Author’s Note: Here is the fourth installment of my POM Skits. The first set showcased funny everyday scenarios, the một giây set showcased Skilene antics, and the third installment showcased the show’s villains. In this latest set, I represent Julien in a set of ten little antics. I also apologize for the long wait, what with my social life and other works getting in my way. Without further ado, I hope bạn enjoy these skits as much as I enjoyed nghề viết văn them. Any tiêu đề with a Roman numeral in brackets tiếp theo to it has a skit note associated with it at the end.

31) Dairy King

    After a hard workout, the penguins returned to HQ.

    “Good workout today, boys!” Skipper said. “What the deuce?” he asked as he and the team took notice of the carton of sữa on the table.

    “What’s this doing here?” Kowalski inquired.

    “I don’t know, but it needs to go in the fridge before it spoils. Rico, did bạn leave the sữa out again?” Skipper đã đưa ý kiến giving him a glare. Rico shrugged and Skipper rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I got it.”

    When he grabbed the sữa and tugged it, it wouldn’t budge.

    “What the—?” he đã đưa ý kiến as he pulled harder. He spoke between tugs. “Why is this—milk—stuck to the—tab—”

    Finally, the sữa pulled free, but he accidentally squeezed it too tight and sữa squirted out of it, dousing himself in the frothy white liquid. He straightened himself in frustration and humiliation as Julien stumbled out from behind the ti vi with a glue stick, laughing like a maniac.

    “Ha-ha-ha! April Fool’s! bạn should see your penguin-y face! It is being the priceless!” he đã đưa ý kiến as he continued to laugh, nearly out of breath. “You know,” he continued wiping a tear from his eye, “when you’re angry, bạn really are kind of cute, aren’t you?” he teased as the thought made him laugh even harder.

    With rage burning in his eyes, Skipper replied, “Yeah?! Well I’m about to be absolutely adorable!”

    Skipper jumped from the bàn and chased Julien out of the HQ, with Julien screaming at the hàng đầu, đầu trang of his lungs.

    When they were gone, the penguins exchanged a glance.

    Then they busted out laughing.

32) I Mustache bạn A Question

    “Ooh … Yes, I like how this is to be looking,” Julien đã đưa ý kiến admiring himself in the mirror. “What else are bạn finding in the Moss and Hounds, Maurice?”

    Maurice pulled himself from the pile of knickknacks and other items with a roll of his eyes.

    “It’s Lost and Found,” he corrected. “I found this wristband. I think it’d go great with that nice ‘belt’ you’re wearing,” he continued handing him the wristband and refraining from laughing at the dog cổ áo Julien wore on his hips.

    Julien took the wristband from him. It was blue with a Mets logo on it.

    “Very nice, but how would I wear it?” he asked himself as he tried different positions in the mirror. After failing to find a flattering place for it, he stretched it between his paws and slingshotted it back to Maurice. “No. Find me something else.”

    Maurice irritably rubbed his cheek where the wristband had hit him and went back to looking as he muttered something inaudible.

    “Lookie what I found!” Mort cried as he popped out of the pile of Mất tích items. “It’s a catty-pillar!”

    Maurice turned to him and rolled his eyes.

    “No, Mort. It’s a stick-on mustache. Let me hiển thị you,” he đã đưa ý kiến taking it from him and sticking it beneath his nose. “See?”

    “Ooh! Me like-y!” Julien đã đưa ý kiến snatching it from his face. “Gimme!”

    “Ouch!” Maurice cried in surprise as he rubbed where the mustache had been.

    Julien went back to the handheld mirror and stuck the mustache under his nose.

    “Ha! Look at me, Maurice!” he đã đưa ý kiến as he admired himself from different angles.

    Maurice sighed.

    “Hey, Maurice! I mustache bạn a question. Ha-ha! Do bạn get it?” Julien đã đưa ý kiến turning and poking his shoulder.

    “Yes, your majesty. I get it,” Maurice answered with a lack of enthusiasm.

    “Come now, Maurice. bạn can’t tell me bạn don’t think I look absolutely fabulous in this mustache,” Julien đã đưa ý kiến turning back to the mirror.

    “Well, to be fair, you’re not exactly a ginger,” Maurice replied, indicating the ginger-colored mustache.

    “Oh, who asked your opinion?” Julien asked indignantly.

    Maurice went back to searching through the Mất tích things and muttered to himself.

    “Actually, bạn just did.”

33) Pitch Imperfect [XIV]

    “And I-I-I-I-I will always tình yêu yo-o-o-o-ou-u-u-u!” Julien sang at the hàng đầu, đầu trang of his lungs along with the radio one evening. Maurice cringed as Mort clapped and hopped up and down when the song ended.

    “Thank you! Thank you—Maurice! Why do bạn not applaud your king?!” Julien asked angrily.

    “Oh, it’s over? Sorry, I’m a bit deaf,” Maurice đã đưa ý kiến as he rubbed the insides of his ears.

    “Oh, so you’re saying that my hát is so amazing that it overwhelms your ears? Well, then bạn are forgiven,” Julien đã đưa ý kiến smugly.

    “Actually, your highness, it was a bit out of tune,” Maurice đã đưa ý kiến regretfully.

    “What?” Julien đã đưa ý kiến in confusion. “What do bạn mean we’re out of tuna? What does that have to do with my singing? I don’t even like tuna! bạn are so stupid-y, Maurice!”

    “No!” Maurice replied impatiently. “Out of tune. As in, your hát was not that great. Whitney Houston just isn’t your voice type.”

    “How dare you, sir! How could bạn possibly think that I’m out of tune!” Julien asked angrily putting his paws on his hips. “I am having an overabundance-y of tune!”

    Maurice pointed to the other zoo animals. When Julien looked around, Burt had shoved cỏ khô, hay in his ears, Mason and Phil had done the same with bananas, the penguins had issued lockdown on their HQ, Marlene had buried her head under several pillows and had Enrique Guitaro playing for her through headphones, and Roy had his head buried under layers of his own hay.

    “That proves nothing! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have another letter to perform!” Julien đã đưa ý kiến as he turned to the radio and started at the dials.

    “Number . . .” Maurice corrected under his breath as Julien started hát along to Rolling in the Deep.

    Meanwhile, Alice marched through the zoo in frustration.

    “What on earth is that undelightful wailing?!” she asked aloud as she looked around. Finally, she realized that the sound was coming from Julien.

    “Gah! What is wrong with you!” Alice đã đưa ý kiến as she pulled herself into the vong linh, vượn cáo habitat. “Are bạn in agonizing pain hoặc something? Come on, let’s get bạn to the vet,” she đã đưa ý kiến as she picked Julien up in the middle of a lyric. “Better take bạn two as well, just to make sure,” Alice added as she grabbed Maurice and Mort and put all three of them in a carrying cage.

    “How daring of you! I am royalty!” Julien shouted from the cage. When she ignored him, he turned and sat down, crossing his arms.

    Maurice rolled his eyes.

    “Told bạn bạn were out of tune.”

34) Your Face! [XV]

    “Well, bạn are the worstest leader!” Julien shouted into Skipper’s face at yet another zoo meeting gone south.

    “At least I don’t disrespect my team on a daily basis!” Skipper shot back, poking his stomach with his pointer.

    “Slapping isn’t being considered disrespect to you, then?!” Julien retaliated smacking the pointer off to the side.

    “At least I don’t kick them!” Skipper argued pointing at Mort.

    “Well—!” Julien started matter-of-factly, but then he hesitated. “Your face is—stupid!” he finished pointing at his beak.

    “What—? What does that even—?” Skipper shook his head. “That is it! I am not having this battle of wits with an unarmed man!”

    “Yeah?! Well I’m not having this battle of wits with your stupid pointy face!” Julien shot back.

    Skipper slapped his forehead.

    “Ringtail, if you’re trying to insult me, I would first have to value your opinion. You’re going to need a new strategy,” Skipper đã đưa ý kiến in a calmer, thêm impatient tone.

    “Your face needs a new strategy!” Julien persisted.

    Skipper sighed.

    “I think we’re done here,” he đã đưa ý kiến turning to leave, but Julien stopped him.

    “Your face is done here!”

    Skipper sharply turned on him.

    “Ringtail, if bạn don’t give it up, I’m going to shove this stick in a place that is most definitely not your face.”

35) The Plane [XVI]

    “Come on, there’s gotta another way we can get off this island,” Alex đã đưa ý kiến following the penguins through the jungles of Madagascar.

    “With the thuyền out of gas, how are we supposed to go about that?” Skipper replied.

    “I don’t know! bạn guys are the ones to always do the impossible,” Alex pointed out.

    “Hey,” Gloria cut in, “what about a plane?”

    “Oh, great idea. How are we going to get a plane?” Marty asked. He snatched up a stick and poked it several times while making boop! boop! sounds and then held it to his face like a phone. “Hello! Is this the Deserted Island Hotline? I’d like a plane, please.”

    Gloria snatched the stick and threw it to the side.

    “Will bạn hear me out?” she đã đưa ý kiến as the others stopped and turned to her. “Look, bạn guys remember that plane in that little ol’ cây of Julien’s?” she asked.

    Melman, Alex, and Marty nodded.

    “Yeah,” Melman answered, “but how does that help us? That thing’s a wreck.”

    “Do bạn think bạn guys could fix it up enough to get it to fly us off this island?” Gloria asked the penguins.

    Skipper looked to Kowalski.

    “What are the odds?” he asked.

    “I would first have to assess the damage already done to the plane,” his lieutenant answered.

    On that note, the eight of them headed to the crash site and Kowalski made several calculations before he came down with his results.

    “I would say there is a eleven-point-three chance that we can fix the plane,” Kowalski said, causing the higher mammals to sigh in disappointment. “However,” Kowalski continued, “say we add some supports and some form a projection hoặc jump-start for it, and get some extra help, I’d say we can bump those odds up to about seventy-eight-point-four percent.”

    Alex, Melman, Marty, and Gloria smiled and exchanged a hopeful look.

    “Wait,” Melman đã đưa ý kiến with his expression fading to concern, “do bạn think Julien’s going to allow us to—”

    “There bạn are!” Julien bellowed—as if on cue—as he, Maurice, Mort, and a few other lemurs trotted up to them.

    “I have been wondering where bạn Freaks went off to! What are we speaking of? Me, I hope,” Julien đã đưa ý kiến smugly.

    Everyone exchanged a glance.

    “Um,” Alex started, “King Julien, we were wondering if bạn could do us a solid.”

    “Eh, what is it that I am making ‘solid’?” Julien asked. “Because if it is regarding my health, I am thinking it is in the bushes somewhere way over there,” he đã đưa ý kiến pointing off into the jungle.

    Alex fought the image from his mind.

    “No, most definitely not. Can we use your plane to fly off the island?” he said.

    All of the lemurs present cracked up.

    “Ha-ha! Are bạn hearing the crazy-haired Freak, Maurice?!” Julien asked his right-hand man. “He is wanting my plane! Ha-ha!”

    After pulling himself together, he turned back to Alex.

    “Oh, silly Mr. Alex. That plane does not fly anymore, nor does it have a flyer,” he said.

    “But the penguins say they can fix it!” Marty broke in. “All they need is some o’ your lemurs to help out! Please, King Julien?”

    Julien studied the penguins for a moment before he started laughing again.

    “How are these—pain-gwains—” he tried to sound out the unfamiliar word—“to be fixing the plane? They do not even look fit to scratch my right toe!” he đã đưa ý kiến pointing to his left foot.

    “Excuse me?!” Skipper đã đưa ý kiến incredulously. “You make a crack like that again and I’ll—”

    “So!” Gloria broke in. “We’re all getting to know each other! How about we start over? Can we use your plane hoặc not, Julien?”

    Julien sighed.

    “I am supposing. If bạn can fix it, bạn can use it,” he said. “I will go round up some helpers!”

    When Julien scampered off with the other lemurs, Skipper turned to the higher mammals.

    “We’re not bringing him are we?” he đã đưa ý kiến in a tone a disappointed toddler might use.

    “Well, it is his plane. If he wants to come, he would have the right,” Melman pointed out.

    Skipper growled under his breath.

    “Fine. But don’t be surprised if he ‘accidentally’ ends up skydiving somewhere over the Pacific Ocean.”

36) Sweet Temptations [XVII]

    “Did bạn see me?! I was all, ‘We’re going to flood the earth! Muahahaha!’” Julien đã đưa ý kiến as he drove alongside the penguins in his little kart on the way back to the zoo.

    Skipper rolled his eyes.

    “Yeah, yeah. We saw,” he đã đưa ý kiến indifferently.

    “And the look on bạn and that Blowy guy’s face when I revealed myself! bạn were all, ‘What?! Julien will save us all?!’ Ha-ha! It was great!” Julien đã đưa ý kiến with a laugh.

    Skipper scowled.

    “We get it, Ringtail,” he said.

    “And the way he ran away like a scared-y baby! Yes! He was no match for the king!” Julien continued as he laughed in triumph.

    Skipper looked to his right as they all started over the Brooklyn Bridge. Moonlight gently kissed the surface of the East River and the only disturbance was a small thuyền in the distance.

    “Ringtail,” Skipper said, cutting him off mid-sentence.

    “What?” Julien asked impatiently. “I am busy speaking of my triumph, here!”

    “Did Blowhole ever give bạn that jet ski?” Skipper asked.

    “Eh, no, he did not,” Julien answered.

    “In that case, I suggest bạn shut your mouth.”

37) Clueless

    “Maurice!” Julien called as he approached him at the tiki bar.

    “Yes, King Julien?” Maurice replied.

    “We are needing to be doing a conversation,” Julien đã đưa ý kiến taking a seat.

    Maurice cocked an eyebrow.

    “O—kay,” he đã đưa ý kiến hesitantly.

    “Well, bạn see, I am having this friend, who has an interest in a lady-friend. Namely, Marlene,” Julien explained.

    Maurice nodded in understanding.

    “Mm-hm. And does this friend have a name?” he asked suspiciously.

    “Oh . . . um,” Julien đã đưa ý kiến looking around nervously. “It is . . . Tim—olo—man. Timoloman. Yes, that is his name.”

    Maurice gave a doubtful stare.

    “Timoloman,” he repeated. Julien nodded. “I don’t remember any Timoloman in this zoo. hoặc any zoo.”

    “Oh, that is because he is from out-of-town,” Julien recovered.

    “And . . . how does he already know Marlene?” Maurice asked.

    “Um . . . Marlene was—in the park picking—corn—and he—”

    “I don’t think there’s any ngô growing in the park, your highness. hoặc in Manhattan, for that matter,” Maurice đã đưa ý kiến crossing his arms with an amused smile.

    “Oh, no! I-It’s there, all right! bạn just have to know where to look,” Julien insisted.

    “Mm-hm.”

    Julien scratched the back of his neck.

    “Let’s just di chuyển on. Ah, he needs some Lời khuyên on how to woo her, know what I’m sayin’? Of course, I would have được trao him some advice—because I am such a ladies man, know what I mean?—but he was just wanting a một giây opinion. So, what goes on in your brain-y parts on the subject, hm?” Julien đã đưa ý kiến leaning in closer, engaging his attention.

    “Well, first off, don’t come off too strong. That’s a big turn-off for many women. Just give her a visit every now and then to let her know you’re thinking of her. Get to know her a little better and buy her nice things that tie into her interests. If you’re lucky—excuse me, if Timoloman is lucky, she’ll be dying for you—him to ask her out,” Maurice explained.

    Julien pondered this for a moment.

    “Pft!” he đã đưa ý kiến at last. “That is being the most ridiculous-dy things I am ever hearing! bạn call this tình yêu advice? Ha, bạn know nothing of women like the king,” he đã đưa ý kiến getting up and leaving him with his head held high.

    Maurice rolled his eyes with a sigh.

    “Oh, yeah. I’m the clueless one.”

38) Impossibilities [XVIII]

    “I am not understanding! One một phút bạn are a cutesy little tiny penguin, then—poof!—he is all grown up!” Julien đã đưa ý kiến with a sob and hugging Skipper around the neck.

    “Ringtail! Lay off!” Skipper protested trying to push away from him.

    “Julien, he is not Petey! How many times must we say it!” Kowalski đã đưa ý kiến above Julien’s sobbing.

    “He was the cutest little jellybean!” Julien sobbed over Skipper’s shoulder.

    Skipper pried himself from him and looked straight into his eyes.

    “Ring—tail,” Skipper đã đưa ý kiến slowly, but sternly, “listen very carefully to what I am saying to you. I am not Petey. I am Skipper. If bạn understand, nod your head.”

    Julien blinked.

    “Petey!” he exclaimed throwing his arms around him again. “You almost had me there! bạn have gotten so good at your Skipper impression!” he đã đưa ý kiến as he engaged in another round of sobs.

    Kowalski and Rico slapped their foreheads while Private cringed, worried that Skipper was going to do something to Julien.

    “Ringtail!” Skipper exclaimed angrily as he pushed away. “I am not—”

    “Don’t be so modest!” Julien đã đưa ý kiến while slightly pinching his cheeks. “I am being so proud of you!” he đã đưa ý kiến breaking down into another fit of sobs.

    Skipper took a deep breath.

    “Ringtail, if I’m Petey, then where’s Skipper?” he reasoned.

    Julien sniffed and thought for a moment.

    “You are being right,” he said. Skipper sighed with relief and started to say something, but then Julien said, “Where is the bossy penguin? He will be wanting to be seeing this!”

    With that, he hurried out of the HQ calling Skipper’s name.

    Skipper watched him leave and heaved an annoyed sigh.

    “Kowalski, what are the odds he’ll discover I’m not Petey?” he asked his lieutenant.

    Kowalski whipped out his abacus and did a few calculations.

    “Somewhere between the possibility of getting an acceptance letter to Hogwarts and the possibility of snowmen actually coming to life.”

39) Amnesia [XIV]

    “I just don’t understand it, Maurice! I am not remembering anything in the past week! It is killing me from my out-tards to my innards!” Julien complained from his throne, clutching his head in frustration.

    “I don’t either, your highness,” Maurice replied. “I don’t remember anything either. What about you, Mort?”

    “Yes! I remember all the thingies!” he đã đưa ý kiến happily.

    “Really, Mort?!” Julien asked hopefully, sitting up straighter in his throne. “Then be spilling your guts, Mort! What am I missing?”

    “We ate mangoes!” Mort answered happily.

    Julien slapped his forehead.

    “That was being breakfast! Before that! Before!” he urged.

    Mort thought for a few minutes.

    “The gimme-gimme ngôi sao gave bạn a shiny!” he đã đưa ý kiến finally.

    Julien rolled his eyes.

    “That was the week before! I am needing các câu trả lời on the past week! Oh, bạn don’t know anything,” Julien đã đưa ý kiến disappointedly as he slumped back in his throne. “I just wish I at least knew why I don’t remember.”

    “I hear ya,” Maurice agreed. “It’s really strange—just up an’ forgetting like that with no explanation.”

    “Maybe it was the penguins!” Mort suggested.

    “Pft! Mort, how, and thêm importantly, why would the penguins make us forget everything in the past week?” Julien asked.

    “Maybe they did something make everyone angry and to keep us all from hurting them, they erased our memories,” Mort said.

    A moment of silence went bởi as they all considered the possibility.

    “Bah,” Julien đã đưa ý kiến finally, “that is the most preposterous-dy thing I am ever hearing. bạn say such stupid-y things, Mort.”

40) Art . . . I don’t get it [XX]

    “That is being it! I am quitting!” Julien đã đưa ý kiến throwing the paintbrush on the ground and sitting with his arms crossed. “The stupid con voi paints, he gets all the attention. I paint, nothing! This is why I am sticking to dancing.”

    Maurice glanced up from the counter he was wiping off.

    “Well, to be—”

    “I just don’t get it! I am just as good as the silly pack of germs!” Julien said.

    “Um, pachyderm?” Maurice corrected.

    “Whatever! This was just a waste of my time!” Julien đã đưa ý kiến in frustration.

    “Well, to be fair, Burt drew actual pictures, rather than just . . .” Maurice looked over at Julien’s ‘painting,’ “throwing random-colored paint on the canvas in ngẫu nhiên places.”

    Julien scoffed.

    “So?! I’ve seen art just like it in museums!”

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[XIV]    The tiêu đề of this skit is a spoof of Pitch Perfect, a được ưa chuộng musical promoted bởi Disney Channel. I Will Always tình yêu You is a được ưa chuộng song bởi Whitney Houston. Rolling in the Deep is a được ưa chuộng song bởi Adele.

[XV]        My friend actually gave me the inspiration for this with his “Your face is—stupid!” joke. It pretty much came about from the idea of what we would say if we couldn’t think of a good comeback quick enough.

[XVI]    This takes place directly following Madagascar.

[XVII]    This takes place following Dr. Blowhole’s Revenge. The kart that was mentioned is the one Blowhole gave Julien.

[XVIII]    This takes place following Rock-a-Bye Birdy.

[XIV]    This takes place following Truth Ache. There was also a reference to Hot Ice, within, which is the first trước đó episode that included the lemurs.

[XX]        This takes place following Brush with Danger!