Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa

THUMP

Hey!

THUMPS AND SMASHING GLASS

Well done, boys, looks like ice-cold sushi for breakfast.

HE LAUGHS

No, no, son. Over here.

See the lion, look at the lion, and you get the lion.

HE SIGHS

Now, son, if you're going to grow up and be like your daddy some day,

you gotta learn how to fight.

-Dada.

-HE CHUCKLES

Alakay, let me show you something, OK?

-You see this mark?

-Ah.

You and me are the same.

When you're bigger, you'll be an alpha lion, just like your daddy.

-Now, let me see you fight. Ready?

-Yee-ha!

No, Alakay, no dancing.

You just amuse yourself, don't you?

You're a strange kid.

You are a strange one, I am telling you.

-Ooh, ah, ooh, ah.

-Come on, let's try it again.

-Hee-hee!

No, Alakay, stop that.

Stop that right now.

It's so disappointing when they don't grow up

-the way you want them to.

-Oh, come on.

You're not challenging me again, are you?

Look on the bright side - after I defeat you and take over

as alpha lion, you'll have much more time to spend

with your pathetic excuse of a son.

Before I kick your butt, let me ask you,

why do you even want to become the alpha lion?

I'm better looking, I have better hair,

I'm deceivingly smart and...I want everyone else to do what I say.

We'll fight on three. One...

Pay attention, Alakay.

-Daddy going to show you how it's done.

-Two, three!

Da da da.

FIGHT CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND

HE BURPS

Ooh!

-Who's alpha lion?

-You are.

Don't you forget it.

And that, Alakay, is how you attack...

Alakay?

-Ha!

-That's it.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Ah. This one's a beauty.

He'll be worth a few bucks.

-HE MEOWS

-It just gets easier and easier.

-DISTRESSED MEOWING

-Daddy.

Alakay?

Alakay. Alakay!

Dada!

No, no, no!

Alakay!

-Daddy.

-Alakay! Daddy's got you. Hold on.

-GUNSHOT

-Dada!

Ow! Ow!

Alakay!

Daddy!

MUSIC: "The Travelling Song" by Will.I.Am

# I've been around the world in the pouring rain

# Feeling out of place Really feeling strange

# Take me to a place where they know my name

# Cos I ain't met nobody that looks the same

# I'm a fish out of water Lion out of the jungle

# He a fish out of water Lion out of the jungle

# I'm a fish out of water Lion out of the jungle

# He a fish out of water Lion out of the jungle

# I need my peoples, my peoples Take me to my peoples

# They got jungle fever Show him some love

# Show him love

# Just gotta have someone... #

HE MEOWS

CROWD COO AND APPLAUD

GASPS AND APPLAUSE

I don't like the looks of this guy.

Well, I think he's kind of cute.

I think he's kind of a show-off.

You th-think h-he's cute?

ROAR!

-ANNOUNCER:

-The King of New York City.

Alex the Lion!

Whoo! I still think he's kind of a show-off.

You gotta give it to him, the guy's an animal.

Maybe he should take a break. You know, we could all use a vacation.

C'mon, where on earth would we go on vacation?

I don't know about you, but I want to go to Connecticut.

'On the loose, several animals,

'including the world-famous Alex the Lion, the King of New York,

'escaped from Central Park Zoo tonight.

'The escapees were finally cornered in Grand Central Station.'

He was a very bad kitty.

'Animal rights activists,

'who convinced zoo officials to have the animals sent to Africa,

'were stunned to learn that the freighter carrying the animals

'was reported missing today.'

'Tonight, hundreds of New Yorkers gathered at the Central Park Zoo

'to mourn the loss of their beloved zoo animals.

'The question on everyone's mind - where are they now?'

DRUMBEAT

APPLAUSE

# I like to move it, move it

# He likes to move it, move it

# She likes to move it, move it

-# We like to... #

-ALL: Move it!

SONG CONTINUES

Y'all know this one.

It never gets stale.

I'm going to miss you little fuzz buckets. You've been a great crowd.

Glad we could introduce you to the toilet.

You ever look us up in Manhattan, feel free to call first.

Seriously though, call, OK?

Settle down, settle down, everybody. Be quiet.

You can't leave without this.

Hey, surprise, freaks!

Look! Shake it, shake it.

Oh, I'm a lady.

I'm a lady, everyone.

I am a lady. Not really,

it's me, King Julien!

Which of you is attracted to me?

-APPLAUSE

-Hands up.

-HE LAUGHS

-Yes!

Hey, freaks!

You'll be very glad to hear that I am coming with you.

Oh, no, thank you.

Erm, yes, thank you.

It's my plan.

Until I return with the spoils from the new country,

Stevie will be in charge.

I don't think they like that idea so much, Julien.

What is that you say, Stevie?

Oh. Ha-ha. No?!

No, you didn't say that! How is that even possible?!

Naughty little thing.

Stevie says...

King Julien, wait for me!

I'm all packed and I've got a whole itinerary planned.

-HE LAUGHS

-Oh, no, it's Mort.

He's so annoying. Don't let him on.

Stop that thing! He's carrying scissors and hand cream!

Everybody in quickly. Get in. Get in. Get in quick. Get in quick!

-Struts.

-Check.

-Flaps.

-Check.

-Engine.

-Check.

-Coffee maker.

-Check.

MAD LAUGHTER

Whoops-a-daisy!

That's got to be the second-biggest slingshot I've ever seen.

But it's going to have to do.

Attention. This is your captain speaking.

In the event of a water emergency,

place the vest over your head then kiss your...goodbye!

-New York City, here we come!

-SKIPPER: ...relax and pray

to your personal god this hunk of junk flies.

Personal god...hunk...what?

We are go, sir.

Open the door, I'm outside!

In case of a loss in cabin pressure, place the mask over your face

to hide your terrified expression from other passengers.

Excuse me, miss. Aren't these supposed to be attached to my seat?

-No, sir.

-OK, boys. Launch.

-Hey.

-Launch.

-Launch!

-Launch!

THEY SCREAM

CHEERING

THUNDER AND LIGHTNING

Argh! Gremlin!

Hey, Mort.

Hi. Argh...!

-That was weird.

-Hey, somebody's dreaming, huh?

I think I just saw Mort on the wing of the plane.

You got Madagascar on the brain.

No, I'm quite a... It was incredible, wasn't it?

-Quite a vacation.

-I think it'll seem much more fun

-the further we away we get.

-Like when you bit me on the butt?

I'm going to take that,

that thing you are holding on to, and I am going to use it, on stage.

It's all part of my little actor's salad bar of emotional titbits.

Are the butts next to the croutons at the salad bar?

CHUCKLING You don't need to be sarcastic.

You guys, you know, I was thinking,

when we get back, I might just sign up for the breeding programme.

Breeding programme?

I think we all reach a point in our lives when we want to meet somebody.

-Yeah.

-Settle down, have a relationship.

-I can see that.

What? Like...dating?

Yeah, dating.

Are there other guys?

What do you mean, "other guys"?

Darn it!

I'm going to... What is holding up that beverage service?

-I'm going to go check.

-SHE YAWNS

Y'all keep talking, I'm going to catch a few winks.

Did you see that? It's so funny.

Oh, I like laughing.

It's such a nice experience...

..to laugh. Ha-ha!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Sorry, do you mind going back? This is first class.

It's nothing personal. It's just that we're better than you.

Hey, Maurice! I'm awful, hit me! Hit me!

-Is that Vivaldi?

-Hey, in-flight slave!

Can I help you, Mr Mankiewicz?

Bring me my nuts on a silver platter.

We just wanted to check on the drinks we ordered.

Oh, sorry. Been a little backed up.

-I guess I'll...

-What happened to your body? You're freaking me out!

Can you please go over there, please? Thank you very much.

Whatever happened to the separation of the classes?

I'm sure this whole democracy thing is just a fad.

We'll go out for pineapple, my little boople-doople-boo.

Skipper. Look.

-Analysis.

-It looks like an incandescent bulb,

designed to indicate something out of the ordinary, like a malfunction.

-I find it pretty and somewhat hypnotic.

-That too, sir.

Right, Rico, manual.

Problemo solved.

-Sir, we may be out of fuel.

-What makes you think that?

We've lost engine one.

And engine two is no longer on fire.

Buckle up, boys.

Don't look, doll - this might get hairy.

Attention! This is your captain speaking.

I've got good news and bad news.

The good news is, we'll be landing immediately. The bad news is...

we're crash-landing.

SCREAMING

When it comes to air travel, we know you have no choice whatsoever.

But thanks for choosing Air Penguin.

SCREAMING

HE LAUGHS

Raise your arms, Maurice.

It's more fun when you raise your arms like this.

I can fly.

This could be it, Marty.

I just want you to know that you are truly a one in a million friend.

Thanks, buddy. You're the best ever.

-I know you won't mind when I tell you...

-Go on, tell me anything.

-I broke your iPod.

-WHAT?!

-The buttons were so small, it made me mad.

-The horror!

-I'm sorry.

-I am going to kill you!

I didn't mean to do it.

I love you Gloria, I always have.

SHE SNORES

Like you love the beach or a-a-a good book.

Or the beach.

THEY SCREAM

My goodness, doll, you're shaking like a leaf.

Rico, you've had your fun.

Pull up.

Gear down.

Gently, now. You just want to kiss the ground.

Just a little peck. A smooch, like you're kissing your sister.

I said kiss it.

Now just a little brake.

Just a touch. A little whisper.

I believe that's checkmate.

THEY SCREAM

Commence emergency landing procedure. Flaps up. Deploy.

Oh, we're here.

Hey, what in the world...?

-What happened to the plane?

-I am OK, I'm OK.

The plane just crashed. OK. I'm alive.

-See, I can't even sleep for a minute.

-Wow. Wow.

-This is not JFK.

-Kowalski. Casualty report.

Only two passengers unaccounted for, Skipper.

That's a number I can live with. Good landing, boys.

Who says a penguin can't fly?

Hey, happy slappers.

Is there some reason to celebrate?

-Look at the plane!

-We'll fix it.

Fix it? How are you going to fix this?!

Grit, spit and a whole lot of duct tape.

We should be up and running in... say six to nine months.

-69 months?

-No! Six TO nine months.

Kowalski, I say we use this setback to our advantage.

-Where did you pull that number out of?

-I want you to reconfigure

-the design, so start reconfiguring.

-How did you estimate that?

You, pretty boy, why don't you and your friends dig a latrine,

-maybe find water?

-Hold on a second.

Who made you king of the plane wreck?

Excuse me? Fine, you can be in charge, you fix the plane.

Who gives you authority to put me in charge?

-OK, then, I'll remain in charge.

-That's right,

-you will remain in charge.

-You and your hippy friends

-can stay out of our hair.

-Correctimundo.

Because I decided to.

-Good for you.

-Yeah, well, guess what? This discussion isn't over.

Higher mammals, you stay with us.

We could use your front cortexes and opposable thumbs.

Phil! I should wash your hands out with soap.

How in the... Hello?! ..are they going to fix this plane?

You know, with grit and spit and...

A lot of spit and grit and stick-to-it-iveness.

That don't sound too promising.

You're right, you're right. We're stuck here.

Hey, guys, as long as we're together, we'll be OK.

Yeah, yeah, but love ain't going to get us home, guys.

Behold, the lion.

-Hey, it's people!

-OK, much to see, moving on.

ALL: Hey, hey! People!

Hey! Hey, wait up!

-Stop!

-Hey!

-Help us!

-Hey, wait!

If you stop, I'll autograph those.

I know you.

You.

It's that bad kitty.

How'd you like some of that?

-Ha-ha!

-Come in, Tokyo!

HE GROANS

CHEERING

Right in the batteries.

You think an old lady can't take care of herself?

Next time, I won't go so easy on you.

Thank you, dear.

Moving on.

Are you out of your mind?!

We need their help, and you're harassing little old ladies?

Out of my mind?

Ha! Who's out of my mind now?

-See if you can get an operator.

-No problem.

Out of my mind(!)

We're going home. PHONE RINGS

THEME MUSIC TO BORN FREE

'Message E4 - the service user has roamed outside of the coverage area.

'Please, try again later.'

-MUFFLED:

-Oh, my... Whoa.

-Am I tripping?

All those zebras.

Like me! Wait a minute, where are we?

San Diego.

This time, I'm 40% sure.

-I know this place.

-I think it's Africa.

-Africa?

-It's gotta be.

Our ancestral crib.

It's in our blood, I can feel it!

No, it's more than that.

It's like...deja-vu. Like I've...

like I've been here before.

It's like Roots!

No, no, it's like deja vu, like I've been here before.

How!

How!

Me, Alex.

Me and me friends fly.

Fly in great metal bird.

Then, plummet! HE WHISTLES

Smash ground.

Go, boom.

Then, here, we emerge.

We offer only happiness and good greetings.

Is he dancing about a plane crash?

Yeah. We just...yeah.

I thought... Sorry.

You mean you came from off the reserve?

Yeah, way off. From the Central Park Zoo, actually.

THEY ALL TALK AT ONCE

HE ROARS

HE COUGHS

Don't strain yourself.

What's going on here? What's all this hubbub?

They say they're from off the reserve.

That's impossible. Only people come from off the reserve.

-You look familiar, do I know you?

-How could you survive the hunters?

-Hunters? We didn't see any...

-What are you looking at?

-Me? Nothing!

-This watering hole doesn't need any more

mouths to feed. So, just skedaddle back to where you came from.

OK, well, is there maybe a manager we could talk to?

Oh, I see.

-You're here to challenge me.

-What? No!

-No.

-That's what it's starting to look like.

-Hold on, Zuba. Wait.

-Woman, don't you see I'm trying to...

Yeah, yeah, Zuba, hold on.

Alakay?

-Is that y...

-No, it is Alex.

Ix, like New York Nicks.

Zuba, look!

Oh, I've always had that. The vet checked it out.

It's kind of a beauty spot, really.

A mark.

All right, this is a little weird.

Honey, he's come home.

What?

You've come home.

Whoa.

Son.

Dad?

Mom and Dad? Mom and Dad.

-Mom and Dad.

-Yes, yes!

It's my mom and dad.

I got a mom and dad!

-Mom.

-Dad.

-My baby is alive!

-My son.

-HE LAUGHS

My son is home!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Whoo! Alakay! Yeah!

The prodigal son returns - this is perfect!

I thought you hated Zuba.

Oh, I do, I do.

I do. I hate him. Oh, I do.

And I am going to use Alakay, yes,

I am going to use him to get rid of Zuba once and for all.

Giddy up, feathered horse.

Make way, move it out the way. Stand aside.

New York! It's a bit of a dump.

Are you sure we're not in New Jersey?

Hello, New Yorkers. Your new king is here.

This calls for a celebration.

Maurice, I think they like me.

You got to love a non-hostile takeover.

# Boom sha chaka chaka la

Chaka chaka what? # Chaka chaka ha. #

HE LAUGHS, MUSIC PLAYS

Excuse me, excuse me.

I'm Marty. I'm kind of new around here.

ALL: Hey, Marty.

Hey.

You're a good-looking group.

-You like to run?

-ALL: Oh, yeah!

Running is crackalacking.

That's right! Crackalacking.

You guys are speaking my crackalacking language.

What? You don't have doctors here?

Well, not any more.

What if you catch a cold?

We go over to the dying holes and we die.

HE COUGHS

OK, you guys really need a doctor!

-Hey, we have an opening.

-Would you be interested?

Me? A doctor?

It's raining men. Hallelujah.

Y'all got it going on.

How come you don't have a man in your life?

-You got worms?

-I've been got rid of those.

Listen, girls, Manhattan is short on two things -

parking and hippos.

Hey, everybody, I just found out that my son here is a dog garn king!

The King of New York.

CROWD: Ooh!

Show me some of your moves, son. Come on, don't be bashful.

All right. Ooh! This one always knocks them dead.

ROAR!

Look out! The King is mad.

The King is mad.

Now, let's all welcome him back into the pride with open arms.

Welcome to the herd, Marty.

-Me?

-In the herd? I've always wanted to be part of a herd.

-It's one for all...

-ALL: ..and all for all, y'all.

How do I look?

Technically, a traditional witch doctor

-has a bone through his nose.

-Huh?

Don't worry, it's just a clip-on.

Voila! He's a witch doctor!

My mother will be so happy.

MUSIC: Big And Chunky by Will.I.Am

Look out, I think Moto Moto likes you.

Here he comes.

# I like 'em big # I like 'em chunky

# I like 'em big

# I like 'em plumpy SCREAMING

# I like 'em round

# With something, something

# They like my sound

-# They think I'm funky... #

-Goodness girl, you huge.

Who's your friend? Or is that your butt?

Girl, you as quick as you are hefty.

So, you're Moto Moto.

The name's so nice, you say it twice.

I kind of like it, fatso.

I'll see you around, girl.

It won't be hard, cos you so plumpy.

CHEERING

Whoops.

I hate to be a party-pooper, Zuba.

But some of the other lions were wondering

when you were going to banish your son?

What are you talking about, Makunga?

It's nothing really, they're griping about how Alakay

never went through the rite of passage, blah, blah, blah...

So, technically speaking,

he can't be a member of the pride. It's nonsense.

-I had forgotten about the rite of passage.

-What is it?

What's this rite of passage?

It is a traditional coming of age ceremony,

where young lions earn their manes by demonstrating their skills.

Sort of a show-skill talent show type of deal?

Yeah, strutting their stuff.

Great, a performance! I think that's up my alley, guys.

If it's tradition, I want to do it.

-Strut my stuff, earn my mane. I want to be Aleki.

-Alakay.

Alakay, even better.

We will hold the rite of passage first thing in the morning.

That's wonderful. Good luck, Alakay.

Where I come from, we say, "Break a leg."

Oh, that's my boy!

# Cos I'm a private dancer

# A dancer for money Da da da da duh duh da...

# And any old music will do. #

Beautiful, isn't it?

-Yeah.

-It's amazing.

Guys, this is where we belong.

Operation Tourist Trap is a go.

Oh, I like that one. That's a good one.

It works on many levels, sir.

-You guys are a bunch of suck-ups.

-That too, sir.

-Absolutely.

-Hey.

-Stations.

Stage one, go.

Oh, no! What have I done?

Come on, take the bait.

-What happened?

-Look at the poor little guy.

Is he dead?

Stage two, go, go, go.

I will give him the kiss of life.

ALL: Ooh!

Rico.

Rico!

Reverse.

Gas. Music.

MUSIC: More Than A Feeling by Boston

Stop!

Stop! Come back!

What is all this rock and roll racket?

Is she dead?

No.

Oi!

You hoodlums!

-Good heavens, are you OK?

-Lady, I found your pocket book.

Oh, my handbag. Such a good boy.

Nana can't survive without it.

Wow, you are one tough cookie.

Brownies, Troop 416, Yonkers.

OK, nobody panic.

The best thing we can do is stay together.

We wait for another tour Jeep.

-It may take hours and it's getting dark, but...

-Where are you going?

I'm not going to stay in the open and get attacked by more animals.

-I am too old to die.

-I don't know about you guys,

but I'm going with her. Old lady, wait up!

Please, we need to stay...

together.

Fine, we'll go that way.

-Anyone want a hard candy?

-ALL: Ooh!

-Easy now.

-Watch your step.

This, right here.

OK. Are you ready?

This is where you always slept.

Oh, man!

Wow!

-Was this mine?

-Look at you. Look at him, honey.

-Oh, my...

Oh, this thing. Look. Look.

RATTLES I remember this.

He remembers.

-It's a little harder than I...

-You never slept on the right end.

You always slept on the bottom end.

Is that, is that my...?

-Is that me?

-Mm-hm.

You had the cutest little paws.

Little bitty old paws.

-You did that the day we lost you.

-Mm, yeah.

Wow, I was so young.

What happened to me?

It was all my fault.

I turned my back for one minute and...

It was not your fault. Your father did everything he could.

He tracked those hunters for weeks.

Far off the reserve.

Finally, I had to assume that the hunters, well...

We thought... we thought they'd killed you.

But my son fought those hunters off, huh?

Don't mess with the King of New York.

-That's right.

-All right, all right, you boys better be careful.

Watch out before you break something.

SHE LAUGHS

You used to call this Foofie.

"Foofie"?

-Foofie.

-He doesn't want that thing.

It's my Foofie!

Zuba, you better give him his Foofie.

I mean, no, thank you. Thank you.

It's perfect.

Well, son, you get your rest. You have a big day tomorrow.

You're going to need all your strength.

I am going to bring the house down for you, Dad.

I hope so. Otherwise your father will have to banish you.

Oh, jeez, Mom, really?

I know you're going to do us proud. You know why?

You were born with it.

Good night, Alakay.

My boy.

My own boy.

My son's a king.

My son's a king!

Good night, Mom.

Good night, Alakay.

Foofie.

Foofie! Grr! My Foofie!

Foofie, Foofie, Foofie, my Foofie!

No sign of civilisation.

Everybody appears very tired.

I think we're lost.

Hey, Nana, do you even know where you're going?

No. But I'm going with a skip in my step and a smile on my face.

Sure, right, OK. Yeah, all right.

RUSTLING

-GASPS

-Oh, it's people.

Where did you come from?

-Can you help us? We're lost.

-We're lost too.

-It was awful -

a flash of black and white, and they were gone.

-They took the Jeep, everything.

-That happened to our Jeep too.

What are we going to do?

-How are we all going to survive?

-No food, no water, no shelter.

What are we going to do?!

WHISTLE

You can let nature get the best of you

or you can get the best of nature.

THEY GASP

Gather round, children.

We are New Yorkers, right?

Yeah.

-We survived the concrete jungle. ALL:

-That's right.

When we need food, we hunt for a decent hot-dog stand,

-am I right?

-She's right.

-When we need shelter, we build skyscrapers.

-Exactly!

We need water, we build a dam.

Come on! We're New Yorkers, for crying out loud!

If we can make it there, we can make it anywhere!

THEY CHEERS

I'm coming, King Julien.

# Tra la la la la... #

HE SCREAMS

Bad fishy! Bad fishy!

Oh! Nasher, no, no!

HE LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY

Why am I laughing?

Skipper, we have all the parts we need,

but we're slightly behind schedule.

-How slightly?

-Six to nine years.

69 years?!

No, six TO nine years.

Right, what happened to our thumbs?

Haven't seen them since yesterday, sir.

Darn you, Darwin!

Nobody goes AWOL on my watch.

Private, you're coming with me.

Rico, you're coming with me.

We'll track them down for Court Martial.

That won't be necessary.

We've recruited a few extra thumbs for you, Skipper.

Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle.

Oh, I doubt that.

Stop lollygagging. Let's get to work.

We'll divide into three groups.

Group Alpha, you're in charge of sheet metal fabrication.

Group Bronson, you'll handle assembly.

Group George Peppard, you'll handle gas services.

Any questions? Good.

Now, let's get to work.

I'd like to kiss you, monkey man.

All right. But you're so darn ugly.

All right, so, little cub scouts,

just remember a great dance performance comes from the heart.

It just comes straight from the heart, you'll never go wrong.

-Sure,

-Mr. Hey, Alakay.

I happened to walk by, thought I'd wish you luck.

You're not nervous, are you?

No, it's my thing. It's kind of what I do.

In my opinion, the key to this is choosing the right competitor.

Oh, you mean this is like a dance battle sort of thing?

-Like a dance-off?

-Erm, sure.

Great. Love that, freestyle, put your moves out.

Who do you think would be a good match for me?

-Just to keep things interesting.

-Oh, well.

I wish I could help,

but that's strictly against our tradition and all we hold sacred.

But if it was me out there, I'd choose Teetsi.

Teetsi. OK. Sounds interesting.

Makunga, right? Thank you.

Anything for Zuba's boy.

-Go get 'em, Tiger.

-Shake it out.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Let's go, let's do it, let's do this.

CROWD CHANT AND CHEER

Let us begin the rite of passage ceremony.

-Come on, baby, make Momma proud!

-Woman, I'm trying to take care of

-business here!

-I'm on it, Mom. WHOOPING

-Who will be the first participant?

-Oh, me. Me, me, me, me, please!

How about you, the tall handsome one?

Choose your opponent.

Let me see. Hmm...

I guess I'll pick...

..Teetsi. CROWD GASPS

Teetsi?! Why did he pick Teetsi?

That's my boy.

He got some gumption there.

Somebody wake him up. Wake him up.

HE ROARS

All right, so, Teetsi, come on, let's do this.

Come on, Teetsi-fly. Little Teetsi-fly.

Come on, let's see your stuff. Bring it.

Let's dance.

OK, but it's only fair to warn you

that I am a protegee of Fosse and Robbins.

Not dance, dance. Fight!

Oh, dance-fight. You got it.

# Do da do, do da do do. #

-Is he dancing?

-What is he doing?

I know that boy is not dancing.

This is even better than I thought.

Alakay, turn around!

No, no, Pop.

It's hop, shuffle, ball change, hip swish, turn around.

Oh, no.

-Alakay, are you hurt?

-Oh, yeah, I am.

Did I win?

No, no, son, I mean, how could this happen?

You told us you were a king.

A king does not get beat.

I AM a king. I'm the King of New York.

It's my stage name.

-I am like a... You know, for when I perform.

-Perform?

Oh, no. This is horrible.

Alakay has failed the test.

Who would have ever imagined

that today Zuba would have to banish...his own son.

Zuba, no.

Zuba, yes.

Sadly, the alpha lion must cast out all failures.

Then I am no longer the alpha lion.

CROWD GASPS Dad, what are you doing?

Dad, no.

You can't do this.

Who could possibly take Zuba's place?

Anyone?

Someone?

-No-one?

-Hey.

You, sir? I guess not.

I... This is all very awkward, but I suppose

I could carry this tremendous burden.

Teetsi. Get the hat.

As your new leader, I hereby banish Alakay.

He shall wear this hat of shame

and leave the watering hole

for 1,000 years or life.

Whichever comes last.

Come on, shoo shoo!

Get out of here! You should have told us, son.

You should have told us you weren't a real king.

You never told me I'd have to fight anybody.

What did you expect, son?

I don't know, maybe a little fatherly advice.

Like, "Hey, son, it's a fight."

-You're a lion, aren't you?

-But I'd never fought another...

No, I guess not. You dance.

And other stuff. The point is, your pal Makunga set me up back there.

-None of this would have happened...

-If you were a real lion.

-Zuba!

-Yeah, I said it.

A real lion?

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Saw.

Suture.

Swab.

You're in my light, Stephen.

Ooh, sir, you've got a brown spot on your shoulder.

Yes, that's very observant of you, Stephen.

As you can see, I am covered in brown spots.

OK, that bone will be good as new in a few weeks.

So, I don't have to pick out a dying hole?

-No, Timo, you've got your whole life ahead of you.

-Really?

Go out and grab it by the horns.

-Thank you, Dr Mankiewicz.

-Break a leg. Sweet kid.

Erm, this spot looks like witch doctor's disease.

Witch doctor's disease?

That's the most ridiculous disease I've ever heard of, Stephen.

-Whoa!

-Don't ask.

-Someone's been "knotty"!

-HE LAUGHS

OK, this won't hurt a bit.

Joe, our last witch doctor, he had a spot just like that.

And Monday, Joe, Wednesday, no Joe.

Wednesday, no Joe?

Oh, I can breathe. Thanks, doc.

So, this witch doctor's disease is a real thing?

You'll find a cure. Hey, you've got at least 48 hours.

But I've never even heard of it.

I mean, I-I don't have any penicillin.

I'd need a Cat scan just to get started.

Have a lion look you over, they'd be happy to.

Ta-da!

-That guy's got talent.

-Tremendous.

Bet you haven't seen that one before.

Knocked 'em dead in New York.

-Hey. Let's all give it a try.

-Yeah!

Try all you want to, but it's going to take years of practice.

You're never going to get a tight stream till you build up

your lip muscles to the point where you can purse your lips

like this. You got it?

ALL: Ta-da!

How did you...? You guys got it right out the box.

-If you can do it, we can do it.

-It's in our blood.

I always thought I was a little bit unique.

ALL: We are unique. Hey, we are like a force of nature.

-A million points of light.

-And dark stripes!

ALL: Exactly the same.

Exactly the same.

Looks impressive, Kowalski.

-But will it fly?

-Yes, if we fold it here, here and here.

Nice.

Oh, man.

My dad thinks I'm a total loser.

I've ruined my parents' lives.

That is definitely not crackalacking.

It is lacking in the cracking, my friend.

I've got to fix this.

So.

There's, erm, there's something I've got to tell you.

Hey, guys!

Is this place great or what?!

I'd go with "or what."

I'll tell you what, you're not going to believe it, but...ha!...

I got a date with Moto Moto.

Who's Moto Moto?

He is so big and handsome and big.

You know what Moto Moto means?

-Twins?

-It means hot hot.

Hot hot?

OK, when did you start parlez-ing African?

It is in my blood.

Don't worry, you can flirt around with Mr Hot pants after I'm gone.

What's the deal, Melman? Why am I the parade and you're rain?

Why'd you drive your parade under my rain?

Maybe I'll just parade myself in another part of town.

-Whoa, whoa, guys.

-Fine by me. Main Street's mine.

You can have your stinking Main Street.

-And you can take your hottie-tot float and your Mr Hot...

-What?

What are we talking about?

Come on. Why don't you just tell her?

You tell... Tell her what?

I don't know what you're talking about.

So, I guess I'll go, then.

-You know what, don't bother.

-Don't get up on my account.

No, no, Melman. Gloria.

I thought you guys were friends.

Guys, Marty is absolutely right.

-Marty?

-Marty?

Marty?

What the heck is going on?

You're not... I thought he... Oh. You're not...him. He's... Oh.

You thought that guy was me?

No, no, I mean, yes, you guys do...

You thought I was him?!

You guys do, kind of, look a little...

You look a lot alike! Marty, you look alike, come on!

You laugh alike, you talk alike, you use the same speech pattern...

It's a little weird, really. Come on, Marty.

So, you're saying there's nothing unique about me.

I'm just like any other zebra.

No, of course you're different.

-BOTH:

-How?

OK, OK, I can't tell you apart.

Maybe you could wear a bell or something?

-A bell?

-OK, not a bell. A bell is a bad idea.

No, no, how about a T-shirt that says, "I'm with stupid"?

-I'm not stupid.

-Not you, stupid, him stupid.

You know, while you've been off doing the prancing pony

with a new posse, I've been having pretty much

the worst day of my life. OK?

It's always about you, isn't it?

My problems are just a little bit bigger than yours, Marty.

All right, I couldn't tell you apart. So what?

Yeah, fine, run away, Marty. Run away.

That's what you do best.

Just like back in New York.

I'm right here. But you can't tell that, right?

Your one-of-a-million friend hopes you enjoy

your bigger-than-anyone-else's problems alone.

Good. Leave. I don't need you to help me solve my problems.

You know what, you're a dime a dozen.

I can't tell which one's Marty.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, I don't care.

-MARTY:

-Nice hat, ya show-off!

Marty...

don't go.

Giddy up, giddy up.

Look, Maurice, here's the perfect spot for my summer palace.

So, please, fill in all these holes and relocate the riff-raff. Oh!

Who would leave a perfectly good head lying around?

-What a waste.

-Tell me about it.

I am in my prime here.

I'm terminal, you know?

Probably only have another two days left to live.

That's a bummer, man.

If I, King Julien - that's my name - only had two days left to live,

I would do all the things I've ever dreamed of doing.

-Like what?

-I would love to become a professional whistler.

I'm pretty amazing at it now but I want to get,

like, even better. And make my living out of it.

ATTEMPTS TO WHISTLE

You know what else I would do?

I would invade a neighbouring country and impose my own ideology.

Even if they didn't want it.

Easy for you to say, you're a king.

Yes, and you are only just a sad little head.

But there must be something you want to do before you die?

Well, there is this one thing.

-What is it? Tell me.

-No, no, I couldn't.

-I mean...

-What is it?

You know, I just never really had the guts

-to tell Gloria how I feel...

-What is it? Please, tell me!

I never really had the guts to tell Gloria how I feel about her.

How I've always felt about her.

Fine, don't tell me.

Oh, is it a woman?

You didn't tell me we were talking about a woman.

What are you afraid of?

You're a dead man anyway, come on.

Yeah? Yeah, you're right.

Well, you're going to march right up to this woman.

Right? You look her right in the eye, you lean forward.

Almost all the way, then you let her lean forward just another little way

until you are just a lip's distance away from each other,

then you just tell her

how much you hate her.

Actually, it's more like love her.

Oh, you sly dog!

Woof woof! You are a real player, you know that?

Now, listen to me.

-You got to rise up. You hearing me?

-Yeah.

-I don't think you hear it.

-Yeah.

-Good. You got to rise up.

-# Rising up! #

-Yeah.

-You got to get out of that hole.

-I'm rising up.

He's rising, Maurice.

-I'm rising, Maurice.

-# Rising! #

-You go right up to this woman.

-Yeah!

-# Do you feel it? #

-Yeah!

You are going to go right up to her face...

-And tell her.

-And then you're going to say, "Baby,

"I dig you." Yeah!

Yeah! I'm going to do it! I'm going to do it.

I love that happy little head.

-# La la la la la la...

-She love you, yup, yup

-# La la la la la la...

-She love you, yup. #

She loves me. She loves my eyes.

# She loves me

# She loves my thighs

# She loves my roundness

# She love that I'm chunky

# She love that I'm plumpy

# She love my heftiness

# She love my zestiness

# She love me restlessly

# She love me forever

# She love me cos she loves me. #

Moto Moto, before things get too serious...

Well, I was wondering, if I were to, for example, stay here,

I'd like to ask you...

Let your candy lips be the messengers to my ear canal.

Well, I don't know. I have so many questions.

Well, I promise, the answer will always be yes,

unless no is required.

OK, so, what it is about me that you find so interesting?

You are the most plumpinous girl I've ever met.

OK. Other than that.

Let's see. Well, you know, you chunky.

Right.

Erm... My gosh, girl, you huge.

You said that.

Yeah, that's right, we don't have to talk no more.

Gloria!

-Gloria?

-Melman.

Erm, Melman, I want you to meet Moto Moto.

Ah, Moto Moto.

Yeah, nice to, erm, nice to meet you.

-Well, I guess I, erm...

-It's OK, Melman.

Apology accepted.

Oh. Right, yes. That's why I... Good.

Phew! OK. That's...

-Well, that's it, then.

-Yeah, good.

We kind of busy here, man.

No, no, that's not it.

Listen, Mototo. You better treat this lady like a queen.

Because you, my friend, you found yourself the perfect woman.

If I was ever so lucky to find the perfect woman,

I would give her flowers every day.

And not just any flowers, OK? Her favourites are orchids.

White. And breakfast in bed.

Six loaves of wheat toast with butter both sides, no crust,

the way she likes it. I'd be her shoulder to cry on

and her best friend.

And I'd spend every day trying to think of how to make her laugh.

She has the most... most amazing laugh.

That, I mean, that's what I would do if I were you.

But I'm not, so you do it.

Erm, OK. What?

That was beautiful.

Anyways. Where were we?

I'm huge?

Surprised to see me, Makunga?

Well, I'm here to set things straight. Like a real lion.

Is this real enough for you?

How about this? This is for setting me up.

This is for stealing my dad's job.

This is for humiliating my family and making me feel like a fool!

HE SCREAMS

Had enough?

Sure, fly away. Coward.

SCREAMING

The water. It's gone.

The watering hole has never gone dry before.

We're going to need a lot more dying holes.

Out of my way. What is going on here?

The watering hole's dried up. There's barely enough for one of us.

-Yes, good observation, Shirley.

-I'm Bobby.

-What do we do?

-Quiet! Listen up.

I am afraid there is only one solution to this horrible crisis.

We'll all have to fight for it.

-Fight for it?

-That's crazy.

That's not fair. You'd win.

-Exactly, Shirley.

-I'm Bob...

Sorry, folks, but life isn't fair. I am in charge now,

thanks to Alakay, the dancing lion.

Please, Makunga, this is the only water on the reserve.

If you're thirsty, you'll have to look for water off the reserve.

-Off the reserve?

-It's too dangerous.

The hunters would shoot us.

No-one leaves the reserve and survives.

I left the reserve.

And survived.

I could do something about this.

Looks like a clogged pipe. Like we get in New York

all the time. I'll just travel upriver...

Off the reserve?

-You?

-HE LAUGHS

Yeah, me. I'll unclog the pipe and bring back water.

Great. I'd help you pack,

but by the looks of that hat, I see you're all set!

Yeah, fine, go ahead, laugh.

Laugh your mane off. I'm going to prove you wrong.

Maybe you should try a little rain dance.

# Ba da bum, la la la. #

Zuba would know what to do. Where's Zuba?

-You don't care about us.

-Zuba should be in charge, not you.

Yeah, where's Zuba?

All right! Fine.

As an added measure, I will consult with Zuba.

Marty?

Marty?

Marty?

Marty?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hi. Is Marty in there?

-Marty?

-Has anyone seen Marty?

Which one of us is Marty?

All right.

-If you see him, tell him his friend, Alex, came to say goodbye.

-Goodbye?

-Don't go.

-Where you going?

-Can we come?

No, no, this is something I have to do alone.

-What are you doing?

-Hey, hunters are everywhere.

Could you leave the hat?

Marty, look, I know you're in there.

And before I go, I got something I want to say.

You've been a great friend.

You've helped me so often to see the bright side of my problems.

I never think of you as having any.

I wasn't there for you when you needed me.

Just like back at the zoo.

What kind of friend does that make me?

A pretty lousy friend, I guess.

Well, I just want you to know that...

you're one in a million.

This is just touching.

-It is touching.

-SOBBING

So, could you please turn around so I can tell you to your face?

That's right. Got you.

I see you in there. Yeah, yeah, you.

That's right, you. You, right there.

12th row, 203rd from the left.

That's you, Marty.

I know it's you.

You know what makes you special?

These guys, they're white with black stripes.

You're black with white stripes.

You're a dreamer, Marty.

Always have been.

You have great taste in music

and horrible taste in friends.

Well, not Melman and Gloria, but me.

OK, I'm in.

No, Marty, you can't come with me.

I don't believe you have a choice.

People are out there.

You're crazy! Come back! No, no. The people will get you.

You got to leave the hat!

Any water?

No, just more diamonds and gold.

ALL SIGH

OK, don't give up hope.

Listen up! I will help you.

There's only one way to get your precious water.

I, your beloved King Julien,

must simply make a small sacrifice to my good friends the water gods...

in...the volcano.

DRAMATIC FLOURISH

What does that do?

"What does that do?" Excellent question.

My sacrifice goes in the volcano.

Then the friendly gods eat up my sacrifice.

"Mm, very nice. Thank you for the sacrifice.

"Good, have another sacrifice. No, I've had enough for today.

"Listen, I'm going to be very insulted if...

"I don't want another sacrifice! OK?

"Look at you, you look skinny.

"No, I think I've have had enough, clear?!"

The gods eat the sacrifice, they are grateful.

They give me some of their water.

-Then I give it to you.

-What?

Does it work?

No.

I mean, yes.

Well, Maurice?

Erm...50/50.

THEY ALL BABBLE EXCITEDLY

Excellent. Now, all I need is someone

who'd like to go in the volcano and get eaten by gods.

Any hands? Hands, anybody?

OK, I need someone, perhaps, who has never found love.

Who could look death straight in the eyeball, a real genuine hero.

-I'll do it.

-Melman?

CHEERING

Hurry up, before we all come to our senses.

Melman, what is wrong with you?

I'm dying anyway.

If there's a chance it will get you water, it will be worth it.

Are you nuts?

Gloria, I just want you to know, back at the zoo,

it was never the doctors or the prescriptions that kept me going.

It was always you. Seeing you every day,

that's what kept me going.

Melman, wait!

-You going to mope around like this all day?

-Hmph.

Don't "hmph" me. Listen, Zuba.

A miracle happened.

Our son has come back to us.

How come that is not good enough for you?

What are you saying, woman?

We lost him once, Zuba.

Let's not lose him again.

Zuba.

-Zuba.

-Get out of here!

What do you want, Makunga?

It's awful. The watering hole has dried up.

Dried up? That's impossible.

-There's nothing left.

-Well, you're the alpha lion, Makunga.

What are you going to do about it?

Your son, Alakay, he said he could fix it.

-He's gone upriver.

-Off the reserve?!

-No!

I tried to stop him. I told him it was suicide,

but he was determined to prove himself to you.

You stay here in case he comes back.

Hurry, Zuba!

HE SNIGGERS

HE GASPS

I'm so parched.

HE COUGHS

Is this place starting to freak you out?

We'll slip in, find the problem,

-hunters will never know we were here.

-Why are WE doing this?

Look, Marty, maybe my dad will think I'm...

I just want to show him that I'm a real lion.

As opposed to a chocolate lion.

Shh, I know this might sound hard to believe,

but, apparently, lions don't dance.

-WHAT?!

-Shh!

At least as far as my dad is concerned.

As far as the people are concerned, you're a huge hit.

That was New York. This is Africa. It's a much tougher crowd.

-Marty, Marty, this is it!

-Shh!

-This is the clog.

-Shh-shush!

-Come on.

Whoa!

-Oh.

-Phew!

Well, there's the water.

Marty, stay down. Look at that.

-It's her.

-Is this right?

-Oh, very good.

Whoa, Nana, slow down there.

You're a little tangled.

-We need dynamite. Do you have any dynamite?

-Oh, snap.

-I just used my last stick this morning.

-SHH!

WAR-CRIES Savages! Evasive manoeuvres!

-Serpentine!

-Squiggly-squid manoeuvre!

Zig-zag, zig-zag! Zig-zag, ziggy-zag.

No, squiggly-squid, squiggly-squid.

-Etch-A-Sketch!

-No, too complex!

Octopus! Octopus! Whoa...

Alex!

-Run, Marty.

-I can't leave you here.

Go get help!

Go, quick, squiggly-squid manoeuvre!

Etch-A-Sketch! Etch-A-Sketch!

# Save us

# We love you. #

OK, OK, OK.

OK, OK.

OK, here we go.

OK, OK.

Here we go. Here we go.

What's all the hoopla about?

-Joe?

-Joe the witch doctor?

We thought you were dead.

So did I. Then I realised, I'm covered in brown spots.

So, Melman's not dying.

Oh, Melman's not dying.

Excuse me! Melman! Move up, people.

Don't do this!

Julien, stop this! This is crazy.

Oh, suddenly, throwing a giraffe into a volcano

-to make water is crazy.

-Yes!

Please, Melman, stop!

-Gloria?

-You can't do this.

-Why not?

-Because... Oh!

HE SCREAMS

CROWD GASPS

CROWD SIGHS

-You can't do this, Melman.

-First of all, that hurts.

Second of all, I've only got 18 hours to live anyway.

Melman. I got to know -

did you really mean all those things you said about me?