All Hail King Julien (2014) s04e10 Episode Script

1 - [Mort chuckles.]
- [growls.]
- [Mort.]
I'm okay! - [laughs.]
[theme music playing.]
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 King Julien Style Woof! Whoa, oh, whoa, oh #Y'all tell me who's the king # Whoa, oh, whoa, oh All hail King Julien! So, why did you have Timo build you - a cloning machine exactly? - Wow! [laughs.]
We need more me's.
- But - Ah-ah.
King's spoken, case closed.
It's a law.
Shaboom.
- Clone it up here, boss.
- [exclaims in surprise.]
[electric zapping.]
[whirring.]
[giggling.]
[electric guitar playing.]
[laughs joyously.]
'Sup, fools? I am he! I am King Julien! - Uh - Uh King Julien [Mort.]
Yes! [flamenco music playing.]
[mumbling in Spanish.]
Huh? [mumbling unintelligibly.]
- I ate the bug! [chuckles.]
- [thuds.]
[laughing.]
- This is so great! - [moaning.]
Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry.
- Uh, Julien, Julien.
Julien, Julien.
- Me! Me! Me! Me! - Julien, Julien.
Julien, Julien.
- Me! Me! [vocalizing.]
Me! Julien, Julien.
Julien, Julien.
Uh, I think we got it covered.
[excitedly.]
Oh, feet.
So many perfect [screams.]
feet! [panting.]
Oh! All the Juliens in the house, crank those booties to the floor! [dance music playing.]
[cheering.]
[lemur shouting.]
King Julien! - Do it again! - [screaming excitedly.]
- [female lemur.]
King Julien! - Yeah! Ha-ha! - Whoo-hoo! - Um, Logic police here.
[laughs.]
But isn't it strange that there are five King Juliens - on the dance-floor at the same time? - [Julien vocalizing.]
Yeah! I mean - I don't know! I mean, tell me the answer! - [grunts.]
- [shouting.]
Tell me, Ted! Please! - [thuds.]
Who cares where they all come from, baby? They here now.
[chuckles.]
Just dance it out.
[chuckling.]
- Whoo! - [Julien laughing.]
[Julien.]
My brazillient plan of making more me's has been a huge success.
[vocalizing.]
What? [Julien chuckling.]
- [growling.]
- [sighing.]
Please don't make any more, Your Majesty.
I am exhausted trying to keep them all safe.
I found the dumb one eatin' out of the toilet.
Again! Oh, God, [retching.]
I'm just gonna [retching.]
[shouts.]
Your clones are crazy! Crazy amazing.
Am I right? Am I right? Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes! Which is why I think it is time to Hmm, let me think, make more! [surging.]
- [laughing.]
- Hmm? [shivering.]
Oh! [saxophone music playing.]
And who do we have here? Ooh! Grr.
Ooh! Enchanté, Mr.
Handsome Pants.
[screams excitedly.]
Boy meets girl, girl meets boy-a Girl got a face beat Helen o' Troy-a! Uh mmm.
Mm-mm.
[kisses.]
Ugh.
What? Is it Is that a female King Julien? - It is and it's so wrong! - [grunts.]
That hussy better keep her paws off my King Julien or she Oh! Her feet, they're so perfect, too! [shouting.]
I can't take it anymore! I can't take it! I need a King Julien of my very own! To cuddle and bathe and feed, - while he's strapped in a highchair! - No, Mort! - The machine's not calibrated for - [gasps.]
[whirring.]
Mm-mmm.
- Uh.
- Huh? [continues whirring.]
[munching, shouting.]
[groaning.]
[chanting.]
Mor-Mor-Mort! [chanting.]
Mor-Mor-Mort! [chanting continues.]
[whirring.]
- Whoa! - [all gasp.]
Hmm.
[rumbling, knocking.]
Mort, did you break my cloning machine? I don't know.
- [stuttering.]
Something - Oh! - [Maurice.]
Something's coming through! - [rumbling.]
Everybody back! Get behind me, Your Majesty.
And you, too, female King Grr.
- Huh.
- it.
[footsteps approaching.]
- [whizzes.]
- [machine stops whirring.]
[groaning.]
[all.]
Mort? - Me? - [groans in annoyance.]
[screams.]
Morts! Come forth! [Morts chanting.]
Mort! Mort! Mort! [chanting continues.]
Oh! All my nightmares have come true! I've come to annihilate me! So many Morts.
I won't let them take you alive, my love.
[shouts.]
Turn off the machine, Timo! Gladly, Your Majesty.
[panting.]
Away with you, worm-eater.
- [smack.]
- [Timo groans.]
On it.
[grunting, screaming.]
- [screaming, grunting.]
- [smacking.]
- [clanking, rattling.]
- Oh! [Maurice screams.]
[electricity surging, explosion.]
- [all exclaim.]
- [electricity surging.]
[groaning.]
[stuttering.]
Where are they? Where did they go? Hmm.
[gasps.]
[munching.]
[rambling, thudding.]
[munching.]
- [all chanting.]
Mort! Mort! - [rumbling.]
It's horrible! There are - Morts everywhere! - Eh? - Thousands of them! - [whimpering.]
- Ugh! - Eating! [stammering.]
They're just eating - everything! - [farting loudly through horn.]
[exclaiming in panic.]
[farting continues.]
I smell your fear! Oh, golly, sorry about that.
It was enchilada night at the old homestead.
- [growling.]
- [farting continues.]
I am Morticus Khan, Supreme Leader of the Mort-verse! [Morts.]
All Hail Morticus Khan! Look upon all my Morts and despair.
Your world is ours.
- The Mort Horde will not stop - [sipping.]
- until we have consumed all.
- [lemurs groan.]
You and your world shall be exterminated! [laughing maniacally.]
[farting loudly through horn.]
- [gasping.]
- [screaming.]
[Julien mumbling.]
An army of Morts? Could there be anything worse? - [Julien whimpering.]
- [female Julien.]
Oh! Only to be deprived of your company.
[growls.]
Ooh, sugarkins! [babbling.]
Stop! [screams.]
[both continue mumbling lovingly.]
[groaning in annoyance.]
- Oh.
- [crying.]
[crying loudly.]
Thank Frank you're alive! [continues crying.]
- You have to tell us what's going on.
- [mumbles unintelligibly.]
- [Clover screaming.]
How did this happen? - [exclaims.]
- [whimpering, crying.]
- Ugh! Listen, Timo, we are in deep doo-doo here.
- You see them? - [gasps.]
- [dance music playing.]
- Who's the king? We're the king! - Wait, what's the question? - [groans.]
I really should be trying to save my kingdom, but I just can't stop looking into your eyes.
Rawr! Rawr! - And, worse than that - [whimpering.]
If you can believe there's anything worse, there are thousands of Morts eating their way across the kingdom.
- [rumbling.]
- [Morts chanting.]
Mort! - [whimpering, groans.]
- I estimate we've got about twelve hours before they get to the village and the Baobab tree.
We need a way to stop them.
Okay, something clearly went wrong with my calculations.
There's only one lemur smart enough to help solve this conundrum.
Please, Timo, we're all friends here, you can just say me.
I'm, like, totally smart and stuff.
No hard sell needed here, my butterscotch unicorn.
- Grr! - Ooh! - Rawr! - Meow! Uh, I actually had another lemur in mind.
Uh, Smart Mort.
[whimpering.]
Mortimer, you drink this coffee right now and become Smart Mort.
Never! I don't like it when I'm smart.
It's icky! Come on, this is desperate, man.
- [Timo snorts.]
- Ah! - I'll let you file my toenails.
- Ooh! Ooh! And mine, you little elfin freak.
[gasps in excitement.]
Oh Okay! [screams.]
- Got him! - [grunting.]
- [groaning.]
- [grunting, screaming.]
- Okay, would you Just drink the - [screaming.]
No! Drink the coffee, Mort.
It's for the good of the kingdom.
- [growls.]
- [grunts.]
Ow! [blowing.]
[panting.]
Aww - [Julien vocalizing.]
- [Mort screaming.]
- We need Smart Mort! - [dripping.]
No! I I don't [hiccupping.]
[grunts.]
Quickly.
There's not a moment to lose.
To the Cove of Wonders! You've completely missed the point that every single quantum possibility inherent in the quantum wave function becomes a real possibility in some reality.
[mumbling mockingly.]
You make a point - Quantum.
Quantum.
Quantum.
- [giggling.]
- [both.]
Ooh! - Oy vey.
Of course, that's why they're all slightly different! Yes, quite.
You see, this isn't a cloning machine at all.
It's not? No, it's actually a dimensional doorway that pulled all the various Juliens from different universes in the multiverse.
Uh, logic police here, come out with your hands up.
[chuckling.]
See? I had a little badge made and everything.
But seriously, Smart Mort, what's the multiverse? Well, I happen to have a friend that can explain it all to you.
Take it away, Pineapple! [deep male voice.]
Hey, kids.
Pineapple here.
I'd like to have a special friend of mine explain the multiverse.
- Doctor Watermelon Bawking.
- [wheelchair squeaking.]
[robotic voice.]
Yo, what is up, my homies? I am here to drop some knowledge on you fools.
In theory, the multiverse is a set of infinite or finite possible universes.
I am talking worlds upon worlds here, dawg.
This is our universe.
- Well, hello there! [groans.]
- [smack.]
[Watermelon in robotic voice.]
Many parallel - or alternate universes - Yoo-woo-hoo! coexist with our own in every variation imaginable.
[Pineapple.]
I should know.
I owe a lot of money to fruits and vegetables across several different universes.
[Watermelon.]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Actually, I wasn't joking.
[Pineapple groans softly.]
[Watermelon.]
Ha-ha-ha.
Golly, the [chuckles.]
logic police can't argue with that.
Case closed.
- Now do you grasp the concept? - [Julien.]
Pst.
Hmm? [all giggling.]
[growling.]
I call him "Chunky Thighs McSnoogletush.
" [all laughing.]
- [Dumb Julien.]
I like to draw! - Humph.
[mumbles unintelligibly.]
Please, Your Majesty-sti-stieses This is important! Yes, Chunky Thighs McSnoogletush.
[giggles.]
- [sighs wearily.]
- It is far worse than you imagine.
When, I, in my usual state of ignorance, touched the controls with my buttocks "Buttocks.
" [blows raspberry.]
- [vocalizing.]
Buttocks! - [all laughing.]
I allowed the machinery to open to a universe populated with only hungry and destructive Morts.
- [rumbling.]
- [Morts chanting.]
Mort! Mort! [chanting continues.]
We got twelve hours before they eat their way to the heart of the kingdom, Smart Mort.
What do we do? We must send them back where they belong! Aw, snap! I was just going to say that.
I I totally was.
Handsome and smart! I know, right? [laughing.]
Ew.
- Meow, kitten.
- Ah! [female Julien giggling.]
Clover, you must raise an army and engage the Mort Horde in battle.
Buy us as much time as you can.
On it! Meanwhile, we will create a new dimensional portal and find a way to get all the Morts back where they belong.
But how? How will we corral all those Morts? I'm ashamed to admit it but one thing unites all the Morts across the multiverse.
The feet.
The thought of all those perfect piggies, those Oh, no, no! [shouts.]
No! [panting.]
[screams.]
The feet! So many feet! - [grunting.]
- [panting.]
[gulping, groaning.]
Huh? - Thank you.
- [all exclaim.]
Pardoning the pun, the feet are our "Achilles heel," if you will.
Which will lend itself nicely to our purpose.
Now, let us to work.
We all have much to do.
[female Julien giggling.]
- We are going up against a cunning foe.
- [all growling.]
And, I don't want any of you to hold back just because the Morts are kind of cute.
Yeah, cute my toot.
Forget those apples.
I've been looking forward to beating Mort with a stick for [sipping.]
Years.
Ah, me too.
And now's our chance.
I'm gonna use Horst's bolos.
Anyone else? - Anyone? - [groans.]
Hey, look, everybody.
I got bolos here.
- Bolos are cool! - [all cheering.]
[lemurs continue cheering.]
[motivational rock music playing.]
[electricity surging.]
[sighs.]
- No - [grunts.]
[clanging.]
[blowing.]
[panting.]
I blow! [blows.]
I blow! [blows.]
- [rumbling.]
- [Morts chanting.]
Mort! Mort! - [grunting with effort.]
- [rope creaking.]
- [mumbling unintelligibly, growls.]
- [whistles.]
[blowing.]
Those Morts are never gonna know what hit them.
- Shabooya! - Oh, look at us.
Finishing each other's - Sandwiches? - That's what I was gonna say, - my little kitten muffin.
- [sighs.]
I cannot wait for this to be over.
Morts! You go no further! An army? Determined to face me? Finally, a world worth destroying.
[laughs maniacally.]
Sound the horn! Call the Morts to battle.
[farting through horn.]
[exclaims in panic.]
- [both.]
Huh? - [exclaims.]
- [farting continues.]
- [exclaiming.]
Oh, I am finally looking forward to facing an enemy we can actually beat.
I know, right? They're just Morts.
How hard can it be? [chuckling.]
- [Morts chanting.]
Mort! Mort! - [drums beating.]
We come to fight We come to kill Today you die You surely will We are the Morts We are your doom We are the Morts We are the gloom We are the Morts We'll put you in your tomb! [shouts.]
Morts! [Morts.]
Aahu! Aahu! Aahu! Aahu! We are the Morts! We take no prisoners! We leave no survivors! Tonight, we dine upon the tears of our enemies! [growling, gasps.]
- [ground rumbling.]
- [screams.]
Morts! - [Morticus Khan groaning.]
- [Morts grunting.]
- [screaming.]
- [lemurs screaming.]
[lemur.]
Lemur power! [chanting.]
Mort! Mort! - [growling.]
- [lemurs groaning, screaming.]
[groans.]
- [chanting.]
Mort! Mort! - [screams.]
These are really aggressive Morts! [continues screaming.]
- There are Morts in my beverage! - [sips.]
No! No! [bawling.]
Little help, please? Got Morts all over me, man.
[exclaiming in horror.]
[chanting.]
Morts! Mort! - [chomping.]
- [screaming in pain.]
No! No! - [continues screaming.]
No! - [scratching.]
[Pineapple.]
I would like to bet on the Mort Horde.
They're clearly going to win.
[robotic voice.]
I will take that bet, you big loser.
- [Morts giggling.]
- [gasping.]
- [screaming.]
- [smacking.]
- [grunts.]
- [groaning.]
- [grunting.]
- [screaming.]
Yeah! [Morts.]
Hi.
Oh, you guys are just so adorable.
Really.
So cute.
Just couldn't possibly fight you.
- [snarling.]
- [gasps.]
- [screaming, groaning.]
- [smacking.]
[grunts, panting.]
The portal is finished.
Engage the ignition sequence, Timo.
Signal the Juliens to unleash the secret weapon.
Unleash! Unleash the beast! - [continues singing unintelligibly.]
- [laughing.]
[groans.]
Hey! We're gonna mess them little boogers up with this sick chariot.
- [flamenco music playing.]
- [mumbling in Spanish.]
Uh-huh-huh-huh.
If this is to be our final ride I am glad to be at your side.
- Ah! - [groaning.]
[grunts.]
That ain't so tough.
Watch this.
- [groaning.]
- [Julien singing.]
I'm really hoping that the Mort Horde just kills me.
- [grunting.]
- [Morts groaning, giggling.]
- [all chanting.]
Mort! Mort! - Come on, Julien, where are you? - [Clover screams.]
- [growling.]
[screaming, groaning.]
- [growling.]
- [groans.]
All will bow before me! Push, Mo-Mo! Push, Mo-Mo-Mo-Mo-Mo! Unleash! Unleash the beast! [shouting.]
Khan! Yeah, that's right.
I shouted your name really long.
For no real reason other than to let you know, in my kingdom, we bow to no Mort! - [grunts.]
- [Julien.]
Unleash the foot! - [chuckling.]
Foot! - [exclaims in surprise.]
[chomping, gasping.]
[all gasping.]
[Morts chanting.]
Feet! Feet! - [chanting continues.]
Feet! Feet! - [grunting with effort.]
We come to love We love the feet With the feet We are complete The feet are neat So very sweet Meeting the feet is such a treat! - [shouts.]
No! Do not follow the feet! - [footsteps clomping.]
- Be strong like me! - [Morts.]
Feet! We love the feet! - I can resist the feet! Stop! - [Morts chanting.]
Feet! Feet! - [Maurice grunting.]
- [Morts.]
Feet.
Feet, feet, feet, feet.
[panting.]
We come to love, we love the feet With the feet We are complete! [chuckles.]
Yes! Ah, I smell the unwashed masses of my kind.
Here they come! - [clomping.]
- [Morts chanting.]
Feet! Feet! [grunting, panting.]
- Jump for it, King Juliens! - [all grunting.]
[chanting.]
Feet! Feet! [chanting continues.]
Feet! Feet! [chanting stops.]
Am I right? Am I right? [screams.]
- [all gasp.]
- [Julien screaming.]
To the last! I grapple with the feet! The feet shall not defeat me! Now, you die, Julien.
- I shall wear your feet as a necklace! - [exclaims in horror.]
I will prove that I am the Khan! - [grunts.]
- [thuds.]
Hmm? [exclaims.]
Uh? Do not fret, King Julien, I have you! [grunts, screams.]
[grunting with effort.]
[Julien screaming, chuckling.]
[whirring loudly.]
We did it, Your Majest Majesties.
- Whoo! - [laughing.]
- [clattering.]
- [groans.]
If you will allow me, King Julien, we must return the other Juliens to their correct dimensions, in order to maintain the delicate balance of the multiverse.
Ah! Man! It's gonna hurt seeing my me-bros go, can't lie.
But then again, who am I to deny a vast majority of the multiverse the hotness that is me.
Uh, yes, quite, as you say.
Please make your goodbyes, good sir.
[chuckles.]
Farewell to all And all of you [both crying.]
We love, we leave We live a new - [groans.]
- I ate a bug! - [smack.]
- [mumbles unintelligibly.]
[whizzing.]
Adios.
[Julien sighs, groans.]
- [saxophone music playing.]
- I know you gotta go, but I don't know if I can say goodbye.
[stammering.]
- I just don't know - [shushing.]
Do not fret, my little love donkey.
[shouts.]
Hee-haw! I will always have you with me, whenever I look in the mirror.
[both mumbling.]
- Bye now.
Bye.
- [screams.]
- [kisses.]
- [gasps.]
I'm sorry, Your Majesty.
I just couldn't let you kiss her, man.
That's something I could never unsee.
[whirs loudly.]
Well, it is finished.
All is as it should be.
Well, almost.
I fear, I, too, must leave you.
There is a balance in our universe as well, and it dictates one thing.
- Hmm? - Hmm? Mort must simply be an idiot.
And not smart.
I bid you all farewell.
- [groaning loudly.]
- [thuds.]
Hi.
So, what'd I miss? [robotic voice.]
You lost the bet.
[Pineapple.]
I'll gladly pay you, but I seem to have misplaced my, uh wallet.
I am sick of your welching.
I cannot go anywhere with you.
[Pineapple.]
I don't know what you're talking about.
- Liar.
Liar.
- [exclaims.]
Hey! - Liar.
- Hey.
- Pay up.
Pay up.
- [smacking.]
- Pay up.
- Okay! - Pay up.
- That's enough.
I will have my revenge upon King Julien and all of Madagascar! [whimpering.]
[snarling.]