George of the Jungle 2 Page #2

was approaching,

who was going to change their lives

for ever,

someone so malevolent,

so Machiavellian, so...

Well, for you kids, let's just say

really, really mean.

Stay still, l don't want to fall off.

Yes, it was Beatrice Stanhope,

Ursula's mother.

Hello.

lt's the man who would be

your son-in-law.

Yes, that's Ursula's foppish

former fianc, Lyle Van de Groot.

You remember the graceful

Van de Groot from the first movie.

Was it really necessary

to show that scene?

lt seems the vengeful,

venal Van de Groot

had bought the casino

Ape was gambling in.

Lyle had finally come up

with the perfect plan

to destroy George by stealing

the deed to Ape Mountain.

Are you sure Ape has the deed?

lt is, after all,

called Ape Mountain.

And as soon as l have cheated

the ape out of the deed,

and driven that half-wit George

off of his land, bulldozers roll,

driving Ursula right back

into my waiting arms.

When they see my gifts,

they'll miss civilisation so much

they'll beg me to take them back.

l've gotta go. What did he say?

He said hold on. l'm going to...

Oh, l've had it!

Are you sure

we're going in the right direction?

Why, yes.

We remember from the first movie.

lt's very important

l get to Ape Mountain today.

lt's my grandson's fifth birthday.

l'm taking him and Ursula

back to civilisation.

What did he say?

He was admiring your luggage.

Oh, well, whatever.

And he wondered why you want to

take your grandson out of the jungle.

l'm not having him grow up here

an illiterate savage.

Someone help! Put me down! Help!

Sorry, we can't kill Beatrice.

lf she dies, we have no story.

And if we have no story, George

couldn't disappoint his wife again

by being late

for his own son's birthday party.

l wonder what's keeping your father.

Guess we may as well get started.

Now remember, sweetie,

you can wish for anything you want.

Except your grandmother,

because she's already here.

Grandma!

- Mother!

- Darling.

Hello, Junior.

Well, where's that husband of yours?

Shouldn't he be

at his own son's birthday party?

He's running late.

How could he possibly

be running late? This is the jungle.

Traffic back up

on the Bukuvu Expressway?

Dad!

George sorry he's late, but zug-zug

treaty broke down and had to step in.

Hello, old Mrs Ursula.

Beatrice cunningly connived to tempt

Ursula and Junior back home

using a ploy that has worked

since the beginning of time.

l have gifts for you.

Mother, you shouldn't have.

George also make present.

Cool! Thanks, Dad.

Whoa! Cool, a spear!

- That's nice.

- Yeah.

How'd you like to play with this?

Wow!

You just flip the switch

and it can do anything you want.

That not look so hard.

Beatrice put in motion

her gift-giving gambit

to get Ursula to come home.

Meanwhile, George demonstrated

why he was no William Tell.

- And neither was his aimless son.

- Stay there. OK. Good. OK.

OK, aim. Good.

See gorilla? OK.

Now throw. Throw.

Throw!

Good.

Huh?

But a coconut wasn't enough to

nullify the muddled mind of our hero,

George continued to be torn by the

conflict between home and throne.

Come on, George. Ya have to

supervise the oo-oo feather picking.

Sorry, George can't.

Promise Ursula he stay home.

But no king has ever missed

oo-oo feather picking.

At least not when lions ruled.

Face it.

He doesn't care about us anymore.

- George.

- Old Mrs Ursula.

Come talk.

George,

do you love your wife and your son?

George love Ursula and Junior

very much.

And George sorry George late

for Junior's birthday party.

l understand perfectly.

You don't have enough time

for your subjects or family

Which is why you can see how much

happier Ursula and Junior would be

if they came back to San Francisco.

Ursula's lonely.

She misses her friends and

someplace to wear lovely dresses.

Junior needs to live in civilisation

and go to school with other children.

What do you think George should do?

George should let them go.

As much as she tried to resist,

the once opulent Ursula was tempted

by the bangles and baubles.

Feeling dazed and confused,

or more dazed and confused

than normal,

George sought professional help.

George know Tookie trying,

but need talk to brother Ape.

Maybe Tookie fly to get brother Ape?

Then George just talk more.

While Tookie was winging his way

to Las Vegas, he...

l said Las Vegas!

Ape found himself

with problems of his own.

lf you're gonna play the game, boy

You got to learn to play it right

You got to know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold...

l've had more pleasure

listening to alligators sing

than you, ya stupid bum!

While Ape was busy strangling

his pestering poker partner,

Tookie's tuckered mind

began to wander.

Another mimosa, Mr Tookie-Tookie?

Oh, Tookie, you cad.

As ourjungle jet-setter

flew to visit his primate pal,

Ursula confronted Beatrice

for befuddling her handsome hubby.

Mother. l'd appreciate it if you

wouldn't play with George's mind.

Well, there really isn't much

to play with, but alright.

Ursula, l know you're unhappy here.

You can't fool your mother.

l'll admit there are certain things

l miss about home,

but l love George

and l am staying here.

So deal with it. OK?

- Hello.

- Ursula's definitely weakening.

lf l can just get her back

to civilisation and to you -

That is, if you've got your obsession

with her under control?

Of course l have it under control.

Obsession,... a strong word.

Have you got the deed from Ape yet?

No, but l'll have it tonight.

And when l do, bulldozers will roll.

Roll! l have a foolproof plan.

He did. Because in a demonstration

of despicable dishonesty,

Lyle had entered the poker game.

See if you can figure out

which one he is.

You foolish fowl.

What are you doing here?

George is suffering

deep psychological damage

over whether Ursula's happy and

if he's a good husband and king,

and he's in need

of my immediate advice and counsel?

ln a moment!

l'm sitting on a great hand here!

Yes, the gambling bug had bit

our normally guarded gorilla.

l'll take three.

Maybe my luck will change.

But luck wasn't in the cards

for our poker-playing primate.

As the game progressed,

there was a strange sense

in the room

that Ape was about

to be cheated out of the deed.

l'd like to stay in, but l have

nothing left to bet. l'm broke.

Maybe you have something of value?

Stocks, bonds,

real estate... in Africa?

l'm afraid not.

Don't you own....

Oh, what's it called, Ape Mountain?

No, the deed belongs to the legendary

George of the Jungle.

Perhaps you've heard of him?

Vaguely.

So, what are you holding,

Nostril-damus?

There. Just four queens.

Well, l'm holding four Lyles.

But don't you worry your pretty

little hairy head about it.

You can work off the debt performing

in my club... for the next 1 7 years.

What?

Hello.

lt turns out the big ape

didn't have the deed.

How could Ape

not own Ape Mountain?

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