THE OTTER WOMAN
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(Snoring)
- Up and at 'em, Marlene! - Wha?
We need your help on a five man operation!
Okay, okay. Fifteen m... more minutes.
Ugh!
(Struggling)
Thanks for your assistance, Marlene.
(Babbling)
My theory is confirmed. Sewer sludge is indeed quite gross.
Yeah, I could have told you that.
(Booming)
We all could have.
But Kowalski likes to crunch the data for himself.
Fine. But the next time you have
a five man operation, maybe wake up somebody else.
Like Maurice or Joey or, I don't know, how about Bert?
Cause he's, you know, a "he"!
Marlene, I have an unfailing sense for matching a mission
with the perfect personnel.
It's true!
You were the right guy for the job.
Guy? I'm not a-- (Sighing)
Okay, you know what? Goodnight.
Aah.
Ugh!
Wait, wait-- you want me to judge what?
A burping contest!
We need someone unfair and impartial.
And I was the right guy for the job?
Yeah! Fire when ready!
(All belching)
Okay, well, ugh! That was pretty disgusting.
Good ol' trout innards marinated in cod innards.
Never fails.
(Belching)
I just ate cacan of kippers three years past the expiration date!
(Gagging)
Stop, stop! Stop!
How dare you have a contest of stinky burps without the king!
Get a whiff of this!
(Belching)
Ugh!
(Belching continuing)
I ca-- I can't-- Ugh!
Three, four, five, six--
MAN: Yo, Alice, how many school groups we got today?
Three. Four, five, six--
What time you kiking lunch?
One. Two, three, four--
One more thing.
Two, three-- aah, you're making me lose count of the chlorine!
How many are you supposed to throw in?
No more than eight. Where was I?
I think maybe four.
Five, six--
(Yawning)
Euch! Wow, what a disgusting night.
Aah!
Crescent wrench. Needle nose.
MARLENE: Hey, guys!
Yaga! Great balls of fire!
You will never believe this.
(Laughing)
Hello! I'm beautiful.
I mean, you're beaut-- I mean, you're new here!
Kowalski, tell me about her.
There is only one explanation for this.
Our zoo is now home to an Arctic mink!
What?
This is a rare opportunity to study an endangered species.
Wait, wait, wait. What are you--
Subject speaks in single syllables.
That is absolutely--
Subject's speech is already progressing!
- Aah! - Fascinating!
(Muffled): I Arlene!
- Arlene! - Arlene!
- Even her name's adorable.
- Skipper? - She said my name!
You're right, Skipper. You seem a bit gobsmacked.
Tee hee! It's weird!
Not too close now, Skipper, I have barely begun my research.
Are you guys serious? You guys really, really think that I'm--
Heh heh.
(Whistling)
Thank you so much. I thought I was having a bad fur
day, but now I realize how utterly impossible that would be.
And, uh... oh snap. Who is the new snow bunny?
Arlene. She's a rare Arctic mink.
- Okay, whoa! - And I saw her first.
She is a rare breed! Just like myself.
A match made in the heavens!
Ugh!
Maurice. Maurice!
What?
Play the royal courtship music!
The sky spirits have sent me a queen!
What?
Mono-syllabic regression.
Queen? Right away, Your Majesty!
Queen? Okay, guys.
Big mistake here! Big mistake here!
You're pretty when you're mad.
An agitated Arctic mink is likely to secrete a putrid fluid
from its scent gland. And--
(Dance music playing)
- Dance! - Hey, hey!
You love it!
Oh, my. See ya!
♪ Yeah, dance ♪
♪ Hey oh ♪
♪ Ugh, hit it! ♪
The art of the manly dance overwhelms her.
Wait a sec...
Now, my lovely, do you see anything to your likin
I could get a nice deal. They know me here.
Well, it's a little early for
crown shopping because, as I've been trying to explain--
Oomph. She's a crabby one.
I am really Mar-- Ooh, that one's nice.
(Giggling)
- Huh? - Ugh!
Hm, no. I don't like the cut of the palm
frond and there's an inclusion in the back.
The queen's crown must be perfect!
But not more perfect than mine.
Flawless!
Mort! No ogling the feet!
Now, how'd you like a tour of my plastic volcano?
Skipper?
Oh! Oh, hey, Arlene!
I was just out for a--
Okay, okay, so I'm Arlene, just for grins.
And I'm so much different than Marlene, I guess, huh?
Well... Yeah!
Okay, cause I look different?
You smell different, too. Fresh, clean.
Mm-hm. Chlorine-y?
What?
(Sniffing)
Unexpected. The putrid fluid secreted by the
subject is indeed chlorine-y.
How dare they sniff my queen! Do they not know the penalty?
Maurice, tell to me the penalty is very bad, yes?
I don't think there is a penalty, Your Majesty.
Okay, you work on that. I'll step up my woo.
Picnic basket?
Better. Scientific field kit!
Kowalski, you're a logical guy.
Surely you must know who I really am!
I will soon.
Now, would you prefer to start
with the reflex test or the saliva analysis?
Guh!
It's really hard to woo with
these thorns in my lips and my gums!
I'm just going to go home now.
Arlene! Of all the silly, shallow-- ooh!
It's actually not a bad look.
(Spraying)
(Grate opening)
Knockety-knock-knock-knock!
Skipper, did you finally figure it out?
That you're bunking with Marlene?
Well, it was in Kowalski's report.
Where is Marlene, by the way?
Does this give you a clue?
No! How could I have been so blind?!
I know, right?
Arlene did something horrible to Marlene!
(Guitar strumming in suspense)
You think so? (Guitar strumming in suspense)
Fact-- no one's seen Marlene since Arlene arrived.
(Guitar strumming in suspense)
Maybe it's Marlene who's the endangered species!
(Guitar strumming in suspense)
Rico, knock it off! This is serious!
(Strumming) Sorry.
Okay, okay. First, Skipper runs out of here
ranting about I don't know what. And now, hm, this.
Me lady. Your chariot awaits!
It's a throne!
Yes, but when Maurice carries it on his back, it's kind of a chariot.
Yeah, a chair-i-ot.
Freeze!
(Gasping)
Secure the exits!
Maurice, what is happening?
I'll ask the questions, ringtail!
What did you do with Marlene?
(Gasping)
What? What are you talking about?
Look, Arlene, if that really is your name--
I'm Marlene! My pool had too much chlorine!
It bleached my fur! I tried to tell you!
What kind of fool do you take me for?
To be fair, you have to narrow the options down a little.
This is crazy! I'm telling the truth!
Oh, we'll get to the truth alright.
Our way! Kowalski?
Setting device on super tickle.
Aah! (Laughing)
- I don't get it. - What?
Uh, any of it.
They seem to think Arlene did
something nasty to Marlene, and now she's a fugitive.
In that case, maybe we need
to find a queen that's less, you know, homicidal.
Aah!
Oomph!
Nice work, fellas. We've got her surrounded.
We know you're in there, Arlene!
And by the way, you actually fell for my tongue-tied routine!
I was just play acting.
- That was acting? - Yeah.
I'm a good actor, okay?
(Engine starting) (Tires screeching)
Buttermilk biscuits!
Add grand theft auto to the rap sheet!
(Tires screeching)
Aah!
(Panting) Ugh!
Gotcha!
Have fun, Arlene! In the clutches of justice.
Whose name is Alice!
I can think of no harsher punishment.
Hair dye, hair dye. Chestnut!
Close enough. There.
It's like this whole over-chlorination thing never happened.
(Babbling)
Come on, how could you guys not recognize me? I mean--
Poor Marlene. She's been brainwashed.
Best to just humour her.
Okay. I am serious!
Arlene. She was as cold as she was hot.
Grr!
Yoo-hoo!
King Julien!
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