Chapter 2 Merry Madagascar.
Skiper: 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!
Alex: Guys, guys. Come on, it’s Christmas. You now, the season of giving. So, what do you say? Can you give us a ride?
Reno: Son of the gun, we’re only allowed to take orders from Santa. Why don´t you ask your South Pole comerades to help? I forget! They can´t fly. (He laugh) Merry Christmas down there, stuck on the land!
Female Reindeer: Merry Christmas
Reno:Cupid!
Alex: Great, there goes our lift home
Skipper: We´ll fly it.
Gloria: Skipper, you´re a penguin
Melman: And those reindeers have, like, magical powers.
Skipper: 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.
King Julien: Fat man, behold the beauty of a traditional Julianuary carol, honouring… me.
Chorus of lemurs: (Song of Santa)
King Julien: Very nice.
King Julien: All together
Santa: I’m physically fit, physicality fit, physically- physically-physically fit…Incoming!
Gloria: Alrighty, Santa. Time to go, big buddy
Santa: I don´t wanna go! I just wanna shake my booty!
Alex: Santa, buddy. You gotta stop dancing
Gloria: Santa!
Santa: I´ll never go!
Gloria: What are we gonna do now?
Alex: It´s not gonna be Christmas Eve, for much longer. So either we go without Santa, or the world goes without Christmas.
Marti: That´s right! you made this mess. Now, we gotta clean it up. Yo, Skiper! Sparkle time!
Skiper: All right, boy. Tighten your harnesses and think happy thoughts.
Cabo: Viva las Vegas.
King Julien: And everyone wept tears of joy for the miracle that was Baby Julien. You see, fat man, Julianuary is about the joy giving. To me! Now, bring me the presents.
Lemur: Merry Julianuary.
King Julien: You remembered! Next one, please. Move it along.
Moris: Thank you, on behalf of His Majesty and merry Julianuary.
Lemur: How did you do that?
Santa: Beats me.
Mort: Could you make one for me.
Santa: Merry Julianuary.
All the characters: I want one
Mort: Me too
Moris: Next
King Julien: Where’s my present? ... What’s going on over there?
Mort: Merry Julianuary!
All the characters: Merry Julianuary! Merry Julianuary!
Rey Julien: 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!
Marti: Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to arrive at our first destination. Canada is straight ahead
Skiper: Ok boys, let´s take her down. Flaps up. Breaks down. Stay on target, stay on target!
Gloria: What kind of landing was that?
Skiper: Any landing you can walk away from is a good landing.
Alex: This is stupid, Marty. Can´t we just use the front door?
Marti: Come on. How hard can it be? Melman, you´re up!
Melman: But I´m claustrophobic.
Marti: Yeah? Now, you can be Santa claustrophobic. Now, dive, fool, dive, dive, dive!
Melman: Easy… Guys? I´m struck!
Alex: Hang in there, Melman! I´m coming!
Gloria: Melman, I´m right here!
Melman: I´m burning
Gloria: You´re not burning!
Melman: Help! Thank you. Don´t leave me!
Marti: Alex, you still have the present!
Skiper: Dash away, boys. Dash away.
Alex: What…? No, wait!
Marti: Hang on!
Gloria: I got you, Melman!
Skiper: Way to drop the ball, you hippie freak.
Alex: Me? Melman lost in the chimney.
Marti: Calm down. It´s a small town, there´s only a couple more houses. Let´s not freak out now!
Melman: Oh, yeah? Can we freak out now!?
Alex: Ok, here´s the plan, we head to the nearest post office and we just dump the gifts.
Gloria: That´s a plan.
Marti: I need stamps, anyway.
Alex: Skipper, get us to the nearest post office, in New York.
Skiper: well, looks like or coffee break.
Girl: 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! 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!.
Alex: 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.
Alex: Skipper, progress report.
Skipper: Only 152 cities left to go
Cabo: Skipper look!
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