Air to the Throne
Penguin: Heir to the throne! Heir to the throne! The King is gone, we are on our own! Miss Baboon: Not heir, you silly goose, AIR! The King is alive, quite well actually. But he has run out of air, his dryer died tragically. Penguin: Miss Baboon, I am a penguin… Miss Baboon: Stop! Let me stop you right there, nothing else matters, just our Majesty’s hair! We must find him more air, how or where I don’t care. Spare…