The Jungle Book Page #4

- I can explain, and...

- But, but you said we were partners.

- Now believe me, kid, I-I-I...

- You're just like, like old Bagheera!

Now just a minute.

That's goin' too far.

Hey, Mowgli,

where you goin'?

Wait a minute! Stop!

Wait!

Wait! Listen to old Baloo.

Mowgli. Mowgli!

Mowgli!

- Mowgli. Mowgli!

- Now what's happened?

Well, you, you, you're not

gonna believe me, Bagheera...

but look, now I used the same words

you did, and he ran out on me.

Well, don't just stand there.

Let's separate.

We... We've got to find him.

Oh, if anything happens

to that little guy...

I'll never forgive myself.

I gotta find him.

Mowgli!

Mowgli.

Hup, two, three, four

Hup, two, three, four

Keep it up

Two, three

What beastly luck.

Confound that ridiculous

Colonel Hathi.

Company, sound off.

Oh, we march from here to there

And it doesn't matter where

You can hear us push

through the deepest bush

Hup, two, three, four

With a military air

With a military air

The jungle patrol.

We're a cracker jack brigade

On a pachyderm parade

But we'd rather stroll

to a waterhole

Hup, two, three, four

For a furlough in the shade

Stop! W-Wait a minute.

Halt!

Who said halt?

I give the commands around here.

- Now speak up. Who was it?

- Oh, it was me, Colonel.

What do you mean, sir,

taking over my command?

- Highly irregular, you know.

- Oh, Colonel, I-I'm sorry...

- but, but I need your help.

- Oh, absolutely impossible.

- We're on a cross-county march.

- But it's an emergency, Colonel.

- The man cub must be found.

- Man cub? What man cub?

- How interesting.

- The one I was taking to the man village.

Good.

That's where he belongs.

Now, sir,

If you don't mind...

we'd like to get on

with the march.

No, no, no, you,

you don't understand, Hathi.

He is lost.

He ran away.

How delightful.

Well, serves the young

whippersnapper right.

But, but Shere Khan,

the tiger...

He's sure to pick up

the man cub's trail.

Shere Khan.

Nonsense, old boy.

Shere Khan isn't

within miles of here.

Oh, sorry, Bagheera.

Fortunes of war, and all that

sort of thing, you know.

This has gone far enough.

Far enough.

Now just a minute,

you pompous old windbag.

Winifred! What are you

doing out of ranks?

Never mind.

How would you like

to have our boy...

lost and alone

in the jungle?

Our son? W-Well...

But, Winifred old girl,

that's an entirely different matter.

- Huh!

- Different, entirely.

That little boy is no different

than our own son.

Now you help find him,

or I'm taking over command.

What! A female

leading my herd?

Utterly preposterous.

Pop? The man cub and I

are friends.

He'll get hurt

If we don't find him.

Please, Pop? Sir?

Please?

Now don't you worry, son.

Your father had a plan

in mind all the time.

Sure you did.

Troopers!

Company, left face!

Volunteers for

a special mission...

will step

one pace forward.

That's what I like to see.

Devotion to duty.

Now, you volunteers

will find the lost man cub.

Oh, thank you, Colonel.

Now there's no time to lose.

Yes, yes.

Well, bugler.

When the man cub is sighted,

you will sound your trumpet...

- three times.

- Yes, sir.

Not now, soldier.

Sorry, sir.

Lieutenant, our strategy shall

be the element of surprise.

You will take one squad...

- and cover the right flank.

- Yes, sir.

And I shall lead

the other squad...

on the left flank.

Very well. Company...

forward march!

Element of surprise?

Oh, I say.

And now for my rendezvous

with the little lost man cub.

Kaa! It's you!

Yes, man cub.

So nice to see you again.

Oh, go away.

Leave me alone.

Let me look at you.

You don't want me

to look at you?

Then you look at me.

No, sir. I know what

you're tryin' to do, Kaa...

You do? Uh, I mean...

- you don't trust me.

- No.

Then there's nothing

I can do to help.

You wanna help me?

Certainly.

I can see to it that you never

have to leave this jungle.

How could you do that?

Hmm? Oh, I have my own...

subtle little ways.

But first,

you must trust me.

I don't trust

anyone any more.

I don't blame you.

I'm not like

those so-called...

fair-weather friends

of yours.

You can believe in me.

Trust in me

Just in me

Shut your eyes

And trust in me

Hold still, please.

You can sleep

Safe and sound

Knowing I

Am around

Slip into silent slumber

Sail on a silver mist

Slowly and surely your senses

Will cease to resist

You're snoring.

Sorry.

Trust in me

And just in me

Shut your eyes

And trust in me

Oh, now what?

I'll be right down.

Yes? Yes?

Who is it?

It's me, Shere Khan.

I'd like a word with you

If you don't mind.

Shere Khan.

What a surprise.

Yes, isn't it?

I just dropped by.

Forgive me if I've interrupted anything.

Oh, no, no,

nothing at all.

I thought perhaps you were entertaining

someone up there in your coils.

Coils? Someone?

Oh, no.

I was just curling up

for my siesta.

But you were singing to someone.

Who is it, Kaa?

Uh, who? Oh, no.

Well, I was just singing,

uh, to myself.

- Indeed.

- Yes. Yes, you see...

I have trouble

with my sinuses.

- What a pity.

- Oh, you have no idea.

It's simply terrible.

I can't eat.

I can't sleep.

So I sing myself to sleep.

You know, self-hypnosis.

Let me show you

how it works.

Ah, trust in me

No, I can't be bothered with that. I

have no time for that sort of nonsense.

Some other time perhaps?

Perhaps. But at the moment

I am searching for a man cub.

Man cub? What man cub?

The one who's lost.

Now where do you suppose

he could be?

- Search me.

- That's an excellent idea.

I'm sure you wouldn't mind showing me

your coils, would you, Kaa?

Uh, certainly not.

Nothing here.

And nothing in here.

My sinuses.

Hmm. Indeed.

And now, how about

the middle?

The middle?

Oh, the middle.

Absolutely nothing

in the middle.

Really?

Well, if you do just happen

to see the man cub...

you will inform me first,

understand?

I get the point.

Cross my heart, hope to die.

Good show.

And now I must continue my search

for the helpless little lad.

Ooh, who does he think

he's fooling?

"The helpless little lad."

Ooh, he gives me

the shivers.

Picking on that poor

little helpless boy.

Oh, yes.

Poor little helpless boy.

You told me a lie, Kaa.

You said

I could trust you.

It's like you said.

You can't trust anyone.

If I never see that

skinny little shrimp again...

it will be too soon.

Ooh, my sacroiliac.

Hey, Flaps,

what we gonna do?

I don't know.

What you wanna do?

I've got it! Let's flap over

to the east side of the jungle.

They've always got a bit of action,

a bit of a swingin' scene all right.

Ah, come off it.

Things are right dead all over.

You mean you wish they were.

Very funny.

Okay.

So what we gonna do?

I don't know.

What do you wanna do?

Look, Flaps, first I say,

"What we gonna do?"

Then you say, "I don't know.

What you wanna do?"

Then I say, "What we gonna do?"

You say, "What you wanna do?"

"What we gonna do?" "What you

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