Skipper - Madagascar Kartz - Voices [English] (PlayStation 3) Edit

Abort the mission. Dive, dive, dive.

Afterwards, ready, bayonets.

And that's why they call me Skippy.

Are you eyeing us?

Back it up, boys.

Boys, we run a clean race if we get caught.

Chest out, nice forward. Look sharp, boys.

Chuck that one down to grit, spit and duct tape.

Don't let him see you cry.

Failure is not an option. It's our reality.

Feel the sting of failure, boys.

Find a hanky private. There's a globa goo on our tail.

Fire and forget, boys. What did I just say?

Fuck up, private.

Geared up and good to go.

Give him the bird, boys.

Good work, boys.

Gorski, what is that thing?

Green does not mean go.

Hitting the clouds, the rest in our dust.

I find it pretty and. Somewhat hypnotic.

I'm blaming this one on you, Kowalski.

In your beak.

Incoming.

It ain't over till the hippo sings, boys.

It's shiny and it's eyes.

It's us or them.

Just another conquest.

Just smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave.

Kisad tail feathers.

Let's hit him where it hurts.

Look out, boys.

Nature deserves better.

New mission, boys. Beat that beast.

Next time he comes by, boys cough on him.

Nice moves, doll.

Nice shooting boys.

No Mercy, soldiers.

No retreat, no surrender.

Now this is more like it.

Ohh, this just got ugly.

On today's menu Jello.

Opposable thumbs, huh?

Pretty boy at 6:00.

Private Rico Kowalski Time to roll.

Problemo solved, boys.

Rico Stealth mode.

Rico, let's send this ogre back to the Swamp.

Rico, we leave no ball behind.

Right between the cheeks.

Score one for the good guys.

See boys, we stick to the plan and we all get to go home.

So this is how they want to play it, huh?

Son of a Sergeant.

Step it up, boys.

Team Penguin eyes front.

That's a handy of a weapon.

That's one down.

That's the way it's setter, etcetera. I like it.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

They never saw it coming.

This guy's a flying our ointment.

This just got ugly.

This one still fresh from the mold or is he mold?

Time for a little Penguin power.

Time to pick up the pace.

To the winners go the spoils.

Watch it quadruped.

We are in charge now, boys.

We are staying alive, boys.

We gave him the neck breaker.

We have the tools and the desire.

We may have lost the war, but we lost the battle too.

We're flightless birds on wheels. The others don't stand a chance.

We're gonna need more striped horsepower.

We're headed into hostile territory, boys.

We're running out of time.

We've been ratted out, boys.

Well played, Rico.

Well, at least he didn't need us. Yep.

Well, that ain't gonna fly.

What's black and white and in the rearview mirror?

Where there is hope, there is victory.

Who invited the fur ball?

Who says a Penguin can't fly?

Will now be a monkey's uncle.

You boys make me proud to be your leader.

You can lead from the rear, Your Highness.

You move like a Penguin, and I mean that.