Original subtitles

Long, long ago in India, there was a great jungle full of life.

One stormy night, as the more timid creatures hid, a fearsome hunter

This night, something was different.

The sounds and smells of humans were in the air, and the first to know was the

biggest troublemaker in all the jungle, Tabaki, the jackal.

Humans?

Why?

Tabaki was an outcast, despised by most creatures of the jungle as a coward,

afraid even of his own shadow. But he had one powerful ally.

Shere Khan, Shere Khan, come and see.

You.

Something special for you this way.

What?

Some visitors.

Very tasty.

Shere Khan, the lame tiger was an outcast too because he broke the law of

jungle by hunting humans, the one forbidden prey.

I smell man.

This night.

Shere Khan's appetite for humans would begin the biggest adventure that ever

came to the jungle.

After

Shere

Khan's attack had scattered the family of woodcutters, one was left behind.

A little boy, hardly more than a baby.

As he wandered alone in the night, the animals gathered their families together

and went back to sleep, feeding their young.

Shere Khan's clumsy attack got one

in the meal.

Instead, his paws burnt in the fire reminded him again how much he hated

Defenseless and alone, the little boy was too young to know fear.

With every innocent step, he moved further from his own family and closer

another one.

What is it?

It smells like a human.

Human?

So that's a man's cub.

How brave.

How cute.

Bring him to me. I saw him first and I claim what is rightfully mine.

We don't take orders from you.

Who do you think you are?

Shere Khan, lord of the jungle. That child is mine to eat.

Eat? Eat?

Coward. Murderer. Stay away. He's ours now. One day he'll hunt and run with the

other wolves of the pack. And beware, Shere Khan.

One day he'll hunt you.

I'll take this to the pack.

and see what they say.

Bushy -tailed thieves.

Thieves. Dirty, rotten thieves.

Thieves.

Thieves.

I know the law as well as anyone.

He's not afraid of anything.

They could be brothers.

Do you know any other wolf family that has a man cub of one of their own?

I don't think so.

Shere Khan has a point. We'll have to show him to the pack.

If we're going to keep him.

Keep him?

Of course we'll keep him.

Now you just lie still, little frog.

Little frog, Mowgli.

Mowgli.

Mowgli.

Mowgli.

Mowgli. But what is the council going to say about it?

So, as a new day began in the jungle, the news of Mowgli's appearance was not

long in spreading, thanks to the biggest gossip of them all.

Have you heard the news? There's a man -cub living with the wolves.

They're so ugly. They have no feathers. They have no hair.

What will the pack say?

All the jungle's inhabitants, few are more

disliked than the pandalongs.

The Monkey Tribe.

Living high in the trees, the Vandalog waste their time arguing among

and annoying the other creatures.

Hey,

look!

Archie! Archie! Let's get him! Let's get him!

Just ignore those bums, kids.

They got nothing better to do than pester hard -working folks.

Keep an eye on them, though. They can be dangerous.

This is one heavy villain, isn't it?

Yeah.

Mikey, Mikey. Oh, industrious one. Have you heard the news?

There's a man -cub living with the wolves. Right in their den.

Can you believe it? If it were up to me...

Well, it's not.

Surely something must be done about it.

It's up to the pack.

Hmm.

The jungle is home to many magnificent creatures, but few have equaled the

of the sleek pet, Akira.

Although she sometimes played like a kitten.

Bagheera was known as the quickest and most cunning of all the animals.

Did you hear?

Wolfpack has taken a man -cub into its den. How about that?

It's against the law.

How very interesting.

A man -cub in the jungle.

Do you happen to know where he came from by any chance?

Oh, it belongs to Shere Khan.

What?

Go tell that cowardly man -hunter that he breaks the law. He'll have the

villagers on us.

I'm sorry, Bagheera. I'll rush right over and tell him what a coward he is.

tell him that Bagheera says that he's a dish licker. Tell him yourself,

Bagheera.

Sheer.

Mighty hunter.

Powered. Baby snatcher.

He is mine.

What of the law?

But we're still friends, right, Bagheera?

Oh, my.

It must be going.

Oh, Ka.

I must tell Ka.

He's around here someplace.

Oh, Ka.

Oh, Ka.

Oops, wrong hand.

Now, where was I?

Oh, goodness.

Look at that.

I wonder what he had for lunch. It's almost as big as me.

Oh, dear.

Oh, car.

Car.

Excuse me.

Now, Cub, you know just what you have to do.

Now it's time to go out and track the porcupine.

I'm going to find him first.

Come on, let's go.

Over here.

Ah,

five minutes' peace.

Oh, great Baloo. Wise Baloo.

How are you?

Well, here they come.

That was quick.

So, who's the first to find Ike the porcupine?

It was me. I found him.

You always had a nose for trouble, didn't you?

I told you to find the porcupine, not fetch him.

Baloo, Baloo, I have something to say.

Hey, wolves.

There are thieves amongst you.

They have stolen a man cup from Shere Khan.

This brings shame to the pack.

Yeah.

Enough with the questions. Settle down. We'll leave it to the council.

So, on the night of the full moon, Mowgli and his brothers were brought

the council of the pack to decide if he would be accepted as a wolf cub.

The thieves are here! The thieves are here!

Don't worry, children.

Just be yourself.

Go.

What can a man -cub do when he wants to run with the pack?

Hunt like a wolf, sniff like a wolf, and follow every track.

Be like all the rest, and pass the wolf pack test.

What can a man -cub do when he wants to run with the pack?

Isn't that a human?

Get to your place. You know the law. Look well, oh wolves. Look well. We must

decide.

That's not my idea of a wolf.

I say, behold.

He looks healthy and carries no fear in his eyes. He could become a valuable

member of the pack.

Any creature can join the pack if two members not related to them speaks on

their behalf.

Who speaks now for the boy?

Well, come on.

Who's going to speak for the man -cub?

He has stolen property!

Don't! Ow, ow, ow.

Well, if he's stolen property, I'm against it.

All right, all right. Who will speak for the human child?

He's mine.

Think for yourselves, brothers and sisters. Use your own judgment.

What does that one with the human child?

He is mine.

Does no one here step forward to speak for the man -cub?

No one will speak.

Then the man -cub is mine.

My property.

Over my dead body. If I must, I'll make this my last battle.

There's no way he's going to you, lame one.

He will not be your meal.

We should not reward Shirtan for breaking the law of the jungle.

Will no one else speak for what is right?

The man -cub. The man -cub.

Mowgli. I'll speak for the man -cub. He's harmless, you know. I have no gift

words, but I speak the truth.

Let him run with the pack.

He's quick and he's bright. And I'd like to teach him myself.

That's one.

Who am I?

Who speaks besides Baloo?

Oh, he's mine now.

Akilah.

Honorable members of the Wolfpack Council.

I'll speak for the man -cub.

Mowgli.

To what right have you to speak to the council? You're not even a member of the

pack. She's not even a wolf.

Quiet,

quiet. What's wrong with you young fools?

Straighten up.

Shere Khan and his lackey are not members of the pack, yet you let them

The law.

Of the jungle day.

That a cub may be bought at a price.

The law does not say who may pay that price. Am I right?

Thank you.

Therefore, I would like to offer one fact.

juicy bull if you will accept the man cub according to the law.

Dinner is on me. What do you say?

So what is the decision of the council?

Let him be accepted.

What's it matter?

He'll die in the rains or he'll fry to a crisp in the sun.

What harm can a naked frog do us anyway?

You mentioned a bull beginner?

Yeah.

Since you have accepted him.

Your luncheon awaits over the hill by the river.

Now go see if I can pick up any tidbits of information.

Don't wait up.

It is decided. The man -cub will run with us.

Teach him well, Father Wolf.

This is an outrage.

All right.

The man -cub is mine.

I'll be back.

Roar on, Shere Khan.

Roar on.

There'll come a time when the man -cub will be full grown and hunt you as you

hunt him.

Or I don't know, man.

And so it came to be that Owgly joined the Wolfpack, thanks to the wise old

Baloo. And back here at that.

Time passed, and Mowgli grew along with his wolf brothers.

Like all the other cubs of the wolf pack, Mowgli had to learn the lessons of

hunt and the law of the jungle under the supervision of Baloo.

Now, everybody shake!

Today,

we bring down the deer.

Use the backside.

Run. Run.

Strike.

Come on, Moseley. Keep up. You run like she's your god.

Try it again.

Got you. Moseley, I never taught you to do that.

The wolf runs on four legs, not two. He runs on two legs because he's a man

-cub.

No, I'm not. I'm a wolf of the pack.

Yes, little brother, that and much, much more.

And a great hunter, too. Come down and I'll hunt you. Come here.

So catch me then.

It wouldn't hurt you to climb a bit.

Come on, guys, let's get her!

It's not as easy as it looks, Mowgli.

Come on now, a little closer.

Bye now.

Hey, get back here! Come on!

No, you go over here.

Smugly.

you had to go and show him how to fly.

Mowgli's education progressed.

It became obvious to all the animals in the jungle that the man -cub had

wonderful natural abilities.

This fact did not escape the attention of the banderlog.

Elephants.

Man set a trap for sheer God, but he's too smart.

Well, too bad for the baby big nose.

Help. Help.

Help. Help.

Dad.

Hang on. I can help.

What can you do?

When I'm not strong enough.

The little frog has a big heart.

This is no time for games.

ceases to amaze me what that Mowgli can do. He is a man.

Don't forget it. You can be sure Shere Khan never does.

We are of one blood, Mowgli.

We did it together. We are of one blood, you and I.

Well, goodbye, Mowgli, and thank you.

I'll never forget you.

This river is not your home.

Now, before you go charging into someone's home, what does a considerate

do? I know!

Growl!

We could run away.

How can you run away when you're running forwards?

We should say.

I'll take you for a ride.

I'm such a fool. Why didn't I warn him about the banderlog? Maybe we can catch

them yet.

Not at that speed.

Oh, hold on there.

I'm afraid they'll drop him.

And what are the banderlog afraid of?

Call the snake.

hunting car.

Good hunting for us all.

Ah, Baloo.

Bad year.

Is there any news of game afoot?

I'm as empty as a dried well.

Well then, you must join us.

Yes.

We are off to hunt the banders.

He is my smartest student.

And besides, Ka, we love him very much.

I also have known what love is.

There are tales I could tell you about love.

After the hunt, perhaps. Did you know the monkeys call you a slimy worm?

Slimy. Slimy.

Footless. Worse.

Ah! Look out, Baloo!

It is I, Chill!

Ah! I have seen the man -cub! The bandernog have taken him to the ancient

temple! Ah!

Thank you, Chill.

We'll never forget this.

Of the jungle he didn't forget.

enough to

you shouldn't see, huh?

shackles up something fierce.

Bandalog!

Huh? Oh, safe.

Thus ended Mowgli's short reign as king of the Bandalog.

He was more than happy to return to being just a wolf of the pack.

As the years passed, Shere Khan continued to steal cattle from the

not caring that all the animals would suffer when the hunters came to take

revenge. As far as he was concerned, anything that caused trouble for Akila

the wolf pack was good.

Shere Khan had dreams of eventually taking control of the pack and leading

in attacks against the villagers.

To do that, he would first have to turn the pack against Akila.

and his sworn enemy, Mowgli.

As part of his plan, Shere Khan often shared his kill with the younger wolves,

filling their heads with flattery as he turned them into scavengers.

Please help yourselves.

It is an honor to share my catch with such...

noble members of the pack.

It amazes me. How is it that such brave and experienced hunters as yourselves

are led by one so feeble as Aquila?

devour that little pest.

You know, wise Ka, Mother Wolf often threatened to skin me, too.

And with good reason, too, I'm sure. That's the

truth. But this skinning business comes naturally to my people.

How do I look?

Like a brand new car. My new skin needs water.

Let us go bathe.

Let me carry you. You're too fat to slither.

Did I hear you say fat?

No!

Okay, put up your... And so a game they'd played since Mowgli's childhood

once more.

A test of speed and strength.

Oh, that hurt.

Gotcha!

Come here! Stand still!

Right!

Khan knew Mowgli would need these skills when his final battle with Shere Khan

came to pass.

I can strike you at will.

Shall I start with you ahead?

Come in, the slimy worm.

Howdy.

Nice color, Kaa, but you can do better than that.

Oh, come on now, make up your mind.

I can't choose if you keep changing like some sort of chameleon.

Oh, come on. You're making my eyes hurt.

Hey, get out of the water. Come here. I'll wrestle you to the ground. I'll

your lip. Whoa.

Oh. You are becoming a man.

You are clever and agile.

But it is not enough.

Well, what else do I need?

Your thing.

But I'm not afraid of anything.

What of Shere Khan?

It's time you had the Iron Tooth.

Iron Tooth? What's that?

You'll see.

Come with me, little frog.

So Mowgli and Khan made their way to the ruins of the Forgotten City.

Here, where people once lived and worked and played.

Now, only the bandalong.

Whatever the reason the people fled their homes and temples, they'd given no

thought to taking their belongings.

Not even treasures of gold.

Whoa, look at all the shiny things.

Hmm. Well, what's this good for?

Toys of man.

Hey, are these good to eat? Behind you, Mowgli, lies the Iron Tool.

Good hunting, Mother Cobra.

We are of one blood.

You, the man -cub, and I.

Yes. Good hunting.

And what of the great city up above?

How goes it there?

It's gone to the banter log.

There hasn't been a man in the city since my grandfather was a baby.

It's dead.

That can't be. No.

It's the most glorious city.

that ever was.

Filled with people and palaces and fabulous sights.

It cannot die.

You're just lying fooled.

Well, why don't you go up and see for yourself, then?

Go? Who are you to suggest that I leave? I am the

guardian of this treasure.

If I go, you will surely steal something.

Mother Cobra, we don't want any of these silly things. They're all useful.

Except for maybe this.

Let me have the Iron Tooth. I'll gladly repay you with fat, juicy frogs.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Certainly. You can have everything you see. You can touch anything you want.

In doubt, to every whim, many others have.

Well, thank you, Mother Cobra.

But there is something you should know.

A small detail.

You cannot leave with a treasure.

Gaze upon the bones of those who have tried to steal it from me.

We're not here to steal your old treasure, so you can't touch us. I know

of the jungle.

There are no laws here but mine.

No man may leave this place alive.

Not even you.

You're just like all the rest.

Stay out of this or I'll kiss your neck.

Well, would you look at this.

She's as toothless as an old earthworm.

old snake is all bark and nobody.

This treasure needs a new guardian.

Let's get out of here.

You're not going anywhere. Come back.

I'll kill you. I'll kill you.

Whoa! This shines as brightly as Bagheera's eyes.

And cuts as sharply as Shere Khan's teeth.

But beware.

It is a lethal weapon and must be used wisely.

And with great...

Oh, Ka, I don't know how I could ever thank you.

You've made me as powerful as Shere Khan.

He better watch out if he crosses my path again.

Yeah, he better watch out. He better run.

Boogie's the strongest of all.

Hey, I have the Iron Tomb.

Really?

I could be a big help. I wouldn't get in the way.

Good hunting, my brothers.

Hey, look what I got in the cave under the Forgotten City.

Ka took me there.

I'm not afraid of anything now. Right, Bagheera?

My impetuous boy.

When you are with us, you have nothing to fear.

But there is something out there more powerful than your iron tooth.

Have you by any chance heard of the red flower?

Huh? The red flower?

The red flower?

The red flower.

Everyone is afraid of the red flower.

Even you're afraid of it? Even me.

And me?

And the pack.

And even Shere Khan.

Did you hear that?

It's Akila in the pack.

They're chasing a deer.

Now's your chance to make Akila look bad in front of the pack.

He's out there. Go get him, boss. You can do it.

Go!

Shere Khan knew if Akila failed in leading the pack in the hunt, the wolves

could be turned against him.

That is the law of the jungle.

All it would take would be a little interference at just the right moment.

Seeing the opportunity, Shere Khan would now use his speed in the darkness to

knock Akela off his target.

The old wolf missed.

Akela is not fit to lead the pack.

I tell you, he's not fit to lead.

Over there, across the river.

Far from the valley of the trees lives a red flower.

It can be small and very shy, like a moth, but make it angry and it

grows big and strong.

It grows taller than the trees and then there's no end.

Akela needs us. We have to choose a new leader. You know the law.

Huh? What's happening?

We have to go to Council Rock and choose a new leader. Akela missed. He's

getting old, you know. What does the law say?

Go find the red flower quickly. There's no time to waste.

The wolf pack gathered at Council Rock to decide Akela's fate.

Meanwhile, Mowgli was fetching the red flower.

Fire, as the humans called it.

It might be the only thing that could save the leadership of the pack from

falling to Shere Khan.

Akela, brave leader of countless hunts, knew his reign was finished.

Therefore, he didn't climb the rock to take his usual place.

The law of the jungle is strict.

When a leader cannot bring down the quarry, he must give way to his

rival.

It was a sad night for those who loved the old gray wolf.

But the younger wolves who'd fallen under the influence of Shere Khan

awaited their chance to bring down the old warrior.

You've let

me lead you in the hunt for twelve years, but tonight...

Gray Brother, you run back to the council rock and stall them, and you

wait for me!

Oh Geeta, hurry along with the fire. Your grandmother needs it for cooking,

Geeta.

Huh?

have missed my mark.

And it is your right to take a new leader.

But who among you is brave enough to finish off this old wolf?

And who among you is ready to test my might?

Oh, Mowgli.

But bless you, people.

Fear of one blood, you and I, red flower.

I have the red flower!

Time has come, Aquila, and once I've dispatched you, your man -cup will be

Give me Mowgli now!

Do what you will with me, but don't betray Mowgli!

Shere Khan's right!

Surrender the man -cub. Surrender!

It looks like there's going to be trouble.

So, you want to fight?

We'll give you a fight.

Stay away from him!

Enough! Hear me!

Since when has Shere Khan been the leader?

Of this pack.

Don't listen to that meddlesome little frog.

Lord Shere Khan.

Hey, get away from me, you little fish licker.

You have always taken pains to remind me that I am a man.

Now I know that you are right. And I offer this little token of my gratitude.

Here, smell the red flower.

Look a man in the eye when a man talks to you.

I thought you were going to kill me, windbag.

Take this for Akila.

And this for the man.

And this for all the pain that you caused.

Run, you coward.

You troublemaker.

Listen, wolves.

Hear me well.

Akila...

One day, many years later, the jungle awoke with a feeling of danger.

Huh? Something's wrong.

Panic is uncommon among the creatures of the jungle.

This fateful morning, they were seized with terror.

Few events brought such fear to the jungle as the coming of the red dogs.

Even the fiercest hunters and largest beasts fled before the unrelenting

onslaught of the vicious dogs who came when hunger drove them from their

grounds.

Get out now!

Aquila called together the council of the wolf pack.

Aquila! I have seen the red dogs!

How many are they?

Beyond number!

They flow like a red, boundless river!

We're doomed!

I thank you, Chill.

You've always been a good friend of the wolf pack.

dog is weaker than a wolf.

But when they swarm in a giant pack, I don't know if we can defeat them.

Even the elephants flee before them. But we have no choice.

Now's the time for the wolf pack to stand together.

It is better to die fighting than to die running away.

It will be a magnificent battle, though many will not return.

have to say.

You fools! We're doomed if we stay!

We have to run away!

Silence! We're not

afraid of red dogs!

We accept the challenge.

know what to do.

Bagheera?

Baloo?

Don't worry about me.

Good luck!

We're all depending on you, Mowgli.

Mowgli knew that if anyone could find a way to defeat the Red Dogs, it would be

the wise and ancient Ka.

Those wolves are fools!

They'll lose!

That cursed Mowgli's got the mongrels all worked up!

They have forgotten the law of the jungle.

Avoid fatty food?

Every beast by himself.

Let's go north until the red dogs have had their fill.

We'll go north. That's what we'll do.

Then we'll be safe.

Yes, and when we return, there'll be no one. No Bagheera, no Baloo, no Mowgli,

silly little frog. It'll be all for the best.

God, it's me, Mowgli. Let me go. You're hurting me.

Oh, you silly little frog.

You should know better than to sneak up on me like that.

Listen, there's terrible news. The red dogs are invading.

We're going to fight them.

It will be the battle of all battles.

And it will be glorious.

Glorious?

for sleeping?

Quiet. I'm thinking.

We've got dogs to fight.

Pay close attention, Babcock, and learn.

This is the home of the bee people, the most fearless

of warriors.

They will go to any length to protect their hide and would be sorely hated

by, say, falling rocks or dogs.

tricking the bee people into fighting the red dogs.

No, it will not be simple.

And the outcome, not pretty.

But we must try.

If we don't, all my friends might as well sing their death songs.

But with your plan, I think we have a chance.

Ka, you really are... are the wisest one in the jungle.

Many have said that.

It's true.

I will go on the pack.

Make the red dogs chase you to the bee people.

Don't worry, Ka.

They'll chase me, all right. This little frog has many tricks to play before

this day is out.

They'll chase me like a rabbit.

Fear not.

Come on, red dogs.

Here's a little frog to chew on. And after that, some special Friends would

to welcome you.

And so they came.

In the prowling tide, the red dogs advanced in their thousands, killing

everything in their path.

the sun sets so the pack can get ready.

I walk on red dogs.

Hey, come down and fight. Look at this tasty foot.

Whoa. Fight who? You mangy little red dogs?

The only thing you're good for is chasing sticks.

Hey,

come up here and get me.

Here, Poochie Poochie. How do you like my toesies?

Not yet.

Pooch.

Hey, is that as high as you can jump?

Nice try. Not even close.

You pathetic pooches.

Everything now depended on the BP.

If they were angry enough, their skin would be weak. Let dogs give the wolves

chance.

In a private battle to save the cubs, the wolf nation waited for the most

terrible foe they had ever faced.

Though stung and weakened by the bees, the red dogs were still an awesome

When the dogs met the wolves on the shore, it was like crashing together in

gigantic waves.

Neither side getting quartered nor gaining advantage.

With your trick with the bees, you saved the entire pack.

Help.

Help me out.

Help me.

Brave wolves, come closer.

Hear me.

I'm leaving for the land of the Eternal Hunt.

Your new leader must be young, strong, and wise.

There is only one among you that is equal to this task.

New leader will be the man, Mowgli.

Now, my brother, know that my spirit will always run with you.

Good hunting!

And so the leadership of the wolf pack was passed on to Mowgli, the man.

Gita. Bagheera, I don't know what's happening. Sometimes I want to roar like

tiger in a trap.

You want to laugh like the hyena and frolic like the bandelag.

That's right.

And...

Listen. What's this?

The heart.

A man's heart.

And only it can be so sad and so happy.

Mowgli, what are we going to do, huh? All the melons are drying up.

What are you talking about?

What am I talking about?

What am I talking about? Have you tried jumping in the river lately?

Well, no.

The water's gone down, and if I dove in, I'd probably crack my skull. Maybe not

a bad idea. In your case, this could be an improvement.

Might let a little daylight in.

You know?

Oh! Hey, don't say I didn't warn you!

Hmm. This is not good news.

This old tree never tells a lie.

The rain.

will not come for a long, long time.

The most precious thing in the jungle is water. If the rains do not come,

drought consumes the land.

By the law of the jungle, no one may kill at the waterhole once the water

has been declared.

Everyone can get along somehow.

Food is scarce, but no one can survive without water.

Everyone's getting along so well.

Now if it weren't for that silly law about the water truce... Well, take it

easy.

Everybody's bound by the water truce.

Go find yourself something else to eat.

Just dandy, dear.

How about some delicious twigs and leaves, huh?

That's a good idea. I know where some good stuff is. I'll take you there.

Oh, good idea.

They'll probably take you, too.

Better ask your mommy and daddy.

Boo!

The water usually tastes best when there's little

of it. Today, it tasted of something forbidden.

Blood. And it was dripping from the jaws of Shere Khan.

More than that.

It's human blood.

Killer. Lawbreaker. Do you hold yourself above the law of the jungle?

Shere Khan?

You'll pay for this!

Shere Khan is ignominious! Calm down.

The truce is still in effect.

And it even protects them.

Ooh, lucky for us. Eh, tobacco.

Yeah, lucky for us. Once more, Shere Khan had broken the law of the jungle.

Everyone knew that the day was soon approaching. He and Mowgli must do

And only one would survive.

At long last, the rains returned.

And how it rained.

And when the skies cleared and the jungle had quenched its thirst, it was

reborn.

Mowgli waited patiently and planned for the day of his inevitable battle with

Shere Khan.

It's been a month. What news do you bring?

He's come out of hiding. He's been raiding the villages. And now he's

after you.

Speak, then. Where is he?

He's... In the ravine, by the river.

We're all ready.

What are your orders? Come on, then.

Let's go.

Drive half the herd to the north end of the ravine.

We'll go around to the south.

Whoa! Whoa!

Hey!

In his haste, Oakley nearly forgot the lesson he'd learned from Baloo years

before he left the crocodile pond.

We are one blood, you and I.

I can't believe it. The buffalo are coming this way. They're practically

right into our mouths.

Let's get them.

You idiot.

I do hope you're ready to eat a stampede.

She cut!

What? More?

Moby, now it's time.

The jungle of Shere Khan is

gone.

Yup. I always knew you would do it. Shere Khan's lost a lot of weight, but I

think he looks a lot better this way.

Well, thanks, Baloo.

But why do I feel so strange?

Well, because the time has come.

Don't you just love the springtime?

Isn't the world a thing of beauty?

Just look around.

It makes me wish I could embrace one that I love.

If I had arms.

That's just how I feel, Ka.

I have arms, but what good do they do me?

I have no one to hold.

Just listen to my heart.

What do you think is wrong?

Ah, yes.

It's springtime.

Oh, Baloo. I don't know what's happening to me. I feel like I'm going

crazy.

What is going on?

It is hard to shed one's skin

until one is truly

ready. Oh, he's ready, all right. He just doesn't know it yet.

I love you. Me too.

The time had come that he most feared.

He'd seen his future, and it didn't resemble the past that he knew so well.

His feelings seemed to stream through every particle of his body.

Mowgli was in love.

Oh, Baloo! What is going on?

What's wrong with me?

There's nothing wrong with you. You're just shedding a few tears.

Just like shedding your skin.

You're changing remotely.

Oh, God.

I don't want to change, but I feel that something is pulling me away out of the

jungle. It's time.

It's definitely time for you to go your own way.

You have to take your own path.

Yep.

You have to go be with your own kind.

Your own blood.

That's the law of the jungle.

But, Baloo! Your future is with man, Mowgli.

Down there in the village. But I never want you to forget us, Mowgli.

I'll never forget you.

Never. Now you know the law, so go.

We are of one blood.

You and I.

Listen, all wolves.

I have led you with my heart.

And now my heart calls me away.

And I must follow it back to the man tribe.

You must choose a new leader.

Quiet!

And consider, I must go now.

Farewell. Mowgli.

Now, before you leave, Mowgli, you will need... A

sharp eye!

A sharp tooth!

A sharp claw.

And a sharp mind!

Mowgli, know that the jungle is yours, and we will always be one.

And so Mowgli left the jungle to return to live among humans, though he would

never forget that once he had been the leader of the wolf pack.