Private was walking outside. Suddenly he heard music. It came from the HQ.
He went down the fishbowl enterance. What he saw was funny and somewhat disturbing. There were lights, the room was pink, and with colorful balloons, paper streamers, and hearts.
Rico was a D.J. and Everyone else holds a microphone. (including King Julien. Mort and Maurice were dancing)
Rico tossed Private a microphone and he sang along.
Julien: Ladies and Gentalmen-ies, my servants!
Skipper: I'm Skipper, this is my crew, and we're gonna sing a song.
Skipper: Bow Chica Bow Wow!
Marlene: That's what my baby says
Kowalski: Mow Mow Mow
Marlene: And my cuore starts pumpin'
Private: Chica Chica Choo wop
Marlene: Never gonna stop
Everyone: Gitchi Gitchi Goo Means that I Amore you!
Julien: My baby's got her own way of talking,
When ever she says something sweet,
And she knows it's my world she's a rockin,
When my vocabulary's incomplete!
Skipper: I know it may sound accusing,
Sometimes I wish she'd give it to me straight!
But I never feel like I'm losing!
Marlene: Losing!
Skipper: When I take the time to translate!
Marlene: Here's what I'm talking 'bout!
Skipper: Bow Chica Bow Wow!
Marlene: That's what my baby says.
Kowalski: Mow Mow Mow!
Marlene: And my cuore starts pumpin'
Private: Chica Chica Choo wop!
Marlene: Never gonna stop!
Everyone: Gitchi Gitchi Goo Means that I Amore you!
Julien: Well I don't know what to do!
Marlene: (I don't know what to do)
Julien: But I think I'm getting through.
Marlene: (I think I'm getting through)
Julien: Cause When I say I Amore you.
Marlene: (When I say I Amore you)
Boys: She says I Gitchi Gitchi Goo te Too!
Marlene: (Gitchi Gitchi Goo te Too)
Boys: Gitchi Gitchi Goo te Too!
Marlene: (Gitchi Gitchi Goo te Too)
Kowalski: Don't need a dictionary!
Skipper: Bow Chica Bow Wow
Marlene: That's what my baby says
Skipper: Mow Mow Mow
Marlene: And my cuore starts pumpin'
Skipper: Chica Chica Choo Wop
Marlene: Never gonna stop
Everyone: Gitchi Gitchi Goo Means that I Amore you!
Boys: I detto a Bow Chica Bow Wow!
Marlene: That's what my baby says!
Boys: Mow Mow Mow!
Marlene: And my cuore starts pumpin'!
Boys: Chica Chica Choo wop!
Marlene: I'm never gonna stop!
Everyone: Gitchi Gitchi Goo Means that I Amore you!
Everyone:
Gitchi Gitchi goo means that I Amore you!
Gitchi Gitchi goo means,
That I Amore te Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby!
Rico: Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby.
Everyone: Gitchi Gitchi goo means that I Amore you!
(Woo-Hoo!)
"Well that was fun..." detto Skipper. "OK! Back to work!"
He went down the fishbowl enterance. What he saw was funny and somewhat disturbing. There were lights, the room was pink, and with colorful balloons, paper streamers, and hearts.
Rico was a D.J. and Everyone else holds a microphone. (including King Julien. Mort and Maurice were dancing)
Rico tossed Private a microphone and he sang along.
Julien: Ladies and Gentalmen-ies, my servants!
Skipper: I'm Skipper, this is my crew, and we're gonna sing a song.
Skipper: Bow Chica Bow Wow!
Marlene: That's what my baby says
Kowalski: Mow Mow Mow
Marlene: And my cuore starts pumpin'
Private: Chica Chica Choo wop
Marlene: Never gonna stop
Everyone: Gitchi Gitchi Goo Means that I Amore you!
Julien: My baby's got her own way of talking,
When ever she says something sweet,
And she knows it's my world she's a rockin,
When my vocabulary's incomplete!
Skipper: I know it may sound accusing,
Sometimes I wish she'd give it to me straight!
But I never feel like I'm losing!
Marlene: Losing!
Skipper: When I take the time to translate!
Marlene: Here's what I'm talking 'bout!
Skipper: Bow Chica Bow Wow!
Marlene: That's what my baby says.
Kowalski: Mow Mow Mow!
Marlene: And my cuore starts pumpin'
Private: Chica Chica Choo wop!
Marlene: Never gonna stop!
Everyone: Gitchi Gitchi Goo Means that I Amore you!
Julien: Well I don't know what to do!
Marlene: (I don't know what to do)
Julien: But I think I'm getting through.
Marlene: (I think I'm getting through)
Julien: Cause When I say I Amore you.
Marlene: (When I say I Amore you)
Boys: She says I Gitchi Gitchi Goo te Too!
Marlene: (Gitchi Gitchi Goo te Too)
Boys: Gitchi Gitchi Goo te Too!
Marlene: (Gitchi Gitchi Goo te Too)
Kowalski: Don't need a dictionary!
Skipper: Bow Chica Bow Wow
Marlene: That's what my baby says
Skipper: Mow Mow Mow
Marlene: And my cuore starts pumpin'
Skipper: Chica Chica Choo Wop
Marlene: Never gonna stop
Everyone: Gitchi Gitchi Goo Means that I Amore you!
Boys: I detto a Bow Chica Bow Wow!
Marlene: That's what my baby says!
Boys: Mow Mow Mow!
Marlene: And my cuore starts pumpin'!
Boys: Chica Chica Choo wop!
Marlene: I'm never gonna stop!
Everyone: Gitchi Gitchi Goo Means that I Amore you!
Everyone:
Gitchi Gitchi goo means that I Amore you!
Gitchi Gitchi goo means,
That I Amore te Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby!
Rico: Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby.
Everyone: Gitchi Gitchi goo means that I Amore you!
(Woo-Hoo!)
"Well that was fun..." detto Skipper. "OK! Back to work!"
Everyone went crazy including Skipper and Rico. the lemurs cannot stop. Just then, Private saw his CD that he downloaded from the internet. "Kowalski, I got an idea."Private briefly explained and Kowalski found it interesting.
Meanwhile, everyone went to the HQ. Suddenly, Private and Kowalski started the music.
Private: My hot dog's dead..
My pizza's dead.
My cupcake is dead.
Kowalski: Oh, uh, my doughnut's dead. My burger's dead.
My milkshake is dead.
Finn: All of our preferito foods
are totally dead.
They can not procreate in little Cibo beds.
We'll eat them up
and turn them into stuff.
Kowalski: And we'll cry over their graves,
but ya can't cry enough...
Private and Kowalski: When te miss someone te Amore te can't cry enough.
Everyone stopped. The curse broke and everyone cheered for them even Skipper and Rico. Soon, they never forgot the giorno ever again.
Meanwhile, everyone went to the HQ. Suddenly, Private and Kowalski started the music.
Private: My hot dog's dead..
My pizza's dead.
My cupcake is dead.
Kowalski: Oh, uh, my doughnut's dead. My burger's dead.
My milkshake is dead.
Finn: All of our preferito foods
are totally dead.
They can not procreate in little Cibo beds.
We'll eat them up
and turn them into stuff.
Kowalski: And we'll cry over their graves,
but ya can't cry enough...
Private and Kowalski: When te miss someone te Amore te can't cry enough.
Everyone stopped. The curse broke and everyone cheered for them even Skipper and Rico. Soon, they never forgot the giorno ever again.