Carry on Up the Jungle Page #7

- She is the new leader.

- That is right.

As your new leader, I must say I am very

dissatisfied with the results of your work.

Yeah? You want to try giving us

better materials to work with.

See that it improves.

There will be a mating ceremony in one hour.

But... this is our Sunday off.

- There will be no more Sundays off.

- No! No!

We're not standing for it.

You can push us just so far.

You threaten me? What can you do?

What can we do? What can't we do!

We have already discovered what you can't do.

Oh, she is a miserable leader.

I tell you one thing we can do,

we can go on strike.

- What is the meaning of this?

- We down tools.

- You will refuse to work?

- Definitely.

We have ways of making people work.

Ooh!

Like this, for example.

- Fresh oysters from our lake.

- Oysters? They're no good.

They are known to be highly beneficial.

Rubbish. I had a dozen last night

and only five of them worked.

We shall see. In one hour.

No!

I can't go through any more!

I've got to get out of here, do you hear?

Let me out! Let me out!

Control yourself. Chumley, Chumley!

I can't help it, sir.

I've come to the end of my tether.

Well, you're lucky. I can't even find mine!

It's like a factory, an endless belt!

All right, all right!

Look, there's no sense in running amok.

Oh, he's terrible when his mok starts to run.

Well, I think he's right. I just couldn't take on

any more of those old battleaxes they give us.

I know how you feel. It's a novelty to begin with,

but it soon wears off.

Can't we make a run...

Can't we make a crawl for it?

Anything would be better than this.

- And get killed?

- Except that.

There must be some way of getting out.

Look at that one.

If I get her, I've had it.

- Upsidasi?

- Yes, boss. See?

- Blimey, that's a twist.

- After I escaped,

I see these people capture you,

so I go back for help, bring many soldiers.

Good lad! Where are they?

Not far, boss. As the crow flies, just round

the corner, up the hill, and under the waterfall.

- How many soldiers?

- As many as feet on a centipede.

- 100?

- No, ten.

- Don't just stand there. Go and get them.

- Hang on. We've got to pick the right moment.

I know. When they let us out

for the mating ceremony.

That's it. Get them in position, wait for my signal.

They start shooting, we get away. Lookadikki?

Dikkinookie. What signal you give, boss?

- Elephant call.

- I know, boss, like this.

Behold the symbol of perpetuity.

# Rule Britannia #

Face the mating booths.

- Now?

- Wait till a bit later.

Oh, thank goodness! They're alive!

Yes, they fine.

Oh, no! Ug, look down there.

- Oh, Ug, we must do something.

- Don't worry. I think of something.

I now pronounce you ready and willing.

Get ready.

I know.

I call my animal friends.

Behold your mates.

Blimey!

- Well?

- Er, well...

Come to think of it, perhaps...

this is not quite the right moment.

- I agree.

- You talked me into it. What are we waiting for?

That is the signal.

That wasn't me! Stop it!

No, no! No, we don't want to be saved!

- Oh, isn't it sickening?

- We'll have to go now.

- I'm not leaving without my bird.

- No, nor am I.

They come.

- I have the oozulum.

- Never mind about that. Where's Tonka?

- Coming!

- Oh, no, you don't!

Come on!

What's that?

Elephants!

Umballa!

My friends, they do good, yes?

- You stupid great ape! They came to rescue us.

- Yes.

The men have escaped! After them, quick!

Run! This way!

Wait. Take these back and look after them well.

- Yes, and the others?

- Let them go.

At last, we have some real men.

Real men?

May she be forgiven!

We're safe!

Safe!

And it's all your doing, my baby.

And so, as the son sank slowly into the chest,

we bade a fond farewell to Aphrodisia

and its over-hospitable people.

And now, we come to the moment

that you have all undoubtedly been waiting for.

Ladies and gentlemen, the oozulum bird.

It's gone!

Oh, where's it disappeared to?

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