Narrator: 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 move out of the way. Skipper: Seriously? Does anyone even know where we're marching to? Penguin #1: Who cares? Penguin #2: I question nothing. Penguin #3: Me, too. Penguin #4: 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 appear to be flightless. Skipper: [looks at his wings] Oh, we