Penguins. Joyous, frolicking, waddling, cute and cuddly life. Look at them, tumbling onto...

Documentary Filmmaker: 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 snow-clowns... [as the older penguins almost fall on baby Skipper, Rico, and Kowalski, they quickly move out of the way] Skipper: Seriously? Does anyone even know where we're marching to? Antarctic Penguin: Who cares? Antarctic Penguin: I question nothing. Antarctic Penguin: Me too. Antarctic Penguin: Me too. Skipper: Well, fine. We'll just fly to the front of the line and see for ourselves. Kowalski, Rico, engage aerial surveillance. [they flap their wings but cannot fly] Kowalski: Skipper, we appears to be flightless. Skipper: [looks at his wings] Oh, well what's the point of these? [Rico seems to have an idea. He hits Skipper's wing in some sort of high five] Skipper: Woah, I like it! Hey, this could be our thing! What're we going to call it? Let's call it the, uh... high one.