Penguin Disappearance Spree

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[Inside of a plane heading to Madagascar.]

Skipper: Ugh, where the heck are we?

Kowalski: Oxygen content is low. I suggest we limit our breathing.

[Then the sound of a fart broke the silence.]

Skipper: Aw, Private!

[The four Penguins rip holes on the box to breathe for air.]

Private: Sorry. I get gassy when I fly.

Skipper: Toot sweet! He does!

Kowalski: We must be on a plane!

[The Penguins move the box to be free. Skipper, Kowalski, Roberto and Rico have darts on their necks and Private has a dart on his butt.]

Kowalski: What did North Wind do to us?

Private: Oh! They gave us badges!

[All but Private take off the darts.]

Skipper: Not badges, tranquilizer darts! Classified! That low-down dirty dog is trying to kick us off the mission!

Roberto: They want us go not go on the mission. We are all targets now.

Kowalski: Classified thinks we can't save the penguins because we're just "penguins".

Skipper: Well, penguins are our flesh and feathers! They're us! And if anyone's gonna save us, it's us.

Kowalski: But, Skipper, we've gotta be five miles up. That pretty much limits our options.

Skipper: I make my own options.

Roberto: Brilliant move, Skipper, but now we seem to be outside the plane.

Skipper: Well, kind of got caught up in the moment. Well, hindsight's 20/20. Okay, Kowalski, your turn to pick up the slack.

Kowalski: Uh...

Private: Oh, why don't we catch that plane?

Skipper, Kowalski, Roberto and Rico: [Screaming]

Pilot: Bird strike, log it.

Skipper, Kowalski, Roberto, Rico and Private: [Screaming]

Kowalski: We've got another target at 12 o'clock.

Skipper: Good, it's only 11:30. Follow me, boys! We're going in hot.

[Private starts burning like a meteor.]

Skipper: No one likes a show-off, Private.

Roberto: Aim for first class!

Private: I'm okay!

Skipper: Kowalski, where does this aircraft go?

Kowalski: From the odd shape of this bagel, I'd say we're headed for Paris.

Skipper: France? Forget it! Not with their tax laws!

Kowalski: Then I would suggest a mid-air transfer.

Skipper: Affirmative.

Private: Peanuts! Peanuts! Peanuts, peanut, peanut, peanut, peanut, peanut, peanut! We're out of peanuts, Skipper!

Skipper: Try pretzels, Private. Bingo. There's our ride, boys. Can't stay, doll. Danger is my mistress. Ah! Rico, more height.

Private: Pretzels! Pretzels! Pretzel, pretzel, pretzels! We're out of pretzels!

Skipper: Yeah? Then we're leaving just time, 'cause these folks are gonna freak!

Kowalski: Deploy flaps.

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