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(pleasant music)

(yelling)

(grunting)

- This is the place.

There's plenty of wood here.

Wow.

Just the branch I need.

I'll break the branch off right here.

(tree rustling)

Dumb old branch.

It just doesn't wanna break.

That's it.

(dramatic music)

(groaning)

Oh, my back.

- Come now, Mowgli.

What in the world are you up to?

- Well, I, I broke the branch all right,

but then I fell down with it.

- Yes, so I noticed.

But what on earth possessed you to want

to break the branch in the first place, Mowgli?

- Ah, my branch.

I'm gonna carve myself a fang.

- A new fang?

- Yes.

I lost the old one somewhere on my last adventure.

(yelling)

(groaning)

- Come on, lad, give me your hands and I'll pull you out.

- Will you carve it all by yourself?

- Mm-hmm.

(meandering music)

- The human hand is a wonderful tool, Mowgli.

You are able to grasp things.

It gives you an advantage over the other animals.

It's a shame that more of us don't have such a hand.

- I'm special.

With my hands and a little planning,

I can do a whole lot of things.

- What kind of things?

- Oh, not just sleeping and eating.

All sorts of things.

- Huh?

Just what else do you need

besides sleeping and eating, Mowgli?

Apart from those things, nothing else matters.

Now, let's have no more silly talk.

- Huh?

- The first law of the jungle

is that animals should live as nature intended them to.

And you mustn't try to break that law.

- There must be more to it than that.

There has to be a reason for all this sleeping and eating,

a purpose to life, doesn't there?

- Mowgli, I'm sure living with that human

must have taught you some very useful things.

But it's taught you some dangerous things too.

(squawking)

(dramatic music)

What are you doing here, Lala?

What do you want?

- She was looking at me.

I hope nothing's wrong.

- Wrong?

Far from it, Mowgli.

- I don't understand.

- Haven't you noticed that Lala

is always following you around lately?

- Huh?

Following me?

- She's looking for a chance to talk to you, Mowgli.

I think she has a king size crush on you.

- What?

A crush on me?

Lala can't stand the sight of me, Bagheera.

- You're wrong.

I've seen how she looks at you.

She may have been hostile once,

but now her gaze is full of admiration.

- But it can't be.

Lala...

- I know it seems strange, Mowgli, but I think I'm right.

(howling)

- An assembly.

(pleasant music)

(muttering)

- Will everyone please be quiet?

This meeting was supposed to be

about organizing our next hunt.

But Akela has refused to climb up on the rock

because he says he's too old to lead us anymore.

- [Male Wolf] He finally realized he's over the hill.

- [Female Wolf] Yeah.

- All right, quiet down.

Nobody else around here thinks Akela is too old.

None of the other wolves in the pack is ready

to take over the job of leading us.

Does everyone agree?

- [Male Wolf] Akela's the oldest and wisest wolf.

- Some wolves thought we should do whatever we could

to get Vermillion back, but now it doesn't

look like that's going to happen.

So the question is who's going to lead our wolf pack?

I can tell you who I think is the right wolf

for the job, Akela, he has the wisdom

and the experience to keep this pack healthy,

at least till someone else comes along.

- Well said.

- You're right, Akru.

- At least stay on as leader, Akela.

- You're the only one who can lead us.

- Don't let us down, Akela.

- Can't you see that we need you?

We'll all suffer without your leadership.

The pack relies on your courage and your understanding.

Please, say you'll lead us.

- We need you, Akela. - More than ever.

- Hm.

(cheering)

- Huh?

Hi, Lala.

Are you feeling all right?

Lala, say something.

- Well, I...

I guess I owe you an apology, Mowgli.

- An apology?

- I'm sorry I said those terrible things

to you the other day.

It was very mean of me to say the pack

didn't want you anymore.

- Oh, that's okay.

- I, I was upset.

And I was all wrong about you, Mowgli.

Please forgive me.

Well, that's all I wanted to say, bye.

- Huh, hey, Lala, wait.

Whew.

(exciting music)

- Good work, pursuit group, now circle to the right.

Ambush group, move out, go.

(grunting)

(exciting music)

Attack.

(growling)

(whooshing)

- Well, Mowgli, how did the hunt go today?

- Oh not bad, Bagheera.

We caught 11 deer in all.

And we put plenty in the emergency supply.

So when hunting turns poor,

the pack will still have enough to eat.

- That's just wonderful.

I'm always glad to hear that my friends,

the wolves, have had a good hunt.

Well, I imagine that new fang of yours came in handy today.

- Yes, Bagheera.

- Hm?

- I think the law of the jungle is a very sad law.

- What do you mean?

- Today as I was chasing the deer,

I thought, the only reason those poor animals

were born was so that hunters could chase them down.

- Yes, that's life.

The survival of the fittest.

In the jungle, weak animals exist

for the benefit of the strong.

That's how it has always been, Mowgli, we can't change it.

- But that's not fair.

Don't you see how sad it is to live that way, Bagheera?

- Certainly not.

That's how we animals have survived

since the sun first rose in the sky.

- Well maybe so.

But isn't there some way the strong

and the weak can live together in peace?

Why, I'll bet--

- That's enough.

Listen, Mowgli, your experience of living

with a human has given you all sorts of new ideas

and they're very dangerous ideas.

Now, stop this talk.

Don't try to change the jungle.

It's against the law.

- But, Bagheera--

- Don't argue, Mowgli.

If you really want to live in the wolf pack,

then you must obey the same law that all wolves obey.

It's the law of the jungle.

Remember that.

- I wonder what made Bagheera so angry at me.

I still have a lot to learn.

Mother.

(growling)

Hey, what are you...

(growling)

Mother, what's the matter?

Have I done something wrong?

I'm going inside, all right?

- No.

You're not allowed to come

in my lair anymore, Mowgli, do you hear?

You must find your own lair.

- But why?

Why must I go?

- You should know by now.

- But, mother, what's happening?

Huh?

(growling)

- What are you doing, mother?

- Go on, get out, both of you.

- Have we done something wrong?

Tell us.

(growling)

- Mother, what's the matter?

- You stay out of this, Mowgli.

Get moving, you two.

It's time you both found yourselves a place to live.

- Mother.

- I said stay out of this.

Go, go, both of you.

- I understand.

- Don't stay here, you must go.

(growling)

- Come on, Sura.

- I don't understand, mother, why did you make them leave?

- Because they're grown up.

It's time for them to go.

- Even if they are grown up, can't they stay?

Aren't they still part of the family?

- The law says they must go.

- It's my turn.

(growling)

I must go just like my brothers did.

- You understand.

The time has come for you to make your own way.

I can't put it off any longer.

- But, mother, I'm not sure I'm ready yet.

- Yes, Mowgli, you're ready all right.

- Huh?

- You've had many adventures and everyone

in the pack says you've grown into a superb hunter.

You'll have no trouble fending for yourself, Mowgli.

- But hunting isn't everything.

There's still so much I don't understand.

- You'll never know everything.

But you have to make up your mind to go out on your own

or you'll always be a child.

- Wait, give me a day or two.

I need time to get ready.

- Mowgli, I didn't raise you to be a weakling.

Stop this whining and start acting

like a true son of Alexander.

- But I...

- Are you going or aren't you?

Because if you aren't...

(growling)

- All right, you win, I'm leaving, mother.

Goodbye.

But I'll come and visit now and then,

if that's all right with you, mother.

(sobbing)

(dramatic music)

Huh?

Ah.

Hm?

Oh, I guess this is your lair.

Don't worry, I'm not hunting.

I'm just looking for a place to stay.

(ominous music)

(snoring)

Huh?

Nope, no room for two in here.

Can't sleep in a tree, I'd probably fall out.

(snoring)

This will do perfectly.

Well, maybe not quite perfectly.

(grunting)

Baloo.

Be careful, you could really hurt somebody.

Hm?

(snoring)

(grunting)

Lie still, will you?

(groaning)

(snoring)

(grunting)

I'll never be able to sleep with him beside me.

(snoring)

(shouting)

(pleasant music)

(yawning)

- Slept beside me did you?

Lucky you didn't wake me up,

Mowgli, I'm a very light sleeper.

Normally, the slightest sound

is enough to wake me up in an instant.

- With that snore of yours,

you couldn't have heard a charging buffalo.

- [Baloo] What snore?

- Yes, what snore?

Hi.

- Hi, Bagheera, hi, Kichi.

- Morning.

- Bagheera, you're not gonna believe what's happened.

- What won't I believe?

- Luri has told Mowgli to find a lair of his own.

At last.

- Huh, is that true?

- Mm-hmm.

- Excellent.

That shows that you're a full-fledged wolf now.

- Full-fledged, what does that mean?

(laughing)

- It means he's an adult now, ready to make his own way.

I must say, I'd begun to wonder

when the happy day was finally going to come.

Congratulations, Mowgli, you must be very pleased.

- I don't see why, his mother threw him out of the lair.

I think she's mean.

- No, Luri's a splendid mother.

It must have been hard for her

to make Mowgli leave the lair, but she had to.

Isn't that right, Mowgli?

- Mm-hmm.

At first I was hurt.

I thought it was cruel of her

to make me leave the lair so soon, but she was right.

I'd lived at home long enough.

It was time for me to go out on my own.

- Yes.

Now it's all up to you, Mowgli.

You must make your own way in the jungle and survive alone.

- And I will.

- Well, I don't see what all the fuss is about.

If Mowgli has left his mother's lair,

then all that means is that he's

become a grown up animal just like the rest of us.

- That's one way of putting it.

(laughing)

It's great news, Mowgli.

- Mm-hmm.

- By the way, Mowgli, if you're still looking for a lair,

you're more than welcome to stay in mine.

- Your lair is much too tiny.

My lair is the place for you, Mowgli.

- Thank you both for your generous invitations,

but Bagheera's lair isn't big enough for two.

And at Baloo's, I wouldn't get any sleep.

So, I've decided that I'm gonna build my very own lair.

- [Both] Huh?

- Build your own lair?

- Are you joking?

(playful music)

(grunting)

- Here it comes.

(shouting)

(whooshing)

(playful music)

(grunting)

Now, Baloo, I want you to hold this log in place right here.

- Sure, Mowgli, but I still don't understand

how you can build a lair.

(laughing)

- Just you wait and see.

(playful music)

Well, it's finished.

- So, this is your lair.

It looks solid enough.

I think I've seen a lair like this before, but where?

- This is the kind of lair humans use.

They call it a house.

- A house?

- Yes.

When I was living with that human,

his lair was a lot like this one, only it was bigger.

It was very cozy.

But I never dreamed I'd wind up building one

to live in myself.

- I must say, Mowgli, this is a lovely lair.

Would you mind if I moved in with you?

- Oh no, I know you, Bagheera,

you'd hog the best sleeping corner for yourself.

You'd take over the lair.

It's Mowgli's.

He needs his privacy.

Isn't that right, Mowgli?

Huh?

Huh?

(romantic music)

- Hi, Lala.

- I heard you moved out of Luri's lair.

You're on your own aren't you?

- Yes, mm-hmm.

- Well, best of luck.

- Thanks a lot.

(giggling)

- My goodness, Lala's had a change of heart.

- You could say so.

(giggling)

- Are you really gonna live here, Mowgli?

- Yeah, it's perfect for me.

I love it.

- If you don't mind, I'm gonna have a look inside.

Ah.

This is perfect.

- Let me have a try.

(giggling)

- Huh?

Please be careful, everybody,

this lair took me a long time to build.

- [Baloo] Don't worry, Mowgli, we're warming it up.

(giggling) (groaning)

(peaceful music)

- [Luri] Sleep well, Mowgli,

your mother loves you very much.

(pleasant music)