All language subtitles for George.Of.The.Jungle.1997.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG_English

Narrator:
Deep in the heart of Africa

is a place no man has ever entered.

A place that belongs to the lion,
the elephant and the ape.

A place known as the bukuvu.

Travelers flying overhead
can only glimpse at its many marvels:

Its sparkling rivers,

its lush veldts,

its billowy cloud formations

and its hidden mountains.

- Never fear, my friends.
- George! George!

All was not lost.

Scraped and boo-booed,
they searched high and low,

but they never recovered
their most precious cargo.

George, George
George of the jungle

strong as he can be

watch out for that tree

George, George
George of the jungle

lives a life that's free

watch out for that tree

when he gets in a scrape
he makes his escape

with help from his friend
an ape named ape

and his elephant shep
can fetch a log

he's man's best friend
he's George's dog

he's George, George
George of the jungle

strong as he can be

watch out for that tree

hear him holler swing and sing

all the animals come
to the jungle king

George, George
George of the jungle

George, George
George of the jungle

so grab a vine and swing in time

if you smack a tree
just pay no mind

like George, George
George of the jungle

strong as he can be

watch out for that tree

watch out for that bang! Ooh!

Tree

George, George
George of the jungle

watch out for that tree

narrator: Twenty-five years later,
the bouncing baby boy

has grown
into a swinging jungle king.

He is swift. He is strong.

He is sure. He is smart.

He is unconscious.

Meanwhile, 43 vines away,

George's kingdom was being threatened
by a terrifying intruder.

Hi, everybody. Me again.

Third day in mbwebwe.
Look at this incredible...

- Banyan tree.
- Banyan tree. And look what's in it.

Could you die?

And over here

is the outhouse, which you
don't want to see, believe me.

By the way, Betsy, thank you so
much for those moist towelettes.

They've been a lifesaver.

And these are the wonderful porters.
Wave, guys.

And this is our guide, Mr. kwame.

Without him, we would be lost. Hi.

This is great.

And this is... Lyle!

Hello, bujumburans.

What are you doing here?

What kind of greeting is that
to give your fiancé?

Aren't you happy to see me?
Yeah! Of course I am.

The jungle loves you. You're beautiful.

How did you find me?

Well, I just hired the two
best trackers in the business.

Aah! I'm chafing, Max.

Ah, yeah, I'm chafing big time.

Didn't I tell you not to wear 20 pounds
of black leather in the jungle?

- Didn"t I tell ya?
- Ah.

Cotton, I said. Cotton breathes.

Take my things to the lady's tent
and shake a leg.

Narrator: Later that night,
Lyle Van de groot

lost no time in making arrangements

to whisk his wayward fiancée
back home.

I'll take it. Nairobi Hilton.
They can airlift us there in two hours.

Pillows, okay?

Wait a second. I'm losing you.
Bad reception here.

Okay, I've got you back.
No, wait! I'm losing you!

My batteries are dead! No! Doody!

I don't want to go anyway, Lyle.

Tomorrow we're gonna climb the mountain
where the big apes are.

Don't you wanna see them?

Only if they can shake a good
gin Martini without bruising it.

How!

Me and Thor here would be happy
to help you

and the lady up the mountain,
Mr. Van de groot.

- Yeah.
- Mr. kwame leading the way, of course.

If you don't mind me saying so,

the apes are supposed to be
a fascinating sight,

especially that white ape.

White ape? What's that?

Ask Mr. kwame.
I bet he can tell you.

Kwame: It is only a native legend.

Ursula: Could you please tell us?

The people say he is over seven feet tall,

with the strength of a lion.

When the moon is full
and the air is sweet,

he wanders alone through the jungle,

piercing the silence of the valley
with his mournful call.

Now, some say he is thirsty
for blood.

Others say he is calling
for the mate that he longs for,

but will never find.

By day, he rules the entire bukuvu
from the top of the mountain.

But by night...

He and bigfoot run the candy counter
at the bukuvu cineplex.

Now playing on all 14 screens:
Planet of the apes.

Bigfoot?

Max, that'd be worth
a lot more than any white...

Lyle: Ursula, what are we doing here?

Lyle, I came all this way...

Okay, okay.
The things I do for you.

Looks like we're on, fellows.

Narrator: As the sun Rose
over ape mountain,

its agitated inhabitants sent
an urgent message to George by bongo-gram,

warning the jungle king that
intruders were close afoot.

Ooh. Lyle, listen. What was that?

Could be the mating call
of the white ape.

White ape. Sounds like a drink.

Yes, bartender. I'll have
two black Russians and a white ape.

Narrator: A drink the venal Van
de groot would be begging to imbibe

if he only knew how near the white ape
was at that very moment,

flying through the foliage,
surveying the scenery,

cruising in for a closer look, swinging
through the trees with effortless ease.

George: Ow!

And so, onward and upward
the tired trekkers trudged

on feverish footsies
over perilous paths.

When they finally beheld the mighty
ape mountain, they reacted with awe.

All: Aww.

Narrator: I said "awe." A-w-e.

- All: Ooh!
- Narrator: That's better.

Kwame: Single file on the bridge.
Step very cautiously.

It is full of rotten planks.
One false move, you could fall over.

Then you will have
a very long time to wave good-bye.

Don't you worry, peanut.
I was on a bridge like this in Maui.

It was steady as a rock. See?

Kwame: Stop! Stop that!

I got you.

No!

Narrator: Don't worry.
Nobody dies in this story.

They just get really big boo-boos.

What did I tell you?

They shouldn't let inexperienced guides
like that on these treks.

Mm-hmm.

Did you see the look
that guy just gave me?

Probably saying I'm the biggest jerk
they've ever seen in their lives.

Probably trying to think
of something evil to do to me.

Aah!

If they turn on us,
we're never gonna get home.

It's up to me to make the peace.
I'm going in.

Gentlemen. Cigar? Cigarette?

Okay, gifts from America.

- Lyle: I give you a cigar,
- Hey, hey.

You give me some of your lands.

All right. My first contact has been made.

Ready, aim...

Lyle: There you go, my man.

You like magic fire? Do ya?

Well, get a load of that.

There you go. Magic picture.

Yet another gift from America.
Here you go.

You're welcome.

Thirty-five millimeters.

Translation, please.

He says that he likes
your magic pictures,

but he prefers the resolution
of the Leica 35-millimeter transparency.

He also says your lens is dirty, but he
has the equipment to clean it for you.

Well, tell him to clean this
while he's at it.

Come on, let's go. “Where?

To find you an ape, so we can get
the heck outta here.

Lyle, we can't go into the jungle alone.
We could get lost out here.

It's my job to get you what you want.

You want a double decaf latte
with mocha sprinkles,

you will get a double decaf latte
with mocha sprinkles.

You want a white ape,
I'll get you a white ape.

Here, monkey, monkey, monkey.

Here, gorilla, gorilla. Come on.

_shh.

- Don't move.
- I actually found one? It worked?

Hmm.

- God, that scared me.
- Scared me, too.

I'm gonna go get help. You wait here.

Oh, no.

Aaah!

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Ooh! Ooh!

Eww! When lion brush last?

Don't tickle. Don't tickle.

I'll...

Rubber tree always good for clothesline.
Upsy, kitty.

George not even trying hard.

Flying pile driver.

Having some fun now.

Bad kitty!

- That close one, huh?
- Watch out for that tree!

Huh?

Oops.

Hmm?

Hmm. Funny-looking fella.

The white ape.

U-u-Ursula! Ursula!

Ursula, I found your scrunchie.

Lyle: Go away!

It was horrible.

An almost 400-pound white ape man.

The white ape has my girlfriend.

I held him off as long as I could.
Blood everywhere.

The white ape got my girlfriend.

He weighs 400 pounds.

The white ape got my girlfriend!

The white ape got... help! Help!

Man needs help!

Narrator: After a night
of feverish fantasies,

the perfectly permed heiress,
Ursula stanhope,

awoke to the melodious music
of the bukuvu bird life

and found herself venturing forth in
search of that defender of the innocent,

protector of the weak

and all-around good guy,
George of the jungle.

But that's not who she saw first.

“What!

Get away! Get away! Get away!

Hmm?

Hello.

Oh, dear.

Feeling better, fella?

Okay. It's that dream, then.

I'm still having that
psycho dream. Hello.

Oh, no, no! Don't worry! Ape friend.

Ape make your breakfast.
“What does it want? What does it want?

"It" wants its physician's
desk reference, if you don't mind.

Unless you'd rather die
of dengue fever, of course.

- That is very funny!
- Ha, ha, ha.

I thought I heard the monkey talk.

But that is totally
understandable, right?

I mean, why wouldn't
an ape read textbooks?

And why wouldn't I find
myself in a tree house

with room service and a Tarzan wannabe,
wearing a, um

what do you call that thing?

- Butt flap.
- Right.

Oh...

Ay!

Ooh! Mmm.

- Ape: Bit of a shock, I suppose. Yes.
- Fever.

Cold compress. Dab her lightly, George.
"Talking monkey."

That's the ticket. Good.

Huh?

Huh? Something funny about this fella.

She's not a "fella," George. She's
a woman, the female of your species.

You mean ape and George not brothers?

Well, in a sense, we are related.

After all, we're both members
of the primate family.

Primate family. Brothers.

I suppose one might claim...

Mommy, make that monkey
stop talking.

Perhaps I should refrain from speaking
around her, as it seems to upset her.

- What your name?
- Ursula.

Ursula stanhope.

- Who are you?
- George.

George primate.

And that brother ape.
Ape primate.

Ah! Oh, um...

Okay, I'm gonna pass out again now.

Bye.

Aah!

It's a sissy white ape.
I would've choked the life out of him,

except that he had two
of his lion buddies jump me from behind.

So in this version,
there are two lions with the white ape?

A minute ago, there was only one.

Hey, the important thing,
kwame, is that I was outnumbered.

Absolutely.

Hi.

When I woke up this morning,
I remembered about that lion,

and I know you saved me yesterday.

- And I just wanted to say thank you.
- Ah!

Ooh!

Now I'm feeling better, I realize the
others must think I'm cat food by now.

And I don't want my fian...
This guy that I was with, to worry.

So I should probably go
and look for them.

- I was wondering if you could help me.
- Ursula want to go already?

Okay, George help. Get trusty doggy.

Oh, you have a dog. That's great.

Doggy will help find friends.
George call shep.

Shep! Here boy!

Come on! Here, boy.

Shep!

Here comes shep.

Come on, shep! Come on, boy!

That a boy! Want to play?

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Good boy.

Come on, boy! Come on!
Good boy, shep!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Stop, stop, stop!

Sit. Sit.

Good boy! Good obedience training.

- George trained from pup.
- That's your dog?

This shep, George's big,
gray, peanut-loving poochie.

Good boy, shep! Good boy.

Good boy, shep! Good boy.

That's a good boy. Want to shake?

Mmm?

- Good... doggy. Be nice.
- Shep.

Ursula: Shake? George. George.

George!

- See? Shep shake.
- Oh, George.

He's a big poochie, all right.

Does he fetch?

Here, boy. Come on, boy.

Want a stick? Where's the stick?

Where's the stick, shep?

Here it is. Here, boy. Fetch!

Come on, boy! Run, run! Run, boy!

Good boy. Go on, boy! Go get it!

- Where'd he go?
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Ursula: Wow!

Ape: No, not in the roses! Aah!

George: Ungawa, shep!

Narrator: And so, with the help
of the jungle king's big, gray,

peanut-loving poochie,
George and Ursula set out

on a desperate search to find
her fianc... uh, that guy she was with...

Lyle! Lyle!

- Ursula! Ursula!
- While he desperately searched for her.

Narrator: But by the end of the
afternoon her desperation had dimmed,

that was fantastic!

And she had given up
all hope of everything

except enjoying the jungle king's
company from her precarious perch

atop his faithful doggy.

So, where are we going now?

To find tookie-tookie bird
for jungle news.

Tookie-tookie bird. I love that.

Narrator: Later they rested, while
the tired tusker teethed on a

wait a second.
The dog bone is too much. Lose it.

That's better.

Bongo-gram. What could it mean?

Aaah-aaah! Eee-eee! Tookie-tookie!

Tookie say little monkey in trouble.

George investigate.

What happened?

Where other monkeys?

Where? There?

How many? That many?

Lots of monkey. Then what happened?

Tell George more.

No!

Little monkey say other monkeys
call little monkey "runt."

Not let little monkey play games.

Poor thing. Hi, monkey.

Hi. You okay?

Monkey: No.

Don't cry.

Hmm.

Little monkey like Ursula.

What did you tell him?

Just watch.

(Chittering continues

oh.

Ah.

Uh-oh!

Narrator: Meanwhile, back at a really
big footprint in the mud...

Let me through. What's happening?

This footprint does not
belong to any of my men.

Max: See? There's your proof.

The white ape does exist.

Now all we have to do is track down
the girl and the ape's in the bag.

No, seriously. I don't know
if I want to do this again.

Ursula need to relax when it come
to vine swinging, for George.

Hmm? Swing, swing, swing.
Come on.

Want George of jungle to tell you
special vine swinging secret?

Fine. Tell me all your secrets.

George's secrets. Hmph.
There's the shortest book ever written.

Wrap it around your sock
for special George of jungle foot lock.

- Now, ready to try again?
- No.

George: Like this, Ursula!

He flies through the air
with the greatest of ease

our daring young man
on the flying trapeze

- look, no hands!
- His movements so graceful

all girls he could please

and with love he is swinging away

- he flies through the air with the
- That's pretty good.

Greatest of ease

George, watch out for that...

Tree.

Aaaah!

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you
the king of the jungle.

Where the devil is my egg timer?

- Aaah-aah! Eee-eee! Tookie-tookie.
- Tookie!

I'm fed up with this felonious fowl
stealing everything in the kitchen.

- Miserable creature.
- Tookie-tookie.

George, what on earth are you doing?

George just feel like looking
a little special today, that all.

Possibly there is a stirring
of special feelings within you?

Mm-hmm.

Uh-huh.

George having stirring
of special feelings right now.

Ape: I see.

Good thing she same species, huh?
Yes.

Ape?

Tell George how to make Ursula
George's mate.

- Mmm?
- Please? Brother?

First, command her attention by bulging
out your cheeks and pursing your lips.

- Show George.
- All right. Just like this. Watch.

Even puffier.

Next, display your interest
by drawing back your upper lip,

jutting your jaw forward
and exposing your teeth.

- Like this?
- Throw a handful of leaves in the air,

then leap about and hoot
in a dominant fashion.

Like this, ape?

Good. She won't be able to resist that.

Ursula!

Gosh, this trails really rough.

"Ursula! Ursula!"

- Hey, come back here.
- They're not abandoning us, are they?

- They are threatening.
- Lyle: If you don't mind, kwame,

I have a knack for getting
the most out of my employees.

Do you mind if I address the porters?

They only speak Swahili.

Well, I just happen to have
a Swahili phrase book.

Be my guest.

I think our troubles are over.

Tell them I'll pay 50 zamoles a man if
they'll help me capture the white ape

and bring him back alive. Alive?

After he, uh...

Well, he pulled Ursula's scrunchie off,
we know that much.

- 50 zamoles a man. What do you say?
- They only speak Swahili.

One hundred zamoles a man
and you got a deal.

- Hey, wait a second.
- Done.

Narrator: Meanwhile, at a very big
and expensive waterfall set,

Ursula was amazed that she was lost
in the wilderness with a jungle man.

Here I am, lost in the wilderness
with a jungle man.

I should be terrified that
no one will ever find me, but I'm not.

- Thank you.
- For what?

For this adventure.

It's what I've always wanted.

King of jungle only here to help.

Mr. bombastic

the awesome, bombastic
romantic, fantastic lover

Mr. lover-lover

George, are you okay?

Your face is swelling up like...

Is something in my teeth?

Okay.

Listen, um,

I'm gonna step outside
for a little air, okay?

- Are you sure you threw the leaves?
- Yeah, George threw leaves.

Well, cheer up, old boy.

I spent all day poring through
every book in the library,

and finally I found this.

Hmm.

It's positively packed full
of human courtship rituals.

Ape: Listen.

Go for it.

= sa

what... oh.

Did you fight
a crocodile for this?

Oh. No, George not fight.

Crocodile have toothache.

George pull tooth.

Crocodile give to George after.
Gift.

Good juju.

- Juju?
- Good luck. Protection.

I have something like that too.

- Want to see?
- Mm-hmm.

It's not worth anything.

I found it in a cereal box
when I was ten years old.

It's my good luck. My juju.

Can I...

Oh.

I want you to have that.

For George?

That's the nicest present
George ever get.

Thank you.

All right, man. Yeah.

It dancin' time.

Ursula, wanna dance?

Oh, no. Thanks.

I'd be too embarrassed.
“What mean "embarrassed"?

That's when you feel stupid
in front of other people.

You know, like they're judging you.

- You've never felt that?
- No.

There are no other people.

- Good point.
- George not feel stupid.

Sometimes George smash
into tree, and sometime...

Sometimes George
fall out of tree house,

but not feel stupid.

Something good always happen after.

George just lucky, I guess.

One day I looked up
and there you were

no people here to look
stupid for. Just George.

Like a simple question
looking for an answer

now I am a whale
listening to some inner call

swimming blindly to throw
myself upon your shore

what if I don't find you
and I have landed

would you leave me here to die
on your shore, stranded

I think I know why
the dog howls at the moon

I think I know why
the dog howls at the moon

I sing dela, dela

ngyanya dela when I'm with you

dela, sondela, mama

sondela

I burn for you

I've been waiting for you
all my life

hoping for a miracle

I've been waiting
day and night, day and night

I've been waiting for you
all my life

waiting for redemption

I've been waiting day and night

I burn for you

Narrator: And so it came to pass
that George of the jungle

attended his first co-ed dance.

But his rapturous rendezvous with
the urban heiress was to be short-lived,

as the very next morning, kwame and
his men were drawing dangerously close.

That is, dangerously close
to shoving a coconut up Lyle's...

Sleeping bag.

That's it! I've had it!

I am the richest, smartest, handsomest
guy here, so I get to go first.

There's an elephant around here.

Bad guy falls in poop.
Classical element of physical comedy.

Now comes the part where we throw
our heads back and laugh. Ready?

All: Ready!

Those were nowhere near
properly digested.

In case anybody's wondering, I'm okay.

Have you cleaned my lighter yet?

Lyle: Come on, come on.

That was Ursula.

Did you hear that? She's alive. Ursula!

Why don't you bring on a brass band
while you're at it, you nit?

We gotta be stealthy here, right?

Stealthy. Right.

Phew!

Party time.

Get off!

It's him!

Thor: Hey, it's a dude.

I told you there weren't no white ape.

You dragged me all the way here to look
at some guy in a leopard skin bikini.

If I wanted to see that,
I could've stayed in Miami.

Lyle: Wait a second.

The white ape is a man? Let me at him.

Hang on. Could you, uh, see
if he's dangerous?

Here, boy!
Where's my little doggy?

I've got a feeling he's not.

Okay. I'll go first.

If he gets aggressive,
I'll scare him off with this.

I thought that was a lighter.

It is a lighter,
but he doesn't know that.

Lyle: Ursula, it's me.

Lyle. Your man. I've come for you.

Are you okay?

Ursulal -

- Lyle, what are you doing here?
- Thank god.

Mushy bear, you're safe.
I don't believe it!

Oh, I was so afraid for your safety.

Lyle!

Don't get all smoochy and disgusting
with me, okay?

I remember what you did
when that lion came.

What are you talking about?
I was fighting the lion the whole time.

You were just so terrified
you don't remember.

I remember George,
that's who I remember.

George?

Look over there. What do you see?

- An elephant.
- But what has the elephant got?

- Fleas. Ohl
- Ivory! White gold.

Listen, Ursula, I have no idea what
you're talking about. Can we just go?

- George!
- Ursula!

Ready,

aim...

Run, shep! Run for your life!

Did that monkey just speak?

That monkey just spoke.

- I knew it.
- He talked.

- Shoot it now.
- Huh?

With the tranquilizer gun, idiot!
That ape's worth a fortune.

No!

Stop, or I'll shoot!

Ee - = sa Teenie

George!

Narrator: Whew!

Okay, kids, let's settle down
and review the important information.

Lyle is a big doofus.

Poor George was really shot but can't die
because, let's face it, he's the hero.

So, the concerned and preternaturally
wealthy Ursula stanhope

whisked George off on a private jet
bound for the country of his birth

where he would get the finest
medical treatment available.

I'm gonna get you the finest
medical treatment available.

As for those pesky, pernicious
and putrid poachers, Max and Thor,

they awaited their fate
in the Bujumbura jail.

Officer: You two, out.

- Acquitted?
- No, deported.

Narrator: Meanwhile, kwame and his
men faced the next-to-impossible task

of picking out George's assailant
from a lineup of the usual suspects.

Man: Too short. Too sweaty.

Wait a second! That's the guy.
That's the guy who shot him.

- I never forget a face.
- Me?

No, Max. Forget about it. I do not want
to listen to any more of your ideas.

You'll like this one. We're gonna steal
Georgie-boy's talking ape.

You mean, back up the mountain?

Thor, that ape is our ticket
out of poaching and into show business.

- No.
- Think about it. We got a talking ape.

What do siegfried and Roy have?

- Sequins?
- Exactly.

Get ready for room service,
mate, and girls.

We're gettin' our ape
and going to Vegas.

By next weekend,
we'll be headlining at the tropicana.

- Nobody is gonna stop us.
- Right.

George of the jungle
must be halfway to frisco by now.

Narrator: Ah, but the plotting
poachers were only half correct,

for at that very moment, our handsome
hero was all the way to San Francisco.

Yes, mother, I'm safe.

You're sure you didn't catch
dengue fever?

No, mother, I did not catch dengue fever.

- Well, how's your temperature?
- Normal.

- Color of your tongue?
- Pink.

- What about your hmm-hmm?
- Regular.

Now, Lyle. How is my darling
future son-in-law?

Lyle is...

He's happy to be home, mom.
Could you hold on one second?

George, please don't call any animals
into the car, okay?

Thanks.

Mom?

Mom, hold on. I'm losing you again.
George. George.

Are you paying any attention?
This is important.

I know it's important.

No, George. Hot, hot, hot.

This faster than riding
big, great, peanut-loving poochie shep.

Love you, mom. Gotta go. Bye.
Watch out for that...

Ooh!

Ursula:
So, what do you think of my jungle?

This very high tree house.

Good place to call friends from.
Sound carry.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

The neighbors.

Man: Shut up, buddy! Give it a rest.

We're 10 stories up, George. I don't
think the animals can make it up here.

Oh, sure. George know that.

George know that.

You must be tired.

I'll make the couch up
for you to sleep in the living room.

Oh, no. George sleep here
in tree house.

Okay. Good night.

Sleep sweet, Ursula.

Sleep sweet, George.

Ooh.

Narrator:
Well, Ursula's fiancé is in prison,

and there's a jungle man
sleeping on her balcony.

- She could use a best friend right now.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- I got here as fast as I could.

Where is he?

He's under the waterf...
He's in the shower.

Not anymore.

- George.
- Oh. Bad waterfall.

First water get hot, then George
slip on this strange, yellow rock.

Oh!

Hi. George of jungle.

- Charmed, I'm sure.
- George.

Um, take this big book,

cover the Booty, get into decent clothes.

- Sorry, Betsy. Bye.
- No problem.

I see why they made him
king of the jungle.

Betsy, I am in trouble here, okay?

How am I gonna tell my parents
that my fiancé's in an African jail

and that I brought home a jungle man?

You are totally stuck on George, huh?

No, I am not!

Can I have him then?

Okay, let's think. Think, think, think.

Think, think, think.
What am I gonna do about tomorrow?

Tomorrow is your engagement party,

and unless they give day passes
out of Bujumbura jail

Lyle is not likely to attend.

So tell 'em the truth,
don't worry about it and take George.

- He can back up your story. Right?
- All right.

I'll tell my dad
first thing in the morning.

Make it second thing. First thing, I
suggest you buy jungle man some clothes.

Nice butt flap.

Narrator: Being of a conservative
mind regarding gender roles,

Ursula stanhope wasted no time

in taking George of the jungle
to a fine haberdasher.

Ursula:
And this is neiman Marcus.

Whoo! They have big, shiny cave.

Would you like to sample
our new fragrance?

Thank you.

Narrator:
Later, in the men's department,

after discovering
his long-lost brothers,

the jungle king was pleased to find
he looked pretty good in Armani.

Pretty darn good.

What's up, my man?

- Watch out, man!
- Oh-oh-oh!

Why everyone run around crazy,
like antelope in mating season?

They're just trying to make a living.

It's a different kind
of jungle here, George.

Survival of the fittest. Dog eat dog.

- "Dog eat dog"... dog eat dog here?
- No, that's not what I meant.

George never bring shep here.
Uh-uh. Never.

Every story gets to have
a really big coincidence,

ahd here's ours:

Who should see them walking down the
street but Ursula's meddling mother?

Yes, Lyle Van de groot, please.

- I'm sorry. He's not back from Africa.
- He's not?

Woman: No. I'm sorry.

Narrator: Meanwhile, back on
ape mountain,

George's friends were going positively
gaga from missing the jungle king.

No!

Oh, look at this. Ruined. Ruined!

Shep, come here at once.

Come on!

How many times do I have to tell you?

- My violin bow is not a chew toy!
- Blaa-aa-aaah!

Bad dog!

And you! Out of my sight,
you feathered fool.

No!

Not on the tree house! I'll smack you...

On!

Ursula, it's mother.

Pick up the phone and tell me who that man
was I saw you strolling with today.

And where is Lyle?
We must discuss the engagement party.

I know you're there, Ursula.

Pick up the phone and tell me
why you have been avoiding me.

Pick up the phone!

Well, I think that was an overreaction.

Just make sure you stay here
while I'm at work.

And you can watch TV
and eat and relax.

I'll be back as soon as I can.
Just stay here.

Narrator: "Stay here"?

George is king of the jungle. No four
walls built by modern man can contain him.

Not true. George have every intention
of doing exactly what Ursula say.

Really? Is that so?

For a while.

And at that very moment,

Betsy and Ursula were on their way to
break the news about Lyle to her father.

Good luck, kiddo.

- Surprise!
- Aaah!

Ursula, welcome home, sweetheart,

and happy engagement day.

Chock full o' nuts

the heavenly coffee

announcer:
The coffee that brings you together.

When you're in love

now George understand.

George get coffee,
then Ursula want George.

Java-java-java-java,
java-java-java-java.

So the low has moved offshore.
High pressure's built a Ridge in.

The weather is absolutely gorgeous.

- If you're not outside, you oughta be!
- Who, me?

- I mean you.
- Oh.

Okay!

Narrator:
And so, jazzed on java,

George of the jungle made his way
into the city by the bay.

Whoo!

Quickly taking to tourism,

the jungle king enjoyed the first
drive-through dining of his life

and strolled the city streets until
he found something so scintillating

he had to say: - Ooh!

Yeah!

But nothing excited the jungle king more

than the sight of the biggest
rope bridge he had ever seen.

Ooh. Yeah.

- Man: Help!
- Ooh.

Somebody help!

To swing or not to swing?

Man: Help!

Swing.

As the king of the jungle calculated
the angle and velocity of his big swing,

Ursula felt like jumping
off a bridge herself.

I feel so guilty.
I don't know what I'm going to do.

First thing: I suggest you tell your
father what you came here to tell him.

- Hi, daddy.
- Hi, honey.

Take a look at this. The most remarkable
thing is happening on the bay bridge.

Where strong winds
have carried him to the bay bridge.

Valerie devlin is live
on the scene.

Thank you, terilyn.

We do have a breaking story
at the bay bridge,

where a parasailer dangles helplessly,
500 feet above the water.

Help!

Reporter: There's no word
on who this lone daredevil is.

- Ursula: That's George.
- He appears to have some kind of rope.

- He might be preparing to swing on it.
- I gotta go.

Excuse me, sir.
I have to get on this boat.

Hey, fella. George of jungle. Need a vine?

Thanks a lot, man.
Get me out of this stuff, huh?

- Thanks, man.
- Oh, don't mention it.

King of jungle only here to help!

Whoa!

Oh! Oh-oh-oh!

- George!
- Ursula! Ow!

All: Watch out for that...

Aaah!

- George!
- Ursula!

What are you doing? Are you okay?
You just saved that man's life!

George just lucky, I guess.

Ooh. This coffee stuff
really work good.

One of the most daring rescues
ever recorded live on television.

This is Valerie devlin reporting to you
from under the bay bridge.

- Back to you, terilyn.
- Hmm?

You know, they say the city by the bay
is the most romantic in the world,

and it looks as though there's a little
romance unfolding under the bay bridge.

- We"ll be back in a moment.
- Oh.

Narrator: Meanwhile, back in the jungle...

Thor:
There's five stinkin' apes out there.

Which one are we takin' to Vegas?

The one who's playing chess.

Checkmate.

- Yes!
- Sweet dreams, banana breath.

Tookie.

Go find George.

- Hmm?
- Thor.

Let's get him in the cage
while he's still under. Come on.

Narrator: As the pesky poachers
grunted and groaned,

pushing and pulling
the ponderous primate along,

the trusty tookie-tookie bird
was already winging to the rescue,

making a bird-line for San Francisco

where George of the jungle
was trying to give the heiress Ursula

the courage to face her parents

by helping her discover the juju within.

- Make jungle call. Then you feel brave.
- No, I can't.

- Come on. Big breath. Support voice.
- No, no, no. No!

- Please. Please?
- I can't do it.

Big. Brave. Queen of jungle.
Come on, Ursula.

- Wow.
- Not bad for beginner.

Narrator:
Emboldened with jungle juju,

who took it extremely well.

Mother, daddy,
I love you both very much.

I have something
very important to tell you,

and I hope you'll understand.

I don't want to marry Lyle
anymore.

Narrator: Just kidding.

Aaah!

The young miss stanhope
proceeded to spill the beans...

I went to the jungle...

Very quickly,

Until she got to the important part
at the end.

Then Lyle shot him. So Lyle is in jail,
and George is with me,

and I don't want to marry Lyle anymore.

I knew it. It's that swinging man
from the bridge.

I saw you smooching on TV.

- Mother, we weren't smooching...
- How could you do this to me?

Don't you realize the caliber of people
who are going to be here?

Calm down, Beatrice, and let her say...

I thought we would be introducing them
to Lyle Van de groot,

not some wild man you found in the jungle.

Beatrice, this is supposed to be
her wedding, not yours.

- So?
- Beatrice, I know you're upset.

So am I, but we can't force her
to marry someone against her will.

- Why not?
- Mom. Dad.

I'm ready to go out there and apologize

to everybody
and tell them what really happened.

Absolutely not!

As far as I'm concerned, you...
You caught one of those viruses.

Yes, one of those dreadful jungle viruses

that get nice girls all confused.

If Lyle survives that awful jail, you
will simply have to kiss and make up.

As for this evening, we will hold
our heads high and we will carry on.

Now, darling, where is that charming
young friend of yours?

- Well, where is he?
- I don't know. He's around here someplace.

Well, find him. We haven't got all day.

Oh, Ursula, look! How wonderful!

And look at Richard's exquisite
figurines of you and darling Lyle.

George, watch out for that...

Mom. Dad. This is George.

Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Ursula.

How do you do?

It is always such a pleasure
to see you, Mr. mayor.

It's so nice to get away from city hall

and be around some normal people
for a change.

Well, we are perfectly normal,
I assure you

in an exceptional way, of course.

Of course.

- And what about this guy, Lyle?
- Mm-hmm.

I'd really like to meet the man you deem
good enough to marry your daughter.

Well, unfortunately, Lyle
is busy at the moment

tending to some legal affairs.

- Some pété, Mr. mayor?
- You know, I never touch that stuff.

Oh.

- I had a lovely time. Excuse me Dr. fogel.
- Would you excuse us, please?

It's 7:30. Do you know
where your jungle man is?

So this is what you were doing
in the jungle. Clever girl.

Yeah. Um, he swung me on vines
and fed me coconut milk.

- I knew it.
- He's not a real meat loaf, is he?

No. I mean, he's not brainy

in that doctor, lawyer, banker way,

but he has something else.

- He has a...
- Sensual intelligence.

Woman: "Sensual intelligence."

- Wow.
- Oh, my god.

What is it with chicks and horses, huh?

George, how are you this evening?

Pretty sharp threads there,
uh, George, right?

- Where are you based?
- The jungle.

I hear ya.
We cut our teeth in New York also.

You're considering a position
with stanhope? That could be fruitful.

Fruitful? This place not so fruitful.
Nobody have big coconuts.

- George, I wan...
- Mmm?

Oh. Would you mind

stepping outside with me...

Thank you so much...
For just a moment?

Sure.

Ella: Hello, Beatrice.

Hello, Ella.

We haven't been friends
for very long, George,

but I already think
I know something about you.

Oh?

You are in love with my daughter.

Mrs. Ursula not so dumb.

Charming.

My concern, however, is that Ursula
seems to reciprocate your feelings,

and that does present a problem to me.

You see, you and Ursula together

would be unbefitting her social stature.

You see?

Let me put it in a way
you might understand.

Where you come from,
zebras marry zebras,

and leopards marry leopards.

Stripes with stripes, spots with spots.

Well, Ursula is a stripe

and you are a spot,

one which I intend to have
removed as soon as possible.

So you no want Ursula to love George.

I would rather have my tongue nailed to
this table every morning at breakfast.

- That hurt.
- Not as much as you will

if you do anything to screw up
my daughter's marriage

to Lyle Van de groot.

When Lyle returns,
this wedding will proceed as planned.

If you do anything to upset that,

I will remove your reason
for wearing a loin cloth.

Steak tartare, Mrs. stanhope?

Oh, no, thank you.
I've had quite enough protein for today.

Have a pleasant evening, Mr. jungle.

Mmm?

Tookie? Tookie!

Tookie! George so happy
to see tookie.

Ape kidnapped?

Ape ape-napped?

George save ape!

Ursula.

Beatrice: Of course he went back
to the jungle. Where else would he go?

The hague?

But why would he leave
without saying good-bye?

Well, personally, I think he acted
rather sensibly. Showed good character.

He understands that he belongs there,
you belong here.

It's really all a question
of stripes and spots.

What? Oh, no.

You got to him.
Mother, what did you say?

I simply said that
if he really cared for you,

he'd leave you alone, let you get on
with your life and marry Lyle.

I am not marrying Lyle, mother.

Beatrice, perhaps we should...
“Arthur!

Now, Ursula, darling, don't be ridiculous.

There's a difference between marriageable
material and a fling in the jungle.

"A fling in the jungle"?
A fling in the jungle?

Who says I had a fling in the jungle?

You don't think you can
fool your mother, do you?

You've been head over heels for that ape
ever since you brought him here.

Now, Ursula, that kind
of love is fleeting.

You'll get over it.

Did you just say "love"?

- No.
- You did.

Ursula!

- You're right.
- Don't say it.

I love him. I'm outta here.

Ursula, you can't love him!
Arthur, say something.

Be careful out there, honey.

- What?
- Good-bye, daddy.

- I love you.
- I love you, mom.

- Thank you.
- Oh, Ursula...

- Arthur, do something!
- What would you have me do?

- There's obviously no stopping her.
- Oh, god!

- Ursula!
- God, that woman's a pain in the ass.

Narrator:
Meanwhile, halfway across the world,

another ass was feeling pain

as an ape named ape
was caged in a cage,

hoping to hear
the jungle king's awesome...

Hey, I'm pretty good at that.

And wondering if he would ever come.

But the motion-sick mammal
needn't have moaned,

for that defender of the innocent,
protector of the weak

and all-around good guy, George
of the jungle, was closer than he knew.

Next time George get bigger box.

Ooh.

Oh! Bad luck.

- Hmm.
- Did you hear something?

- What?
- I heard a noise.

I think I chipped a tooth.

_oh!

- Ah.
- Oh, Thor!

- You're disgusting.
- That wasn't me.

Not me.

I'm hungry.

Shut up! You been yakkin' for two days
straight, and I'm mad enough to...

You really should work on your anger.

Have you tried brankowski's
"cage the rage" technique?

Don't let him get to you, Thor.

- He's just an ape.
- Fine way to talk to your meal ticket.

You keep that up, it's liable
to affect my stage performance.

Give him a banana, Thor.
Won't be long now.

That's what you said yesterday.

This trail's taking us
to the middle of nowhere!

The sign at the trail head
said "short cut to ape river."

Now, why would it say
"short cut" if it wasn't a...

Wait a minute.

Maybe it's a fake, a decoy trail.

Very good, Max.
Actually, the trail is a fake.

It circles ape mountain six times

before heading right back
to the tree house.

Oh, I knew we was lost!

Don't listen to him, Thor.
He's just trying to trick us.

Lead us off the short cut so we take
twice as long on the regular trail.

We're already takin' twice as long!

Are you gonna let a monkey
make a monkey out of ya?

What?

- Duh!
- Let's go.

If he tells us the short cut leads
to the tree house,

then that's exactly where it doesn't lead.

Ape?

Poor ape-napped brother.

Carefully!

Max, look. We're back at the tree house.

Well, I tried, but you fellas
are just too smart for me.

Oh, no!

Narrator: "Oh, no" was right,
for the exhausted ape-nappers...

Why don't you say something constructive
for a change like what we should do now.

Narrator:
Because I don't like you.

- Well, I hate you, you snotty son of a...
- I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

Narrator: Having some fun now, hmm?

Thor, were you fighting with the narrator?

- Well, he started it.
- Narrator: Did not.

- You did too!
- Did not!

- You did too!
- Did not!

- You did too!
- Thor! Stop it!

Thor: That's it!
I'm not draggin' this another inch!

Max: What are you doing?!
Get back there and work!

- Where you going?
- You wretched little weasel!

Don't you call me a weasel,
you big brontosaurus!

- Let's take care of him.
- Huh? Huh?

Whoal!

Why didn't you come sooner?

Why ape have little stars around head?

George, remember everything
I taught you

about queensberry rules and fighting fair?

- Uh-huh.
- Well, now's a good time to forget it.

Let's finish him off.

Hyah!

- I can't breathe, Max.
- Let it out, Thor. Let it out!

Aaah!

- Right, jungle boy!
- Aaah!

- Whoal!
- Oh!

Oh!

- Huh?
- Huh?

Hmm?

Ah!

Yah!

- Aaah! Aaah!
- Whoa-ooh!

Huh? Mmm. Mmm.

Yaaah!

Aaah-aaah!
Eee-eee! Tookie-tookie!

- Take this!
- Stop it! Ape! Aaah!

Aaah! Yaah! Yaah!

Get it off! Get it off me, Max!

All right!

Shep! Look out!

Ursula?

Oh!

Ooh!

George good teacher!

Aaah!

George. George.

I came all this way
to tell you that...

- Ursula talk later. George busy now.
- Oh!

- What?
- Fella got toucan on can.

I know.

Ha ha ha! Good show, George!

And you too, tookie!

My hero.

Did I just say that?

Ape: George!

- Over here, George!
- Ape, sit tight. George be right back.

Oh, I say.

Now George can talk.

What Ursula come back to say?

Only that

I know in my heart

that I really, truly...

Haven't seen the light yet.

Yle?

Narrator: Yes, Lyle.

For the venal Van de groot
has escaped from the Bujumbura jail

and joined an obscure cult
on the shores of lake tanganyika,

which had empowered him
with a peculiar piece of parchment.

- What are you doing here?
- Surprised, my little cupcake?

You see, I'm now a mail-order minister,

ordained in the church of celestial
power and light, incorporated.

Capable of performing legally binding
marriage ceremonies anywhere.

- Lyle, I'm not marrying you.
- Actually, you are. Come on, let's go.

- Come along, my little African queen.
- George.

Now George really mad!
George tear off your...

Mercenary: Everybody freeze now!

Operation completed as ordered, sir.

Thank you, Gunnar, gunter,
hans, jan and Phil.

No hard feelings, stone belly.
The best man won, that's all.

I should say the guy who brought
mercenaries won. That's all.

Okay, honey. Ready to go? I got a boat
waitin' to take us to Bujumbura.

- George.
- Ursula.

Don't go that way! Go that way!

- Aaah!
- See ya later.

George! “Adios. Auf wiedersehen.

- Stop it! Stop it!
- George: Ursula!

Lyle, let go of Mel

come on. Come on.

Oo00-000! Eee-eee! Aaah-aaah!

Bongo-gram! Work every time.

Good work, brother apes.

Now listen very carefully to George.

Let er rip, shep!

Ursula: No! Stop it, Lyle!

Come on.

Stop it! You're such a jerk!

Oh! Ow! Ooh!

Come here!

You know, I forgive you and I'm willing
to give you yet another chance.

Lyle, you don't know where you're go...

You see?

I told you I'd have a boat waiting.

Aaah!

Oh! Oh!

Okay, then. All righty.

Reverend Lyle, ready to
perform the ceremony.

Do you, Ursula stanhope,

take me, Lyle Van de groot,

to be your lawful wedded husband?

Get a grip, Lyle.

- Lyle.
- Yeah, honey?

- Lyle.
- Oh, my god!

Help!

Lyle!

Thanks, tookie.

This biggest swing in jungle history.

Will hurt very much,

but George have to do it.

George! “What the...

This gonna hurt.

George, watch out for that tree!

George not feel so good.

Lyle: Oh, thank god
we've made it.

Say I do, Ursula.

Ahh! That's it. We're married.

Now to look at my bride.

No!

No! No!

No!

George,

what I came here to say
was that I love you.

Ursula love George?

So much.

George love Ursula too.

Narrator: And so George of the jungle
received the first kiss of his life

that came from neither
elephant nor ape.

And on the following new moon,

Ursula stanhope finally got
the simple wedding she had hoped for

as the San Francisco heiress and king
of the jungle joined their hearts forever

in wedded bliss.

The rings!

- The rings.
- The rings?

Tookie?

Arthur, I wish you'd do something
about all these monkeys.

I feel like Jane goodall.

Madam, I knew Jane goodall,

and you are no Jane goodall.

I got it! Whoo!

Aaah!

Listenin' to some inner call

swimmin' blindly to throw myself
upon your shore

I think I know why
the dog howls at the moon

I think I know why
the dog howls at the moon

I sing dela, dela

ngyanya dela

when I'm with you

dela, sondela mama

sondela

I burn for you

I been waiting for you all my life

hoping for a miracle

I been waiting day and night

day and night

I been waiting for you all my life

waiting for redemption

I been waiting day and night

I burn for you

- Ursula: I love you.
- George: Good boy.

Narrator: And so ends our tale

of that defender of the innocent,

protector of the weak
and all-around good guy,

George of the jungle.

A noble king, his beautiful queen

and their nimble young heir
to the jungle throne.

George, watch out for that...

I know what you're thinking.

How does a baby raised by an ape grow up
to be king of the jungle,

find his queen and live
happily ever after?

George just lucky, I guess.

George, George
George of the jungle

strong as he can be

AAA-AAA-aaah!

Watch out for that tree

George, George
George of the jungle

lives a life that's free

ape: Wait a moment! Wait, wait!

Don't you want to know
what happened to me?

And now the end is near

and so I face the final curtain

my friends I'll say it clear

I'll state my case
of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full

I've traveled each and every highway

and more much more than this

whoo - I did it my way! Yes!

There were times
I'm sure you knew

when I bit off more than I could chew

but through it all
when there was doubt

I ate it up and spit it out

I faced it all and I stood tall

and did it my way

doo-doo-doo

George, George
George of the jungle

strong as he can be

AAA-AAA-aaah!

Watch out for that tree

George, George
George of the jungle

lives a life that's free

AAA-AAA-aaah!

Watch out for that tree

when he gets in a scrape
he makes his escape

with help from his friend
an ape named ape

and his elephant shep
can fetch a log

he's man's best friend
he's George's dog

he's George, George
George of the jungle

strong as he can be

AAA-AAA-aaah!

Watch out for that tree

George, George
George of the jungle

friend to you and me

AAA-AAA-aaah!

Watch out for that tree

hear him holler swing and sing

all the animals come
to the jungle king

so grab a vine and swing in time

if you slam a tree
just pay no mind

like George, George
George of the jungle

George, George
George of the jungle

George, George
George of the jungle

George, George
George of the jungle

George, George
George of the jungle

George, George
George of the jungle

George, George
George of the jungle

George, George
George of the jungle

George, George
George of the jungle

George, George
George of the jungle

George, George
George of the jungle

George, George
George of the jungle

George, George
George of the jungle

swing from tree to tree

watch out for that tree

George, George
George of the jungle

lives a life that's free

AAA-AAA-aaah!

Watch out for that tree

left in the wild was a baby
with a smile named George

who stayed for quite a while

and George grew up
in the trees above

when Ursula found him
they found love

she took him to the city
took him straight downtown

but the concrete bliss
brought poor George down

so it's back to the jungle
for a wedding in the green

for the king and queen
of the animal scene

George, George
George of the jungle

strong as he can be

AAA-AAA-aaah!

Watch out for that tree

watch out for that...
Bang! Ooh! Tree

George, George
George of the jungle

watch out for that tree

Ape: Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you the king of the jungle.