George of the Jungle

Deep in the heart of Africa

is a place no man has ever entered.

A place that belongs to the lion,

the elephant and the ape.

A place known as the Bukuvu.

Travellers flying overhead

can only glimpse at its many marvels:

Its sparkling rivers...

its lush veldts,

its billowy cloud formations...

and its hidden mountains.

- Never fear, my friends.

- George!

- George!

- All was not lost.

- George!

Scraped and boo-booed,

they searched high and low...

but they never recovered

their most precious cargo.

George, George

George of the Jungle

Strong as he can be

Watch out for that tree

George, George

George of the Jungle

Lives a life that's free

Watch out for that tree

When he gets in a scrape

he makes his escape

With help from his friend

an ape named Ape

And his elephant Shep

can fetch a log

He's man's best friend

He's George's dog

He's George, George

George of the Jungle

Strong as he can be

Watch out for that tree

Hear him holler

swing and sing

All the animals come

to the jungle king

George, George

George of the Jungle

George, George

George of the Jungle

So grab a vine

and swing in time

If you smack a tree

just pay no mind

Like George, George

George of the Jungle

Strong as he can be

Watch out for that tree

Watch out for that...

Bang! Ooh! Tree

George, George

George of the Jungle

Watch out for that tree

Twenty-five years later,

the bouncing baby boy...

has grown into

a swinging jungle king.

He is swift. He is strong.

He is sure. He is smart.

He is unconscious.

Meanwhile, 43 vines away...

George's kingdom was being threatened

by a terrifying intruder.

Hi, everybody. Me again.

Third day in Mbwebwe.

Look at this incredible...

- Banyan tree.

- Banyan tree. And look what's in it.

Could you die?

And over here...

is the outhouse, which you

don't want to see, believe me.

By the way, Betsy, thank you so

much for those moist towelettes.

They've been a lifesaver.

And these are the wonderful porters.

Wave, guys.

And this is our guide, Mr Kwame.

Without him, we would be lost.

Hi.

This is great.

- And this is Lyle.

- Hello, Bujumburans.

- What are you doing here?

- What kind of greeting is that

to give your fiance?

- Aren't you happy to see me?

- Yeah, of course I am.

The jungle loves you.

You're beautiful.

- How did you find me?

- Well, I just hired the two

best trackers in the business.

Ah, I'm chafing, Max.

Ah, yeah, I'm chafing big time.

Didn't I tell you not to wear 20 pounds

of black leather in the jungle?

- Didn't I tell ya?

- Ah.

Cotton, I said. Cotton breathes.

Take my things to the lady's tent

and shake a leg.

Later that night, Lyle Van de Groot

lost no time in making arrangements...

- to whisk his wayward fiancee back home.

- All right, I'll take it, I'll take it.

Nairobi Hilton.

They can airlift us there in two hours.

Pillows, okay?

Wait a second. I'm losing you.

Bad reception here.

Okay, I've got you back.

No, wait! I'm losing you!

My batteries are dead!

No! Doody!

I don't want to go anyway, Lyle.

Tomorrow we're gonna...

climb the mountain where the big apes

are. Don't you wanna see them?

Only if they can shake a good gin

martini without bruising it. Hiyo!

Me and Thor here would be happy

to help you and the lady up

the mountain, Mr Van de Groot.

- Yeah.

- With Mr Kwame leading the way,

of course.

If you don't mind me saying so,

the apes...

are supposed to be a fascinating sight,

especially that white ape.

White ape? What's that?

Ask Mr Kwame.

I bet he can tell you.

- It is only a native legend.

- Could you please tell us?

The people say he is

over seven feet tall...

with the strength of a lion.

When the moon is full

and the air is sweet...

he wanders alone

through the jungle...

piercing the silence of the valley

with his mournful call.

Now, some say he is

thirsty for blood.

Others say he is calling

for the mate that he longs for...

but will never find.

By day, he rules the entire Bukuvu

from the top of the mountain.

But by night...

He and Bigfoot run the candy counter

at the Bukuvu Cineplex.

Now playing on all 14 screens:

Planet of the Apes.

Bigfoot? Max, that'd be worth

a lot more than any white...

- Ursula, what are we doing here?

- Lyle, I came all this way...

Okay, okay.

The things I do for you.

Looks like we're on, fellows.

As the sun rose

over Ape Mountain...

its agitated inhabitants sent an urgent

message to George by bongo-gram...

warning the jungle king that

intruders were close afoot.

Ooh. Lyle, listen.

What was that?

Could be the mating call

of the white ape.

Huh. White ape.

Sounds like a drink.

Uh, yes, bartender. I'll have

two Black Russians and a white ape.

A drink the venal Van de Groot

would be begging to imbibe...

if he only knew how near the white ape

was at that very moment...

flying through the foliage,

surveying the scenery, cruising in...

for a closer look and swinging on

through the trees with effortless ease.

Ow!

And so, onward and upward

the tired trekkers trudged...

on feverish footsies

over perilous paths.

When they finally beheld the mighty

Ape Mountain, they reacted with awe.

- Aww.

- I said "awe." A-W-E.

- Ooh!

- That's better.

Single file on the bridge.

Step very cautiously.

It is full of rotten planks.

One false move, you could fall over.

Then you will have

a very long time to wave goodbye.

Don't you worry, peanut.

I was on a bridge like this in Maui.

It was steady as a rock.

See?

Hey! S-Stop! Stop that!

Stop that! What th...

Yee-haw!

- I got you.

- No!

Don't worry.

Nobody dies in this story.

They just get

really big boo-boos.

What did I tell you?

You know, they shouldn't let

inexperienced guides

like that on these treks.

Did you see the look

that guy just gave me?

Probably saying I'm the biggest jerk

they've ever seen in their lives.

Probably trying to think

of something evil to do to me.

If they turn on us,

we're never gonna get home.

It's up to me to make the peace.

I'm going in.

Gentlemen. Cigar, cigarette?

Okay, gifts from America.

- Hey, hey.

- I give you a cigar,

you give me some of your lands.

All right.

A first contact has been made.

Ready, aim...

There you go, my man. Huh?

You like magic fire? Do ya?

Well, get a load of this.

There you go. Magic picture.

Yet another gift from America.

Here you go.

You're welcome.

Thirty-five millimetre.

Translation, please.

He says that he likes

your magic pictures...

but he prefers the resolution of

the Leica 35 millimetre transparencies.

He also says your lens is dirty, but he

has the equipment to clean it for you.

Well, tell him to clean this

while he's at it.

- Come on, let's go.

- Where?

Find you an ape, so we

can get the heck outta here.

Lyle, we can't go into the jungle alone.

We could get lost out here.

It's my job to get you

what you want.

You want a double decaf

latte with mocha sprinkles...

you will get a double decaf

latte with mocha sprinkles.

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