Narrator: Antarctica, an inhospitable wasteland, but even here, on the Earth's
frozen bottom, we find life.
Narrator: And not just any life... Penguins.
Narrator: Joyous, frolicking, waddling, cute and cuddly life. Look at them,
tumbling onto their chubby bum bums. Who could take these frisky snow-
clowns...
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.
Kowalski: Skipper, we appear to be flightless.
Skipper: Oh, well, what's the point of these?
Skipper: Whoa, I like it! Hey, this could be our thing! What are we going to
call it? Let's call it the, uh... high one.
Skipper: Hey! Anybody see that? That's an egg! Is someone gonna go get it?
Penguin #5: We can't do that.
Skipper: Why not?
Penguin #6: Well, it's a dangerous world out there, and we're just penguins.
You know, nothing but cute and cuddly.
Penguin #7: Yeah. Why do you think there are always documentary crews
filming us?
Penguin #8: Well, sorry, kid. You know, we lose a few eggs every year. It's
just nature.
Skipper: Oh, right, nature. I guess that makes sense, but... something...
something deep down in my gut tells me that it makes no sense at all. You
know what? I reject nature!
Skipper: Who's with me?!
Kowalski: The old ship. No one's ever returned from there alive.
Skipper: Relax, Kowalski. There's a bird down there now. Look, he's fine.
Skipper: Leopard seals... nature's snakes.
Kowalski: Aren't snakes nature's snakes?
Skipper: How should I know? I live on the flipping frozen tundra.
Skipper: They're going for the egg! Give me a way down there, ASAP!
Kowalski: All one would have to do is collect 300 feet of kelp, dry it in the...
Narrator: Tiny and helpless, the baby penguins are frozen with fear. They
know if they fall from this cliff, they will surely die. Gunter, give them a
shove.
Kowalski: …harnessing the jellyfish we've trained to obey simple voice
commands.
Skipper: Now, that's more like it!
Skipper: That-a-boy, Rico! Don't let him have it!
Skipper: Okay. I guess that works.
Kowalski: Get to high ground!
Skipper: Boo-yah!
Kowalski: Success!
Kowalski: I'd recommend firing it now.
Skipper: Nope, hold on.
Kowalski: Uh, we really should fire it.
Skipper: Not till we see the white of its eyes.
Kowalski: They're mostly pupil. Very little white. Almost none!
Skipper: They got to have a little bit of white, right?
Kowalski: None whatsoever.
Skipper: What if they look really far to the left?
Skipper: Fire in the hole!
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!
Skipper: Oops. My bad.
Skipper: Look, it's... it's the miracle of birth.
Kowalski: A moment of extraordinary beauty.
Skipper: Daaagh!! That is disgusting! I think I have amniotic sac in my
mouth!
Private: Hello. Are you my family?
Kowalski: You don't have a family, and we're all going to die. Sorry.
Private: Wh-Wha...?
Kowalski: What? I thought that was what we were all nodding about.
Skipper: No one's gonna die!
Skipper: Y'know what you got, kid? You've got us. We've got each other. If
that ain't a family, I don't know what is.
Skipper: So adorable.
Skipper: Kowalski, what's our trajectory?
Kowalski: 95% 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.