Antarctica.
An inhospitable wasteland.
But even here,|on the earth's frozen bottom...
we find life.
And not just any life.
Penguins!
Joyous, frolicking, waddling,|cute and cuddly life.
Look at them...
tumbling onto their chubby bum-bums.
Who could take these|frisky little snow clowns...
Seriously?
Does anyone even know|where we're marching to?
- Who cares?|- I question nothing.
Me, too.|- Me, too!
Well, fine!
We'll just fly to the front of the line|and see for ourselves.
Kowalski! Rico!|Engage aerial surveillance.
Here we go!|Doing it! Come on!
Skipper, we appear to be flightless.
Well, what's the point of these?
I like it!|Hey, this could be our thing!
What are we gonna call it?|Let's call it the "high one."
Hey, did anybody see that?|That's an egg!
Is someone gonna go get it?
We can't do that.
Why not?
Well, it's a dangerous world out there,|and we're just penguins.
You know, nothing but cute and cuddly.
Yeah! Why do you think there are always|documentary crews filming us?
Well, sorry, kid.|We lose a few eggs every year.
It's just nature.
Oh, right. Nature.
I guess that makes sense...
but something deep down in my gut|tells me that it makes no sense at all.
You know what?|I reject nature!
Who's with me?