"Oh don't you just love it Maurice?" Julian said, basking in the African sun on his beautifully carved ivory throne overlooking the flamingo flock.
"Love what," Maurice asked, fanning Julian.
"The lovin' season! I'm lovin' the lovin' season!" Julian exclaimed, ignoring the fact that he was pushing Maurice away. "reminds me of Madagascar, just seeing those love birds aware of my unwanted takeover as self proclaimed king are still having those smoochie coochie feelings,"
"Yeah," Maurice agreed, looking at the flamingos' slender necks joining together making a lovely pink heart. "Remember that love canopy we had back in Madagascar?"
Julian then lit up then gave an odd outburst. "Oh Maurice don't get me started with that! Ha, ha! With the grooming and the jumping! Ho, ho! Lots of memories! Good times Maurice! All of the ladies wanted to go to the canopy with me,"
Maurice gave a suspicious look. "Really?"
Julian fidgeted at his look. "OK!" he exclaimed, waving his arms in the air. "So I offered them a cookie! Who would not want a Chips Ahoy chewy snack?!"
Mort was happily sitting down holding up King Julian's feet as a newly appointed royal foot bearer along with other positions as squire, bodyguard, food offering, poison checker, piranha exterminator, Plan B, and many other rather dangerous things but Mort was proud of them all. The flamingos soon started looking at King Julian hitting Maurice on the head, they whispered amongst themselves. Mort noticed their whispering. "Uh King Juliaaan…" he said, remembering his post as a rebellion-alerter- then-getting- blamed-for-it.
"What is it?" King Julian asked, already annoyed.
"The flamingos, they are whispering! They are planning a rebellion!" he answered.
"Whispering flamingos?! They must've be planning a rebellion," he whispered to himself.
"We could ask why you know," Maurice suggested.
"You know I could ask," King Julian continued. "Yes, that's a great idea!"
Maurice rolled his eyes. Julian stood up on top of his throne. "My beloved children! I call a meeting to order thank you very much."
The flamingos stood around circling the throne.
"What I have noticed, with my kingly eye, have seen an uprising rising, so what I've been thinking… what the heck's wrong!" Julian yelled.
The flamingos squawked and called, feathers flying everywhere.
"What are they saying?" Julian asked Maurice.
"I dunno," Maurice replied then looking at Mort.
"Umm… they are saying… that they… are in need… of a clean!" Mort exclaimed.
"A clean?" Julian said. "Well, I think I'm pretty hygienic," he smelled his armpit then acted as if he was throwing up.
The flamingos squawked louder.
"No, no not a clean… a queen!" Mort squealed.
"A queen!" Julian shouted. "wha- what wh-why do you need a a queen for I'm I not good enough for you?!"
The flamingos squawked and one of them stood in front and started quacking, squawking, flapping his wings and squawking some more. When he finished the crowd of pink birds cheered. Feathers flew everywhere
"What did they say?" Julian yelled, still shocked
"They say uhh…umm… they need to bring a new heir! Pronto!" Mort translated.
"They know Spanish?" Maurice asked.
"Why do they need a new heir? I'm King Julian!" Julian cried.
"Well, I find their argument reasonable," Maurice pointed out.
"What do you mean 'I find their argument reasonable'?" Julian said.
"Well when you're gone do you want a blood relative to take over you know… like a son or somethin'?" Maurice asked.
"So if a blood sun takes over there's no partying nights?" Julian asked.
"No, like a son, you get queen, have son and there's your heir," Maurice explained, amazingly patient.
Julian stared at him. "Oh, so that's what a queen's for," Julian said.
Maurice rolled his eyes.
Julian stood up on his throne. "Birdbrains! After considering your request of having a queen by my side, I've decided not to grant it, completely unnecessary,"
The flamingos glared at him.
"They're not liking!' Mort cried.
"I think you should do it!" Maurice said.
"Why is it everything what the majority wants? What about some me sometimes," Julian objected. "Nope not gonna happen,"
"Julian, you should really consider their request, it completely harmless," Maurice warned. "Who knows what they are going to do,"
"What they are gonna do they are just birdbrains," Julian said.
The flamingos looked at each other then suddenly jumped out and grabbed Julian.
"Help, Maurice! The hippies are getting me!" Julian cried out.
One of the flamingos stood up and started quacking, squawking, flapping his wings and squawking some more.
"What did they say?" Julian asked all tied up with Mort and Maurice.
"They say you have to do what they say or…"
The leading flamingo grabbed Julian's crown.
"Not my crown!" King Julian yelled.
"… you're not going to be king anymore!" Mort cried out rather happily.