Winter Wonderland

Times Square, Twolien O'clock

Julien darted up to a window display, eagerly pressing his nose against the glass. "Maurice! Come look at these snowy-globes of fabulousness! I decree that the king must have one."

Maurice walked over to stand next to the ring-tailed lemur. "Those are five dollars each. We only have three dollars and eighteen cents from the wishing well."

"Hmph." Julien pulled himself away from the window and crossed his arms. "The king must have more money than this if he is to be shopping for Christmasy-time."

"You can have my money!" Mort piped, raising his hands.

"And how much do you have?"

"Zero dollars and zero cents!" Mort giggled and held out an empty hand. "Here is your invisible cash!"

"Ugh," Julien sighed, dramatically letting his arms flop to his sides. "Let's be looking for some different shiny stuff." The lemurs walked away from the store, heading down the sidewalk, dressed in scarves and little earmuffs. New York City had been transformed into a dazzling array of white Christmas lights, wreaths, garlands, and snow. It made Julien jump up and down with delight. Christmas music began to ring out in the square:

Sleigh Bells Ring, Are you Listening? In the Lane, Snow is Glistening

"Maurice! It is one of my favoritest songs!" Julien exclaimed. He joined in. "A beautiful sight! We're happy tonight. Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland. Come, let us frolic in the snow!" He scooped up a handful and threw it, hitting a random pedestrian in the face.

"Touchdown!" Mort cried, jumping in the air.

"Uh, are you sure that's a good idea?" Maurice asked.

"What, a snowballing fight? Of COURSE it is a good idea, Maurice. Why? Because my brain was thinking of it. Join me!" Julien laughed and made another snowball, throwing at another poor pedestrian. Maurice sighed and made his own snowball, hurling it into the throng. The man Maurice hit wiped the snow off his face and looked around in confusion for the source of the mysterious projectile.

"Hey, that is kind of fun!"

Later on, We'll conspire, As we Dream, By the Fire

"Told you!" Julien smiled.

"I want to make sandballs too!" Mort gathered a tiny amount of snow is his hands and flung it with all his might. It landed on the ground a foot away. "Hooray!"

To Face Unafraid, The Plans that we've Made, Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland

The humans were beginning to all look around at each other, pointing and arguing and accusing each other of throwing snowballs. The lemurs laughed.

"Silly peoples!" Julien remarked, adjusting his earmuffs. There was soon a full-out snowball fight in Times Square, with everyone, even a few policemen, throwing wildly at everyone else. "Haha! Humany folk are so entertaining. But now I am bored. Let us be continuing the search for Christmasy presents." The lemurs strolled away, walking past more stores until Julien gave a loud and excessive gasp. "THAT! That is what I am wanting!" He pointed to a huge snowman standing outside a toy shop. "A snowman bodyguard!"

"Are you crazy? You can't buy a snowman! You couldn't even move that thing!" Maurice exclaimed.

"King Julien is not crazy!" Mort protested. "The feet can move anything!" He gave King Julien's toes a hug.

"One, thank you Mort, and Twolien, NO TOUCHING THE FEET!" He kicked him away. "Now, how to get this snowman bodyguard back to my lovely kingdom…" Julien tapped his chin.

We'll Have Lots of Fun with Mister Snowman, Until the Other Kids Knock Him Down

Julien snapped his fingers. "That is being it! We will knock down this snowy man and roll him back to the zoo! He is very roundy. It is a perfect idea."

"Uh, I'm not so sure that-"

"Quiet Maurice. No protesting the king's plan." Julien scurried toward the snowman and began trying to push it over. Maurice sighed and joined in. Even with the strength of both of them, they were unable to budge it. Mort dashed over to help, pushing hard next to Julien's legs.

"Ugh!" Julien groaned. "This is being very hard on the kingly muscles!"

"I will massage the feet for you!" Mort shouted, jumping to his favorite place.

"How many times do I have to be telling you?!" Julien yelled, giving a huge and powerful kick that sent Mort flying almost straight up into the air. He smashed into the snowman's head, and it tipped, falling to the sidewalk.

"Oopsie!" Mort said.

Julien stood with his mouth open for a minute before speaking. "Perfect! We can just roll the HEAD back to the zoo! I have always wanted another head. I am so glad I thought of that!" He rushed over and began to push the giant ball of snow down the lane. Maurice rolled his eyes and followed, Mort bouncing at his heels.

When it Snows, Ain't it Thrillin', Though Your Nose, Gets a Chillin'

Julien joined in for the last line of the song, changing the words slightly: "We'll frolic and play, the Julien way! Rollin' down a New York Wonderland."