George of the Jungle Page #2

You want a white ape,

I'll get you a white ape.

Here, monkey, monkey, monkey.

Here, gorilla, gorilla.

Come on.

- Don't move.

- You mean I actually found one?

It worked?

- God, that scared me.

- Scared me, too.

I'm gonna go get help.

You wait here.

Oh, no.

Here, kitty, kitty,

kitty, kitty, kitty.

When lion brush last?

Don't tickle.

Don't ti... No...

Rubber tree always good for clothesline.

Upsy, kitty.

George not even trying hard.

Flying pile driver.

Havin' some fun now.

Bad kitty!

- That close one, huh?

- Watch out for that tree!

Huh?

Oops.

Funny-looking fella.

White ape.

Y... Y... U-Ursula!

Ursu... Wha...

Ursula, I found your scrunchie.

Go away!

It was horrible.

It was... 400-pound

white ape man.

The white ape

has my girlfriend.

I held him off as long as I could.

Blood everywhere.

The white ape... my girlfriend.

He... He weighs 400 pounds.

The white ape got my girlfriend!

The white ape got...

Help! Help! Man needs help!

After a night

of feverish fantasies...

the perfectly permed heiress,

Ursula Stanhope...

awoke to the melodious music of the

Bukuvu bird life, and found herself...

venturing forth in search

of that defender of the innocent...

protector of the weak,

and all-around good guy...

George of the Jungle.

But that's not

who she saw first.

What!

Get away! Get away!

Get away!

- Hello. Oop!

- Oh, dear.

Feeling better, fella?

Okay. It's that dream, then.

I'm still having that

psycho dream. Hello.

- Oh. Oh.

- Oh, no, no! Don't worry! Ape friend.

- Ape make your breakfast.

- What does it want?

What does it want?

"Lt" wants its Physician's

Desk Reference, if you don't mind.

Unless you'd rather die

of dengue fever, of course.

That is very funny!

I thought I heard

the monkey talk.

But that is totally

understandable, right?

I mean, why wouldn't

an ape read textbooks?

And why wouldn't I find

myself in a tree house...

with room service and a Tarzan wannabe,

wearing a, um, um...

- What do you call that thing?

- Butt flap.

Right.

Ohh...

Ooh!

Bit of a shock, I suppose. Yes.

Fever.

Cold compress. Dab her lightly, George.

"Talking monkey."

That's the ticket. Good.

Huh? Somethin' funny

about this fella.

She's not a "fella," George. She's

a woman, the female of your species.

You mean Ape and George

not brothers?

Well, in a sense,

we are related.

After all, we're both members

of the primate family.

Primate family. Brothers.

I suppose one might claim

that there would...

Mommy, make that monkey

stop talking.

Perhaps I should refrain from speaking

around her, as it seems to upset her.

- What your name?

- Ursula.

Ursula Stanhope.

- Who are you?

- George.

George Primate.

And that brother Ape.

Ape Primate.

Ah! Oh, um...

Okay, I'm gonna

pass out again now.

Bye.

It's a sissy white ape.

I would've choked the life out of him...

except that he had two of his

lion buddies jump me from behind.

So in this version,

there are two lions with the white ape?

A minute ago,

there was only one.

H-Hey, the important thing,

Kwame, is that I was outnumbered.

Absolutely.

Ursula!

Hi. When I woke up this morning,

I remembered about that lion...

and I know you

saved me yesterday.

- And I just wanted to say thank you.

- Ah!

Ooh!

Now that I'm feeling better,

I realize the others must think

I'm cat food by now.

And I don't want my fian...

this guy that I was with... to worry.

So, so I should probably go

and look for them...

and I was wondering

if you could help me.

Uh... Ursula want to go already?

Okay, George help.

Get trusty doggy.

Oh, you have a dog.

That's great.

Doggy will help find friends.

George call Shep.

Shep! Here, boy!

Come on! Here, boy.

Shep!

Here comes Shep.

Come on, Shep! Come on, boy!

That a boy! Want to play?

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Good boy.

Come on, boy! Come on!

Good boy, Shep! Come on!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop, stop,

stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

Sit. Sit.

Good boy!

Good obedience training.

- George trained from pup.

- That's your dog?

This Shep, George's big,

grey, peanut-lovin' poochie.

Good boy, Shep! Good boy.

Good boy, Shep. Good boy.

- That's a good boy. Wanna shake?

- Huh?

- Good doggy. Be nice.

- Shep.

Shake? George. George.

George!

- See? Shep shake.

- Oh, George.

He's a big poochie, all right.

Does he fetch?

Here, boy. Come on, boy.

Want a stick?

Want a stick?

Where's the stick?

Where's the stick, Shep?

Here it is.

Here, boy. Fetch!

Come on, boy!

Run, run! Run, boy!

Atta boy! Good boy.

Go on, boy! Go get it!

Where'd he go?

- Wow!

- No, not in the roses!

Ungawa, Shep!

And so, with the help

of the jungle king's big, grey...

peanut-loving poochie,

George and Ursula set out...

on a desperate search to find

her fianc... uh, that guy she was with...

Lyle! Lyle!

- Ursula! Ursula!

- While he desperately

searched for her.

But by the end of the afternoon

her desperation had dimmed...

That was fantastic!

And she had given up

all hope of everything...

except enjoying the jungle king's

company from her precarious perch

atop his faithful doggy.

- So, where are we going now?

- To find Tookie-Tookie bird

for jungle news.

Tookie-Tookie bird.

I love that.

Later they rested,

while the tired tusker teethed on a...

Wait a second.

The dog bone is too much. Lose it.

That's better.

Bongo-gram.

What could it mean?

Tookie-Tookie!

Tookie say

little monkey in trouble.

George investigate.

Tookie-Tookie!

What happened?

- Oh!

- Where other monkeys?

Where? There?

How many? That many?

Lots of monkey.

Then what happened?

Tell George more.

No!

Little monkey say other monkeys

call little monkey "runt."

- Not let little monkey play games.

- Poor thing. Hi, monkey.

H-Hi. You okay?

No.

Don't cry.

Huh.

Little monkey like Ursula.

- What did you tell him?

- Just watch.

Uh-oh!

Meanwhile, back at a really

big footprint in the mud...

Let me through.

What's happening?

This footprint does not

belong to any of my men.

See? There's your proof.

The white ape does exist.

Now all we have to do is track down

the girl and the ape's in the bag.

N-No, seriously. I don't know

if I want to do this again.

Ursula need to relax when it come

to vine swinging, for George.

Swing, swing, swing.

Come on.

Want George of Jungle to tell you

special vine-swinging secret?

Fine. Tell me all your secrets.

George's secrets. Hm!

There's the shortest book ever written.

- Oh.

- Wrap it around your sock for

special George of Jungle foot lock.

- Now, ready to try again?

- No.

- Like this, Ursula!

- He flies through the air

with the greatest of ease

Our daring young man

on the flying trapeze

- Look, no hands!

- His movements so graceful

All girls he could please

And with love

he is swinging away

- He flies through the air

with the greatest of ease

- That's pretty good.

- George, watch out for that...

- Our daring young man on the...

tree.

Ladies and gentlemen,

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