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Goodbyes can be bittersweet.
It seems like only 306 days ago,
we were snatched from our beloved Central Park Zoo,
and dumped here in... rustic Madagascar.
But now that we're leaving, seeing you all here,
it reminds us just how many friends we've made.
That's the greatest speech I've ever...!
Looks like the kid can't hold his sea water.
-Well, at least he showed up. -I don't get it.
It's not like Julien to miss a party.
Maybe for some people, saying goodbye is really hard.
Yeah, well, send him a postcard 'cause the wind's right on schedule.
Let's do this!
Can I have your attention? The redeye to New York is about to board.
We're going home for Christmas!
-Sandbags! -Check!
-Ropes! -Check!
-Snacks! -Check!
-It's working! -We did it!
It may not be pretty, but we headed to the city!
Candied yams from Sylvia's! That's what I want for Christmas.
I can't wait to get back to my hippo pool and that sweet smell of chlorine.
And I can't wait to see Dr. Maneesh, greatest chiropractor ever.
Me? I just wanna see the snow falling down on my beautiful city.
New York, here we come! What the...?
Look out!
Oh, no, no! No! This isn't happening!
Get off me! Get off me!
Guys, did you hear something?
-Cannibals! -Cannibals! Where?!
-Julien! -It's just the freaks.
Maurice, I thought they left already.
I hope we're still charging them rent.
-Mort, stop drumming already! -Sorry.
False alarm, everyone! Back into hiding. It was just a cruel hoax.
Hoax?! What kind of sick joke is this, huh?!
Sorry. We thought you were the Marauding Red Night Goblin.
The Marauding Red... What-nin?
Maurice...
Every year, on the 24th of Julianuary...
-Julianuary? -It's a festive holiday,
-named after His Majesty. -It starts with a red glow.
Then the air fills with the goblin's horrible, mocking laughter.
Then it pelts us with hundreds of black rocks!
Red Night Goblin! The Red Night Goblin's coming!
OK, I get it. It's Picking on the King Day.
Very funny.
You can stop now, Mort. I know it's you back there.
The Red Goblin!
-He's real! -What's happening?!
-Here, Julien. -Hide the women and precious metal!
Load the shooting thingy! Fire at the Goblin!
Lemurs down! You, you, take their places.
Aye, aye.
That's it! I surrender!
We're gonna die!
-Alex, do something! -All right, all right! All right.
You're going down, Red Night Marauding Goblin Guy!
I did it, everybody!
I did it!
Everyone, after the Goblin. Don't let him get away!
-Candy canes? -Presents?
-These rocks taste like coal. -Hang on a minute.
Alex, I think you just shot down...
Who's laughing now, Red Night Goblin?
I am. That's who.
Merry Madagascar!
-I shot down Santa. -You on the naughty list for sure, now.
-Is it safe? -Is what safe?
Are there more of you? How many? Tell me, are you a robot?
Maybe you have an army hidden inside of you. Talk to me, robot army.
-I am talking to you! -That tickles.
Look, everybody! It shakes like a bowl full of jelly!
-Hey, this is fun! -Stop it, Julien! That's Santa Claus!
-No wonder he throws coal at you. -Santa who?
Santa! Santa, you OK? I can't believe I'm talking to Santa Claus!
-I know. -Wait. Who's Santa?
What do you mean, "Who's Santa"? If you're not Santa, who are you?
My name is...
I can't remember.
Look, he's got another hat on.
He must have hit his head in the crash. Maybe he's got amnesia.
Oh, this is bad. This is... This is bad!
I've ruined Christmas for everybody. I've ruined Christmas for, like,
the whole world! Unless...
-Unless? -Team huddle.
This could work out great for everybody.
-Santa's head wound? -No, not his head wound.
Here's the plan: we find the sleigh, help Santa deliver the toys.
Then, on the way home, he drops us off in New York!
It's perfect! What do you guys think?
-I'm in! -OK.
Let's go find that sleigh.
They are just adorable! Alex, go talk to them. Go, go, go, go, go!
Hello, there, little reindeer.
You guys up for a little road trip? What do you say?
Back away! You don't know who you're dealing with.
Hey, no need to get psycho. They're just Santa's little...
-We meet again, South Polers. -North Polers.
OK, you guys know each other?
It's a cold war that dates back centuries.
You see, Santa used to be based in the South Pole.
This again? Santa chose North Pole, fair and square.
Please. They bribed him with candy canes and cheap elf labor.
That's it! Let's go!
On my command, kick him in the bells.
Wait, where's Private?
You're the most beautiful deer I've ever seen.
That's the sweetest thing any penguin has ever said to me.
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!
Guys, guys. Come on, it's Christmas. You know, the season of giving.
So, what do you say? Can you give us a ride?
Son of the gun, we're only allowed to take orders from Santa.
Why don't you ask your South Pole comrades to help?
I forget! They can't fly.
Merry Christmas down there, stuck on the land!
-Merry Christmas. -Cupid!
Great. There goes our lift home.
-We'll fly it. -Skipper, you're a penguin.
And those reindeer have, like, magical powers.
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.
Fat man, behold the beauty of a traditional Julianuary carol,
honoring... me.
-I like to... -Very nice.
-You like to... -All together.
We like to...
Move it!
I like to move it, move it
Santa?
I'm physically fit, physically fit Physically, physically, physically fit.
Incoming!
Alrighty, Santa. Time to big, big buddy.
I don't wanna go!
I just wanna shake my booty!
-Santa, buddy. You gotta stop dancing. -Santa!
I'll never go!
-What are we gonna do now? -It's not gonna be Christmas Eve,
for much longer. So either we go without Santa,
-or the world goes without Christmas. -That's right!
You made this mess. Now, we gotta clean it up.
-Yo, Skipper! Sparkle time! -All right, boys.
Tighten your harnesses and think happy thoughts.
Viva Las Vegas!
And everyone wept tears of joy for the miracle that was Baby Julien.
You see, fat man, Julianuary is about the joy of giving.
To me! Now, bring me the presents!
Merry Julianuary.
You remembered! Next one, please. Move it along.
Thank you, on behalf of His Majesty and merry Julianuary.
-How did you do that? -Beats me.
-Could you make one for me? -Merry Julianuary.
-I want one. -Me too.
Next.
Where's my presents?
What's going on over there?
Merry Julianuary!
-Merry Julianuary. -Merry Julianuary!
-Merry Julianuary. -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!
Lady and gentlemen, we are about to arrive at our first destination.
Canada is straight ahead.
OK, boys, let's take her down.
Flaps up.
Beaks down. Stay on target.
Stay on target!
What kind of landing was that?
Any landing you can walk away from is a good landing.
This is stupid, Marty. Can't we just use the front door?
Come on. How hard can it be? Melman, you're up!
-But I'm claustrophobic. -Yeah?
Now, you can be Santa Claustrophobic.
Now, dive, fool, dive, dive, dive!
Easy...
Guys? I'm stuck!
Hang in there, Melman! I'm coming!
-Melman, I'm right here! -I'm burning!
-You're not burning! -Help!
Thank you.
Don't leave me!
Alex, you still have the present!
Dash away, boys. Dash away!
-What...? No, wait! -Hang on!
I got you, Melman!
Way to drop the ball, you hippie freak.
Me? Melman lost it in the chimney.
Calm down. It's a small town, there's only a couple more houses.
-Let's not freak out. -Oh, yeah?
Can we freak out now?!
OK, here's the plan.
We head to the nearest post office and we just dump the gifts.
-That's a plan. -I need stamps, anyway.
Skipper, get us to the nearest post office.
In New York.
Well, looks like our coffee break.
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!
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!
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.
Skipper, progress report.
Only 152 cities left to go.
Skipper, look!
-New York! -It's still here!
-It's still beautiful! -And it's still gonna be here,
when we're done!
All right, New York, let's do this!
On the 88th day of Julianuary,
my true love sent to me,
a great, big present for me,
Oh, Amelia. Did you ever feel like you're just wasting away?
This is the worst Julianuary ever.
-King Julien? -Hello.
Haven't you heard of knocking? I could have been naked in here.
I'm sorry if I ruined your Julianuary.
I don't understand.
I have all the presents. Why do I feel so empty inside?
I don't know. But back there,
when we were all giving presents to each other,
it was pretty good.
Hey! Why don't you give one to your girlfriend Amelia over there.
-I bet she'd like it. -No, she's not my girlfriend.
I don't want to. OK, fine, I'll do it! Keep your chubby hands off.
Here, Amelia. Merry Julianuary.
Look at the smile on Amelia.
Making her feel good, makes me feel good.
Kind of warm and tingly on the inside.
Like pinworms! Come, fat man!
We must share with the world what I have discovered!
We did it.
Every single present delivered and accounted for.
Goodbye, empty bags. Hello, New...
No! There's still a few left in this one!
No. No! No more! I can't take it.
I'll throw it in the river. It'll be like we never saw them.
Give me that.
Wait, they're... they're for us.
-What? -Melman.
-Really? -Marty.
-Get out of here. -Alex! And me!
No way! Candied yams from Sylvia's!
And they're still hot! They're still hot.
An inflatable hippo pool? And chlorine?!
Oh, yeah. That's the stuff.
Dr. Maneesh's neck massager!
-What'd you get, Alex? -Snow falling down,
on my beautiful city. How did he know?
That's why Santa's Santa. The big man's got some talent.
We can't leave him back there dancing around with that bump on his head.
-We gotta go back and help him. -The good news is there's enough,
sparkly stuff to get us back to Madagascar.
-Is there bad news? -Only enough to get to Madagascar.
Put it back!
So it's Madagascar or... home?
There she is, fellas!
Maybe next Christmas, New York. Skipper, full speed ahead!
This is the life.
It says, "To Mort. Happy Julianuary.
Love, King Julien."
A coconut! Thank you, King Julien!
OK, boys, let's take her down.
We just lost one of our engines!
I thought you said there was enough sparkly stuff to get us there!
-I did. -Then what happened?
I was wrong!
Red Night Goblin! The Red Night Goblin's coming!
Come on, Private. Think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.
The Red Night Goblin's attacking again!
Brace for impact!
Oh, no.
He's alive!
Where am I? The children. The presents!
-He got his memory back. -Terrible crisis, Santa!
The South Polers stole sleigh for joyride!
-Now, Christmas is ruined! -What?!
That's an outright Christmas lie with all the trimmings.
Yeah, Christmas isn't ruined. We delivered everything.
it's the truth. Santa, the South Polers saved Christmas.
Cupid, stay out of this!
I grow tired of your reindeer games.
We want to be... bipolar.
Son of the gun.
-So you really delivered all the gifts? -It's the least we could do.
And you even found Liechtenstein?
Liechety-what?
Oh, chestnuts! Those children will be up any minute now!
-This way, Santa. -But there's no sparkly stuff left.
I'll use the reserve tank then.
-Oh, reserve tank. -Hey, Santa, wait!
-My friends and I... -Thank you all for everything!
-Santa, wait! -If that sleigh leaves,
and you're not with Santa, you'll regret it.
-Farewell, Private. -We'll always have Madagascar!
-Santa! -Wait!
And Julien, you're officially off the naughty list!
What? You can't take me off the naughty list.
I am the naughty list!
What's the naughty list?
Merry Christmas!
Well, looks like Santa's back in business.
And we're back in Madagascar.
And you know what? We're gonna have the best Christmas ever.
Right here!
This'll get me back on the naughty list. Coconut ball fight!
All right, let's give these babies a spin.
I can't stop! I can't stop!
Rockefeller Center ain't got nothin' on this!
Well, we may not have gotten home for Christmas,
but we got snow!
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
-It's not snow! It's not snow! -See, Marty? It's not what you get.
-It's what you give. -Give it a rest!
I'm so naughty. Mort, you're next!
Alex, you OK?
Who's Alex?
Merry Christmas and happy Julianuary, everybody!