Jungle 2 Jungle Page #7

You Pinare now.

Choose a name.

Choose for me.

Ukume.

What?

- Ukume.

- What does it mean?

It means...

sound of rain

on river water.

Ukume.

It's pretty.

Jan! Jan!

You're goin' to camp.

End of discussion.

- Dad? But Mom, we didn't do anything.

- Not understand problem.

Look, I'll tell you

the problem, Mimi.

You started a wildfire in my yard.

Ya ate my yellow dwarf cichlid...

- and now you're putting the moves

on my 12-year-old daughter.

- That's just not true.

- Oh, well, there. See?

- Maybe you're overreacting?

- I was putting the moves on him.

Tell me I didn't hear that!

Honey, maybe we should be grateful...

that this happened at home.

- Mom-

- Hold on!

Nothing happened!

You know what, Karen?

You're still goin' to camp!

An all-girls camp!

- Yes!

- My name's not Karen any more.

- It's Ukume.

- First dibs on Ukume's room.

Oh, now, this makes me

feel a whole lot better!

Karen? Karen, honey?

- I still don't understand the problem.

- Not now. He might bite you.

- Hello?

- Richard, it's Morrison.

- Yeah?

- Let's just go away.

- I had another visit from Jovanovic.

- Yeah?

- Then you haven't seen what's happening?

- Seen what?

Price of coffee is soaring.

Jovanovic thinks you screwed him.

- He may be coming for the certificates.

- You mean he's angry?

- You slept

like a log last night.

- Charlie?

- Hmm?

- How would you feel about

Mimi being in the wedding?

I thought he was gonna be gone by then.

- Remember, it's just you and me.

- I remember.

No business, no Mimi.

What is it, Richard? I can't-

Stop, stop, stop.

What?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Don't panic, please.

Should we go out for breakfast

or stay in?

Michael?

Okay, everybody!

Change of plans!

Jan, you take everyone out for a big

breakfast! Bring a change of clothes!

- I told you.

- Karen, we don't have time for this.

I'm not goin'

to an all-girls camp.

Karen, open this door

right now!

Calm down.

What is goin' on?

...with a big knife!

Karen, open the door

right this minute!

You get the car ready.

I'll take care of her, okay?

Go, go! Please, please!

Go! Go.

Andrew, clear the door.

Cool.

Karen! Open this door.

Karen, open this door right now.

Do you hear me?

- Your father's very mad.

- I'm not coming out!

I'll get matches.

We'll smoke her out.

Andrew, get back here.

I can handle this.

Karen, this is getting

really, really boring!

- Open it! Come on!

- Any word from the Russians?

Not yet. No, no.

Karen! Open up!

- What's goin' on?

- Karen locked herself in the bedroom.

Come on, honey. Open this door,

or you know what's gonna happen?

- Andrew is gonna smoke you out!

- Cool!

- I am kidding. Get back here.

- Calm down.

Please, calm down.

Where's Mimi?

I don't know. He's probably in a bar

hitting on a cocktail waitress.

- What?

- Karen. Your son spent the night in his hammock with my daughter.

Okay?

- Was there a pot involved?

- No, there was no pot involved.

You have nothing

to be upset about.

- There is nothing to be upset about?

- No!

Come here.

There's no reason

to be upset, huh?

How about the fact that your son ate

my prizewinning fish, including Winky.

And the fact that the Russian Mafia

is due here any moment.

I guess you're right.

That's a pain

that's here to stay.

Screaming's no way

to deal with a child.

You've been a father for 3 days,

you're giving me lessons?

You sound like an idiot.

I'm a parent,

therefore, I'm an idiot.

I have spent every day for the last

12 years worrying about my kids.

About their safety, about

their happiness, their crooked teeth.

- No offense.

- None taken.

None of this means anything, because in

the next few days your son will be gone.

Open this door!

Karen! Open up!

I've gotta get her out of here.

Look, two shoulders are better

than one, right? Come on.

Baboon is here.

He made peace.

All right!

- Oh.

- Awesome fall, Dad.

Thank you, Andrew.

Okay, we gotta get Jan and the kids

in the car before Jovanovic gets here.

Andrew, meet me downstairs.

- Are you okay, Daddy?

- I'm fine. Let me lean on ya, honey.

- Mimi, come on downstairs.

- Coming.

Anybody can land on their feet.

- Okay, Andrew, let's go!

- Where are we going?

French toast sale going on.

Oh!

Good morning.

Sorry.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Give me coffee certificates.

You don't think I would keep

certificates around my house?

Don't make me lose temper.

Ow. Ow. Ow.

Dad keeps everything

in the bookcase.

Andrew! Ow!

Behind the Bible

and Judith Krantz.

Thank you, Andrew.

Oh. Scruples.

Could not put it down.

Oh!

All right, so, uh,

you have your certificates.

And I would appreciate it if you

would just take them and leave my house.

- Sit.

- Sure.

First, I teach never to make

fool of Jovanovic again.

Rope him down.

"Rope him down"?

I have an idea.

- You'll need these.

- What? What?

Ow!

Couldn't we discuss this

over a lovely cup of coffee?

- Quiet!

- Or Jan could whip up some borscht.

- You make a fool of Jovanovic...

- No.

in front of my comrades

and my community.

You waste my time.

You try to cheat me.

- Oh!

- Now... you must pay.

Ooh!

Sit still, coward.

Now, I teach you...

never... never to make a fool

of Jovanovic again.

Eeny?

- Meeny?

- Uh-uh.

Miney?

No, need that one for traffic.

Mo?

Huh?

What?

Eee! Spider!

I hate spiders!

Kill spider!

Kill spider quickly!

Not me! Spider!

Don't move!

The spider could kill you.

Kill spider.

Shoot, boy. Go ahead.

Don't worry about mess!

- Get him, Mimi!

- I'm coming, Daddy!

Aah!

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

- Aah!

- Get away!

Don't you do that to my son!

Show 'em what

the Kempsters are made of!

Bite 'im, Andrew!

Use those crooked teeth!

Crap!

Shoot again, Baboon!

Shoot again!

Ah!

- Aah!

- Good boy, Andrew!

Daddy?

Don't shoot.

Oh.

Baboon, when thumb doesn't

work, Pinare do this.

Oh, that's gotta hurt.

Ooh!

I'm startin' to

really like that spider.

Please, don't punch spider

at me any longer!

I'm going. I'm going.

I have many enemies

but none like that spider.

Drive!

# Hey ##

Karen, time to

come inside, baby!

I want you to have this.

Well, Mimi,

here's all your stuff.

Better get goin', huh?

Your dad's waiting.

Bye, Michael.

Bye, Mimi.

Come on.

I'm gonna take you someplace.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Come on.

Last time I was here...

I bought that

for your mom.

I want to go back home.

- You sick?

- No.

You sure?

All right, um, but we got to come back

here in a couple of days. Tell you why.

Fourth of July. It's like

that Fanenteyou celebration of yours.

But here it's big. There's boats

everywhere and thousands of people.

And at night, they shoot off fire

in the sky like you've never seen.

I fail the chief, Baboon.

How did you fail the chief?

Didn't get the fire

from the Statue of Liberty.

The fire isn't real.

The fire's in here.

Chief knows that.

I miss Paliku.

I want to go back home.

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