That's why we're panicking!
I say we fan out in circles.
What are we, peacocks? We don't fan, we run. Run for your lives, everybody!
Guys, I've got an idea! Why don't we ask them? [points at the wildebeests]
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That's why we're panicking!
I say we fan out in circles.
What are we, peacocks? We don't fan, we run. Run for your lives, everybody!
Guys, I've got an idea! Why don't we ask them? [points at the wildebeests]
Hey, watch where you goin', you, big, big...!
Don't stare at my spots, Benny. My eyes are up here.
[the music stops when Benny hears a crash]
Lastly, that is the ugliest baby I've ever seen!
Benny, stealing candy from a baby?
Stealing is such a strong word. I prefer "liberating".
Uh-huh.
And for the record, I've always hated your choreography. It's so... '80s.
Kazar, I think you'll be very pleased with what I brought you.
What's this? Where's the other lion?
Right. Well, I was gonna tell you. There was this cliff and, uh– [Kazar huffs angrily at him] Why are you looking at me like that?
That's twice you've been out of step today, Blag! [As Kazar speaks, Blag slips off the edge, but holds on] You klutz. You know we can't ascend to the top of the food chain, until we eat a lion! Well, at least there'll be enough for my ascension.
What about the rest of us?
Step-kick, pivot-kick! [kicks Blag's face, then Blag falls down in front of Ryan, Bridget, and Larry] Ha-ha!
Ouch! I twisted a hoof!
You work, and you work. Then they break your heart.
There goes my career!
Prepare the sacrifices!
Benny, please tell me we're not in a dangerous jungle with an 8-inch squirrel protecting us.
Actually, I'm 9 inches. But other than that, yes.
So that means...
We are going to die! [screaming]
[Larry, Bridget and Nigel begin freaking out and running around in circles.]
Hey! I am not in the mood for a game of footsie or hoofsie or pawsie or…
That wasn't my paw. It was this! [turns on the Statue of Liberty torch] I didn't steal it. I borrowed it. It'll light the way to Ryan.
Sam!
I improvised. Now jump!
Down there?
Yes!
Whoa!
Waaah!
We're leaving, Larry! Whoa!
Whoa-ah. Ugh! Uh-oh.
We cannot lose to flightless birds!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No one is losing anything around here, as long as we stay focused. By the way, has anyone seen Ryan?
Oh, oh, I know. Maybe he's sulking 'cause he lives in his father's shadow and he roars like a school girl.
Thanks, Lav.
You betcha.
Did too! Did not! Did too! Did not!
Out of my way, you bum! There's that moth-eaten koala!
I've told you flamingos a hundred times, walk.
How about an autograph?!
Don't…
Birds! Find the string on his back! [flamingos attack Nigel] So you're havin' a really nice day!
Guys!
Huh?
Off my co-captain, now.
Eh, sorry, Samson. [grunts]
OW! That didn't hurt.
Aaahh! Doesn't anyone ever knock anymore?
Hey, where's my son? Did he come through here?
Yeah, now that I think about it, he did come through here. [turns to the toilet] Hello? Come out of there, baby lion, your dad's here! Well, what do you know, it's a whole pride of lions down here!
Step, kick, pivot, kick, walk, walk, walk! Aaaahhh! Why do we even bother rehearsing? [snorts at Blag] Mmmmm. Mmm-mm. A good chorus line is so hard to put together.
Are we in the right place?
Any place without two hilarious alligators seems a move in the right direction.
Sam! Do you see anything up there?
I sure do.
And it's sunrise, which means we're a tad short on time.
Guys, look. We know the box Ryan's in is green. It's gotta be around here somewhere, so I need you to…
Yeah. So we should shout out if we see a box that looks exactly like the ones over there.
Hey, you think it has anything to do with that? [his head points at the volcano]
All right, hang on a second. Either I'm starving or Larry is making sense.
Here I come! Hey! [jumps off a tree branch and lands on a metal fence] Who put that bar there?