[The older penguins almost fall on baby Skipper, Rico, and Kowalski. They move out of the way]
Skipper: [interrupting the narration] 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, well, what's the point of these? [Rico seems to have an idea. He hits Skipper's wing in some sort of high five] Whoa, I like it! Hey, this could be our thing! What're we gonna call it? Let's call it the, uh... high one.