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Yes, Mowgli grew up in this jungle. Cobwebs and moontalk, you may say.

How could a little boy survive? It couldn't have been easy.

Born of man, raised by animals, he grew up with a wolf pack...

...and learned the meaning of every rustle in the grass, every change in the wind.

There were many tongues in the jungle, and Mowgli had mastered them all.

So, keep silent, and I will tell you a great tale.

A tale as old as the jungle.

You see, Mowgli had his share of adventures.

Two large monkeys had been sent to kidnap Mowgli.

For it was only he who could teach them the ways of man.

Grey Wolf was his brother.

Bagheera, the black panther, showed him how to hunt.

And Baloo, the bear, was his best friend and teacher.

Baloo told Mowgli that the monkey people were outcasts in the jungle.

"Liars and cheats, " he said.

"They have no law and are not to be trusted. "

It was the start of another hot day, and Mowgli was about ten summers old.

He and his brother, Grey Wolf, were hungry.

The two friends left the cave that had been Mowgli's home...

...for as long as he could remember.

Like good hunters, they set off on a trail under the watchful eyes of Akela...

...the pack leader.

The panther had often warned Mowgli not to stray too far on his own.

For in the jungle, a hunter can quickly become the hunted.

Of all the beasts in the jungle, Shere Kahn, the tiger, was the most ferocious.

He and Mowgli were old enemies...

...for it was Shere Kahn who had killed Mowgli's father.

And the tiger longed for the day when he would kill the man-cub, as well.

I wish they'd get these fans working. It's so dreadfully hot.

-This is India, darling. -Where are we now?

In some goodness-knows-what jungle with a probably unpronounceable name.

Seonee.

I say, old chap, do you think we'II find good sport round here?

We're Iooking for adventure. You a hunter?

I Iook Iike a born fool to you, sir?

-No. -Well, then.

What business is it exactly that brings you to these parts?

I collect things.

Doesn't much matter what as Iong as I get paid.

But sporting, sir, is for an amateur. It's a waste of a man's time.

And hunting? Well, that's just the waste of an animal.

Molly, perhaps we could organise a tiger shoot.

That would be awfully daring.

But isn't the jungle teeming with dangerous animals?

Come on, Emily!

You'II be sitting on top of an elephant's head.

There are your man-eaters out there.

Just remember, a tiger hunt can go both ways.

If I may be expressing, Sahib, it is man that is more dangerous than the tiger!

I am pleased to be introducing to you my friend, Timo. Timo?

For your amusement! Timo?

While you are kindly contributing to this bowl, here.

No, shoo, shoo! Take the filthy Iittle beast off the food!

No! He is not filthy! I am picking off his fleas every day.

That's disgusting!

Take this wild thing off the table immediately.

Timo is not violent. Timo. He is a trained monkey.

Watch.

He's taking all the food!

What a scallywag!

Oh, my goodness!

-What the devil is it? -There's a boy on the tracks!

-Boy? -I'm afraid we have crushed him!

PIease! Everybody stay on the train. PIease, get back. PIease.

There he is! I see him! He's alive.

-He sounds Iike a dog. -The boy's insane.

I don't think so. I do believe he's wild.

Boy, go on, shoo! You're holding up the train!

It's all right. Stand back. Stay calm. No sudden moves.

My name's Harrison. I work for Mr. P.T. Barnum.

I know how to handle this.

AII right, some of you, that way. Gently, gently.

Some of you, that way. Get ready to grab him.

AII right, boy. It's okay.

We're not going to hurt you. We just want to have a Iook at you.

Just want you to come out.

Grab him! He's gone! Quick!

We've got him! Got it! FIip him!

I said hold on there!

Stop! Take him to the baggage car!

CIear the way!

-Get back into your carriages. -AII right. Up here! Up here!

We have it under control, sir!

Release the boy to the district commissioner.

-Thank you. -Take him to the baggage car!

-The poor child. Be careful, Henry! -Don't be silly, Emily.

Hey, there!

He's up!

Where did he come from? There's nothing for miles around.

There have been rumours, Mem-sahib, of a violent boy Iiving in the jungle.

Soon Mowgli was to learn about things from beyond his jungle world.

For his friends had arrived too late to save him...

...from those mysterious apes that are called men.

Chap needs a thorough scrub.

-We can hose him down at the fort. -Let's tie him up.

Okay.

After you.

AII right, chaps. This should be easy as punch.

AII right! Everything's under control!

He's off! He's gone!

-I can handle him. -PIease calm down! Everything is all right!

-Mr. Harrison, are you all right? -He's helping the boy escape! Timo!

Oh, no. Timo! Come back!

You are quite beautiful. Perhaps we'II dance again.

-Molly! -Emily!

-Harrison! -Boys.

Timo! The boy has stolen my monkey!

Be careful, old chap.

Timo!

Get back here!

Look here, Harrison! Get down from there, you bloody fool!

Harrison. I told you. The boy's insane!

Get down!

This simply isn't the done thing. We'II report you to the authorities.

Come on, old boy. You'II get yourself killed!

Timo! Timo, come back! You naughty monkey!

-You come down. Have a cup of tea. -Yes, Iet's talk about it sensibly!

Timo, please come back, Timo!

Kid's a regular jungle-jimmy!

I'm greatly forlorn, Sahib. Timo's never been alone in the jungle!

Help!

My goodness! I thought I was a goner.

Timo, come back! Where are you going?

Timo! PIease don't follow the boy! It can only Iead to trouble!

The jungle is full of dangerous things, monkey-eating dangerous things!

Sahib, I must warn you, this is not a civilised place.

It's a goldarn English colony, isn't it?

-Where are you going, Sahib? -I need a hotel room. And a jungle guide.

You haven't got a chance in hell of catching that wild boy.

-Not a chance. -I'II take that bet.

Good Iuck, Mr. Harrison.

-Where can I find this jungle guide? -Buldeo, Sahib.

This Buldeo knows his way around the jungle?

No. But he is a rich man. He will help you.

So, this Mr. Barnum that you represent...

...you think he would want this wild boy for the circus?

You bet he will, sir. Mr. Barnum's a showman.

"The Jungle Boy"!

It is a fine plantation you have here, Mr. Buldeo.

Thank you. Will you have some tea, Mr. Harrison?

Thank you, sir. Yes, I will.

You know, my brother Iost his wife in childbirth.

Then he was tragically killed by a tiger.

His only son, Mowgli, was Iost in the jungle.

Never recovered. We presume taken by the tiger.

You know, Mr. Harrison, that jungle boy could be my nephew.

And all this rightfully his?

Mr. Buldeo, this boy...

...he could be the discovery of the decade.

He'd be famous.

And you, as his only Iiving relative, you'd be as famous as he would.

Of course, we'd have to find him first.

I know a tracker.

Nothing can escape Kaa once she has found her prey.

She will coil around the body. With each twist, she will tighten her grip.

With each wrapping, each coiling in a bone-crunching hug...

-...she will crush the Iife from the boy. -As Iong as it does what you say.

Mr. Buldeo!

This is Mr. Harrison.

Thought I was getting a tracker, not a snake charmer.

What do you take me for, Mr. Harrison? A circus side-show?

This boy moves through the jungle as fast as a monkey.

I am a professional tracker!

He is the best in India.

Do you have something with the scent of this jungle boy on it?

A shirt? A sock? Anything?

No.

Hell with it. I'II take you to where we Iast saw him.

The train and its chattering people who stared and taunted...

...shouted and pointed all at once, caused Mowgli to wonder.

If he learned their talk, would he be as silly and dumb?

Coming across this abandoned campsite brought back memories of his past.

There's a tiger loose in the camp!

Get my rifle!

Mowgli!

Harrison, Sahib!

Well, I'II be darned.

Thanking my Iucky stars.

Returning to his lair was a very different homecoming.

Mowgli no longer looked and talked like a wolf.

Confused and angry, his family looked upon him like an outsider.

A man-cub.

Mowgli had broken the law, the law of the jungle.

He had brought back an outcast...

...a cousin to the dirty, shameless Bandar-log.

But the monkey had helped him.

Mowgli did not understand why they could not be friends.

Timo?

Mowgli was no longer part of the wolf family.

Sad and alone, he went in search of his lost friend, Timo.

Good old Baloo decided to go with him.

Timo!

Timo!

It is done! Kaa owns his scent.

Sooner or Iater, some breeze will bring his spoor to her.

He belongs to her now. He cannot escape.

-Who cannot escape? My Timo? -The jungle boy, you fool!

Jungle boy?

Come on, Chuchundra. Bring those bags! Come this way.

Wait for me! Wait!

-What absolute nonsense! -No nonsensical matter, Sahib.

Now, you're telling us there's a Iost city in the jungle ruled by apes?

Overrun by them. Yes.

They were exiled from the trees and are now Iiving in chaos.

There are rumours that they are holding a crazed, old soldier captive.

Quickly! The boy is nearby.

Mowgli had travelled far from home...

...and his heart was sad, for the monkey people had captured his friend.

It's amazing what secrets Iie behind these green walls.

What was that?

Sounded Iike cannon fire.

Impossible. Thunder. A distant storm, maybe.

So this strange city was where the monkey people lived.

A city abandoned many years ago by man.

Mowgli sensed that his friend was somewhere within its walls.

Listen!

Monkeys.

Many monkeys, Sahib.

The Bandar-Iog.

The jungle boy!

Jungle boy.

You're not going to get my wolf boy.

-Let me do it. I'm a crack shot. -Better than me? You'd better be.

I'm not very fond of monkeys.

You're not to be shooting the monkeys, Sahib!

He's coming our way.

AII right, follow me. And keep Iow.

Quick! The snake!

I don't believe this.

Just watch.

"Keep peace with the jungle law," Baloo had told Mowgli, time and again.

And now look what Mowgli had got his friend into.

-The boy's going to sleep. -Good.

Don't Iet the snake crush him!

I think we've got him!

Quick! Spread the net! Come on, now. Let's go!

-Pull it! -Spread it out! Pull tight!

-That's good. Come on! -There he is!

Careful with the boy! He knows where my monkey is!

Now, Mr. Harrison...

...do you believe my python is no circus side-show?

Just do it.

He's the spitting image of my brother.

I'II teach the brat the proper respect for his uncle!

AII right, all right!

We're here to capture the boy, not kill him.

We have to sedate the boy. He's going to hurt himself.

Whisky, Sahib.

Not for you! The boy!

Okay. Here you go, kid. Drink it up!

We should have thrown him in the stream first.

You don't think he's diseased, do you?

I wouldn't worry about it. He Iooks healthy enough to me.

A Iittle worse for the wear, scrambling through the jungle Iike he does.

Look, the monocle!

Oh, no! My Timo has been through some calamity.

What's this? CIaw marks.

Tiger, Sahib.

It Iooks Iike the boy has a natural enemy.

He won't have any enemies where I'm taking him.

I wonder how he survived out here.

If I may be adding, to be so strong the boy surely must be eating raw meat.

How could he have hunted on his own?

Maybe he didn't.

Imagine this raw flesh-eating beast in my house.

This isn't coming off till we get back to America.

Not in the entire history of circus arts...

...has there ever been an act quite Iike this one.

Will people pay to be bitten?

It's all right, kid. Take it easy now. It's all right.

We're going to take care of you. We're going to take care of you, kid.

You're going to be in the circus.

Imagine this: You take the Ieap off the high trapeze.

A thrilling fall. 100 feet. Straight into a pool of water.

You hear the screams of the spectators...

...and then the crowd grows still as you clamber into the Iion's pen.

Lion's pen.

No. You don't speak.

You're the wolf boy. You understand? You make animal noises.

That's good.

We'II teach you how to speak Iater. Much Iater.

You are going to tame him and make him a fine American gentlemen?

Can he be taught?

I don't know.

To tame a tiger and have him walk by your side is a fine thing indeed, but....

But what?

You will have a fine pet for the circus, Sahib.

But a poor tiger for the jungle.

Watch your python, Karait!

Like you, your snake has no Ioyalties?

Just remember. If we find your monkey, it is Kaa's great delicacy.

What was that?

Tiger!

Tiger!

That doesn't sound good.

Sounds Iike a bear.

Oh, no!

No, Mr. Tiger!

Karait, you sneaky snake! Help the boy. He's tied up!

Sahib!

Harrison, Sahib!

-What happened? -Tiger, Sahib, tiger!

Where's the boy?

The boy was chasing the tiger, Sahib!

What do you mean, "the boy was chasing the tiger"?

No, Sahib! It is much safer to be staying in here!

No, no, please!

They went that way! That way!

No one ever believed that you would be alive.

Make it alone in the jungle. Impossible, they all said.

Do you think after all these years...

...you can appear and reclaim your inheritance?

So, Mowgli? Say goodbye to your uncle.

Buldeo! We've Iost the boy. The boy's escaped.

It's okay!

I have him!

That is capital news.

You're saved. For the moment.

We've been most unprofessional about this.

I need this boy safe.

Let's get him back to camp and in that cage.

-It's for your own good, boy. -He's right. You'II be safe in there.

We'd all be safe in there.

I see you slithering over to the American side.

Have you forgotten your snake has a job to do?

If you Iet me down...

...I will drag you out of your hole and shoot you.

Shut up!

I would not be wishing anybody to be Iocked in that cage.

I'm on fire!

Chuchundra, what in tarnation?

Now get that big, fat, grimy thing off of me!

There's a bear out there!

The boy! The boy!

Let's get him!

Where's my wolf boy?

-Karait! -Chuchundra, get off my rifle!

You're not supposed to do that. You're supposed to guard the boy.

Look out!

That should put your fire out!

After him, after him! He's headed toward the ruined city!

We have to save our Iittle nephew! PIease, Iet's go.

Timo?

Timo?

At Iast. You are here.

Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid, young fella.

I see you found your Iittle friend?

Nuts! And papayas! Those two nitwits.

They brought him to me instead of you.

I can't get them to do anything.

They won't Iisten to their king no more.

Now I am forgetting my manners.

Bring some food for my guest.

Fire! Cannons! That's the only thing that controls you Iot.

Now, go get us some food.

Hey, where are you? Hello?

Listen. Help me down.

I tell you, it's exasperating dealing with this Iot.

Now, you Iisten here, young fellow, my Iad.

When you are prince, no, when you become king...

...your subjects must fear you.

Fear breeds respect, you see.

It's probably the queen's messenger.

There is a bear at the door.

He's probably come to fix the roof. It's been Ieaking all summer.

Any more pestering from you...

...and you shall be hibernating in a dungeon for the winter!

Back!

Now, young fellow, me Iad. AII of this could be yours.

Palaces! Parades!

Banquets!

AII the other monkeys, they're out feeding, but they'II be back soon.

Nuts and papayas!

I am too old for this.

I'm past my prime.

What they need is a new king and that's going to be you.

I worked my way up from the ranks until I reached my rightful position.

King! King!

I know I have so much to teach you, young fella.

AII the power and the glory...

...that comes with royalty is within these walls.

As I said, what they need is a new king.

And that's you. They need to be Ied. Charge! Rule!

Rule!

He's getting away!

If you fail, I'II strip you of your rank!

I'II feed you to the crocodiles! I'II scramble your brains!

AII right, Iet's get this guy.

We need your snake to catch the boy. Move.

-I know the boy's in here somewhere. -I'm sure I can hear my Timo.

We should split up. Split up. Do your job.

Sahib?

Monkey, shoo, shoo!

Mowgli?

Come out.

Uncle Buldeo's here.

-I'II wear your sarong, Iittle rat. -Who are you?

Come fair or foul?

Are you the queen's messenger?

What brings you into my presence unannounced?

-Who are you? -I am King Murphy.

You probably think I am a deserter!

You think I'm a renegade, don't you?

I know your mission!

Call them off.

I said, call them off.

Mowgli!

Boy, stay still. Stay perfectly still. Don't move a muscle.

I found the boy!

AII right, here we go.

AII right, now.

Take the rope.

You got your Iittle friend. Now, come on up.

Come on. Up the rope.

No, not the blasted monkey!

Mowgli, take the rope. Up.

Come on, kid!

Hey, my hat!

Thank you. Come on, boy.

Here you go. Come on.

Here we go! Come on.

Need some help, Harrison?

Hey, watch out for the cobras.

The poison takes hold after about five minutes.

Then you die.

Oh, Harrison.

You're a bad, bad, bad....

You don't know how bad!

I'II kill you!

You're still alive?

I can't wait all day.

Say hello to your mother and father, please.

Watch out!

I'II be a monkey's uncle!

These animals are co-operating with each other.

Oh, my precious.

You! Be still.

The cobra senses your movement.

I thought the wolves wanted my Kaa. But it's you they want rescued.

Yes. Good.

Yes.

AII right, boy, come on!

Come on!

We almost Iost you there, boy.

Listen, you don't belong in the circus, son. I know that now.

Come with me, Mowgli. I'II give you a home.

-Have you seen my Timo? -Timo?

Timo! My Iittle Timo!

I've been dreaming the most horrible adventures.

Naughty Iittle monkey!

We won't be needing this.

Timo?

Thank you, Sahib.

Don't you mention it.

This is no place for Kaa.

So many monkeys and beasts could tear my precious to pieces.

He's a mighty strange fella, isn't he?

My friend...

...I think it would be appropriate to honour our young prince with a cannon salute.

Go on.

Jungle boy, now I'II get you!

I'm alive!

Monkey! Shoo, shoo!

It can't get worse than this.

Shere Kahn! No, no, no!

Watch out! Help! It's not easy to tame the jungle!

Young fellow, me Iad, I suspect you're Ieaving.

Why don't you stay here now?

AII the power and the glory that comes to royalty...

...can be found within these walls.

Oh, well, I suppose I must go it alone.

One day, you'II find your own purpose...

...young wild boy.

Ta-ta.

Ta-ta.

And so Mowgli chose to run with the wolves.

For he knew his strength was with the pack.

So listen carefully to the jungle call...

...and good rest to all that keep the jungle law.

He belongs here, Sahib.

Goodbye, Mowgli.