- Oh, that was the best one yet. - Mmm-mmm.
You gotta love these Valentine's Day deliveries.
Oh, do we have any of those candy hearts with the little messages on them?
No. But I've got some fancy pants perfume for you.
Get rid of it!
Okay, what about this one, Julien?
Roses are red. Violets are green.
You are so handsome, you make all the ladies scream.
It's no use, Maurice, I am a king without a kingdom.
Where is all the admiration? The fawning? The brown nosing?
Is anybody even listening to me up there?
Oh!
What the...
"Love Potion Number Nine"? How does this thing work anyway?
Ow!
Stop it, stop it. That tickles.
"Irresistible."
Maurice.
Do you see what is happening here?
Make them stop. Make them stop.
It is a message from the gods.
They are looking down from the heavens and saying, "King Julien."
And I say, "Ugh, what do you want now?"
And they say, "Sorry to disturb you, all great and most dashing king
with all the best dance moves."
And I say, "Oh, do you mean like this?"
"Yes! We love that!"
"So, get on with it. What do you want already?"
"Even though you're all these great things, you deserve more."
"Oh, go on."
"King Julien, take this potion
and from this moment forth you will be known as the King of Love."
Ah!
King of Love?
Come, Maurice. We have much work to do.
Wake up, Africa. it's Valentine's Day!
Happy Valentine's Day to you.
And Happy Valentine's Day to you.
- Who? - You, you, you, and you.
What's Valentine's Day?
Hold up. Don't tell me you've never heard of...
The best day of the year! Whoo!
Wow, you're really into this holiday, huh?
Please, you have no idea.
We love you, Alex!
And I love this holiday!
Oh, Alex.
So, what do we do with these?
That's the best part.
Once you get a Valentine, you get to give one back.
Here, I'll start you off. "Dear Alex, you're the best. Love you, Ostrich."
See, now I can display it right here on my very own Valentine's tree!
Huh? Huh?
Whoa! Hey!
Hey! What's going on?
King Julien's selling a magical love potion. I want some!
A love potion?
- I want some! - Me, too!
Wait for me!
Hey, hey, hey! Hey, wait up! Guys, Valentine's tree.
It's not going anywhere.
And neither are we, Alex.
Now, come on, let's go see what that psychotic lemur's up to now.
You know what, you... Why don't you... I think you guys could...
You guys go ahead. I'll catch up later.
Where is he going?
Uh, acupuncture appointment?
Yep, definitely acupuncture. Come on. Gotta go.
- Her name is G-L-O-R-I-A. Gloria! - Gloria!
Stop. Stop. Stop. Come on, you guys. This is my first Valentine's Day with Gloria.
This surprise has to be perfect.
I'm fine, I'm fine, okay. What are you doing?
Ugh, look at him.
All stressed out and driving everyone crazy.
Skipper, what are you going to get Hula Girl for Valentine's Day?
Nothing! No hokey knickknacks or cheesy gestures needed here.
Isn't that right, dollface?
Drama!
What the...
Ladies and gentlemen, gather around.
Today is your lucky day
because the King of Love's love potion spectacular is about to begin.
Go take your troubles to the King of love
That's me!
The Heavens sent me, from above
Go on, everybody, get into a line
Try a little spray of Love Potion Number Nine
Oh! Me, me, me, me. I'll try it.
Ah-ha!
Here's a young fellow I've never met, ever.
Let me guess. Little irritating pest like yourself.
Probably not too popular, are you?
No! I'm not popular.
- Well, your luck's about to change. - Ow!
Just sign this contract committing you to eternal servitude
- and I will make you... - Irresistible.
Yes! Let's do it.
- Open your eye.
- It burns!
Oh-ho-ho!
Oh!
- Ew! - Dang!
Well, hello!
Aren't you just the most adorable little thing I've ever seen?
Oh!
Ah!
Come on! it's a dude.
Do it.
Ugh.
I'm irresistible!
- I wanna be irresistible! - Me, too!
Sign here, sign here.
I like you.
How you like me now?
No!
Next.
- I want some! - Me, too!
Right here, right here!
Oh, come on, fellas. You're not buying all of this, are you?
Well, I ain't buying it.
I mean, a love potion? Zebras, please.
- Whoa! - Whoa!
I ain't never seen a zebra like you before.
I'm not a zebra. I'm an okapi.
Crack-a-lackin'.
Where did you come from?
Just visiting from another reserve.
Hey, I can show you around!
- So could I! - So could I!
- Me, too!
I know this place better than anyone!
Aw! Looks like somebody got bit by the love bug.
Yeah, well, so did all of them.
Okay, see you later then.
Bye!
If only I had something to make me stand out from the pack.
Lave Potion Number Nine
Irresistible.
Ha!
I mean, nice doing business with you.
Marty, there's no such thing as a love potion.
You could make her a card.
Spray me.
Open your eye.
Whoops! Fresh out.
No, no, Julien. You gotta get me more.
What do I look like? A wizard? I don't know how to make that stuff.
- Fine. No love potion, no contract. - Yeah!
You'll hear from my attorney!
Maurice, you're my attorney. Can he do that?
I don't know.
Hey, come on!
Wait. What am I supposed to do now?
You're the King of Love. Figure it out.
A love potion?
Yes, I need you to make me another batch of it.
Negative, twinkletoes.
What? Why?
I don't like you.
And besides, the only place to find ingredients like these around here
is at the human safari camp.
Forget it! That place is a deathtrap!
Skipper, I need 300 pink coconuts for Gloria's tiara, stat.
Whoa, sounds like a blast.
But we've got a rendezvous at the human safari camp.
Where's a monkey when you need one?
Ugh. Fellas, if I ever let some doll get to me like that,
just put me down.
What? What did I do?
Target identified, sir. All clear. Skipper.
This silent treatment is killing me. Just tell me what's bothering you.
I can't get into this right now, dollface. Keep lookout. We'll be back in a jiff.
Whoo.
Today must be my lucky day.
I tell you, fellas, it's like I'm talking to a piece of wood.
How am I supposed to know what she's thinking?
- I mean, I'm not a mind reader.
What is going on in here? Penguins?
You can only get so far when the conversation's all one-sided.
Rico?
Fire! Stop, drop and roll!
One minute everything's peachy and the next, sneak attack.
Flanks me with the cold shoulder.
Skipper, with all due respect...
You and your lady friend need to patch things up. Pronto!
You're right, I deserve that.
Um, Skipper, there's something you need to see up here.
- Whoa. - This better be important, Private.
Shiitake mushrooms.
Penguins! Get them!
- Hula Girl! - We'll deal with this later!
Dollface!
- Rose petals? - Check.
- Water? - Check.
Is it ready yet? There must be 50 zebras all up in her face right now.
Come on, Marty. This things not going to make you irresistible.
Trying to work here.
Melman? Where did that giraffe go?
Chop-chop, Kowalski. I need that potion now.
A couple more love songs on that ukulele and I'll be done for.
All right, everybody out. Out, out, out!
Final ingredient.
Hexyl cinnamaldehyde.
Hexyl cinna what?
I don't know! Just improvise.
Lovebug?
Why not?
Whoa!
Gentlemen, Love Potion Number 10.
Finally! Oh!
Hey!
- Sorry. - Marty, wait!
Alex, come here. Is something going on?
- What? - Is Melman avoiding me?
- No, no. It... I... Marty!
Should I make you another batch?
There's no time.
Don Ho's not stealing my girl without a fight!
Marty, this will never work!
You never know unless you try.
- Ow! What the... - He's right, freak.
The joke will be on you when my magic potion works its magic.
And the water buffalo said, "That's not my mama."
I'll admit it. I like romantic comedies.
- Hey, where's she going? - What?
- Hey, hey, hey, hey! - We were talking.
- What she doing? - Hello!
Hi, there.
She spoke to me.
- Did I say that out loud?
I don't know what it is about you,
but there's something that I just find irresistible.
Wow.
Check it out, it's actually working.
How can it be permissible
She compromise my principle
Yeah, yeah
Oh!
She a craze you endorse she's a powerful force
You're obliged to conform when there's no other course
Ah!
But now I find her
Whoo!
Higher, higher!
Yeah!
Whoo!
Call me.
Simply irresistible
Hey, Alex, welcome to the love shack.
Ho-ho. Wow. Yeah, this is really something.
Oh, you've gotta read some of these Valentines.
I didn't think they could find a word to rhyme with magnificent. But they did!
- Ha-ha!
Yeah, you know, speaking of Valentines, I realized I still hadn't given you yours. So...
Great! Throw it on the pile.
Oh! How could I have missed the pile? Okay, I'll just be on my way then.
Unless you have something...
That's the stuff!
...for me?
Mmm. Smells like jojoba.
Oh, did you say something out loud? Alex?
Any requests, Marty?
Free Bird?
At least I never needed a magic love potion to get my Valentines.
They came naturally.
I don't know, Julien.
This doesn't look like the one the penguins made.
Don't worry, hippo woman.
I threw in a few new ingredients to kick it up a notch.
That giraffe won't know what hit him.
- Nice try, Julien. - Hey!
- Alex! - Seriously, Gloria, come on.
Not you, too.
But I think I might be losing Melman.
You are!
You're not losing Melman. You don't need this.
Yes, you do!
Oh, I don't know what to think any more!
Gloria!
Could this day get any worse? Ow! What was that?
A wake-up call.
Wake up? What are you talking about?
You used to be a New York giant.
Now, your hair's a mess and you're all alone.
Yeah, well, it's your fault.
Your stupid potion is making everybody crazy.
Is it? Or are you crazy not to try it?
Yeah, right.
You can be irresistible.
Just like you were back in New York.
Close your eyes.
Can you hear the crowd screaming your name?
"We love you, freak." They're going crazy for you. Do you hear it?
Yeah, I can hear them.
- Freak, freak, freak, freak. - Freak.
They can't control themselves. Freak!
- Freak! Freak! - Freak!
Don't you want that back again?
I do.
Sign here.
Now, go get your mojo back.
What is that smell?
Ladies and gentlemen, Alex the Lion!
- Ha-ha! - You reek!
- Oh, my gosh. I'm gonna be sick. - Me, too!
Get away from us!
Hey. wait!
- How long is this song? - Whoo-hoo!
I think I need a little air.
Hey, where's Marty?
Where's Marty?
Ah!
That's more like it.
What's more like it?
All right. Why don't you take five, ladies? I need a little Marty time.
Sounds great.
- Come on, everybody. it's Marty time.
You guys are funny. But seriously, I need a little space.
A little more space, please.
More space, more space!
- Hey, look! There's Marty! - Where?
Easy, easy. Perfect.
Save yourself!
Save my what?
Oh.
- Melman? - What?
Melman!
Melman, why don't you wanna spend time with me today?
What? No, it's not you. It's...
- it's me? You're dumping me? - I'm what?
- On Valentine's Day? - No!
You sick, sick giraffe!
- Gloria!
I don't wanna be irresistible any more!
Come back, Marty! Wait, where's Marty?
Um...
What are we doing here?
Who's Marty?
Beats me.
Oh, girl, I hope that's not permanent.
No more love potion.
Operation "Hula Rescue" is a go!
Skipper, she's heavily guarded.
Not for long.
Listen up, pretty boy, I may not have your perfect tan or your chiseled abs
but I've got something you'll never have, a wounded heart.
Dollface, it took losing you to realize how much I need you in my life.
Just let me talk.
I used to think Valentine's Day was just a superficial holiday
for sissies, wussies, and pansies.
But now I realize that buying cheap flowers or some pre-packaged chocolate
isn't just a whacked-out merchandising conspiracy,
it's also just a nice thing to do.
Huh! Not again!
Skipper! Code red!
Handle it!
- Goodbye!
Well, Hula Girl, I'm begging you. Will you take me back?
Is that a yes? Or no?
Ha-ha!
Not my bobblehead!
Stop it!
Is it yes, you need more time? Or, or no, you're not ready to answer?
Oh, come on, make up your mind!
You are mine now!
It's a yes!
Aw!
Well, no hard feelings, kid. Hope we can all stay friends.
No! No!
I don't get it. What happened today?
Well, it's his loss.
I'm over it!
What in the world?
Music? Dance number? Lady Liberty float? Oh, Melman.
Come on, Julien. I need that potion.
Mmm. I don't know.
Skinny, sickly guy like yourself. What could you possibly do for me?
I can reach tall places.
Okay, deal.
Don't you make that deal, Melman Menkowitz.
- Oh, great. They're gonna make up. - Come on, Frankie.
Okay, this is like the sweetest thing that anyone's ever tried to do for me.
Yeah, until I ruined it.
Baby, I didn't need all this.
All I wanted to know was that you were thinking about me.
Hmm. Oh, I was thinking about you.
Aw!
Yeah, well, here's someone none of us was thinking about.
Aw.
You know what? I think I know something that might cheer him up.
"Roses are red, violets are blue, I love writing myself Valentines,
but no one else seems to do it to me."
It's too wordy.
Huh?
What the...
Uh...
We know it's not like it was back at the zoo, but...
- We could make you some more. - No.
You got it just right.
It's not about how many cards you get, it's about who you get them from.
Aw!
Wow! No offense, but you stink!
You need a bath!
- In turpentine!
Ladies and gentlemen, gather around!
Oh, not again!
The King of Love is back with a brand new bottle of...
And the lucky freak who gets to try it first will be...
- Ha-ha!
- Ah!
It's okay. It's okay. There's still some left.
Now, who wants it?
- Ew!
That is disgusting!
Oh, King Julien...
Oh, that's a nightmare coming.
Hey, you can't leave.
You must sign the contract. Maurice, you're my lawyer. Do something!
I would advise against any sudden movement right now, Julien.
Where is the love?
Is that me? That's pretty neat.
-ls it on? -Red light's on.
Shh, shh.
Welcome to RJ's Wild World oF Nature,
Featuring my trusty crew Bucky, Quillo and Spike.
-Say hi, Spike. Nice. -Hi, Mom.
Today, our subiect is Hammy the squirrel.
The North American red squirrel is a native oF Venezuela.
His interests include good books, long walks in the park and nut collecting.
Let's see what happens when Hammy discovers
-this boomerang! -Ta-da !
OK, go, go. Shh, shh!
- Come on, in here. - Hide, hide, quick.
Shh!
- This is gonna be so sweet! - Gimme that!
No, no, no... Hey, he's coming! Shh! Shh!
Oh, boy! Look what l Found. Dibs! It's mine, it's mine!
Eww. That does not taste very good.
Ow!
You stop that!
Hey! Easy, giggles. Hold it down over there.
-OK, RJ. -And now, back to our program.
Ah... Ohh !
What the...? Huh? Ow!
You guys, quiet.
Begone! l don't believe in you.
No! All right, l believe in you!
l'll go crazy!
This stupid...!
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot! Ow!
Oh, come on!
What do you guys think? Should we tell him?
Oh, come on. We got three more leFt in the box.
-Hey. RJ? Kids? -Here's Uncle Verne.
What is going on?
You're teasing him and Filming it. Is that what you're doing?
- Give it to me. - No, Verne. Take it easy.
-Just trying to have a little... -''We're having Fun?''
-That's not what it looks like. -A box oF boomerangs.
He throws them, they come back, hit him and you Film it?
Congratulations. You've turned into human beings.
l've heard they hurt people and they Film it.
Hey, look what l Found!
lt tastes shiny. It's mine. Nobody touch it, l saw it First.
What does it do? l don't care. It's mine, it's mine, it's mine!
Let's iust not have this again.
Get rid oF the camera. The camera causes haIF the problem.
- Yes, Uncle... - Ow!
We promise we will never do it again.
OK, welcome to another episode oF RJ's Wild World oF Nature.
Today, the naked American box turtle.
Aah! You having a good time? You know what your problem is?
-You're a hack with a camera. -Come on, relax.
-Look out. -Hey, look what l Found!
ls it on right? Is it backwards? Nobody touch it, l saw it First.
Get away! 'Cause it's mine!
Close your eyes, young ones.
Goodbyes can be bittersweet.
It seems like only 306 days ago,
we were snatched from our beloved Central Park Zoo,
and dumped here in... rustic Madagascar.
But now that we're leaving, seeing you all here,
it reminds us just how many friends we've made.
That's the greatest speech I've ever...!
Looks like the kid can't hold his sea water.
-Well, at least he showed up. -I don't get it.
It's not like Julien to miss a party.
Maybe for some people, saying goodbye is really hard.
Yeah, well, send him a postcard 'cause the wind's right on schedule.
Let's do this!
Can I have your attention? The redeye to New York is about to board.
We're going home for Christmas!
-Sandbags! -Check!
-Ropes! -Check!
-Snacks! -Check!
-It's working! -We did it!
It may not be pretty, but we headed to the city!
Candied yams from Sylvia's! That's what I want for Christmas.
I can't wait to get back to my hippo pool and that sweet smell of chlorine.
And I can't wait to see Dr. Maneesh, greatest chiropractor ever.
Me? I just wanna see the snow falling down on my beautiful city.
New York, here we come! What the...?
Look out!
Oh, no, no! No! This isn't happening!
Get off me! Get off me!
Guys, did you hear something?
-Cannibals! -Cannibals! Where?!
-Julien! -It's just the freaks.
Maurice, I thought they left already.
I hope we're still charging them rent.
-Mort, stop drumming already! -Sorry.
False alarm, everyone! Back into hiding. It was just a cruel hoax.
Hoax?! What kind of sick joke is this, huh?!
Sorry. We thought you were the Marauding Red Night Goblin.
The Marauding Red... What-nin?
Maurice...
Every year, on the 24th of Julianuary...
-Julianuary? -It's a festive holiday,
-named after His Majesty. -It starts with a red glow.
Then the air fills with the goblin's horrible, mocking laughter.
Then it pelts us with hundreds of black rocks!
Red Night Goblin! The Red Night Goblin's coming!
OK, I get it. It's Picking on the King Day.
Very funny.
You can stop now, Mort. I know it's you back there.
The Red Goblin!
-He's real! -What's happening?!
-Here, Julien. -Hide the women and precious metal!
Load the shooting thingy! Fire at the Goblin!
Lemurs down! You, you, take their places.
Aye, aye.
That's it! I surrender!
We're gonna die!
-Alex, do something! -All right, all right! All right.
You're going down, Red Night Marauding Goblin Guy!
I did it, everybody!
I did it!
Everyone, after the Goblin. Don't let him get away!
-Candy canes? -Presents?
-These rocks taste like coal. -Hang on a minute.
Alex, I think you just shot down...
Who's laughing now, Red Night Goblin?
I am. That's who.
Merry Madagascar!
-I shot down Santa. -You on the naughty list for sure, now.
-Is it safe? -Is what safe?
Are there more of you? How many? Tell me, are you a robot?
Maybe you have an army hidden inside of you. Talk to me, robot army.
-I am talking to you! -That tickles.
Look, everybody! It shakes like a bowl full of jelly!
-Hey, this is fun! -Stop it, Julien! That's Santa Claus!
-No wonder he throws coal at you. -Santa who?
Santa! Santa, you OK? I can't believe I'm talking to Santa Claus!
-I know. -Wait. Who's Santa?
What do you mean, "Who's Santa"? If you're not Santa, who are you?
My name is...
I can't remember.
Look, he's got another hat on.
He must have hit his head in the crash. Maybe he's got amnesia.
Oh, this is bad. This is... This is bad!
I've ruined Christmas for everybody. I've ruined Christmas for, like,
the whole world! Unless...
-Unless? -Team huddle.
This could work out great for everybody.
-Santa's head wound? -No, not his head wound.
Here's the plan: we find the sleigh, help Santa deliver the toys.
Then, on the way home, he drops us off in New York!
It's perfect! What do you guys think?
-I'm in! -OK.
Let's go find that sleigh.
They are just adorable! Alex, go talk to them. Go, go, go, go, go!
Hello, there, little reindeer.
You guys up for a little road trip? What do you say?
Back away! You don't know who you're dealing with.
Hey, no need to get psycho. They're just Santa's little...
-We meet again, South Polers. -North Polers.
OK, you guys know each other?
It's a cold war that dates back centuries.
You see, Santa used to be based in the South Pole.
This again? Santa chose North Pole, fair and square.
Please. They bribed him with candy canes and cheap elf labor.
That's it! Let's go!
On my command, kick him in the bells.
Wait, where's Private?
You're the most beautiful deer I've ever seen.
That's the sweetest thing any penguin has ever said to me.
Shake it off, Private! That North Poler might look like a tall drink of water,
but she'll spit you out like a cup of bad eggnog!
Guys, guys. Come on, it's Christmas. You know, the season of giving.
So, what do you say? Can you give us a ride?
Son of the gun, we're only allowed to take orders from Santa.
Why don't you ask your South Pole comrades to help?
I forget! They can't fly.
Merry Christmas down there, stuck on the land!
-Merry Christmas. -Cupid!
Great. There goes our lift home.
-We'll fly it. -Skipper, you're a penguin.
And those reindeer have, like, magical powers.
That's exactly what they want you to believe.
Private, give 'em a little demo.
The only thing magical about those North Polers,
is that tank full of sparkly stuff.
Now, go find Big Red and we'll get this baby airborne.
Fat man, behold the beauty of a traditional Julianuary carol,
honoring... me.
-I like to... -Very nice.
-You like to... -All together.
We like to...
Move it!
I like to move it, move it
Santa?
I'm physically fit, physically fit Physically, physically, physically fit.
Incoming!
Alrighty, Santa. Time to big, big buddy.
I don't wanna go!
I just wanna shake my booty!
-Santa, buddy. You gotta stop dancing. -Santa!
I'll never go!
-What are we gonna do now? -It's not gonna be Christmas Eve,
for much longer. So either we go without Santa,
-or the world goes without Christmas. -That's right!
You made this mess. Now, we gotta clean it up.
-Yo, Skipper! Sparkle time! -All right, boys.
Tighten your harnesses and think happy thoughts.
Viva Las Vegas!
And everyone wept tears of joy for the miracle that was Baby Julien.
You see, fat man, Julianuary is about the joy of giving.
To me! Now, bring me the presents!
Merry Julianuary.
You remembered! Next one, please. Move it along.
Thank you, on behalf of His Majesty and merry Julianuary.
-How did you do that? -Beats me.
-Could you make one for me? -Merry Julianuary.
-I want one. -Me too.
Next.
Where's my presents?
What's going on over there?
Merry Julianuary!
-Merry Julianuary. -Merry Julianuary!
-Merry Julianuary. -Oh, no, no, no!
Stop!
What's so special about Julianuary if everyone gets to have something?
You!
I took you in as my guest,
and now, you've ruined Julianuary!
From this moment forth,
all your presents are my presents!
Lady and gentlemen, we are about to arrive at our first destination.
Canada is straight ahead.
OK, boys, let's take her down.
Flaps up.
Beaks down. Stay on target.
Stay on target!
What kind of landing was that?
Any landing you can walk away from is a good landing.
This is stupid, Marty. Can't we just use the front door?
Come on. How hard can it be? Melman, you're up!
-But I'm claustrophobic. -Yeah?
Now, you can be Santa Claustrophobic.
Now, dive, fool, dive, dive, dive!
Easy...
Guys? I'm stuck!
Hang in there, Melman! I'm coming!
-Melman, I'm right here! -I'm burning!
-You're not burning! -Help!
Thank you.
Don't leave me!
Alex, you still have the present!
Dash away, boys. Dash away!
-What...? No, wait! -Hang on!
I got you, Melman!
Way to drop the ball, you hippie freak.
Me? Melman lost it in the chimney.
Calm down. It's a small town, there's only a couple more houses.
-Let's not freak out. -Oh, yeah?
Can we freak out now?!
OK, here's the plan.
We head to the nearest post office and we just dump the gifts.
-That's a plan. -I need stamps, anyway.
Skipper, get us to the nearest post office.
In New York.
Well, looks like our coffee break.
Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! You're Santa's helpers!
This is amazing! You're hairier than I thought.
But amazing! OK, calm down, Abby. Breathe.
Namaste. Namaste.
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
Oh, my gosh! I almost forgot!
I made you cookies.
This is the best Christmas ever.
Don't tell Santa I was up. Really.
OK, I'm going to bed now.
I can't go to sleep. No way I can go to sleep. I just met Santa's helpers!
I think, I broke my collarbone.
No! It's OK. Going to bed now.
Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!
New plan. We're not going to the post office anymore.
We're Santa's hairy helpers.
And we don't rest until every one of these gifts gets delivered.
Skipper, progress report.
Only 152 cities left to go.
Skipper, look!
-New York! -It's still here!
-It's still beautiful! -And it's still gonna be here,
when we're done!
All right, New York, let's do this!
On the 88th day of Julianuary,
my true love sent to me,
a great, big present for me,
Oh, Amelia. Did you ever feel like you're just wasting away?
This is the worst Julianuary ever.
-King Julien? -Hello.
Haven't you heard of knocking? I could have been naked in here.
I'm sorry if I ruined your Julianuary.
I don't understand.
I have all the presents. Why do I feel so empty inside?
I don't know. But back there,
when we were all giving presents to each other,
it was pretty good.
Hey! Why don't you give one to your girlfriend Amelia over there.
-I bet she'd like it. -No, she's not my girlfriend.
I don't want to. OK, fine, I'll do it! Keep your chubby hands off.
Here, Amelia. Merry Julianuary.
Look at the smile on Amelia.
Making her feel good, makes me feel good.
Kind of warm and tingly on the inside.
Like pinworms! Come, fat man!
We must share with the world what I have discovered!
We did it.
Every single present delivered and accounted for.
Goodbye, empty bags. Hello, New...
No! There's still a few left in this one!
No. No! No more! I can't take it.
I'll throw it in the river. It'll be like we never saw them.
Give me that.
Wait, they're... they're for us.
-What? -Melman.
-Really? -Marty.
-Get out of here. -Alex! And me!
No way! Candied yams from Sylvia's!
And they're still hot! They're still hot.
An inflatable hippo pool? And chlorine?!
Oh, yeah. That's the stuff.
Dr. Maneesh's neck massager!
-What'd you get, Alex? -Snow falling down,
on my beautiful city. How did he know?
That's why Santa's Santa. The big man's got some talent.
We can't leave him back there dancing around with that bump on his head.
-We gotta go back and help him. -The good news is there's enough,
sparkly stuff to get us back to Madagascar.
-Is there bad news? -Only enough to get to Madagascar.
Put it back!
So it's Madagascar or... home?
There she is, fellas!
Maybe next Christmas, New York. Skipper, full speed ahead!
This is the life.
It says, "To Mort. Happy Julianuary.
Love, King Julien."
A coconut! Thank you, King Julien!
OK, boys, let's take her down.
We just lost one of our engines!
I thought you said there was enough sparkly stuff to get us there!
-I did. -Then what happened?
I was wrong!
Red Night Goblin! The Red Night Goblin's coming!
Come on, Private. Think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.
The Red Night Goblin's attacking again!
Brace for impact!
Oh, no.
He's alive!
Where am I? The children. The presents!
-He got his memory back. -Terrible crisis, Santa!
The South Polers stole sleigh for joyride!
-Now, Christmas is ruined! -What?!
That's an outright Christmas lie with all the trimmings.
Yeah, Christmas isn't ruined. We delivered everything.
it's the truth. Santa, the South Polers saved Christmas.
Cupid, stay out of this!
I grow tired of your reindeer games.
We want to be... bipolar.
Son of the gun.
-So you really delivered all the gifts? -It's the least we could do.
And you even found Liechtenstein?
Liechety-what?
Oh, chestnuts! Those children will be up any minute now!
-This way, Santa. -But there's no sparkly stuff left.
I'll use the reserve tank then.
-Oh, reserve tank. -Hey, Santa, wait!
-My friends and I... -Thank you all for everything!
-Santa, wait! -If that sleigh leaves,
and you're not with Santa, you'll regret it.
-Farewell, Private. -We'll always have Madagascar!
-Santa! -Wait!
And Julien, you're officially off the naughty list!
What? You can't take me off the naughty list.
I am the naughty list!
What's the naughty list?
Merry Christmas!
Well, looks like Santa's back in business.
And we're back in Madagascar.
And you know what? We're gonna have the best Christmas ever.
Right here!
This'll get me back on the naughty list. Coconut ball fight!
All right, let's give these babies a spin.
I can't stop! I can't stop!
Rockefeller Center ain't got nothin' on this!
Well, we may not have gotten home for Christmas,
but we got snow!
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
-It's not snow! It's not snow! -See, Marty? It's not what you get.
-It's what you give. -Give it a rest!
I'm so naughty. Mort, you're next!
Alex, you OK?
Who's Alex?
Merry Christmas and happy Julianuary, everybody!
He looks so sad.
Rico!
I want that tree up to muster.
Check! Kowalski!
What's the status on the approved musical selection?
It's scheduled to begin...
...now.
Excelente!
Right on track.
Skipper!
Veggie pudding at 1900 hours.
ULOG to commence on my mark.
Engage!
ULOG engaged.
- Checkamundo! - Skipper!
Eggnog at 2100 hours.
Writing our names in the snow at 21:05.
- Skipper! - What is it, Private?
Ted, the polar bear, is all alone this holiday, and he seems so sad!
Could we bring him a present to cheer him up?
Kowalski!
Negative, Skipper.
We have four presents, and there are four of us.
We can go and get him something.
Sorry, Private, no can do.
But no one should be sad and alone in Christmas.
Exactly.
So, throw those troubles away and be merry.
- Pronto! - But, Skipper...
That's an order, mister.
All right, boys, stand by for eggnog.
Aye, aye, Skipper.
- Eggnog! - Private?
- I'll pass, thank you. - Eggnog, eggnog, eggnog...
Go, go, go..!
Chug, chug, chug..!
Well done, Rico!
This guy can really hold his nog.
2110 hours, boys.
Engage cranberries.
Rico!
Not at the table.
Hold on a second.
Something's missing...
Cranberries, check. Eggnog, check.
Give me a head count.
We have three heads, sir.
Where's the Private?
I don't know, it would appear that he's... missing.
Missing? Hoover Damn!
Wait. There he is!
He just went to bed.
What the..? What have you done with Private?
Talk, mister!
Skipper!
Over here.
I'll deal with you later.
Oh, no! He must be out there all by himself.
He's one of us, men, you all know the penguin credo.
"Never bathe in hot oil and Bisquick"?
No!
No! That's the walrus credo!
"Never swim alone. "
Private's out there all by himself...
...and we never leave one of our own.
Oh... yeah.
Now, let's go!
Oh! That's perfect!
Just the thing for a sad polar bear.
Kowalski? Analysis.
Adrenalin sweating sardines. These tracks are fresh.
He's close, I can feel it.
What kind of cut-rate junk is this?
It's lousy workmanship, that's what it is.
We may have a problem.
Look at all this junk, these are no good at all! Junk!
We need to get closer. 10 o'clock, men.
Plan, plan, plan!
So this is where you're hiding all the good stuff!
He's in trouble!
- Kaboom. - Lay down, soldier!
We're in observation mode.
Now, this is workmanship.
So, where's the goshdang squeaker on this thing?
It's gotta have a squeaker...
Now, that's more like it.
Hey, stupid! I want this one.
- Grand Coulee Dam! - Where's my change?!
Private's been captured!
Taxi!
Not on my watch, blue hair.
Kowalski!
Hey, I'm walking here!
Do I got a tip for you? Drop dead!
Good evening, m'am, Merry Christmas to you.
Buzz off!
Skipper...
How are we gonna get inside?
Kaboom, kaboom.
I have a better idea.
Oh, boy, that's gonna hurt!
Very generous, sir. You have a Merry Christmas.
Hold that elevator!
- Skipper! - Private!
Step on it, Kowalski.
What comes down, must go up.
Skipper.
All right, men.
Commence operation: "Special Delivery"
'Tacky mushrooms!
- No more Mr. Cute and cuddly. - Kaboom, kaboom, kaboom!
Rico! Enough with the dynamite already.
Why does Christmas have to be every year?
What a pain in the..!
The taping... it's so sticky!
There we go!
Oh, you'll make such a nice Christmas present...
...for my Mr. Chew.
Oh, no Mr. Chew,
you'll have to wait until morning to open your present.
Yes you do. Who is mommy's big boy?
Who is he?
Nice doggie! Good doggie!
Good boy, down, down, don't eat me...
...no, no, good boy, leave me alone, don't eat me!
Santa Claus has come to town.
Skipper!
Help me, guys!
- Kowalski, secure the Private. - I'm on it.
Watch your back. Canine, two o'clock.
- I'm gonna need some cover fire. - Rico!
- Kowalski! Status? - Almost there, Skipper.
Let him have it, Rico.
Holy butterball!
No, no, don't eat me!
Kowalski! Give me options.
Skipper.
Excelente!
Engage operation: "Stocking Stuffer"
High five...
...low five...
...down low...
...too slow.
I think our work here is done.
Rico!
She didn't see anything.
Let's blow this popsicle stand, boys.
Kaboom?
Yes, Rico. Kaboom.
Come on, boys.
What is all this?
Mr. Chew, this is all your fault!
Bad dog!
You are on a big time out!
Thanks for rescuing me, Skipper.
Thank nothing of it, young Private.
It's the least we could do.
You remember the penguin credo?
What does deep frying in Bisquick have to do with any of this?
Not that one! The other one!
"Never swim alone"!
Alone!
On Christmas! Don't you get it?
Come on, people, do I have to explain this to everybody?
Poor Ted, he's all alone on Christmas, with no one to swim with.
It's not too late, young Private.
I've got a new plan to fit him in.
Guys..!
Seriously, this is the best Christmas I've ever had.
Well, there it is then, Merry Christmas for everyone.
What the..? Who could that be?
Oh, I hope you don't mind.
I invited a few friends over.
What?!
♪ Jingle bells, Monkey smells...
♪... Melman laid an egg...
♪... Marty thinks that Alex stinks...
♪... and the camel says: Oy Vey!