The Jungle Book

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Many strange tales

are told of this jungle.

But none so strange...

As the tale of the cub we call mowgli.

You must be the very

worst wolf I've ever seen.

Yeah, but if that branch didn't break,

i would've made it.

Crossing upwind,

breaking from your numbers.

If you can't learn to run with the pack...

One of these days,

you'll be someone's dinner.

- How'd we do?

- Not mowgli, again.

- He's never gonna make the council.

- Let's go!

Race you to the top!

It was higher ground.

Wolves don't hide in trees.

I can't keep up with them, bagheera.

I tried. I just picked the wrong tree.

It was a dead tree.

How was I supposed to know

it was dead?

It had a fig vine.

Any tree girdled by a creeper

is either dead or close to it.

- These are things a wolf must know.

- Yeah.

But if the branch didn't break,

i would've made it.

I realise you weren't born a wolf...

But couldn't you at least act like one?

Bagheera'. When I found him...

Many years ago...

He was just an infant,

abandoned in the woods.

Get the deer!

If he

was going to survive...

I knew he needed a people.

A people to protect him.

That's why I entrusted him

to the wolves.

Look well, wolves.

Akela was

a just and noble leader.

He allowed mowgli to dwell

among them, all those years.

The trouble was, wolves grew so fast...

And mowgli...

Let's just say he liked to take his time.

Mowgli, pick me up high!

- My turn!

- Stop. Not now.

It was raksha

who raised him.

She was the only mother he ever knew.

- Come on, let's play!

- I don't feel like playing, gray.

Come on, you're my brother.

You have to play with me.

Let's go chase some mice.

How did it go?

Caught me again.

If it's meant to be...

It will be.

Let me hear the law.

"This is the law of the jungle...

"As old and as true as the sky.

"The wolf that keeps it will prosper...

"But the wolf that breaks it will die.

"Like the creeper that girdles

the tree trunk...

"The law runneth over and back.

"For the strength of the pack

is the wolf...

"And the strength of the wolf

is the pack."

Soon,

the rain ceased to fall

and the dry season arrived.

Heat crept through the jungle...

Turning it yellow...

Then brown...

Then black.

But that year...

Was the driest season

that anyone could remember.

Even the mohwa didn't flower.

My leaf.

This is mine. Mine, mine, mine.

There's a rock. That's mud. That's mud.

There's a rock. That's my rock.

That's my rock.

Nobody touches my rock.

There's another rock.

Two rocks. Three rocks.

Peace rock? Peace rock!

It's the truce! The water truce!

It's the water truce!

It had been

many, many years

since the peace rock was revealed...

And the water truce was called.

Hunting at the riverbank

- was now forbidden...

Because, by law of the jungle,

drinking comes before eating.

So, you could come to the peace rock,

on a day like this...

And find all people side-by-side.

Don't forget.

No hunting.

Playing ony-

playing, only. I got it, ami.

And remember...

Not everyone here has seen

a man-cub in the jungle before.

So, behave yourself.

Okay, can I go now?

Take the pups with you.

Wait for me!

Come on, gray!

Oh, take a look at this guy.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

- He's walking on two legs.

- Don't stare.

Hey, look. A wild boar.

- And a rhino.

- And a mongoose.

Everybody's here.

Ls that a peacock?

- Ooh, a stick!

-Lkkl:
Oh, that's my stick.

- I like this stick.

- Seriously, that's my stick.

- This is my stick.

- No, that's my stick!

- Let go of my stick!

-Lt's a water truce!

It's a water truce!

Sorry.

My bad! It's involuntary.

Lkkl:
I could pee on it.

Watch yourself, please.

Dad, what is that?

I think that's a man-cub.

What's a man-cub doing here?

Whoa. Don't forget the truce.

I know the law, bucks.

What is that?

- Weird.

- That's weird.

Akelai mowgli.

What was the rule about your tricks?

It's not the wolf way.

No more tricks.

Chin up, little one.

We'll make you a fine wolf, yet.

What about me?

Am I gonna be a fine wolf?

Look at me howl!

In some packs, the runt gets eaten.

Oh...

Mowgli, behind me.

Don't leave my side.

Everyone comes to peace rock.

So many smells to catch up on.

But, um...

I can't help but notice...

There's this strange odour today.

What is it, this scent that I'm on?

I almost...

I almost think it was some kind of...

Man-cub.

Mowgli belongs

to my pack, shere Khan.

Mowgli?

They've given it a name.

When was it we came to adopt

man into the jungle?

He's just a cub.

Does my face not remind you

of what a grown man can do?

Shift your hunting ground

for a few years...

And everyone forgets

how the law works.

Well, let me remind you.

A man-cub becomes man...

And man is forbidden!

- What do you know about law?

- Raksha.

Hunting for pleasure. Killing for power.

You've never known law.

The cub is mine!

Mine to me.

So, go back to where you came from,

you burned beast!

The tiger knows who rules

this part of the jungle.

I'm sure he doesn't mean to come here

and make threats.

Especially during a water truce.

No, I'm deeply respectful of these laws

that keep us safe.

So, here's my promise.

Nothing lasts forever.

The rains will return

and the river will rise.

And when this rock disappears,

that truce will end.

You want to protect him, fine.

But ask yourselves,

how many lives is a man-cub worth?

Bagheera". How many lives?

Who could answer that question?

- The rain!

- Rain!

- Rain!

- The rain!

Keep it dry, keep it dry, keep it dry.

These quills

get stuck on everything!

Bagheera". When the rains returned...

It was a question

the council had to face.

They deliberated and they argued...

For many days.

What do you think they're talking about?

No one had ever

come between the pack before.

But shere Khan's threat...

Was not to be ignored.

Mowgli, you're not supposed

to go up there!

He's got to go.

Look at the skies.

Shere Khan may be heading here

as we speak.

Please!

I'm leaving.

I don't want to see anyone get hurt.

Mowgli, go back to the den!

A man-cub belongs with man.

We raised him as one of our own!

- He'll have the boy, either way.

- Akela.

Maybe I can be of help.

The boy's right.

Maybe it's time he found another people.

- No.

-L'm the one who brought him to you.

And now I'll return him

to where he belongs.

I won't let you.

He's my cub!

We knew this day would come.

We are the only family he's ever known!

Raksha.

It's the only place he'll be safe.

It's okay, ami.

I won't go far.

I'll come back and visit.

Never forget this...

You're mine.

Mine to me.

No matter where you go,

or what they may call you...

You will always be...

My son.

I wish I could tell you...

That the wolves

could've fought shere Khan.

But this is not that kind of a tale.

The turtles like me.

Maybe the crocodiles.

What about the rhinos?

They always let me hang around.

Of course, the rhinos sleep standing up.

I don't think I'd be very good at that.

It's either the turtles or the crocodiles.

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