Sync by honeybunny www.addic7ed.com
Combat driving drills.
Now, this is where we separate the adults migratory males
from the hatchlings.
♪ Ba-ba-ba-bing, bup-bup-bup-baah ♪
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Private, what was that?
Just observing the rules of the road, Skipper.
That is no way to treat nitro-charged,
fuel-injected, motorized mayhem.
Out of the car.
Kowalski, show him how it's done.
Let's see, fuel tank: Adequate.
Tire pressure: Optimal.
Altitude: 40 feet above sea level.
Minimized freeways...
Get out of the car.
Rico, take the wheel.
Vrroom, vroom-vroom-vroom.
Now, pay attention.
See how a real penguin drives.
Whoo-hoo!
That maniac sure loves to rip up the road.
Whoo!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Yeah.
Ee-yaaah.
Heh-hehhh.
All right, wrap it up, Rico.
Ohhh.
And no, you can't have
just one more spin around the block.
Please.
That and your baby blues won't cut it tonight, soldier.
Lights out in ten.
Oh, hello, Rico.
I was just labeling some of my inventions:
The neuroneutralizer,
the duotronic laser targeting system,
and the spectrodemagnitizer.
At least I think that's what these labels say.
Hard to tell when you can't read.
Lights out, boys.
Coming, Skipper.
Bye-bye.
Aww, come here.
Smack!
Rico.
Huh? What?
Baahh!
Oof!
Don't even think about it, Rico.
Aww.
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah.
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Yeow!
Huh?
Maurice, who is disturbing my royal rest?
Who?
Ohh, is it the penguin in the car?
Because I think it might be the penguin in the car.
Um, can I go back to bed now?
No, I demand you punish him... Savagely.
And exactly just how am I supposed to punish him?
I mean, you know, other than doing that,
which I totally just did.
Whoa, nice, Maurice.
I don't know how you did it, but I like the results.
My pleasure.
Okay, back to sleepytime, everyone.
Nighty-night.
Augh!
Smack!
Sorry.
Arrgh, mm.
Ack!
Up and at 'em, boys.
Oh-ho, looks like someone
forgot his bright eyes and bushy tail.
Well, some more time behind the wheel
will put a little skip in your step, right, Rico?
Uh, yeah.
Today's challenge:
Navigate around the zoo in a clockwise direction.
Simple enough.
Ah, making only counterclockwise turns.
Ooh, curve.
That ante is upped.
Rico, you're up.
Whoa!
Heh-heh.
Hmm.
Whoa!
Ah-ha-ha-ha.
Ah! Oh! Ah! Ohh!
Is he doing it right, Skipper?
Well, Rico's never one to do things by the book.
Ah! Ah! Augh! Ahh!
Oh, no.
Oy!
If I didn't know better,
I'd say that car's got it in for Rico.
Oh, private, there you go anthropomorphizing
the inanimate again.
Well, that's a lot of egghead jibber-jabber, Kowalski.
That still doesn't tell me why the car would be mad at Rico.
I mean, it's not like he secretly totaled the car
and hastily slapped it back together
to cover his heinous crime, right?
Right...Ow!
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Ta-da, sorry.
Heh... Heh-heh-heh.
Cuckoo.
Gaah-ha-ha!
Waah-ha-ha!
Whew.
Ahhhh!
No, no, Doris.
Kowalski must never know.
Uh, Rico?
Oogie-boogie, vroom-vroom.
Beg your pardon?
Oogie-boogie, vroom-vroom.
What is it, boy?
Our car is...Haunted?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Anthropomorphizing with the added twist
of supernatural possession.
Preposterous.
Actually, Rico may be onto something.
Our auto's gone loco.
But that's impossible.
It's worse than that.
It's unauthorized,
and that doesn't fly in this unit.
Silent as a grave, Skipper.
The beast knows we're after it.
The hunter has become the prey.
Again, Skipper, the car is not alive.
It can't think or...
Kowalski, don't ruin the moment
with your jibber-jabber.
Besides, if it's not alive,
then how do you explain its brutal behavior.
Based on available data, I...Can't.
Yeah, jibber-jabber your way out of that.
The beast.
Eep.
We move silent, and we move fast.
Ahh!
Oh!
Ugh.
Ahh!
Distraction scenario: Go.
Yoo-hoo, demon car.
Oh!
You don't have the guts to take me on.
Though I know you cannot understand me,
I am talking to you anyway.
Augh!
That thing really is targeting Rico, isn't it?
It's more demon than car now.
Rico.
Baah! Ahh!
Look, Rico, we're gonna find that r,
and we're gonna throttle its engine.
In the meantime, you can stay here
safe and sound on our island.
Okay.
No, really, Rico, you're safe here.
Uh-huh.
Seriously, you are.
Yeah.
Okay, listen up, soldier.
I order you to be reassured by my words.
Now, on my mark, feel safe.
Mark.
All right.
Augh!
Rico.
Augh! Augh! Auuugh!
Rico!
Argh!
Baah!
There's no stopping that monster.
Men, launch me.
- But, Skipper. - No "buts."
Listen to the sounds of that crazy,
frightened penguin chased by a deranged roadster.
Somebody's got to do something.
Gentlemen, I'm that somebody.
Now, launch me.
Leave me soldier alone.
Ahh! Ow!
Ahhhh.
Ugh! Oof! Mm!
Arrgh.
Rico, what are you doing?
Take cover.
Hide, or that thing will cream you.
Arrgh.
No, it's nitro-charged!
Augh!
Ah!
Bleh!
That was a brave thing you did, soldier.
Still, I'm going to miss that evil, evil car.
I wonder what made it behave so...Evily.
I guess we'll never know.
Wait just a nanosecond.
This is my duotronic laser-guided targeting system.
So?
So despite my remarkable efficiency,
I haven't installed it yet.
Hey, how did that get in there?
I...Um...Vroom-vroom.
Screeeech, ka-blam.
You secretly took the car out for a spin, smashed it up,
panicked, and hastily slapped it back together?
Um...Yep.
Well, Rico, in your haste, you must have grabbed
a few errant parts from some of my other projects.
There's your culprit.
My targeting system targeted you.
So no ghost?
No ghost.
Let's hear it for jibber-jabber.
Whoo!
Solid work there, soldier.
It almost makes up for your clear violation of orders.
Sorry.
Ah, don't sweat it.
The sheer mind-shredding psychological terror
you endured is punishment enough.
I mean, you thought the car was haunted.
Yeah.
Whoo-oo-oo-ooo.
Ooh, sorry, Rico.
Just looking for my sunglasses.
Sync by honeybunny www.addic7ed.com