The Wild Page #4

Can you lead us to that boat?

No problem, eh?

Just follow us and Bob's your uncle.

Try not to lag too far behind, eh?

Hey, Benny, thanks.

And FYl, Bridget was very concerned

when you fell off the truck.

Bet you didn't know

I could ride geese, did you?

- Bareback.

- Oh, brother.

Sammy? We going to the wild now?

I think we are, Larry.

I can't take it anymore.

He's taunting us! Listen!

Stop laughing at us, you solar twit!

Captain Bligh, sir!

Are the ice cream cones ready?

The crew,

they're on the verge of mutiny.

Nigel, please.

If you don't give us

ice creams pretty quick,

you're gonna walk the plank, sir!

- Nigel.

- I don't care if I drown,

I'm getting off this

death cruise right now.

Iceberg! Permission

to go down with the ship, sir.

Hang on! Stuff that!

Run! Swim!

Nigel?

Look, I'm a starfish.

Guys, look.

Gosh. Must feel like a lifetime

since you've been here.

Yeah... a lifetime.

What the heck?

Wow! Look!

They're releasing the green boxes

back into the wild.

- Larry.

- Guys,

they're putting animals

inside the green boxes.

I just can't figure out why.

It's a tunnel to another dimension,

can't you see?

- They go in...

- Who is this guy?

It's all right, Nigel.

Think it has anything to do with that?

Hang on a second. Either I'm starving

or Larry is making sense.

You're right.

Those animals are being rescued.

Ryan?

Ryan!

Oh, no!

Ryan!

We've got to move fast!

Ryan!

Ryan! Ryan!

Ryan! Where are you, buddy?

Ryan!

- I can't believe it!

- Samson!

I was so close. He was right there!

- We'll never find him now!

- Come here!

Will you get a hold of yourself?

Use your instincts.

I don't want to run anymore.

Good. 'Cause frankly,

you need a good sports bra.

- Ryan?

- Everything's under control.

- Temporary setback.

- I got it.

- I got Ryan's scent!

- He got it?

I mean, he got it! Let's go!

- Hooray!

- Wait for us!

I'm not designed for this! I want a car.

Hey, guys, I found him! Ryan!

Doesn't anyone knock anymore?

Where's my son?

Did he come through here?

Yeah, now that I think about it,

he did come through here. Hello?

Come on out, baby lion! Your dad's here!

Well, what do you know?

There's a whole pride of lions here!

Funky. I was under the impression

you had Ryan's scent,

not this olfactory insult.

I...

I had Ryan's scent, but my predator

instincts must've kicked in since,

you know, I haven't eaten for a while.

Exactly!

You never know when those

instincts are gonna kick in.

Excellent. Fantastic!

We get to see the legend in action.

I'd love to,

but we just don't have time.

We got the time, Sammy. Just...

And then you do this. And then this bit.

Rip him apart!

The horror.

I can't bear to watch! But I have to.

Go on. Get out of here.

- The legend dropped his dinner.

- Oh, boy.

What's wrong?

I'm not good enough for you to eat?

No. It's just I'm allergic to nuts.

Now I get it. You're gonna toy with me?

Beat me up a little,

then pounce when I get my hopes up?

How exciting.

Come on, guys. Ryan can't be far.

Hey! I'm not finished with you!

I am a delicacy.

My flesh has fruity wood notes!

Watch it, you little hors d'oeuvre.

That's Samson the Wild.

You call this wild?

This is a cat!

A big, fat, tame pussycat!

- OK, that's enough!

- The pussycat hissed at me!

Maybe I should hide

behind the koala for protection.

While we're at it,

could you slap me in the face?

No. What are you, a twit?

- Ignore him.

- Don't bother! I'm leaving.

- You're weird.

- Run for your lives!

It's a lion with moral issues!

And I've had it with you too!

Thanks a lot for wrecking my day!

Teensy question.

Or more like a...

a sort of a query meets a statement.

That hyrax back there?

It was sort of like

you couldn't eat him.

Yeah, and what about those dogs?

There was no munching there, either.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say that you're...

- A vegetarian?

- Nope.

- That's not what I was going to say.

- You were going to say...

- It's almost like...

- You're not from...

The wild?

Well, you're right.

I'm not from the wild.

What?

I'm just a phony.

Truth is I can't protect you out here.

Please just go back to the boat.

I've got to find my son.

Tell me we're not in a dangerous jungle

with an 8-inch squirrel protecting us.

Actually, I'm nine inches,

but other than that, yes.

So that means...

We are going to die!

Hey, guys! Guys!

Will the three of you calm down?

How could he lie to us?

- We're his best friends.

- Sure.

Maybe he lied 'cause he

didn't want to tell us the truth.

OK, yeah, whatever. Whatever.

Let's just go back to the boat, then.

The fierce, the proud, the wild...

Rubbish!

But wait, wait, wait, wait!

Wait! Where you goin'?

Stop right there! Stop!

Bridget, if you go, I'm...

I'm breaking up with you.

We were never going out

in the first place.

Then we're taking a break.

- Nigel!

- All right!

Hey, listen!

I know you're scared.

But at least we got each other.

Sammy's got nobody.

He's out there all alone.

And... so is Ryan.

OK, OK, focus, Samson.

He's got to be out there somewhere.

You'll find him.

I mean, how big

can this place be, anyway?

Ryan!

Hey there, little fella.

You're lost too, huh?

You remind me

of my buddy back home.

A bloodthirsty monster!

Where? Where?

He's a killer! Get away from my baby!

Calm down, lady!

Won't anyone save my baby?

Bye-bye.

Ryan! Ryan!

Sammy!

I wasn't meant for the wild.

I was made to nibble and be elegant

and to appear in children's books

as the letter G.

Come on, this isn't scary, is it?

It's just leaves and vines and...

Oh, that's my foot.

Nigel, keep a lookout back there.

- You too, Larry!

- Okeydokey.

Oh, I see. All right, OK, yeah.

You're giving me the silent treatment.

Like I care.

Nigel! I gave you an order.

Would a little "Sir, yes, sir!" kill ya?

Nigel.

That's not funny, Nigel.

- He's gone! We're doomed.

- Nigel!

First Ryan, then Samson,

and now Nigel!

I do believe in zoos.

- Larry, you're tensing up!

- I do, I do, I do.

- Don't panic. I'm in charge.

- That's why we're panicking!

I say we fan out and circle.

What are we, peacocks?

We don't fan, we run.

Run for your lives, everybody!

Guys, I've got an idea.

Why don't we ask them?

It's OK...

They, you see, they got hooves.

That means they don't hunt. They graze.

But they're licking their chops.

I'll take the one with the funny knees.

The funny knee...?

Benny, no!

Benny?

Get them.

Just, hey, back off. I'm sorry,

I'm not that kind of koala bear.

Right.

Excuse me? Hello?

Terribly sorry to bother you,

but do you speak koala?

Sprechen Sie koala?

Right.

Could you possibly not go

towards the big smoking thing?

G'day, mate

G'day, mate

G'day, mate

G'day, mate

G'day, mate

G'day, mate

What a strange place for a party.

Very good, very organized.

Can I use your toilet?

I'm having a

Really nice day

Really nice day

Really nice day

I'm having a

Really nice day

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