Searching For- The Penguins Of Madagascar In-al... -

It started innocently. I packed my binoculars and a copy of The Lost Crown . I told my friends, "I’m going to find the wild habitat of the penguins." Nobody corrected me. Perhaps they wanted to see how this played out.

Skipper and the gang are escaped captives. They are fugitives. They are, in the most literal sense, lost . Searching for- the penguins of madagascar in-Al...

The silence that followed was deafening. The ranger, a kind woman named Deb who has probably seen every dumb tourist question in the book, blinked three times. "You mean... puffins ?" It started innocently

Somewhere north of Juneau (I think)

Here is the cold, hard truth that DreamWorks Animation never warned you about: There are no wild penguins in the Northern Hemisphere. Zero. Zilch. Perhaps they wanted to see how this played out

But honestly, standing on a glacier, watching a puffin struggle to fly while a whale breached in the distance, I realized something: The real treasure wasn't the penguins. It was the absurdity of the journey.

"No," I said, pulling up a GIF of Skipper slapping Kowalski. "These guys."