- Private: Skipper, hasn't Kitka's behavior seemed a little strange this week?
- Skipper: Strangely attractive, or strangely compelling?
- Kowalski: Skipper, I believe Private meant strange in the "Oh, sweet mercy, we are going to be torn to shreds and swallowed into a churning cauldron of digestive juices!" sort of way.
- Kowalski: As I was saying, the culprit is...
- King Julien: Me! I confess! I did it! Mort was camera-hogging all the glory, so I got rid of him! Who knew the depths of my depravity?
- Maurice: No, you didn't! I was with you the whole time.
- King Julien: Oh. Well in that case, disregard my previous apology.
- Mort: Even though I am a ghost, I still have your feet. Yay!
- King Julien: A predator! Quick, Maurice! Activate the falcon shield!
- Maurice: Right away, your highness.
- [Maurice puts Mort tied to a stick in front of Kitka]
- Skipper: What's with Sad-eyes?
- Maurice: [Smears sauce on Mort] Barbecue sauce?
- Mort: I'm yummy with cornbread.
- King Julien: If you still have room for dessert, you can eat the dumpy one too. He will not mind.
- Maurice: [Stammering] Say what?
- Kitka: I can't watch!
- King Julien: Okay. Then I will describe it to you in really boss sound effects. Check it out. Flang! Scraw! Ook!
- Skipper: Well, I hope you all learned something about not judging others. Miss Kitka is clearly a fine, non-zoo-animal-eating citizen.
- Kitka: That's right. I only ate one squirrel, and he wasn't even from the zoo. Oh, excuse me a sec.
- [She barfs up Fred the squirrel]
- Fred: It's a nice flight, but the snacks in there are terrible.
- Skipper: I think we should see other people.
- Skipper: You guys haven't gotten to know Miss Kitka like I have. She's a beautiful huntress of the skies, with razor sharp talons and a beak that could cut through battleship steel. Hiya! Ping!
- Skipper: Forget it, you two. They always pick Private. Adorableness is his secret weapon.
- Marlene: Secret weapon?
- Skipper: Sure, we all have one. Mine is fearless moxie, Kowalski's is scientific genius, Rico's is psychotic derangement, and Private's is adorableness.
- Private: Gee, Skipper, I think anyone can be on the cover. All you have to do is believe.
- [Everyone awws]
- Skipper: See? Secret weapon.
- Kowalski: Can I finish my sentence, please? The culprit is... someone... excedingly mean, or at the very least, not nice.