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| - (King Julien is seen sitting on a bamboo lawn chair. Maurice is heard off screen filling up balloons) Maurice: Oooh, that’s a good one. Oooh, and now even bigger! My, that one tied off nicely. Julien: Merciful mercies! What is taking so long?! (Maurice, standing on their boom-box next to an air compressor, finishes filling up one last balloon) Maurice: Sorry your majesty. Just securing these balloons onto your… er... uh... Julien: (Quick and eagerly) Super-Comfy-Pamper-Time-Floaty-Throne? Maurice: (Slowly) Super-Comfy-Pamper-Time-Floaty-Throne? Sure. Let’s go with that. All right, let’s get the pampering over with. (Shudders) (Maurice is seen brushing Julien’s teeth, brushing his back, and grooming Julien) Julien: Oooh yeah, baby. Brushy brushy! That’s right, groom me. Groom me like y
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| - (King Julien is seen sitting on a bamboo lawn chair. Maurice is heard off screen filling up balloons) Maurice: Oooh, that’s a good one. Oooh, and now even bigger! My, that one tied off nicely. Julien: Merciful mercies! What is taking so long?! (Maurice, standing on their boom-box next to an air compressor, finishes filling up one last balloon) Maurice: Sorry your majesty. Just securing these balloons onto your… er... uh... Julien: (Quick and eagerly) Super-Comfy-Pamper-Time-Floaty-Throne? Maurice: (Slowly) Super-Comfy-Pamper-Time-Floaty-Throne? Sure. Let’s go with that. All right, let’s get the pampering over with. (Shudders) (Maurice is seen brushing Julien’s teeth, brushing his back, and grooming Julien) Julien: Oooh yeah, baby. Brushy brushy! That’s right, groom me. Groom me like you mean it! Give me all the grooming you’ve got! (Maurice goes to clean Julien’s feet, but Julien shoos him away) Julien: Ah, ah, ah, ah! There is only one set of hands that is fitting to be touching the royal feet. And that is… (Mort stares hopefully) Julien: The hands of the king himself. (Mort sighs sadly. Julien begins washing his feet while Mort stares. He hops down from his throne) Julien: There! It is time to be beholding the shiny, clean and perfectly polished royal... Mort: (Runs over joyfully to Julien's feet) Feet! (Julien attempts to shake Mort off of his feet) Julien: No, Mort! Not the minty fresh king feet! (Julien succeeds at shaking Mort off of his feet. Mort is sent flying, lands on the air compressor, knocks the valve off, and is sent rocketing into Julien. Mort smiles at Julien, who has nearly been impaled by the compressor and glares angrily at Mort. Mort: Hi! They bounce off of the fake volcano and go skywards, screaming. They land on and destroy the Super-Comfy-Pamper-Time-Floaty-Throne. Julien snarls at Mort) Mort: (Apologetically) Oopsie.
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