let's get pissin!

i'm like a fujoshi but for dead people

oh hey how's everyone's day– *a huge, 6ft tall Mort from madagascar thunders up to me, gesturing its hands and looking about in clear distress. a strange garbled voice comes from the being, and all I can make out is "help......king julien......find..king jul......" of course, I am no fool and am well aware of the World-Shattering Julien Disappearance of 2014. figuring that this mort must be a long-time julien mourner still not over the tragedy, I can't help but feel sympathetic and decide to make an attempt to comfort it. I poke the giant's chest, "he's in here," I tell it. "king julien is here in your hear–" I'm cut off by the sound of rushing air. looking up, I find the mort's face quite literally crumpling. I remove my pointed finger as I realize that the mort wasn't real, but rather.....inflatable?? I stumble away in shock. the voice comes back, clearer this time, asking me to cut the costume's material away. I obey, and after removing the synthetic mort skin I find none other than a disheveled yet relieved king julien, sitting in what looks like a command chair surrounded by the controls for the oversized costume. "thank you," he tells me. "you helped king julien find his way out!" I've saved King Julien from a seven-year entrapment inside a giant, partly robotic inflatable mort. the entire world rejoices his return. I am awarded a nobel prize*