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♪ Party! ♪

-♪ Who's the king? ♪ -♪ King Julien ♪

-♪ Who's the king? ♪ -♪ King Julien ♪

♪ Get down for the get down ♪

♪ Everybody party with king who? ♪

-♪ King Julien ♪ -♪ King who? ♪

♪ King Julien ♪

♪ Tonight will be forever ♪

♪ Let's do it King Julien style ♪

♪ Whoa-oh, whoa-oh ♪

♪ Y'all tell me who's the king ♪

♪ Whoa-oh, whoa-oh ♪

♪ All hail King Julien! ♪

King me.

Clover, does Maurice seem sadder than usual?

Define "usual."

I wonder if it's because of the conversation we had yesterday.

Hmm.

- -Oh!

You are my advisor,

but did you really think

I would actually take any of your advice?

Oh, buddy, you are a delight!

Hmm?

Hmm. I'm probably just overreacting as usual.

I'm very sensitive to other people's needs.

You could give him a position of importance.

Im-por-tance?

Something that would give him purpose.

Pur-pose?

A job, Your Majesty.

But he has a job as my royal advisor.

I just told you how I don't listen to him.

Perhaps something he could be in charge of,

something low risk.

But Maurice will have to earn it,

which means there'll have to be an election with another candidate.

A rube, Your Majesty.

If we're talking about a rube, you obviously mean Mort.

As for the job, who do we know that will be easy to replace?

Dang fruit flies.

Lucky Swatter and I are here to--ah!

Keep all the--ah! Mangoes safe.

Isn't that right, Swatter?

Nice shot, buddy!

My peepage,

I'm happy to announce that we are now going to solve

one of the biggest problems

in the history of all of Madagascar!

What's that?

Oh, you in--in the back of the people.

Elect a new Prime Minister of Mangoes?

That's right, you very handsome lemur

with the perfect booty in the back there.

Yes, we are going to elect a new Prime Minister of Mangoes.

Yes, very important position--

oh, and you--you, with the...

I say, I say, there should be two candidates, only two.

Maurice and, uh, Mort.

Well said, Chair Lemur Table.

There should be two candidates.

Yes, there should be. Maurice and--ugh, Mort.

Well, people have spoken.

Wait a roly-poly-pickin' moment.

-Those are our only two choices? -

Shoot, looks like I'm voting for myself again.

I guess they don't need me anymore.

If you two agree,

I will personally fix--

uh, set the election in three days.

Really? The people want me?

I totally agree, King Julien!

In fact, it's quite an honor.

Thank you! Thank you all!

An election? Sure! Sounds like fun!

I mean, what could possibly go wrong in an election?

Settle down, everyone, settle down! Quiet, please.

I've called us all together to pick the best way

to win this Prime Minister of Mangoes thing.

- Election?

I've heard all I need to hear.

It's pretty clear that you need me. Just ask the lemurs.

You want to win this thing? Put me on the ticket.

I'm your only chance for victory. I'm the guy.

I think we all remember what happened the last time

you were in charge of things, Political Mort.

I said extra sugar

in my pumpkin spice macachino!

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Oh, that was terrible!

I don't care what any of you say. I'm takin' charge.

I'm taking over, and I'm running this thing

all the way to victory!

'Cause I'm a warrior. Warrior, warrior, warrior!

Yeah, see you around, suckers!

Move over, losers.

- -I'm driving.

- ♪ And that's a good thing ♪

♪ Good thing then say it ♪

♪ I'm totally a warrior ♪

-Zora, baby doll. -Oh?

How'd you like to be the First Lady of Mangoes?

Oh!

They are going to love you!

Ohh!

You've been a good friend.

Maybe the best friend I ever had.

You, uh, wait here

until this whole Prime Minister of Mangoes thing gets sorted out.

Don't speak.

We'll smash the ever-lovin' life out of small flying creatures

together again soon, I promise.

Take care of yourself!

I didn't think that it would hurt this bad!

-What's gonna happen? -Oh, boy.

There is no way Maurice could possibly lose this thing to Mort.

Operation Cheer Up Maurice is clearly going to be a success.

I want you all to know, as Prime Minister of Mangoes,

I have a detailed plan that will keep us from ever going hungry again.

That through hard, intelligent choices,

we can correct any deficiencies in the system and--

Wrong. Bored.

Whatever. Bored. Boring.

Yawn. Big yawn. Over here!

Everybody, look at me! Look!

Don't listen to Maurice.

Nice guy, but he can't get the job done. No way.

You lemurs know you want me as Prime Minister of Mangoes

because you know I am a warrior! Warrior!

Truth is, you need me as Prime Minister of Mangoes.

You need the Mort.

You want the Mort inside you

as the tiny voice in your ear,

whispering the only name that matters:

Mort.

Okay, nothing to worry about. Maurice can do this.

People, listen to me.

I've laid out a plan for self-sustaining mango growth.

-It's actually less work and more rewards. -

That sounds good. Right, Willie?

Oh, sorry, Maurice.

I was sleeping with my eyes open again.

Did I miss something Mort was saying?

You tell 'em, Mort!

I want you all to meet my lovely wife, Zora.

Isn't she beautiful? She's beautiful. And she's super talented.

This huge she-mountain is my super talented everything.

She's got this armpit pouch that I can just climb right inside.

-Watch this. -

And just like that, I'm gone.

And I'm back.

And I'm gone.

And back. And gone.

Back. Gone.

Here I am.

I'm just a humble lemur gonna bring

that stinky aye-aye to justice.

Maurice is in bed with the fossa.

Maurice doesn't even believe in Frank.

I'm here for you. What do you have to lose?

Wow, little man tells it like it is.

That Mort is high-larious!

Am I right?

Mort's not even making sense!

Oh, he tells it like it is.

He just speaking his mind, y'all.

But he's not saying anything!

-Yeah! -Tell 'em, Mort!

Mangoes are our main food supply! Well, this is important, people!

-Ahh. -

-Whoo-hoo! -It's life or death!

No mangoes, no life!

Right? Right? Right? Am I right?

-

And then these idiots...

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Am I right?

Think of your mothers.

I've had enough of this.

-

I thought rigging an election would be fun,

but that little freak has messed everything up!

We have to fix this.

Luckily, it's just a position that doesn't matter,

so we have all the time in the world.

Mr. Hector?

I'm out of mangoes for my juggling act, and...

-Oh, well, that's strange. -

Why are these mangoes that color?

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Mother!

Help!

Mother!

I just--I--

I can't believe Mort could pick up such a following!

It just--it boggles my mindie bits!

Yeah, it's true, Your Majesty. I've been polling people all morning.

Who ya gonna vote for, eh?

- -Eh? Who? Who?

Who?

They're all voting for Mort!

And I went and broke my favorite pole too!

I was really looking forward to this working for Maurice,

so I could totally go, "In your face, Mo-Mo!

I made this happen.

I made you Prime Minister of Mangoes,

and you didn't even know it!"

Oh, and 'cause he's my friend and stuff.

We just need some clandestine activity

that will expose Mort in some horrible way.

Shame him!

Yeah! And cost him his voters!

I like the way you think, Clo-Clo.

It should be easy to dig up dirt on that little brain hemorrhage

and take him down.

Oh, I got to pack more beverages.

Really need to hydrate for these exciting debates

between Mort and Maurice.

No!

That's it.

Put your backs into it.

- -Ow!

We've got to break out of here and stop him.

Do it for King Julien.

Zora, baby, I'm going to do my thing, you know.

Ooh.

Don't forget special chair, my dumpling maker.

- -Ugh.

Oh, my!

Uh, what is this, uh, projector doing here?

Oh, I say, I say, right here in the middle of this, uh,

completely random crowd of potential voters.

What in the world this, uh, here button does?

-Oh! Shall I press it? -Oh.

Yes, I say. Please, please do, I say.

Here we go. Mort's gonna crash and burn now.

There's no way anyone's gonna take him seriously.

So embarrassing.

♪ Doing the toilet dance ♪

♪ 'Cause lemurs don't wear pants ♪

♪ Just doing the toilet dance ♪

♪ Don't give me a second glance ♪

♪ Doing the toilet, toilet, toilet dance ♪

-Hmm? -Huh?

♪ ♪

No pants!

Mouse lemurs will be mouse lemurs.

♪ ♪

♪ Doin' the toilet, toilet, toilet dance ♪

Yeah, that's me. It's where I do my best dancing.

And I'm a lemur of the people.

Just a normal, fun-loving, toilet-dancing

mouse lemur like anybody else.

Oh, he is a pretty great toilet dancer.

Uh...

Uh...

Now, why don't Maurice dance like that?

Yeah! Where's Maurice's toilet?

-Hey! Where's your toilet? -Boo!

Flyswatter, where are you?

I missed you, buddy.

I just wanted to check in and--

Sister Mary corn nuts!

What happened here? Swatter?

No, no. Who did this to you?

Speak to me! Speak!

No!

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♪ ♪

Mother!

♪ ♪

I got to warn the kingdom.

These fruit flies are gonna feed all the lemurs to their larvae.

All of 'em! I'll be the last lemur alive,

the very last one.

Hmm.

No, no. I better warn 'em.

They may be a bunch of ding-dongs,

but they're my bunch of ding-dongs.

It has come time to vote,

and I got to say, I'm a little over it.

Not only has Mort made a mockery of this election process...

Not true. What's he hiding, folks?

But I'm ashamed!

I'm ashamed of all of you for falling for Mort's nonsense!

- -Yeah! Hooray, Mort!

Mort's the lemur. He tells it like it is.

And to think I did all this just to make Maurice happy.

-What? You say what now? -Nothing. Nothing.

Let the voting begin!

Everybody who wants--

Hold up! Listen.

There's a crazy swarm of carnivorous fruit flies

abducting lemurs and taking them

to the old Club Moist cave, where they're cocooning them

to be eaten by the fruit fly babies.

Wow. Uh...

What do you say to Hector's whole "fruit fly" problem, Mort?

Nope. Don't buy it. He's overreacting. Causing panic.

And I'd like to say to him, Hector, what are you trying to prove?

There is no fruit fly problem.

You're kiddin' me, right? I saw it with my own eyes.

Yeah, I don't buy it. It's stinkin' thinkin', folks.

Mangoes love me. We got big problems. We need to fix them.

Got to vote Mort!

Mort, just shut your mouth for five seconds and let Hector speak.

You no talk to my man like that.

Whoa, whoa, big mama. I'm sorry, Zora, but this is important.

Maurice just apologized to Zora.

-What a wimp! -Yeah!

I know. Spineless.

-What a wimp! -You are a flip-flopper, Maurice.

You nitwits!

The fruit flies are coming,

and we need to get organized to stop them.

Hector's right, everybody. We got to take action.

Ooh, "We got to take action."

Now do you believe me?

Still not seeing it, Hector. Gonna need more evidence.

Why do you need more evidence? Facts are facts.

The fruit flies are all over us!

I don't feel a thing.

See? Zora's not afraid.

This is kind of fun. It's like catching snowflakes.

Oh, golly! These are some seriously angry snowflakes.

- Todd!

Aw, man. Them little bugs got me, y'all.

Clover! Help! Clover!

Get behind me, Your Majesty!

- -Clover!

I'm too heavy? Seriously?

You took Tammy and Butterfish, and I'm too heavy?

Boy, when Hector's right, Hector is right.

We need to find them, King Julien, and get them back.

Yes. Uh, maybe.

Or we bail.

Find some lemur ladies. Start a new kingdom.

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No, you're right, Maurice. We have to rescue my peeps.

Wait. Did you just take my advice?

Come on. We should try to rescue them

before the little fruit fly babies start bursting out of their chests!

Don't worry, Zora.

Sugar ears, this is not happening.

- -Okay, my love.

Not happening.

Not happening.

-Hut! Hut! Hut! -

Yeah! Let's get him! To the control room!

♪ ♪

Uh, looks like the flies aren't in at the moment.

But the kingdom is.

Look!

Just kill me, please.

Mo-Mo, you check out that noise. I got an idea.

Um, King Julien?

I think we got a problem here.

Come on, Clover.

I need your crazy kai-kai-kai stuff!

Okay, that was not how I envisioned this going.

Okay, this is it. Let's get to the bunker.

- -Burn, baby, burn!

- -Huh?

Don't press that button.

Uh-uh! Don't care! Gonna press it.

-Okay! -Ooh, he's down.

No, no, no. He's up again.

Get him! Oh! And there!

Just a few more hits to be safe.

Help! Somebody help.

This is terrible! And really gross!

And it smells

like bug vomit!

My King Julien needs help.

We have to do something.

Somebody go get Chainsaw Mort.

I'm right here, eh?

I'm still a warrior!

Zora, honey. Pull my tail.

Oh, that tickles!

-

Yeah!

Take that and that, cocoon.

Uh...

Our problem just got a whole lot worse and a whole lot nastier.

Shoo now. Go--go on, nasty things!

- -Got them all.

We did it!

Run for it! Everybody, run for it!

- -Get out of here, Your Majesty.

I'll hold them off with my aye-aye musk gland.

Yeah, Mo-Mo. Clench and believe.

Clench and believe!

You do listen to me, Your Majesty.

Clench and believe.

Clench and believe...

♪ ♪

Wow.

Maurice blew up those nasty flies and maggots and whatnot

with his green butt smoke.

That is right. Maurice saved the kingdom.

He saved all of us! And our beverages!

We did it.

They're bound to pick Maurice as Prime Minister of Mangoes now.

I mean, Maurice saved the whole kingdom.

Okay, my peoples.

Uh, please turn in the ballots.

I wonder who could be our Prime Minister of Mangoes?

Who--who could it be?

"Mort"?

I won?

Oh, boy.

-See you guys later. -

Okay, then. What can I say, Mo-Mo?

You deserved to win.

I mean, what is this kingdom coming to

if you can't even rig an election?

Rig an election?

Uh, yeah. Sorry, pal.

It's okay, Your Majesty.

I don't need to be a Prime Minister of Mangoes to feel needed.

Watching Mort turn into a fly and disappear into the sky

really made me realize just how important being your royal advisor is.

You're my royal advisor?

I-I mean, yes.

I'm glad you can finally see

what I've been trying to teach you.

But that's politics, isn't it?

Somebody gets elected, then they turn into an insect,

and nothing changes.

That's politics.

Idiots.

♪ Don't you know I'm a warrior ♪

♪ Warrior ♪

♪ Make the ladies scream warrior ♪

♪ Warrior ♪

♪ Some people are losers ♪

♪ Some are totally lame ♪

♪ Can't make no money ♪

- ♪ Money ♪ - ♪ Can't play the game ♪

♪ If you want to be happy ♪

♪ Forget about shame ♪

♪ Take out your enemies ♪

♪ Destroy and maim ♪

♪ Say it! ♪