[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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Madagascar (Reader Insert)
AdventureAlex, Marty, Christian, Melman and Gloria the zoo animals find themselves in Madagascar. They must find help to get back to New York.
