14 boys of my own.
But now, they've all
grown up, left the pouch,
and me all alone.
[CHOKING]
OK.
OK.
OK.
OK.
Commence mollycoddle.
-Well, since you insist.
[GULPS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[KISSES AND BLOWS]
-Ho.
Hmm hmm.
-Glue.
Tweezers.
Macaroni.
-Sparkles.
-Sparkles?
-Yeah, sparkles.
Without sparkles, it's just
macaroni glued on a soup tin.
What good's that?
-He, uh-- has a point, Kowalski.
Done.
KOWALSKI: And what good
is it now, exactly?
-It's a sparkling pencil holder.
-Oh.
Do possums use pencils?
[MUTTERS] Ah!
-Men, I'm going to
pose a question,
and I want honest answers.
Could Ma be making us soft?
[LAUGHTER]
[SCREAMS]
-[GASPS] A boo-boo.
-[CRYING]
-Do Rico want Ma
to give it kisses?
Make it feel all better?
-(SOBBING) Uh huh.
-OK [KISSES] Better?
[KISSES] What did you
boys do without me?
-Morning, Ma.
Headed topside
for some marching.
All right, men.
I want a tight formation
and a sharp step.
-Oh, wait.
It's cold out there.
You'd better put on
some warm clothes.
-Um.
-Warm clothes?
-Cold for penguins?
-Aw, Ma.
Do we have to?
-Gotta hand it to Ma,
we do look delightful.
-Ha ha!
We meet again.
And this time, w--
what are you wearing?
You look adorable.
Almost too adorable
to annihilate.
Almost.
-Take cover.
-Not so brave when the--
wha-- blast worked.
OK.
Just hold on a second.
Just wait here for a
second, 'cause I'll be back.
-Rico! [INAUDIBLE].
Oh, and, uh-- let's
watch the civilians, OK?
[YELLS]
SKIPPER: Woo ha!
Get some.
-And just what do you
boys think you're doing?
-Ma?
-Playing with weapons?
-Ma.
We're the thin,
black-and-white line
that protects the world
from puffin-plotted peril.
-Suit yourselves.
Don't mind me.
I never wanted to be a burden.
[CROAKS]
-Ma!
Stand down, men.
Stand down.
We won't do it again, Ma.
Promise.
-You really think
this will fool Ma?
-Absolutely.
These decoys have been
scientifically constructed
to foil even the most
sensitive of maternal detection
capabilities.
-Well, they'd better.
Every moment we waste
is one more moment
Hans is out there, plotting
our gruesome demise.
-Is there such a thing as a
demise that's not gruesome,
Skipper?
-Manfredi and Johnson
and the day spa incident.
-Oh, yes.
What a relaxing way to go.
-Let's roll.
OK.
Smoke 'im out.
MARLENE: [COUGHING]
What-- [COUGH]
What are you guys doing?
-Hunting Hans.
We thought he might be
hiding in your habitat.
-Why would you think that?
-Marlene, I make constant
split-second decisions.
Not every one is
gonna be correct.
Now, if you'll excuse us,
we've got to carpet bomb
the chimp habitat
before Ma wakes up.
-Wait, what?
-Well, Hans might be
hiding over there,
and I'm willing to make a
devastatingly hasty decision
to find out.
-OK.
One, he's probably not.
Uh, two Ma?
-Our surrogate possum mother.
-I'm her favorite.
-Yeah, right.
-Knock it off, men.
Who cares who Ma's favourite is?
It's me.
Well, it is.
Ma's fragile.
-A mere mention of us
confronting danger,
sends her to the edge
of the eternal abyss.
-You're kidding, right?
You're not.
Guys, she's playing possum.
-Uh, no, Marlene.
Ma's not playing.
Ma is a possum.
-Come on.
You had to know that
possums act like stiffs
when they're in trouble.
They just-- they just
play like they're dying,
but it's all a big fake-out.
-Oh, well, duh, Marlene.
'Course we know
about playing possum.
What does that have
to do with, uh-- oh.
-Oh.
-But-- oh--
-Oh.
SKIPPER: Hello, Ma.
-There you are.
I was worried sick.
And you know what
stress does to me.
-Oh, cut the theatrics.
We know all about your
little marsupial tricks.
-Skipper?
W-- w-- what are
ya-- [GASPS] Oh, no!
[GASPS] This is it!
[GASPS AND CHOKES] Oh.
-Nope, lady.
Just nope.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SIGHS]
[GASPS]
-Anyone want the last
of Ma's halibut hash?
I can't eat anymore.
It tastes like tears.
-Did we really have
to send Ma away?
-She mollycoddled
us into big babies.
And-- And-- I'll take
some of the halibut hash.
[CHEWING]
[SOBBING]
[ALARM]
[GIBBERISH]
-So we meet again.
-Yeah, yeah.
We've heard it before-- twice.
-Yes.
But this time, I've put a
new spin on an old classic.
-Ma!
-Yes.
I have you dear, beloved ma.
[LAUGHS]
Ah.
[STOPS LAUGHING]
[BEGINS LAUGHING AGAIN]
Ah.
Oh.
[CLEARS THROAT]
-Hans, you may laugh longest,
but I'm gonna laugh last.
Maybe longest too.
Don't know, playing that by ear.
Kowalski, pain and
punishment options.
-Well, Skipper, we have,
um, macaroni and crayons.
-What?
Well, where are
the brass knuckle,
the bamboo shoots, the, uh--
-Dangerous things don't
belong in the home.
-Aw, Ma!
-Rico, it's up to you.
Barf with extreme prejudice.
[BUBBLING SOUND]
-Huh?
-Wah--
-How did you get to that?
-Well, this calls for fighting
the old-fashioned way,
with flippers of fury.
Shut the pathological
puffin down, boys.
-Aw, that's touching.
Look how much you
love your mommy.
-Her name is Ma!
-Now, you are
completely powerless.
I can do anything I want
to you-- anything at all.
You like this?
You want more?
[LAUGHS]
-[GASPS]
-Oh, wha-- [YELLS] Oh, no.
Even a miscreant
like myself doesn't
hurt sweet little mama ladies.
-Well, you saved
our bacon today, Ma.
You're welcome to
spoil my team any time.
-Thank you, Skipper, dear.
But I'm needed elsewhere.
Somebody needs some tough love.
Now, be a good boy
and eat your peas.
-Never.
I hate the vegetables.
[GASPS]
-I'm eating.
I'm eating.
[CLOSING THEME MUSIC]