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"Maurice, when is King Julien coming back from his trip?"
"He's...he's not, Mort...he's just not."
"Why?"
"Julien...went back to party on Madagascar."
There was a small frowning head tilt. "How come we can't go?"
"It's not our time to go back yet."
"Why?"
"It just isn't..." Maurice sighed and pat the kid's head, slipping the crown into tiny arms. "You'll understand someday." The adviser walked off to go clear out the king's things.
Big eyes filled with tears as they looked down at the royal headpiece. "But...I don't today..."