George of the Jungle Page #5

George of the Jungle made his way

into the city by the bay.

Whoo!

Quickly taking to tourism,

the jungle king enjoyed...

the first drive-through

dining of his life...

and strolled the city streets until

he found something so scintillating...

- he had to say:

- Ooh!

But nothing excited

the jungle king more...

than the sight of the biggest

rope bridge he had ever seen.

Ooh. Yeah.

- Help!

- Ooh.

Somebody help!

- To swing or not to swing?

- Help!

Swing.

As the king of the jungle

quickly calculated the angle

and velocity of his next big swing...

Ursula felt like jumping

off a bridge herself.

I feel so guilty.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

First thing:
I suggest you tell your

father what you came here to tell him.

- Hi, Daddy.

- Hi, honey. Take a look at this.

The most remarkable thing

is happening on the Bay Bridge.

...where strong winds

have carried him to the Bay Bridge.

Our own Valerie Devlin

is live on the scene. Valerie?

Thank you, Terilyn.

We do have a breaking story...

- at the Bay Bridge...

- Help!

- Where a parasailor dangles...

- helplessly, 500 feet above the water.

- Please! Hurry up! Help!

There's no word on who

this lone daredevil is.

- That's George.

- He appears to have some kind

of rope in his hand.

- He might be preparing to swing on it.

- I gotta go.

Excuse me, sir.

I have to get on this boat.

Hey, fella. George of Jungle.

Need a vine?

Hey, thanks a lot, man.

G-Get me out of this stuff, huh?

- Thanks, man.

- Oh, don't mention it.

King of jungle only here to help!

- George!

- Ursula! Ow!

Watch out for that...

- George!

- Ursula!

- What are you doing? Are you okay?

- You just saved that man's life!

- George just lucky, I guess.

Ooh. This coffee stuff

really work good.

...one of the most daring rescues

ever recorded live on television.

This is Valerie Devlin reporting

to you from under the Bay Bridge.

Back to you, Terilyn.

You know, they say the city by the bay

is the most romantic in the world...

and it looks as though

there might be a little romance

unfolding under the Bay Bridge.

- We'll be back in a moment.

- Ohh.

Meanwhile, back in the jungle...

There's five stinkin' apes out there.

Which one are we takin' to Vegas?

- The one who's playing chess.

- Checkmate.

- Yes!

- Sweet dreams, banana breath.

- Grab him!

Tookie. Go find George.

Tookie-Tookie.

Thor.

Let's get him in the cage

while he's still under. Come on.

As the pesky poachers

grunted and groaned...

pushing and pulling

the ponderous primate along...

the trusty Tookie-Tookie bird

was already winging to the rescue...

making a bird-line

for San Francisco...

where George of the Jungle was trying

to give the heiress Ursula...

the courage to face her parents...

by helping her discover

the juju within.

- Make jungle call.

Then you'll feel brave.

- No. I can't.

- Come on. Big breath.

Here. Support voice.

- N-No. No, no, no.

- Ursula, please? Pl... Please?

- No, no!

- I can't do it.

- Big. Brave. Queen of jungle.

Come on, Ursula.

- Wow.

- Not bad for beginner.

- Hi, Ursula.

- Emboldened with jungle juju...

- Hi.

Ursula Stanhope went inside

to break the news to her parents,

who took it extremely well.

Mother, Daddy,

I love you both very much.

I have something

very important to tell you...

and I hope you'll understand.

- I don't want to marry Lyle any more.

- We understand, dear.

Just kidding.

- The young Miss Stanhope

proceeded to spill the beans...

- So, anyway, I went to the jungle...

very quickly...

until she got to

the important part at the end.

Then Lyle shot him. So Lyle

is in jail and George is with me...

and I don't want to marry

Lyle any more.

I knew it. It's that swinging man

from the bridge.

I saw you smooching on TV.

- Mother, we weren't smooching...

- How could you do this to me?

Don't you realize the calibre of people

who are going to be here?

- Calm down, Beatrice, and let her say...

- I thought we would be

introducing them...

to Lyle Van de Groot, not some

wild man you found in the jungle.

Beatrice, this is supposed to be

her wedding, not yours.

- So?

- Beatrice, I know you're upset...

and so am I, but we can't force her

to marry someone against her will.

- Why not?

- Mom. Dad.

I'm ready to go out there

and apologize to everybody

and tell them what really happened.

Absolutely not!

As far as I'm concerned, you...

you caught one of those viruses.

Yes, one of those dreadful

jungle viruses...

that get nice girls all confused.

And if Lyle survives that

awful jail, you will simply

have to kiss and make up.

As for this evening, we will hold

our heads high and we will carry on.

Now, darling, where is that charming

young friend of yours?

- Well, where is he?

- I don't know.

He's around here someplace.

- Well, find him. We haven't got

all day. Oh, Ursula, look!

- Oh, great!

How wonderful!

And look at Richard's exquisite

figurines of you and darling Lyle.

George, watch out for that...

Mom. Dad. This is George.

Hello, Mr and Mrs Ursula.

How do you do?

It is always such a pleasure

to see you, Mr Mayor.

And, you know, it's so nice

to get away from City Hall...

and be around some normal people

for a change.

Well, we are perfectly normal,

I assure you... in an exceptional way,

of course.

Of course.

A-And what about this guy, Lyle?

You know, I'd really like to meet

the man you deem good enough

to marry your daughter.

Oh, well, unfortunately Lyle

is busy at the moment...

uh, tending to some legal affairs.

- Some pate, Mr Mayor?

- You know, I never touch that stuff.

- Oh.

- I had a lovely time.

- Would you excuse us, please?

- Excuse me, Dr Goldblum.

It's 7:
30. Do you know where

your jungle man is?

So this is what you were doing

in the jungle. Clever girl.

Yeah. Um, he swung me on vines

and fed me coconut milk.

- I knew it.

- He's not a real meat loaf, is he?

No. I mean,

he's not brainy...

in that doctor, lawyer,

banker way...

but he has something else.

- He has a...

- Sensual intelligence.

"Sensual intelligence."

- Wow.

- Oh, my God.

What is it with chicks

and horses, huh?

George, how are you this evening?

Pretty sharp threads there,

uh... George, right?

- Yeah. Where're you based?

- The jungle.

I hear ya.

We cut our teeth in New York also.

Eh, you considering a position

with Stanhope? That could be fruitful.

Fruitful? This place not so fruitful.

Nobody here have big coconuts.

George.

I wa... Oh.

Would you mind

stepping outside with me...

Thank you so much...

for just a moment?

Sure.

- Hello, Beatrice.

- Hello, Ella.

Well, we haven't been friends

for very long, George...

but I already think I know

something about you.

- Oh?

- You are in love with my daughter.

- Oh, Mrs Ursula not so dumb.

- George.

My concern, however, is that Ursula

seems to reciprocate your feelings...

and that does present

a problem to me.

You see,

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