The Penguins of Madagascar2008

Skipper:
[the penguins discover some photos pinned on Burt's habitat] Well, this is, uh, disturbing, to me. Anyone else?

Private:
I'm disturbed as well, Skipper.

Kowalski:
[Focusing on a photo of a kid] Look at that kid with the kazoo. Could it be? The legendary Kid Kazoo?

Rico:
Kid Kazoo?

Kowalski:
You know, Kid Kazoo? The scourge of the Central Park Zoo? Surely you've heard the tales. He was a Sunday regular, a real piece of work, with a smile like a bear trap, and a laugh like a deranged birthday clown. But the sickest thing was that kazoo, screeching incessantly like a kindergarten orchestra.

Private:
That sounds horrible, Kowalski.

Kowalski:
Kazoos always do, Private. But no one had it worse than poor Burt. With those jumbo-sized ears, that constant buzzing was unbearable. He hated that kazoo! I wonder what ever happened to the little maniac?

Skipper:
[Looks at a picture of an adult man] Wait a minute. Look at those shifty eyes. That devious half-smile. Those kazoo-kissed lips.

Kowalski:
By Newton's apple, you're right! It's Kid Kazoo all grown up!

Rico:
Wow!

Private:
Burt really knows how to hold a grudge. For years, apparently.