All Hail King Julien (2014) s04e08 Episode Script
King Julien Superstar!
1 - [Mort chuckles.]
- [growls.]
- [Mort.]
I'm okay! - [laughs.]
[theme song playing.]
Party! - # Who's the king? # - # King Julien! # - # Who's the king? # - # King Julien! # Get down for the get down - # Everybody party with King who? # - # King Julien! # - # King who? # - # King Julien! # Tonight will be forever Let's do King Julien style Woof! Whoa oh, whoa oh Y'all tell me who's the king Whoa oh, whoa oh All hail King Julien [clamoring.]
[Ted.]
Being a music superstar is one crazy roller coaster ride.
And you bet your butts that's something our beloved king is about to learn firsthand.
[growling.]
Sha-rock it! [gasps.]
Okay, it's over.
Thank Frank.
I don't know.
I thought I was pretty good! [clears throat.]
I mean, [chuckles.]
we-we were pretty goo [clears throat.]
Can we get to work now? We got a day of things Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Maurice, I've got a little something I want to say to the band.
Band? [coughs.]
Delusional.
[coughs.]
We have no talent.
[coughs.]
No talent.
- [coughs.]
- Oi, mate! Band leader's speaking.
Thank you, Clover.
Because we've been playing for a super long time now Since this morning.
Exactly! I got to say, I look around at us and I smell greatness.
[inhales.]
Oh, yeah, you can smell that! [inhales.]
Sorry.
I think I'm leaking something.
[inhales.]
Ooh.
A lot of something.
[grunts.]
Our greatness deserves a name.
How does The New Wiper Fluid sound, huh? [chuckles.]
Wasn't Wiper Fluid your old garage-punk-rock-ska-band back in Lemur School? What ever happened to those guys? We were on the cusp of fame.
But we were young in a rush, and we blew up too fast.
[punk-rock music playing.]
They died? Yeah.
I just told you, they blew up.
Anywho, it's time for us to live out a dream the old Wiper Fluid could never Well, dream of.
[laughs.]
- Time to take our music to the next level! - I don't know, Your Majesty.
This music stuff should really be more of, uh, a hobby.
What Maurice is sayin' is maybe we should just practice a little bit more.
Yes.
Okay.
Yeah.
Okay.
You booked us a gig, didn't you? Yes! Superstardom here we come! Well, Dummy KJ, if you're such a smarty pants, then how'd I know you had the Queen of Hearts in your mouth? Voila! [crowd booing.]
[screams.]
- Mother! - Pancho choked.
Got the rat trap.
Means we don't have to slay it hardcore and we'll still look great by comparison.
Oh, Jeez! It hurts! Full disclosure, sometimes I go limp in front of large crowds.
I think I burst an artery at band practice.
[drum roll.]
I hear one boo and I'm goin' nuclear.
- Please welcome The New Wiper Fluid! - [crowd cheering.]
Yeah, you can be my summer Crush, crush, crush It's gonna be a good night, yeah - # We're never # - # Yes! # This is awful! This is the part of our act where my band does a [stammers.]
[screams.]
[all grunting.]
- Hey! - [grunts.]
We were supposed to be stars! [door closes.]
Stars, I tell you! [cries.]
It wasn't all bad, you know? You guys showed some real charisma out there.
Absolutely no talent, sure, but you look like a modern, successful, global-phenom, teen-sensation band.
I'll tell ya, I could picture the girls screaming, the boys asking for photos.
You guys just need a little fine tuning is all.
Aha! You see? I told you we were awesome! We just need a little tuneage.
I'll take some fine tunin' from ya.
Know what I'm sayin'? Ted just said we were talentless, Your Majesty.
Yeah, but [chuckles.]
not all four of us.
[chuckles.]
Right, Ted? You guys weren't listening to the rest of the stuff he said! Something about [chuckles.]
screaming fans, superstardom.
How can we do it, Ted? Tell us.
Please.
I know just the guy who can help.
[Julien.]
Pfft! Timo? I'm gonna get my music critiquitized by a nerd? [laughs.]
Music isn't science, guys.
Duh! I mean, duh! Sorry to correct you, Your Majesty, but it's actually all science.
I should know, I do a little progressive house music on the side.
It just so happens, I performed for a crowd of over 270,000 only last week.
[chuckles.]
[music playing.]
[crowd cheering.]
He's a huge underground sensation.
Dorothy and I have pulled more than a few all-nighters at his trance festivals.
Trust me.
He can help.
Just need to plug you guys in first.
Let's see Ah, yes, four of you.
Machine's all set for a fearsome foursome! Now, let's hear The New Wiper Fluid's new sound! My summer crush, crush, crush It's gonna be a good night, yeah We've never got to come down! Just hanging up the strobe lights You can be my summer Crush, crush, crush It's gonna be a good night, yeah Hey, hey, we're gonna start It all ain't gonna stop Let's do it just like we should Till the sun comes up They can't change how we are 'Cause we go where The moment takes us I want to be your rockstar And you can be my summer crush - # Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh # - # This party never ends # - # Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh # - # Tomorrow let's do it all again # Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh 'Cause summer time is going fast Make it last, make it last Yeah, that was "Until the Sun Comes Up," the hit single by The New Wiper Fluid.
And it has gone all the way to n-n-n-number one.
You snitches! The summertime is going fast Make it last make it last Hey, hey,d we're gonna start it all Ain't gonna stop Let's do it just like we should 'Til the sun comes up Let's set it off Like it's our last shot We do it all night Until the sun comes up! Ah! Hello, haters and doubters.
Number one single right here! [grunts.]
Yeah, we did that! [grunts.]
Yeah, we [grunts.]
did [grunts.]
that! [grunts.]
- Who's with me? - I am, my king! [grunts.]
We did sound pretty good! [chuckles.]
Suppose I could [grunts.]
[all grunting.]
[grunts.]
Enough! What are we celebratin' here, really? 'Cause that's not us on that track, Your Majesty.
It's overproduced babble.
That is not who we are! Oh, poor simple, Clo-Clo, clearly you understand nothing about music superstardom.
[growls.]
Immortality, baby! That song is gonna live forever! - The song's dead.
- What? "Until the Sun Comes Up" has been on the top of the charts for almost a full day now.
It's old news.
You need a new song, a second hit single, or we're through! - Capisce? - [Clover.]
Why bother? 'Cause Timo just warps our music in his fancy little machine.
It's not even our voices! Clover, please, this is no time for the truth.
Knock, knock? Hi there, Julie.
[slurps.]
Um, this is a private New Wiper Fluid practice, Nurse Phantom.
Band members only, slobber mouth.
Real original, Mort.
I wanted to see you play, Julie.
You know, I really miss the days of "Lemurs Love the Lemur Ladies.
" Lemurs Love the Lemur Ladies! I always dreamed we'd play again someday, and when I heard you'd formed a new band Gonna stop you right there.
[gasps.]
Buddy, we'd love to have you join us, but you're just too gross and spitty now.
Like, it's nasty.
[chuckles.]
We're sorry, bud.
Okay, let's come up with a second single right here, right now! Shoo, shoo.
- # We got the club on lock # - [gasps.]
Sorry, bud.
Can't be stopped, yeah, yeah! Funny.
That doesn't sound like The New Wiper Fluid that I heard - # Yeah # - Hmm.
[slurps.]
You ain't never seen it done like this We got the club on lock We can't Be stopped, yeah You ain't never seen it Done like this, no Done like this, done like this And now I'm headin' out To the next scene You know you got to get it When you're after cream Full steam ahead When you're goin' hard And it's all about the time When you're fully charged Feelings on the floor no hesitation Down for whatever any situation Holler all my people It's a celebration Celebration after celebration You ain't never seen it done like this I made it to the stage.
This is the most original, authentic band ever.
Like, ever.
No, not done like this I love their integrity.
- Original! Original! - [screams.]
- Where's she going? - What? #You ain't never seen it Done like this # Why'd she leave? We got the club on lock We can't be stopped, yeah Ah! It sounds like a baboon caught in a wheat thresher.
Go like this, done like this Timo! What's happening? The algorithm is written for the four of you.
Without Clover, the math just doesn't add up.
Did you just answer my question, because all I heard was a lot of nerd! There's nothing I can do right now, Your Majesty.
We need Clover.
Stall.
[off-beat music playing.]
Guys.
Pause it.
Pronto.
Okay, my peoples, you havin' fun tonight? What happened to our sick tunes, son? The New Wiper Fluid just gave you a tease of our new song.
Like a tickle under the back of your ear.
But don't worry.
We'll be back and bigger than ever at our best concert of all times next week.
We're gonna knock the socks all the way to your faces.
Free admission.
Best show ever.
Sha-rock it.
New Wiper Fluid out.
[crowd cheering.]
Timo, you got to fix this! The peoples can't survive without more of me.
- [clears throat.]
- Us.
Whatever.
I'm sorry, King Julien, but unless Clover comes back, the band is finished.
[both gasping.]
[grunts.]
Clover? Clover? - Clover! What is she doing, man? - Looks pretty clear to me.
She's gone rogue and is now performing her own kind of experimental music.
Oh, I can handle her.
Happy to do it, in fact.
[chuckles.]
Careful.
She could be sleep walking.
She'll lash out if you wake her up.
I've seen it before with Dorothy.
Oh.
Ka-kaw! [groans deeply.]
What are you all doing here? I am making music.
[laughs.]
Clover.
That is not music.
Oh, and The New Wiper Fluid is? [laughs.]
All we do is stand there fake playing, while Timo's stupid music machine turns our blargon into some sort of [stammers.]
some sort of, I don't know, worse blargon! [grunts.]
Maurice, what's she saying? What language is that? I can't understand her.
What's wrong with her mind? My eyes have been opened, man.
You know, I just I just play from the heart now.
From the gut! Okay, just so I'm clear, you are coming back to the band, right? [screams.]
I'm sorry, Your Majesty.
She's not coming back.
Hmm? [crowd chattering.]
Okay, guys.
We just need someone who can replace the voice of our former band-mate/traitor whose name I will not mention.
[coughing.]
I'm talking about Clover.
Clover who betrayed us.
Clover.
[coughing.]
Traitor.
Okay, who's on first? Hey.
Let me take a crack at it.
Oh, the hen said buck, buck You are out of luck If you want scrambled eggs Upon your plate! For the eggs hatched chickens And they ran like Chickens and they ran like the Dickens If you want scrambled eggs You'll have to wait C-H-I-C-K-E-N, if ya can't spell chicken Then we'll try Take a flight Come on, I won't bite Come on, I won't bite Oh, brothers last Time flies and life is too short No, never fall after all She knows [operatic vocalizing.]
In my mind they said Can't tell the story From the cover of a book [vocalizing.]
C-Country kissin', yeah What if they knew the lie? You can't go out Your love is just a beat away You don't stop dealin' You will rock this feelin' [screams.]
Oh, my ACL! And, I tore it.
[gasps.]
- Nobody left.
This is a disaster! - Ow.
Your Majesty, the logarithm for The New Wiper Fluid was written very specifically for your four voices and none of these voices are even close to Clover's.
I'm sorry, Your Majesty.
It's tough to find someone who's got that Clover intensity.
She's just so Clover-y.
[grunts.]
There has to be someone who hasn't auditioned.
[screams.]
- You want me to get him off? - [gasps.]
Hans.
Fix him.
It's computing Unbelievable! It's Hans.
He's a 100% match.
I know you've heard it all before Guys, he's perfect! Hit it.
A twelve, four, six, nine.
Hey, I'm never gonna lie no more Never will I make you cry Even though you must go Feel so numb Don't go! Hans can't sing better than me.
I'll find out what Timo's up to with that machine.
And then, the people will know the truth! Hmm [slurps.]
There you are, my precious.
One, two, three, y'all.
All right, check this.
I'm about to throw down some meat.
Look out.
Years out of the light This could be my night Outcast from the kingdom Judged for where I came from Music from my heart let me have the mic Gonna get my stage time Age forty, still my prime The people have to know the truth Ain't no fairies takin' tooths Wiper Fluid's music is a lie, lie King Julien betrayed us And our rhymes, rhymes The very idea of music gone, gone Like my soul a million times They must be stopped Check it.
The New Wiper Fluid is a lie.
And I will expose them for who they really are.
[laughs.]
- Lightning strike! - [thunderclap.]
We're live at The New Wiper Fluid's biggest concert ever.
I'm hearing from some of my unreliable sources that they are indeed going to be performing their new hit single with Clover's replacement, and new fan favorite, Hans.
It's Clover and Sage! Huh.
Sage, how does it feel to be attending tonight's show with Clover, former member of The New Wiper Fluid who is currently not on speaking terms with the king? And please, talk close to the mic, so I can feel your breath on my beak.
[babbling.]
I'm gonna take this one, Sage.
The thing about music, uh, Xix, is that even the biggest of clouds doesn't always burst into rain when you unzip their chakra.
Oh, my Frank! It's The New Wiper Fluid! You guys! [Hans moaning.]
A seven, ten, two, eight.
Let's go, let's get it started Caution warning for the faint hearted I'll be in the club like this my jam Big time ballers 'cause we going HAM Tonight's the night We're gonna live like stars Supermodels with sports cars Oh, behave, like Austin Powers Keep the party goin' As we count the hours Got me in the zone and I can't stop Life of the party, I was born to rock Shoot for the stars When you know you're hot So turn the party up Let the beat drop Let's go You ain't never seen it done like this We got the club on lock And we can't be stopped, yeah You ain't never seen it Done like this, no Done like this Done like this Whoa You ain't never seen It done like this We got the club on lock And we can't be stopped [dischordant sounds.]
Don't walk away Oh, no.
I don't know what's wrong.
This is the true Wiper Fluid! They are nothing but a bunch of phonies! - Get off the stage.
- It's not real music.
Your Majesty.
Guys.
Run.
They can't change how we are 'Cause we go where The moment takes us [grunts.]
I want to be your rockstar And you can be my summer crush - # Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh # - # This party never ends # - # Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh # - # Tomorrow let's do it all again # - # Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh # - # 'Cause summer time is going fast # Make it last Make it last Yeah, yeah, make it last Make it last! [crowd booing.]
- Peoples, peoples, please! - [crowd booing.]
Come on, you guys.
Okay, so we tweaked our music a little bit so it would sound good.
You [slurps.]
lied! It's only a lie if you care.
Think of it like creative license.
Eh? We're trendsetters, dawg.
Ow! That one hurt, you guys.
I can't let him go on like this.
All right! That is quite enough! Your Majesty, do you remember why we started this thing to begin with? Yeah.
For the fans.
Who hate us.
No.
We started the band because we fell in love with our music.
- With what we created together.
- Hmm.
Then all of this stuff happened and we went and wrecked it.
Yeah, but everybody loved us.
The insecure teenager hole inside each of us that screams out, "Please! I wanna be special! Don't let me be like everybody else" - was finally getting filled.
- Well, lucky for us, we're not teenagers anymore.
We are trendsetters.
- Taste makers.
- Prairie doggers.
Shut it, Mort.
Clover, are you saying we don't need Timo's stinking music machine to rock this town because we got the true music in our hearts? That is exactly what I'm saying.
If the audience knows we are being true to ourselves, they'll look past the rough edges and embrace us for us.
[sighs.]
That sounds highly unlikely.
Huh? Huh? [sighs.]
But okay.
Let's leap off the metaphoric cliff.
[growls.]
- [chuckles.]
- Yee.
A four, nine, seven, five.
Yeah! It's all good and gettin' even better Blue skies, only sunny weather It's a perfect day, ain't nothing wrong 'Cause everything's all right All right It's all good when we get together Why not make it last forever? When you got what matters It's all good and gettin' even better It's all good and gettin' even better Blue skies only sunny weather It's a perfect day Ain't nothing wrong We want the mechanical static back.
Butterfish's body wants that robot music, man.
[grunts.]
[Ted.]
And so our King Julien learned a valuable lesson that day.
Sometimes heart isn't enough to make up for lack of talent.
But don't worry, kids, you can always lie and let a machine do the work for you.
[laughs.]
Dancing all over the world The world Aw, yeah.
Whoo.
Oh, the hen said buck, buck You are out of luck If you want scrambled eggs Upon your plate! For the eggs hatched chickens And they ran like the Dickens If you want scrambled eggs You'll have to wait C-H-I-C-K-E-N, if ya can't spell chicken Then we'll try it once again C-H-I-C-K-E-N, spells chicken Chicken, chicken every time Oh, the rooster crowed By the side of the road Goin' cock-a-doodle Cock-a-doodle-doo
- [growls.]
- [Mort.]
I'm okay! - [laughs.]
[theme song playing.]
Party! - # Who's the king? # - # King Julien! # - # Who's the king? # - # King Julien! # Get down for the get down - # Everybody party with King who? # - # King Julien! # - # King who? # - # King Julien! # Tonight will be forever Let's do King Julien style Woof! Whoa oh, whoa oh Y'all tell me who's the king Whoa oh, whoa oh All hail King Julien [clamoring.]
[Ted.]
Being a music superstar is one crazy roller coaster ride.
And you bet your butts that's something our beloved king is about to learn firsthand.
[growling.]
Sha-rock it! [gasps.]
Okay, it's over.
Thank Frank.
I don't know.
I thought I was pretty good! [clears throat.]
I mean, [chuckles.]
we-we were pretty goo [clears throat.]
Can we get to work now? We got a day of things Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Maurice, I've got a little something I want to say to the band.
Band? [coughs.]
Delusional.
[coughs.]
We have no talent.
[coughs.]
No talent.
- [coughs.]
- Oi, mate! Band leader's speaking.
Thank you, Clover.
Because we've been playing for a super long time now Since this morning.
Exactly! I got to say, I look around at us and I smell greatness.
[inhales.]
Oh, yeah, you can smell that! [inhales.]
Sorry.
I think I'm leaking something.
[inhales.]
Ooh.
A lot of something.
[grunts.]
Our greatness deserves a name.
How does The New Wiper Fluid sound, huh? [chuckles.]
Wasn't Wiper Fluid your old garage-punk-rock-ska-band back in Lemur School? What ever happened to those guys? We were on the cusp of fame.
But we were young in a rush, and we blew up too fast.
[punk-rock music playing.]
They died? Yeah.
I just told you, they blew up.
Anywho, it's time for us to live out a dream the old Wiper Fluid could never Well, dream of.
[laughs.]
- Time to take our music to the next level! - I don't know, Your Majesty.
This music stuff should really be more of, uh, a hobby.
What Maurice is sayin' is maybe we should just practice a little bit more.
Yes.
Okay.
Yeah.
Okay.
You booked us a gig, didn't you? Yes! Superstardom here we come! Well, Dummy KJ, if you're such a smarty pants, then how'd I know you had the Queen of Hearts in your mouth? Voila! [crowd booing.]
[screams.]
- Mother! - Pancho choked.
Got the rat trap.
Means we don't have to slay it hardcore and we'll still look great by comparison.
Oh, Jeez! It hurts! Full disclosure, sometimes I go limp in front of large crowds.
I think I burst an artery at band practice.
[drum roll.]
I hear one boo and I'm goin' nuclear.
- Please welcome The New Wiper Fluid! - [crowd cheering.]
Yeah, you can be my summer Crush, crush, crush It's gonna be a good night, yeah - # We're never # - # Yes! # This is awful! This is the part of our act where my band does a [stammers.]
[screams.]
[all grunting.]
- Hey! - [grunts.]
We were supposed to be stars! [door closes.]
Stars, I tell you! [cries.]
It wasn't all bad, you know? You guys showed some real charisma out there.
Absolutely no talent, sure, but you look like a modern, successful, global-phenom, teen-sensation band.
I'll tell ya, I could picture the girls screaming, the boys asking for photos.
You guys just need a little fine tuning is all.
Aha! You see? I told you we were awesome! We just need a little tuneage.
I'll take some fine tunin' from ya.
Know what I'm sayin'? Ted just said we were talentless, Your Majesty.
Yeah, but [chuckles.]
not all four of us.
[chuckles.]
Right, Ted? You guys weren't listening to the rest of the stuff he said! Something about [chuckles.]
screaming fans, superstardom.
How can we do it, Ted? Tell us.
Please.
I know just the guy who can help.
[Julien.]
Pfft! Timo? I'm gonna get my music critiquitized by a nerd? [laughs.]
Music isn't science, guys.
Duh! I mean, duh! Sorry to correct you, Your Majesty, but it's actually all science.
I should know, I do a little progressive house music on the side.
It just so happens, I performed for a crowd of over 270,000 only last week.
[chuckles.]
[music playing.]
[crowd cheering.]
He's a huge underground sensation.
Dorothy and I have pulled more than a few all-nighters at his trance festivals.
Trust me.
He can help.
Just need to plug you guys in first.
Let's see Ah, yes, four of you.
Machine's all set for a fearsome foursome! Now, let's hear The New Wiper Fluid's new sound! My summer crush, crush, crush It's gonna be a good night, yeah We've never got to come down! Just hanging up the strobe lights You can be my summer Crush, crush, crush It's gonna be a good night, yeah Hey, hey, we're gonna start It all ain't gonna stop Let's do it just like we should Till the sun comes up They can't change how we are 'Cause we go where The moment takes us I want to be your rockstar And you can be my summer crush - # Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh # - # This party never ends # - # Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh # - # Tomorrow let's do it all again # Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh 'Cause summer time is going fast Make it last, make it last Yeah, that was "Until the Sun Comes Up," the hit single by The New Wiper Fluid.
And it has gone all the way to n-n-n-number one.
You snitches! The summertime is going fast Make it last make it last Hey, hey,d we're gonna start it all Ain't gonna stop Let's do it just like we should 'Til the sun comes up Let's set it off Like it's our last shot We do it all night Until the sun comes up! Ah! Hello, haters and doubters.
Number one single right here! [grunts.]
Yeah, we did that! [grunts.]
Yeah, we [grunts.]
did [grunts.]
that! [grunts.]
- Who's with me? - I am, my king! [grunts.]
We did sound pretty good! [chuckles.]
Suppose I could [grunts.]
[all grunting.]
[grunts.]
Enough! What are we celebratin' here, really? 'Cause that's not us on that track, Your Majesty.
It's overproduced babble.
That is not who we are! Oh, poor simple, Clo-Clo, clearly you understand nothing about music superstardom.
[growls.]
Immortality, baby! That song is gonna live forever! - The song's dead.
- What? "Until the Sun Comes Up" has been on the top of the charts for almost a full day now.
It's old news.
You need a new song, a second hit single, or we're through! - Capisce? - [Clover.]
Why bother? 'Cause Timo just warps our music in his fancy little machine.
It's not even our voices! Clover, please, this is no time for the truth.
Knock, knock? Hi there, Julie.
[slurps.]
Um, this is a private New Wiper Fluid practice, Nurse Phantom.
Band members only, slobber mouth.
Real original, Mort.
I wanted to see you play, Julie.
You know, I really miss the days of "Lemurs Love the Lemur Ladies.
" Lemurs Love the Lemur Ladies! I always dreamed we'd play again someday, and when I heard you'd formed a new band Gonna stop you right there.
[gasps.]
Buddy, we'd love to have you join us, but you're just too gross and spitty now.
Like, it's nasty.
[chuckles.]
We're sorry, bud.
Okay, let's come up with a second single right here, right now! Shoo, shoo.
- # We got the club on lock # - [gasps.]
Sorry, bud.
Can't be stopped, yeah, yeah! Funny.
That doesn't sound like The New Wiper Fluid that I heard - # Yeah # - Hmm.
[slurps.]
You ain't never seen it done like this We got the club on lock We can't Be stopped, yeah You ain't never seen it Done like this, no Done like this, done like this And now I'm headin' out To the next scene You know you got to get it When you're after cream Full steam ahead When you're goin' hard And it's all about the time When you're fully charged Feelings on the floor no hesitation Down for whatever any situation Holler all my people It's a celebration Celebration after celebration You ain't never seen it done like this I made it to the stage.
This is the most original, authentic band ever.
Like, ever.
No, not done like this I love their integrity.
- Original! Original! - [screams.]
- Where's she going? - What? #You ain't never seen it Done like this # Why'd she leave? We got the club on lock We can't be stopped, yeah Ah! It sounds like a baboon caught in a wheat thresher.
Go like this, done like this Timo! What's happening? The algorithm is written for the four of you.
Without Clover, the math just doesn't add up.
Did you just answer my question, because all I heard was a lot of nerd! There's nothing I can do right now, Your Majesty.
We need Clover.
Stall.
[off-beat music playing.]
Guys.
Pause it.
Pronto.
Okay, my peoples, you havin' fun tonight? What happened to our sick tunes, son? The New Wiper Fluid just gave you a tease of our new song.
Like a tickle under the back of your ear.
But don't worry.
We'll be back and bigger than ever at our best concert of all times next week.
We're gonna knock the socks all the way to your faces.
Free admission.
Best show ever.
Sha-rock it.
New Wiper Fluid out.
[crowd cheering.]
Timo, you got to fix this! The peoples can't survive without more of me.
- [clears throat.]
- Us.
Whatever.
I'm sorry, King Julien, but unless Clover comes back, the band is finished.
[both gasping.]
[grunts.]
Clover? Clover? - Clover! What is she doing, man? - Looks pretty clear to me.
She's gone rogue and is now performing her own kind of experimental music.
Oh, I can handle her.
Happy to do it, in fact.
[chuckles.]
Careful.
She could be sleep walking.
She'll lash out if you wake her up.
I've seen it before with Dorothy.
Oh.
Ka-kaw! [groans deeply.]
What are you all doing here? I am making music.
[laughs.]
Clover.
That is not music.
Oh, and The New Wiper Fluid is? [laughs.]
All we do is stand there fake playing, while Timo's stupid music machine turns our blargon into some sort of [stammers.]
some sort of, I don't know, worse blargon! [grunts.]
Maurice, what's she saying? What language is that? I can't understand her.
What's wrong with her mind? My eyes have been opened, man.
You know, I just I just play from the heart now.
From the gut! Okay, just so I'm clear, you are coming back to the band, right? [screams.]
I'm sorry, Your Majesty.
She's not coming back.
Hmm? [crowd chattering.]
Okay, guys.
We just need someone who can replace the voice of our former band-mate/traitor whose name I will not mention.
[coughing.]
I'm talking about Clover.
Clover who betrayed us.
Clover.
[coughing.]
Traitor.
Okay, who's on first? Hey.
Let me take a crack at it.
Oh, the hen said buck, buck You are out of luck If you want scrambled eggs Upon your plate! For the eggs hatched chickens And they ran like Chickens and they ran like the Dickens If you want scrambled eggs You'll have to wait C-H-I-C-K-E-N, if ya can't spell chicken Then we'll try Take a flight Come on, I won't bite Come on, I won't bite Oh, brothers last Time flies and life is too short No, never fall after all She knows [operatic vocalizing.]
In my mind they said Can't tell the story From the cover of a book [vocalizing.]
C-Country kissin', yeah What if they knew the lie? You can't go out Your love is just a beat away You don't stop dealin' You will rock this feelin' [screams.]
Oh, my ACL! And, I tore it.
[gasps.]
- Nobody left.
This is a disaster! - Ow.
Your Majesty, the logarithm for The New Wiper Fluid was written very specifically for your four voices and none of these voices are even close to Clover's.
I'm sorry, Your Majesty.
It's tough to find someone who's got that Clover intensity.
She's just so Clover-y.
[grunts.]
There has to be someone who hasn't auditioned.
[screams.]
- You want me to get him off? - [gasps.]
Hans.
Fix him.
It's computing Unbelievable! It's Hans.
He's a 100% match.
I know you've heard it all before Guys, he's perfect! Hit it.
A twelve, four, six, nine.
Hey, I'm never gonna lie no more Never will I make you cry Even though you must go Feel so numb Don't go! Hans can't sing better than me.
I'll find out what Timo's up to with that machine.
And then, the people will know the truth! Hmm [slurps.]
There you are, my precious.
One, two, three, y'all.
All right, check this.
I'm about to throw down some meat.
Look out.
Years out of the light This could be my night Outcast from the kingdom Judged for where I came from Music from my heart let me have the mic Gonna get my stage time Age forty, still my prime The people have to know the truth Ain't no fairies takin' tooths Wiper Fluid's music is a lie, lie King Julien betrayed us And our rhymes, rhymes The very idea of music gone, gone Like my soul a million times They must be stopped Check it.
The New Wiper Fluid is a lie.
And I will expose them for who they really are.
[laughs.]
- Lightning strike! - [thunderclap.]
We're live at The New Wiper Fluid's biggest concert ever.
I'm hearing from some of my unreliable sources that they are indeed going to be performing their new hit single with Clover's replacement, and new fan favorite, Hans.
It's Clover and Sage! Huh.
Sage, how does it feel to be attending tonight's show with Clover, former member of The New Wiper Fluid who is currently not on speaking terms with the king? And please, talk close to the mic, so I can feel your breath on my beak.
[babbling.]
I'm gonna take this one, Sage.
The thing about music, uh, Xix, is that even the biggest of clouds doesn't always burst into rain when you unzip their chakra.
Oh, my Frank! It's The New Wiper Fluid! You guys! [Hans moaning.]
A seven, ten, two, eight.
Let's go, let's get it started Caution warning for the faint hearted I'll be in the club like this my jam Big time ballers 'cause we going HAM Tonight's the night We're gonna live like stars Supermodels with sports cars Oh, behave, like Austin Powers Keep the party goin' As we count the hours Got me in the zone and I can't stop Life of the party, I was born to rock Shoot for the stars When you know you're hot So turn the party up Let the beat drop Let's go You ain't never seen it done like this We got the club on lock And we can't be stopped, yeah You ain't never seen it Done like this, no Done like this Done like this Whoa You ain't never seen It done like this We got the club on lock And we can't be stopped [dischordant sounds.]
Don't walk away Oh, no.
I don't know what's wrong.
This is the true Wiper Fluid! They are nothing but a bunch of phonies! - Get off the stage.
- It's not real music.
Your Majesty.
Guys.
Run.
They can't change how we are 'Cause we go where The moment takes us [grunts.]
I want to be your rockstar And you can be my summer crush - # Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh # - # This party never ends # - # Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh # - # Tomorrow let's do it all again # - # Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh # - # 'Cause summer time is going fast # Make it last Make it last Yeah, yeah, make it last Make it last! [crowd booing.]
- Peoples, peoples, please! - [crowd booing.]
Come on, you guys.
Okay, so we tweaked our music a little bit so it would sound good.
You [slurps.]
lied! It's only a lie if you care.
Think of it like creative license.
Eh? We're trendsetters, dawg.
Ow! That one hurt, you guys.
I can't let him go on like this.
All right! That is quite enough! Your Majesty, do you remember why we started this thing to begin with? Yeah.
For the fans.
Who hate us.
No.
We started the band because we fell in love with our music.
- With what we created together.
- Hmm.
Then all of this stuff happened and we went and wrecked it.
Yeah, but everybody loved us.
The insecure teenager hole inside each of us that screams out, "Please! I wanna be special! Don't let me be like everybody else" - was finally getting filled.
- Well, lucky for us, we're not teenagers anymore.
We are trendsetters.
- Taste makers.
- Prairie doggers.
Shut it, Mort.
Clover, are you saying we don't need Timo's stinking music machine to rock this town because we got the true music in our hearts? That is exactly what I'm saying.
If the audience knows we are being true to ourselves, they'll look past the rough edges and embrace us for us.
[sighs.]
That sounds highly unlikely.
Huh? Huh? [sighs.]
But okay.
Let's leap off the metaphoric cliff.
[growls.]
- [chuckles.]
- Yee.
A four, nine, seven, five.
Yeah! It's all good and gettin' even better Blue skies, only sunny weather It's a perfect day, ain't nothing wrong 'Cause everything's all right All right It's all good when we get together Why not make it last forever? When you got what matters It's all good and gettin' even better It's all good and gettin' even better Blue skies only sunny weather It's a perfect day Ain't nothing wrong We want the mechanical static back.
Butterfish's body wants that robot music, man.
[grunts.]
[Ted.]
And so our King Julien learned a valuable lesson that day.
Sometimes heart isn't enough to make up for lack of talent.
But don't worry, kids, you can always lie and let a machine do the work for you.
[laughs.]
Dancing all over the world The world Aw, yeah.
Whoo.
Oh, the hen said buck, buck You are out of luck If you want scrambled eggs Upon your plate! For the eggs hatched chickens And they ran like the Dickens If you want scrambled eggs You'll have to wait C-H-I-C-K-E-N, if ya can't spell chicken Then we'll try it once again C-H-I-C-K-E-N, spells chicken Chicken, chicken every time Oh, the rooster crowed By the side of the road Goin' cock-a-doodle Cock-a-doodle-doo