This is a highly refined type of food thing. That you do not find in the wild

Gloria the Hippo:
Lets, go. Make a wish babycakes. [Marty blows out the candle and eats a chunk out of his birthday cake] Alex the Lion:
Come on, what you wish for? Marty the Zebra:
Nope! Can't tell you that. Alex the Lion:
Come on, tell. Alex the Lion:
No siree. I'm telling you'a, its bad luck. You want some bad luck, I'll blab it out, But if you want to be safe, I'll keep my mouth shut. Gloria the Hippo:
[interrupting]
Could you just tell us? I mean, really. What could happen? Marty the Zebra:
Okay. I wish I could go... To the wild! Alex the Lion:
The wild? [After Marty says this, Alex falls off the wall, Melman chokes himself and Gloria opens her mouth in shock] Marty the Zebra:
I told you it was bad luck. [Gloria tries to stop Melman from choking] Alex the Lion:
The wild? Are you nuts? That is the worst ideal I've ever heard. [Melman spits out what was choking him] Melman the Giraffe:
It's unsanitary. Marty the Zebra:
The penguins are going. So why can't I? Alex the Lion:
The penguins are psychotic. Marty the Zebra:
Come on, Just imagine going back to nature. Back to your roots, clean air, wide-open spaces! Gloria the Hippo:
Well, I hear they have wide-open spaces in Connecticut. Marty the Zebra:
Connecticut? Melman the Giraffe:
Yeah. What you gotta do is you go over to Grand Central, and then you gotta take the Metro-North Tran... North? Marty the Zebra:
So one could take the train? Just Hypothetically. Alex the Lion:
Marty, come on. What would Connecticut have to offer us? Melman the Giraffe:
Lyme disease. Alex the Lion:
Thank you Melman. Marty the Zebra:
No, no really, really. I just want... Alex the Lion:
There's certainly none of this in the wild [Waves a steak at Marty] Marty the Zebra:
But... but... but... Alex the Lion:
This is a highly refined type of food thing. That you do not find in the wild