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| - Narrator: Antarctica, an inhospitable wasteland, but even here, on the Earth's frozen bottom, we find life. 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... As the older penguins almost fall on baby Skipper, Rico, and Kowalski, they move out of the way. Skipper: Seriously? Does anyone even know where we're marching to? Penguin #1: Who cares? Penguin #2: I question nothing. Penguin #3: Me, too. Penguin #4: Me, too. Skipper: 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 Kowalski: Skipper, we appear to be flightless. Skipper: [looks at his wings] Oh, we
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| - Narrator: Antarctica, an inhospitable wasteland, but even here, on the Earth's frozen bottom, we find life. 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... As the older penguins almost fall on baby Skipper, Rico, and Kowalski, they move out of the way. Skipper: Seriously? Does anyone even know where we're marching to? Penguin #1: Who cares? Penguin #2: I question nothing. Penguin #3: Me, too. Penguin #4: Me, too. Skipper: 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 Kowalski: Skipper, we appear to be flightless. Skipper: [looks at his wings] Oh, well, what's the point of these? Rico seems to have an idea. He hits Skipper's wing in some sort of high five. Skipper: Woah, I like it! Hey, this could be our thing! What're we gonna call it? Let's call it the, uh... high one. Skipper: Kowalski, analysis? Kowalski: We are really... awesome at this! Skipper: Boys, we did it! Mission accomplished! Hey, we could do our thing! High one! They all high five, until Skipper accidentally hits the egg they just saved. Skipper: Oops. My bad. The penguins all look in awe as the egg is about to hatch. Skipper: Look, it’s the miracle of birth! Kowalski: A moment of extraordinary beauty. Suddenly, Private's egg explodes open, much to the disgust of the three penguins. Skipper: Daaagh!! That’s disgusting! I think I have amniotic sac in my mouth! Much to the surprise of the three penguins, the newly hatched Private gets up, but look at him lovingly. Private: Hello! Are you my family? The three penguins turn, knowing that they're far away from land, and nod to each other before turning back to face Private. Kowalski: You don't have a family, and we're all going to die. Sorry. Private: What? Skipper elbows Kowalski. Kowalski: What? I thought that was what we were all nodding about. Skipper: [hits Kowalski] No one's gonna die. [to Private] You know what you got, kid? You've got us. We've got each other. And if that ain't a family, I don't know what is. Skipper salutes Private, who salutes back. He then tussles Private’s head Skipper: So adorable. [to Kowalski] Kowalski, what's our trajectory? Kowalski: Ninety-five percent certain we're still doomed. Skipper: And the, uh... other five percent? Kowalski: Adventure and glory like no penguins have ever seen before. Skipper: I'll take that action. Private: Where are going? Skipper: The future, boys. The glorious future.
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