The Jungle Book: Mowgli's Story Page #2

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Aw, did poor old Biranyi

get an owwy on his paw?

You're lucky I'm hurting, monkey boy,

or you'd feel the fangs of fury!

We're really scared, fleabag.

You're old and weak.

You're nothing without your pack.

Let's drag him to Monkeytown

and use him as a rug.

If he's gonna be a rug,

somebody better clean him.

You know how to clean a rug?

- Sure, you beat it with a stick!

Get lost! Get away from him.

He didn't do anything to you.

Look. It's that big bad man-cub.

Well, after we club

this old rug, you're next!

You heard what he said. Beat it!

Beat the wolf?

Nice wolfy!

- Sit. Stay! Did you see her teeth?

Are you OK, Biranyi?

- I could've taken 'em both.

That is, if my paw

weren't so banged up.

Ow!

I'm not sure I can get that out.

Mowgli?

Easy, there. It's in deep.

Good job, son.

- Man-cub, I owe you one.

I was glad to help Biranyi.

That's how it is with the jungle

animals. We look after each other.

Which is good, since as recall,

I needed a lot of looking after.

' got it!

Thank you, Mowgli, I'll take that.

They call this frog fruit.

Do you know why?

Yes, because they named it after me!

No, cos if you eat it, you croak.

You know not to eat anything

without asking me first.

That fruit's poisonous.

Thanks, Hathi.

No problem, Raksha.

We're all looking out for the boy.

I'm sorry I kicked you.

- It's OK, kiddo, I'll live.

But next time, listen to your mom.

There are dangerous things

in the jungle.

If you take a ride with me, I'll show

you the biggest danger of all.

Can I go, Mother? Please?

Alright, but stay with Hathi.

- No worries. We'll take good care.

OK, now, get on board.

We're going up.

Top floor. Pachyderm penthouse.

Whee.

Hang on now, all ahead.

Bye, Mom.

- Hold tight, Mowgli. Have fun.

OK, now, eyes open.

We're entering the danger zone.

Of all the animals, there is

one species that everyone fears.

And that is the... Duck!

A duck? Oh, duck!

Right, duck. Anyway, as was saying,

the most dangerous animal of all

is the one who did this.

Who? Who did this?

Man did this. Man and the red flower

they call fire.

The more flowers they plant,

the less jungle we got

Chil is right.

Fire is life's greatest destroyer.

The red flower

leaves us nothing but death.

Which makes it my favourite flower.

Boy, was I confused.

Before I was a man-cub, I thought

the red ower was something good.

Something to keep you warm

and safe at night.

But how could something

so good do something so bad?

Hathi, if you're playing tour guide,

were is the elephant graveyard?

I am starved!

Oh, Chil!

- I know, I know, chill.

OK, lunch. Actually,

lunch is a breeze around here.

Help yourself to the ripest mangoes

this side of the Waingunga.

Thanks, Hathi.

Do you want a banana?

Why, yes, now that you mention it,

I would like one.

Listen, next time, peel it.

That day with Hathi helped me see

the world through the animals' eyes.

As my knowledge of the jungle grew,

so did I.

Every day was an adventure.

Every day was something new.

I was learning the ropes.

Or should I say the vines?

I felt like I was ready

to leave the nest.

Flap those wings, man-cub,

cos if you fall, you're dead meat.

Ouch!

Mowgli, you still alive?

Barely.

Darn.

That's it, Mowgli, nice and clean.

Don't forget your tail feathers!

If only I had a ladder.

Mowgli.

Whenever! Got a chance,

I hung out with Baloo,

the hungriest bear in all of India

or Bagheera,

the smartest panther anywhere.

Now about Baloo.

He was gruff on the outside,

but on the inside, he was sweet as...

Honey!

Now remember, the higher the hive,

the sweeter the honey.

Be careful.

Eat my stinger!

Ow!

- Long live the Queen!

Come on, Mowgli! No pain, no gain!

Easy, boy. Don't disturb the hive.

D'oh!

Plan B! Go to plan B!

What's plan B?

- Bale out! Bale out!

Geronimo!

Oh, man! I just waxed my shell.

Good job, Mowgli. Sweet!

I looked forward to the times

when wise old Bagheera and I

would sit and talk for hours.

Life came to earth from the heavens.

All creatures from aardvarks

to zebras are related.

What? But where did

the heavens come from?

Sorry, man-cub.

Nobody is that smart.

I knew that. See you.

There he is! Let's go. Let's hide.

OK. You go that way.

I'll go this way.

" ' Ugh!"

And I even got my first kiss.

Let's play spin the banana.

Sometimes, I would wonder

about my past.

But then my pack, my family,

would remind me I was one of them,

and any doubts would just fade away.

Then came a day

I would never forget.

I was invited to join in

my very first wolf-pack meeting.

Alright, we hear you.

We're coming, Akela. Relax.

A pack meeting. Come on.

I hope that cutie

Li'I Rakshefs there.

There she is, with the man-cub.

Mowgli, isn't this cool?

OK, pack, ears up. It's time

to discuss the spring hunt.

Raksha, would you like to start?

Alright. As many of you know,

our daughter, Li'I Raksha, is now

old enough to become a hunter.

I heard that wolf whistle.

Hoe-ah'.!

Li'I Raksha on the hunt?

- I'd love to be her first catch.

Dream on. You're just a sheep

in wolf's clothing.

Yeah? I'll tell you...

- Settle down, boys.

It is tradition for our oldest member

to address the pack about the hunt.

Biranyi.

- Thanks, sonny.

Let me start

by saying that old age stinks.

I mean, here it is, spring,

the only time the deer pass this way,

and I'm too pooped to pounce.

What? Really?

- Poor Biranyi.

Yeah, well, what can I do?

My dang paw's still not healed.

I'd hold up the show.

But we need every hunter we can get.

Darn tootin'. That's why

I'd like to name my replacement.

Mowgli.

- Me?

Mowgli?

Not that two-legged stray.

- He's no hunter.

He's a loser!

Mowgli's got more courage

than you three mongrels combined.

You should be honoured

to hunt with him.

That's very big of you, Biranyi.

- Well, I owe the kid one.

It's only fair. If it's Li'I Raksha's

time, then it's Mowgli's time, too.

Agreed. Li'I Raksha, Mowgli,

come down and join the circle.

Come on, brother,

let's take the oath.

Li'I Raksha, do you promise

to protect the pack

and honor our traditions?

I do.

Mowgli, what do you say?

What's that?

- It's a scout.

The danger call.

- Somethings up.

Shere Khan?

- But you're dead.

A rumour, greatly exaggerated.

I was merely wounded in the backside

by a bullet fired

by one of his people.

You tell 'em, boss!

What do you want, Shere Khan?

- What do I want?

What does he want? He wants...

- Shut up, Tabaqui!

I want revenge. I want the boy!

He wants the boy!

Well, you can't have him.

- That's right. Mowgli is our son.

Your son? Of course,

I see the resemblance.

Ouch!

Sarcasm.

He's one of us, one of the pack.

I'm gonna be a hunter.

- A hunter?

Don't make me laugh!

Have you all gone mad?

You can't hunt with man.

Man hunts you!

- Listen up, pussycat.

Mowgli's like a son to me

and everyone.

So if you mess with him...

- ... You mess with us.

So that's how it is.

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