[first lines; narrating]

Antarctica, an inhospitable wasteland. But even here, on the Earth's frozen bottom, we find life. [The wind blows away the snow, revealing an egg and it rolls down the hill] And not just any life… penguins. Joyous, frolicking, waddling, cute and cuddly life. Look at them, tumbling onto their chubby bum-bums. Who could take these frisky snow-clowns...

[The older penguins almost fall on baby Skipper, Rico and Kowalski, who move out of the way] [interrupting the narration]

Seriously? Does anyone even know where we're marching to?

Who (knows, who) cares?

I question nothing.

Me, too.

Well, fine. We'll just fly to the front of the line and see for ourselves. Kowalski, Rico, engage aerial surveillance.

[They flap their wings but cannot fly.]

Skipper, we appear to be flightless.

[looks at his wings]

Oh, well, what's the point of these?

[Rico seems to have an idea and hits Skipper's wing in some sort of high five.]

Whoa, I like it! Hey, this could be our thing! What're we gonna call it? Let's call it the, uh... high one.

[An egg rolls past the trio.]

Hey, anybody see that? That's an egg! Is somebody gonna go get it?

We can't do that.

Why not?

Well, it's a dangerous world out there and we're just penguins. You know, nothing but cute and cuddly.

Yeah. Why do you think there are always documentary crews filming us?

[The view zooms out to see two men each with a camera and a microphone for filming.]

Well, sorry, kid. You know, we lose a few eggs every year. It's just nature.

Oh, right, nature. I guess that makes sense, but something... something deep down in my gut tells me that it just doesn't make any sense at all. You know what? I reject nature! [The other penguins gasp in shock.] Who's with me?!
[With a shout, Skipper goes after the egg, much to Kowalski and Rico's confusion.]