With the setting sun casting beautiful colors on the horizon, Julien and Maurice rode a pair of ostriches along the edge of the giraffe's dying hole area. The birds were followed by an entourage of flamingos. Maurice wasn't good at riding one. Misty was telling the whole story to them.
Misty: And then I explain the other animals about my story...
Maurice: Huh. They seemed to like your story a lot since we landed here.
Misty: Of course. Ain't that right, Jewel?
Jewel nodded her head as Julien stopped.
Julien: Look, Maurice! Here's the perfect spot for my summer palace! So please fill in all these holes and relocate the riff-raff.
Then Julien noticed Melman's head sticking out of one of the holes, laying flat on the ground despondently.
Julien: Oh. Who'd leave a perfectly good head?
Misty looked over and recognized him.
Misty: Melman? Is that you?
Melman: Yeah. It's me alright.
Maurice: What a waste.
Melman: Tell me about it. I'm in my prime here. I'm terminal, you know? I probably only have another two days left to live.
Maurice: That's a bummer, man.
Misty: What happened to your friends?
Melman sighed as his glasses slumped.
Melman: They broke up.
Misty and Jewel felt sorry for him. Julien poked his head from behind Misty.
Julien: If I, King Julien... that's my name....only had two days left to live, I would do all the things I've ever dreamed of doing.
Melman: Like what?
Julien: I'd love to become a professional whistler. I'm pretty amazing at it now, but I want to get even better, make my living out of it. You know what else I would do? I would invade a neighboring country and impose my own ideology, even if they didn't want it!
Melman: Easy for you to say. You're a king.
Julien: Yes. And you are only just a sad little head. There must be something you want to do before you die!
Melman: Well, there is this one thing.
Julien: What? Tell me.
Melman: No, I couldn't.
Julien: What is it?
Melman: You know, I never told Gloria how I feel about her.
Julien: What is it? Please tell me! Fine. Don't tell me!
He started to leave on his ostrich but then he whirled around.
Melman: I never had the guts to tell Gloria how I feel about her. How I've always felt about her.
Misty: You're in love with her?
Melman: Yes..I am..
Misty beamed happily as Jewel poked her head up.
Julien: Oh...Is it a woman? You didn't tell me it's a woman.
Maurice: What are you afraid of? You're a dead man anyway.
Melman: Yeah. Yeah. You're right.
Julien leaned off the ostrich close to Melman's face.
Julien: Well, you've got to march right up to this woman. Look her right in the eye. Lean forward. Just a little, or almost all the way. Then you let her lean forward a little until you're....just lips' distance away from each other. Then you tell her how much you hate her.
Melman: Actually, it's more like love her.
Misty: Oh I get it. You just have to kiss her on the lips.
Julien agreed with her.
Julien: Oh, you sly dog! Woof, woof! You're a real player. Now listen to me. You got to rise up. You hearing me?
Misty watched as Melman climbed out of the hole.
Maurice: He didn't hear you.
Julien: I can't hear you!
Melman: Yeah.
Julien: Good. You got to rise up!
Maurice: Rising up!
Julien: You're gonna get out of the hole!
Melman: I'm rising out of the ground!
Julien: He's rising, Maurice.
Maurice: I'm rising, Maurice!
Maurice: Rising!
Julien: You go right up to this woman!
Maurice: Do you feel it?
Julien: Go up to her face!
Maurice: Tell the truth!
Melman: I'm going to tell her!
Julien: And then you say, "Baby, I dig you!"
Melman: Yeah! I'm going to do it! I'm going to do it!
Misty: I'm gonna come with you.
Misty joined Melman and they rushed off to find Gloria.
Julian: I love that happy little head.
Over by the waterhole night had fallen, and Gloria and Moto Moto danced together in a romantic pool, staring up at the full moon above. Moto Moto plucked a flower from the edge of the pool and began to pull off the petals slowly.
Moto Moto: [singing] She loves me She loves my eyes, She loves me She loves my thighs, She loves my roundness, She love that I'm chunky She love that I'm plumpy, She love my heftiness She love my zestines She love me restlessly She love me forever She love me... ..'cause she love me
Gloria: Moto Moto...before things get too serious, well, I was wondering, if I were to, for example, stay here... l'd like to ask you...
Moto Moto: Let your candied lips be the messengers to my... ear canal.
Gloria: Well, I don't know. I have so many questions.
Moto Moto: Well I promise the answer will always be yes. Unless no is required.
Gloria: Okay. So what is it about me that you find so interesting?
Moto Moto: You're the most plumpenest girl I've ever met.
Gloria: OK. Other than that.
Genuinely surprised that his reply wasn't enough to answer, Moto Moto thought hard about her question.
Moto Moto: Let's see. Yeah, well, you know... you chunky.
Gloria: Right.
Moto Moto: My gosh, girl, you huge.
Gloria: You said that.
Moto Moto: Yeah, that's right. We don't have to talk no more.
Before Moto Moto can answer, Misty poked her head from the bushes and Melman followed her.
Misty: Hello? Gloria?
Melman: Gloria! Gloria.
When Misty saw that Gloria and Moto Moto were so close in the water she slumped.
Gloria: Melman, Misty... Melman, I want you to meet Moto Moto.
Misty: Aw. He's cute.
Melman: Moto Moto. Yeah, nice to meet you. Well I guess I...
Gloria: It's OK, Melman. Apology accepted.
Melman: Oh. Yeah, right, that. That's why I... Good. OK. Well, that's it, then.
Moto Moto: You're good. We're kind of busy here, man.
Moto Moto's attitude froze Melman in place.
Melman: No. No, that's not it.
Melman whirled around and grabbed a hunk of fat on Moto Moto's neck putting their faces close together.
Melman: Listen, Mototo, you better treat this lady like a queen. Because you, my friend, you found yourself the perfect woman. If I was ever so lucky to find the perfect woman, I'd would give her flowers every day. And not just any flowers. OK? Her favorites are orchids. White. And breakfast in bed. Six loaves of wheat toast, butter on both sides. No crust, the way she likes it. I'd be her shoulder to cry on and her best friend. I'd spend every day thinking of how to make her laugh. She has the most amazing laugh. That's what I would do if I were you. But I'm not, so you do it.
Gloria gaped in shock at Melman as he let go of Moto Moto and rushed away through the bushes. Misty turned back..
Misty: If he'd find a perfect lady, It would be you Glori.
Then she left.
Moto Moto: OK. What?
On the other side, a female hippo rose out of the pool.
Hippo: That was beautiful.
Moto Moto: Anyways, where were we?
Gloria: I'm huge?
Gloria gazed at the place where Melman and Misty had burst through the bushes, still blinking in amazement at the giraffe humanoid's heartfelt words.