Skorka! / Tagged

[bell tolls] [brassy detective music] ♪ ♪ - HIT IT. ♪ HEY-OH, YAH, HAH ♪ ♪ OH, HEY-OH ♪ YEAH. ♪ HEY-OH ♪ ♪ YEAH, OH-HEY-OH ♪ ♪ ♪ [camera shutter clicks] - CUTE AND CUDDLY, BOYS. [suspenseful instrumental music] ♪ ♪ [chanting together] PENGUIN, PENGUIN, MAKE A WISH-Y. SOMETHING SCALY, COLD, AND SQUISHY. HOW'S ABOUT A TASTY FISHY? WHAT KIND DO YOU EAT? - CATFISH. - OH! - ALBACORE. - OW! - SNAPPER. - [grunts] - FISH. - OOH! [together] AND DON'T FORGET THE GRENADE. - HWAK! - AHH! boom! - AND THAT SETTLES THAT. PRIVATE, YOU'RE ON AREA RECON DUTY. - WHAT? ALONE? ALL NIGHT? - AND WITH POTENTIAL ENEMIES ON ALL SIDES. IT'S A SOLDIER'S PARADISE. - CAN I BRING SNACKS? - ALL RIGHT. DEAL. - [clapping] YIPPEE. - BUT NOTHING SUGARY. A RECON MAN NEEDS FOCUS, DISCIPLINE. THE SWEET STUFF GOES STRAIGHT TO THE BRAIN. - WHY, YES. OF COURSE. MUST BE CAREFUL OF BRAIN. [titters] OKAY, LEAVING NOW. DON'T WAIT UP. [whimpers softly] FOCUS. DISCIPLE. THEN A LITTLE REWARD. MMM. FOCUS. DISCIPLINE. DISCIPLINE. FOCUS. OH, MAYBE JUST ONE MORE PEANUT BUTTER WINKY. TOO MUCH SUGAR. WHAT DOES SKIPPER KNOW ABOUT SUGAR? I LIKE SUGAR. I'M THE BEST RECON MAN EVER. I SEE A FIRE ENGINE! [imitates siren] ARRR! I'M A PIRATE. WOW, A CATERPILLAR! MY NAME BACKWARDS IS "ETAVIRP." [laughs] WHAT'S A "VIRP"? IS IT SUGAR? I LOVE SUGAR! WHOO! WHOO-OO-HOO! WHOO! WHOO! WHOO! [binoculars chirrup] WHAT? NO! NO, THAT-- THAT CAN'T BE. IT MUST BE SUGAR PLAYING TRICKS ON MY EYES. OUT, SUGAR, OUT! OW, OW, OW! AH, MUCH BETTER. [binoculars chirrup] OH, DEAR. I REALLY SHOULD TELL SOMEONE ABOUT THIS. AHHHHH! NO ONE IS SAFE! THE END IS NEAR! AHHHHH! [all mutter sleepily] - WHAT IN THE NAME OF GANDHI'S NUNCHUCKS? - AHHHHH! - HIT THE SNOOZE. - AHHHHH! - WHAT'S GOING ON? - NO ONE IS SAFE! AHHHHH! THE END IS NEAR! - STATUS REPORT, PRIVATE. WHAT'S OUT THERE? WHAT DID YOU SEE? - AHHHHH! slap! IT WAS...AN ORCA. [thunder claps] - OOH, THE KILLER WHALE, DEADLIEST PREDATOR IN THE SEA. - YEAH, THAT'S GONNA BE A REAL PROBLEM... IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ZOO! - BA-DA-BAM, MEETING OVER. - NO, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. THIS ORCA WAS GIGANTIC. AND IT-- IT CAME FROM THE SKY. [all gasp] honk! - A SKY ORCA? - A "SKORCA"? THAT IS WHAT THE COOL PEOPLE WILL CALL IT NOW, BECAUSE WE TAKE TWO WORDS, AND WE MAKE THEM ONE, WHICH IS SO HIP, YOU KNOW? SKORCA! [yelps] WHO CAN BE SAFE FROM THE TERROR THAT SWIMS THE SKIES? NOBODY. ALL WHO AGREE PLEASE VOTE BY GETTING PANICKY...NOW. [all screaming and jabbering] [bell tolling heavily] - I'LL CATCH YOUR SKORCA... CATCH HIM AND SERVE HIM STRAIGHT UP ON THE BARBIE, FOR THE RIGHT PRICE. [all talking at once] - I DON'T THINK SO. WE'LL ELIMINATE THIS FLYING SEA DEMON, AND WE'LL EVEN DO IT FOR FREE. COME ON, BOYS. - FOR FREE? [chuckles] WHAT GOOD IS ANYTHING IF IT IS NOT VERY EXPENSIVE? OKAY, PEOPLES, YOUR KING HAS HEARD YOUR BABY-OUS SQUEALS FOR HELP, AND HE, ME, WHICH IS I, THE KING, AM TAKING THE CONTROLS OF THIS CRISIS. MAURICE! GIVE THE HOPPER THE THING, WHATEVER HE WANTS. - [grumbles] - ALL RIGHT, MEN, WE'VE GOT AN AIRBORNE PREDATOR. KOWALSKI, BATTLE PLANS. RICO, WEAPON. - HWAK! HWAK! HWAK! HWAK! - PRIVATE, I WANT FULL DETAILS ON-- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR CHIN? WERE YOU HIT? - NO, IT'S NOTHING. - JUST CALM DOWN. LET ME SEE. STICKY... SUGAR STICKY. - UH, YES. SEE, ABOUT THAT... - PEANUT BUTTER WINKY. - OKAY, I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. "PRIVATE ATE TOO MUCH SUGAR, AND NOW HE'S DREAMED UP SOME FLYING WHALE THAT DOESN'T EVEN EXIST." - WOW, THAT IS WHAT I'M THINKING. - SUGAR DREAMS AND MIND READING POWERS. HOW MANY WINKIES DID YOU EAT? - SKIPPER. - THIS WASN'T JUST SOME SUGAR DREAM. THAT ORCA, IT WAS REAL. - AND WE WANT TO BELIEVE YOU, PRIVATE, BUT COMPARE THE EVIDENCE. - ON THE SUGARY SUGAR SIDE, WE'VE GOT EMPTY SNACK CAKE WRAPPERS AND YOUR OWN UPSET TUMMY. - MM. [stomach rumbles] UH-HUH. [stomach growls] AHA! - ON THE SKORCA SIDE, NOTHING--LESS THAN NOTHING. KOWALSKI, WHAT'S A NUMBER LESS THAN NOTHING? - UH, NEG-FINITY. - BUT MAYBE HE MOVED. MAYBE HE'S EVEN COMING THIS WAY. - HEY, WE MAY ALREADY BE A WINNER. - [laughs] - WINKY...WINKY... WINKY! THAT'S A FREE BOX! - [gasps] THERE! LOOK! I SEE THE SKORCA! [together] WHERE? - IT WAS RIGHT OVER THERE. - OH! THE CONTEST ALREADY EXPIRED. - OF ALL THE BAD LUCK. - SKORCA! [frantically] YOU--YOU MISSED IT. - WHAT'S YOUR DIAGNOSIS, KOWALSKI? - ACUTE IMAGINOSIS OF THE FIGHTY BONE. WORSE CASE I'VE EVER SEEN. - IS THERE ANY CURE? - WELL, THE SUGAR SHOULD WEAR OFF IN LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES. - THAT'S FIVE TOO MANY. GIVE ME RESULTS, MAN. - OKAY, THE SKORCA IS A PRETEND CREATURE, THEREFORE IF WE PRETEND TO DEFEAT IT, THAT SHOULD CURE PRIVATE'S SUGAR-STOKED FANTASIES. - IMAGINARY COMBAT. I LIKE IT. ALL RIGHT, MEN, INITIATE OPERATION SCAREDY-PANTS...NOW. - IT'S HERE. SKORCA AHOY, SKIPPER! - ENGAGE! [all grunting aggressively] - SKIPPER? YOU'RE ALL JUST PRETENDING. - [monotone] AH! WHOA, MAMA. IT'S GOT ME. OH, BOY. - RE-ENGAGE. [all grunting aggressively] - THEY DON'T BELIEVE ME. I GUESS IT'S UP TO ME TO STOP THE SKORCA. [harp glissando] IF I DON'T COME BACK, KNOW THAT I'VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU. [kisses] MMM, NUTTY. [adventurous music] [all grunting aggressively] - HUH? - LOOKS LIKE PRIVATE'S GOT IT EVEN WORSE THAN WE THOUGHT. PURSUE AND RESTRAIN, BOYS. [binoculars whistle] - TARGET SIGHTED. - [yelps] - STAND DOWN, SOLDIER. WE'RE ONLY HERE TO HELP. - YOU COULD HELP BY BELIEVING ME. - I WISH I COULD, PRIVATE, BUT THERE'S JUST NO SUCH THING AS A GIANT, FLYING ORCA. [faint cheering] WHY ARE THE HUMANS SCREAMING? [people cheering excitedly] KOWALSKI, ANALYSIS. - THEY APPEAR TO BE TOO SCARED TO MOVE, SCREAMING THROUGH TWISTED, FROZEN SMILES AT SOME UNSEEN YET TERRIFYING-- HMM. ODD. I DON'T REMEMBER A FORECAST OF SUDDEN, GIANT, ORCA-SHAPED... SHADOWS! OH, SWEET MERCY! - [choked scream] - [screams] - MOTHER MATAHARI, IT'S REAL! SORRY. - SORRY. - SORRY. - IT'S OKAY. WE HAVE TO GET TO HIGHER GROUND, ATTACK FROM ABOVE. - YOU HEARD THE MAN. MOVE, MOVE, MOVE. - AND LEADING OFF THE NEW YORK BALLOON PARADE FOR THE SIXTH YEAR, IT'S YIN-YANG THE WONDER WHALE. - WELL, YIN-YANG HAD SOME TECHNICAL OOPSIES, BUT AFTER A TRIAL RUN LAST NIGHT, HE'S UP AND SWIMMING FOR FUN. - I GUESS ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, EH, JILLY? - [both chuckle] - MOVE IT, YA BLUDGERS, OR I'LL RIP YOUR ARM OFF TO SCRATCH MY GIANT ORCA. BACK OFF MY SKORCA! - GO, JUMPY ONE! DEFEAT THE SKORCA DEMON AND HIS COSTUMED MINIONS. - THAT GUY'S WORTH EVERY PENNY. - YOU SEE, MAURICE, WHERE ARE THE "FIGHT FOR FREE" PENGUIN TYPES NOW? [dreamy Muzak playing] ♪ ♪ [adventurous music] - ORCA! - SKIPPER, THE CREATURE APPEARS TO HAVE SOME SORT OF BLUBBERY FORCE FIELD. ALSO... WHEE-HEE-HEE! - THAT'S THE BOUNCE OF PURE EVIL, GENTLEMEN. RICO, GRENADE ME. - HWAK! - DUCK! boom! - MY CAR! - EXPLOSIVES ARE USELESS. WE'LL HAVE TO GO FIN TO FIN. [all grunting] - OI, PENGUINS! THAT FISH IS MINE! [grunts] - WHOA-HO-HO, THE EXCITEMENT IS GIVING ME THE TINGLIES. MAURICE, SCRATCH ME HERE TILL THE TINGLIES GO AWAY. - [grumbles softly] [all grunting] - IT'S NOT WORKING, SKIPPER. HIS SHIELDS ARE IMPENETRABLE. - WE HAVE TO KEEP FIGHTING. THERE'S NO ONE ELSE WHO CAN STOP IT. - HWAH! - AHHH! - MANIAC! CAN'T YOU SEE WE SHARE THE SAME ENEMY? - JOEY DON'T SHARE. [crowd oohs] [crowd cheers] - OH! I'VE PENETRATED THE SHIELD. [air hisses] AHHHH! [crowd screaming] [crowd cheers] [all gasp] - PRIVATE! - AHHHH! - NOOO! - [sobbing] - [blubbers] - HIS NAME WAS PRIVATE. HE WAS THE BRAVEST LITTLE TRUTH TELLER WE'LL EVER KNOW. THE BOY SAVED US ALL, AND HOW DID WE REPAY HIM? BY TELLING HIM THERE WAS NO SKORCA. - ACTUALLY, SKIPPER, YOU WERE RIGHT. AS OF TODAY, THERE IS NO SKORCA. [animals cheer] - WELL DONE, PRIVATE, WELL DONE. - [sighs] A FLYING ORCA-- IT'S LIKE OUR WORST NIGHTMARE BROUGHT TO LIFE. - INTERESTING THEORY. THEN WHOSE NIGHTMARE IS THE GIANT WAFFLE CONE SUNDAE? - OH! FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES! HOW CAN WE BE SAFE FROM TWO-SCOOPULA, THE ICE CREAM THAT WALKS LIKE A MAN? - BLEH! - AH, YES, THAT WOULD DO IT. [dramatic orchestral music] ♪ ♪ [festive string music] ♪ ♪ clunk! squeak! - [grunts] - MAURICE, FETCH ME THE ROYAL THERMOMETER. - THE THERMOMETER SAYS... - COLD. - WE MUST ASK THE SKY SPIRITS TO TURN THIS FREEZY WIND TOASTY. OH, GREAT SKY SPIRITS-- [wind howls] - MAYBE YOU SHOULD SAY, "PRETTY PLEASE"? - [gasps] THE ROYAL FEET ARE FROSTBITED. clink, clink, clink! [grunting] - KOWALSKI, GIVE ME SOME OPTIONS FOR EVENING OUT THESE FIERCE TANS. - I SUGGEST A 180-DEGREE HORIZONTAL AXIS ROTATION. - RIGHT. ON MY MARK...FLIP. [wind howls] - SO, DOCTOR, YOU'RE STUDYING PENGUINS. - [stodgily] YES, IT'S MY PROFESSION AND MY PASSION. I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW VALUABLE IT WILL BE TO OBSERVE THEM UNDER THESE HARSH AND UNFORGIVABLE... - WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR ROOT BEER. [tropical music] ♪ ♪ - PREPARE TO GET SERVED, BOYS. - [whistles] [dramatic music] - LET ME KNOW IF YOU SEE ANYTHING...WEIRD. - WEIRD HOW? bonk! bounce, bounce! - YOU'LL KNOW IT IF YOU SEE IT, DOC. - WOW, THEY REALLY ARE AMAZING CREATURES. A WIND CHILL OF 30 BELOW, AND LOOK AT THEM, LOVING IT. - [strained] CUTE AND CUDDLY, BOYS. CUTE AND CUDDLY. - [mumbles] - SKIPPER, HOW C-C-COLD IS IT? - K-K-KOWALSKI? - [stammering] I CAN'T SAY FOR CERTAIN, BUT I'D PUT THE OVER-UNDER AT MINUS 17 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT... ding, ding, ding! THE FREEZING POINT OF SNOT. - I'VE LOST ALL FEELING IN ME LEFT CHEEK. - THAT'S MY CHEEK, PRIVATE, AND IT'S THE RIGHT ONE. BUT DON'T WORRY. THIS JOKER CAN'T LAST MUCH LONGER. I STAND CORRECTED. - [yelps softly] I DON'T THINK HE'S BUYING IT. - YOU GOT TO SELL IT, PRIVATE. IT'S TIME TO TURN UP THE HEAT. [adventurous music] ♪ ♪ [dreamy classical music] [walkie-talkie crackles] - [grunts] THIS VAPOR RIG SHOULD INCREASE THE STEAM OUTPUT BY 700%, RAISING TEMPERATURES ALL OVER THE ZOO. [steam hisses] [together] AHH. [steam hisses] - AHH. [steam hisses] - AHH. - OUTSTANDING. - I JUST NEED TO ADD A COOLING LINE TO PREVENT THE PRESSURE FROM-- - EMERGENCY, ALPHA. EMERGENCY, ALPHA. EMERGENCY! ALICE! - GOT YA! I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU BIRDS GO, BUT YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE NOW. - YES, IT IS ESSENTIAL THAT THEY STAY IN THE STUDY AREA. - SKIPPER. - DON'T SWEAT IT, PRIVATE. BETTER MEN THAN THIS GUY HAVE TRIED TO MAKE ME TALK. HELP. [electronic beeping] - THERE! LOCKDOWN! GOOD LUCK, DOC. - NOT SO BAD. KIND OF FLASHY, ACTUALLY. WHAT ARE THEY? - AH, ELECTRONIC TRACKING DEVICES. OUR EVERY MOVE WILL BE MONITORED. - THAT AIN'T GONNA FLY. NO ONE CAN KNOW WHERE WE ARE AT ALL TIMES--NOT EVEN US. RICO, HACKSAW ME. - HWAK! - SKIPPER, HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE TO SAW THROUGH THE BRACELETS? - THE BRACELET? I WAS JUST GONNA SAW OFF MY FOOT. BUT MAYBE YOU'RE ONTO SOMETHING THERE, PRIVATE. - NO! TAMPER-RESISTANT LINING. YOU'LL BREAK THE CIRCUIT AND SOUND THE ALARM. - WELL, BOYS, LOOKS LIKE WE GOT US A WAITING GAME. - I'M AFRAID WE CAN'T AFFORD TO WAIT, SKIPPER. WE LEFT THE FURNACE ROOM BEFORE I HAD A CHANCE TO INSTALL THE COOLING UPGRADE. WITHOUT IT, THE INTERNAL STEAM PRESSURE WILL BUILT UNTIL... - [deep voice] KABOOM. - OH, DEAR. plop! - HOW LONG? - TWO HOURS, FOUR MINUTES, UNLESS WE GET DOWN THERE AND FINISH THE JOB. - BUT WHAT ABOUT THE SCIENTIST? DON'T YOU THINK HE'LL NOTICE IF ANY OF US TRY TO LEAVE? [alarm bleeping] [camera shutter clicking] - AFFIRMATIVE. [alarm bleeping] - WHERE DID THEY GO? - [puffing] - WE MUST THANK THE SKY SPIRITS FOR PROVIDING THE WARM COZINESS WE ARE NOW EXPERIENCING. IF THERE IS EVER ANYTHING I CAN DO, ANYTHING AT-- OW. - THERE'S SOMETHING WE NEED TO YOU TO. - YOU OFFERED. - UH, HI. HOWDY. SKY SPRIT? I... [chuckles] I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD SOUND A LITTLE LIKE A TESTY PENGUIN. - CLAM UP, AND LISTEN TO ME. - A LOT LIKE A TESTY PENGUIN, ACTUALLY. - YOUR KINGDOM IS GONNA BLOW UP IN 1 HOUR AND 47 MINUTES. - OOH. A VENGEFUL SKY SPIRIT. - IT'S ME, SKIPPY, YOU IDI-- ALL RIGHT, JUST LISTEN TO THE PLAN. - OH! ARE YOU SURE THIS IS THE PLACE? IT'S VERY...STEAMY. - LISTEN UP, RINGTAIL. YOU HAVE 1 HOUR AND 12 MINUTES TO INSTALL THAT COOLING DEVICE. - IS THIS INCLUDING LUNCH, COFFEE-BREAKING, AND THE ROYAL SIESTA? - [sighs] KOWALSKI IS GONNA WALK YOU THROUGH IT STEP-BY-STEP, SO DO EXACTLY WHAT HE SAYS. - I AM ROYALTY. I CANNOT BE TOLD EXACTLY WHAT TO DO. - WELL, HOW ABOUT YOU ORDER KOWALSKI TO TELL YOU EXACTLY WHAT TO DO. - YEAH, OKAY, THAT WILL WORK. - CAW-CAW! UHH-EEE! [makes blubbering sound] - PRIVATE, RICO, REPORT. - I THINK THE SCIENTIST IS GETTING SUSPICIOUS. - ENOUGH WITH THE SMOKE AND MIRRORS. WE NEED TO START ACTING LIKE PENGUINS. - BUT WE ONLY KNOW THE SMILE-AND-WAVE ROUTINE. WHAT ELSE TO PENGUINS DO? - I DON'T HAVE THE FAINTEST. [low rumbling] - [yelping] pop! YAY, I'M A WRENCH! - OKAY, THE COOLING UNIT IS IN PLACE. - LISTEN CAREFULLY, IF YOU OPEN THE LOWER CASING, YOU SHOULD SEE SEVEN DIFFERENT KNOBS: RED, CRIMSON, SCARLET, BRICK, CARDINAL, RUBY, AND ROSE. MAKE ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN THAT YOU TWIST ONLY THE SCARLET ***, OR IT'S BYE-BYE ZOO. - [gulps] - PRIVATE, WE NEED SOME PENGUIN MATERIAL PRONTO. - OKAY, TRY SCRATCHING THE GROUND AND BOBBING YOUR HEADS. NOW TAKE A RUNNING START, FLAP YOUR WINGS, AND LEAP UP IN THE AIR AND FLY AWAY! - OH, WAIT, THAT'S PIGEONS. - [louder rumbling] - [chuckles nervously] EENIE MEENIE MINIE-- - WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME. HAVE YOU TWISTED THE ***? REMEMBER, ONLY THE SCARLET ***. - AH! WHERE WAS I? - "MOE." - ARE YOU EYEBALLS SEEING THIS COLOR AS SCARLET, OR IS THIS BRICK? - IN THIS LIGHT, THAT MIGHT BE CRIMSON. - CRIMSON? THEN WHICH IS THE RUBY? - DO I LOOK LIKE AN INTERIOR DECORATOR? THEY'RE ALL RED. JUST TWIST THE ***! - [whimpers] - PRIVATE, IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY? - YES, IT'S CRITICAL TO MAINTAINING SOCIAL ORDER WITHIN THE FLOCK. YOU PREEN RICO FIRST, AND THEN HE'LL DO YOU. [loud rumbling] - [whimpering nervously] [both chuckle goofily] [continues whimpering] - HEY! - ALL RIGHT, YEAH! - I DID IT. YAY! [squeaking] [clattering and rumbling] - MM? - HUH? - UH, HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING, WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF WE INSTALLED THAT COOLING UNIT THING, I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE ONTO THE AIR CONDITIONING SYSTEM INSTEAD OF THE FURNACE? - THAT WOULD CREATE A CHAIN PRESSURE REACTION THAT WOULD TAKE OUT HALF THE CITY. WHY? - OH, NO REASON. - THE ONLY WAY TO STOP IT WOULD BE TO OPEN THE MAIN WATER VALVE AND FLOOD THE WHOLE PLACE. - WAIT, COULD YOU REPEAT THAT LAST PART, ABOUT STOPPING IT? - FLOOD THE WHOLE PLACE. - [all screaming] - WE HAVE TO GET DOWN THERE. - SKIPPER, WE CAN'T. - ALICE WOULD HAVE US IN NETS BEFORE WE COULD GET TO THEM. - YAGH! - IT'S UP TO THE LEMURS NOW. - THE LEMURS? - AH, PREENING. [rumbling, breaking glass] [thudding] - AH! - WE HAVE TO FIND THAT WATER MAIN. WHOO! LOOK OUT! IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO EASE UP THE PRESSURE. - SO START FINDING IT, RIGHT NOW. boom! [gasps] MORT, NOW IS THE TIME FOR YOU TO START VOLUNTEERING A LITTLE BIT. - [yelps] - VERY WELL, I GUESS THAT LEAVES-- ME? [yelping nervously] [cracks knuckles] [sighs] AHH! clang! [chuckles] [grunting] chomp, chomp! squeak! [yelping] - MALE PENGUINS NOW EXHIBITING BIZARRE MATING DANCE RITUAL. [deep rumbling] HUH? boom! - THEY DID IT! NICE GOING, RINGTAIL. - MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. OVER, UNDER, AND OUT. [soft rumbling] [farting sound] - SORRY ABOUT THIS, DOC. THERE IS SOME MALFUNCTION IN THE CENTRAL FURNACE. - DON'T WORRY. I'VE ALREADY COMPILED MORE THAN ENOUGH DATA. [applause] AND I ALSO DISCOVERED A NEW METHOD OF PENGUIN COMMUNICATION: THE "UP HIGH." THIS IS THE "DOWN LOW." FOLLOWED BY THE "TOO SLOW."