Madagascar 3 gangnam style!

anteprima of Upcoming Chapter 22:

“Hurry! It’s closing!” yelled Private, the strain ringing clearly from his voice. He grunted, straining his flipper muscles as he tried his best to keep the slowly closing tomb open for the Doberman army’s entrapment. Whatever was going on with the sarcophagus; it was really putting up a fight.

The ancient carvings on the coffin’s doors glowed once more; only this time, a bright, neon blue. The beams of topaz radiance streamed outward in various directions, stretching all the way to the cave entrance; where some of the rays bounced gracefully off the...

Some of the characters from POM are in a group therapy room and I'm the therapist.
Me: Glad to see everyone here. Who'd like to begin?
P: Well, i'd like to say that I've stopped hanging around with Mort and I haven't touched a arachide, arachidi burro winky since June 3rd. (the others clap)
Me: 3 weeks sober. Impressive. How does it feel?
P: Well, there has been constant RINGING IN MY EARS and it feels as though my body is devouring itself from the inside! (getting ready to slap himself in the face)
K: Be strong, young Private. I know what it's like to be addictive to enjoyment.
KJ: (muttering) Psychotic scientist....

One day, a long long time ago, there was a great king. His name was King Julien. Not ME King Julien, a different one. Eh, I think he was my... great great great great great great greatr grandfather. Wait, was that too many greats? I think it was... nevermind. This King Julien was King Julien the Fifth, o King Julien V in fancy talk. He was not as great as me, but he came pretty close! He ruled over his kingdom with justice, and most of all, courage.
Everything was fantabulous, and the harvest was full of the bounties, so all of the lemurs decided to have a party. But this was not the usual...