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(gentle music)

(birds chirping)

(hens clucking)

(mongoose squeaking)

- Mowgli?

- Who?

Who?

- Oh, they're just some village elders, that's all.

They could talk all day.

Come on, let's play.

(both laugh)

(mongoose squeaks)

- And ever since that day,

the animals have known who's boss.

Why, they even refer to me

as Buldeo, the king of the jungle!

(laughs)

One day, the first day I hunted with my new rifle here,

I was met by some gray monkeys.

They'd been sent by their king

to invite me to a feast in my honor.

That was something to see, believe me.

- Feasting with monkeys, my eye!

What did they serve, bananas?

(laughs)

- No, they did not serve bananas Abdullah.

Well maybe one or two, but that's all.

I'll have you know that monkey cuisine is very refined.

They even make their own coconut wine, delicious stuff,

sweet and sparkling.

I asked for the recipe,

but the king said it was a monkey's secret.

He apologized though

because he knew who held the real power.

"King of the jungle," he said,

"spare us from the might of your branch

"that spits lightning and roars like thunder."

He meant my rifle of course.

"We know we are but brutes in the face of your wisdom,"

he said, "but if you spare us,

"we promise to lead you to hunting grounds

"with game a plenty."

And, that's why Betsy and I

never come home from the hunt empty handed.

And, every word I've said is true.

- Buldeo, king of the jungle feasting with monkeys?

Hmm, that must mean you're able

to speak the animals' language then?

- That's right, and if you can speak it,

you should be able to understand

the jungle child Sanjay's family has taken in.

- Of course I understand it better than I speak it,

but I can get along.

- You know, I've been keeping an eye on that kid.

He could be worth a lot.

Down in Bombay, they have a circus.

They're always looking for a new act.

This wild boy of the jungle is perfect for them,

they'd pay a fortune.

- That's right, they would!

Brilliant idea, Abdullah!

But, there's no trek to Bombay for months, so keep quiet.

We don't want to spoil the surprise.

(laughs)

(women chattering)

(playful music)

What?

Oh, yes I forgot.

Mustn't forget to feed you, must I?

That'd bring bad luck.

There you go.

- (laughing) They're so pretty.

Oh, let's make more, come on.

- Come on, you can do it. - What are you waiting for?

Knock 'em over. - Knock 'em down.

Come on. - Down, down, you can do it.

- Rikki stay out of there.

Don't interfere.

(giggles)

- What's that up there?

- Up in the air?

That's called a kite.

- Kite flying in air.

- Yes, good for you.

- Kite up flying in air.

- Yes, the kite's flying.

- Kite flying up in air, flying up high in air,

fly fly kite.

Fly fly kite, fly up in air.

Good kite, fly, fly.

- [Jumeirah] Oh, Mowgli.

(boys yelling)

- That's it, get him!

- Hey look, the jungle boy!

- Hey Jumeirah, how's your funny-looking boyfriend?

Has he taught you how to swing from vines yet.

(monkey chatter)

- Him big ape-man.

(monkey chatter)

- Jumeirah, what say?

- Nothing Mowgli, let's get out of here.

- But wait Jumeirah, what's your hurry?

- Yeah.

- Let us go, you just want to be mean.

- No, honest, we'd just like to know why you spend

so much time with this dirty little jungle kid

instead of playing with us.

- Yeah!

Know what my grandfather said about him?

He said he might not even be a real boy.

He says he's a wolf that some sorcerer cast a spell on.

- That's right, and the spell could break any time

and when it does, your pal will just gobble you up Jumeirah.

- That's ridiculous!

He is a boy.

Your grandfather should be ashamed

for telling lies like that.

- You boy you stuck, Jumeirah not like.

- Huh?

Hey, did you hear that?

The jungle boy spoke.

(boys laughing)

Jungle boy give it up, we know you're not human

so leave the talking to us.

- Yeah, why don't you just go howl at the moon

or something, you freak?

- Oh!

Jumeirah, play down by river.

Too noisy here, bad noise.

- Hey, you're not going anywhere.

Oooh!

- You put 'em up.

(yelling)

- Aaargh, you'll pay for that wolf man.

(grunting)

Hey, no!

No, help!

Aaaargh!

Oh no, put me down!

Help! Help!

No wait don't.

(Jumeirah laughs)

- I'm sorry Mowgli.

You could have been hurt, I didn't want that.

- Hurt, me?

That boy mad.

Can't fighteth mad.

- Hmm, what do you mean by that?

- In jungle must be cool.

If get mad, lose for sure.

Lose life, not just game.

That boy fool, fighting not good.

- No, fighting is awful, you're right Mowgli.

But I don't think he'll try to fight you again at least.

(giggles)

(Mowgli laughs)

Oh!

Mowgli?

Oh!

Mowgli?

Oh. (laughs)

Oh I can hardly keep up.

(laughs)

- Hey!

- Wake up Mowgli.

You're dreaming.

- (gasps) Oh.

(yawning)

(Jumeirah giggles)

- Look what I made while you were asleep.

Try it on.

- Ah!

(ominous music)

Look!

- [Ransinder] Please!

- Mowgli wait.

- Come on.

Come on pull, pull!

Pull, come on pull.

Get it out of there.

That's it, you can do it, come on.

A little more, it's coming.

Attaboy.

(crowd groaning)

- Hey, what's going on here?

Aaah, you little brat!

Look, I didn't hire you to break my vegetables.

Now, get that mule moving or else.

- Yes sir.

Come on boy, please.

He's doing his best sir, really he is.

- [Buldeo] Yeah, his best to ruin me.

- That's it pull boy.

- Ah, imbecile.

I have to whip you to get it moving.

- No!

- You little.

- [Man] Stop him!

- [Buldeo] Leave him be, let him make a fool of himself.

- Yes.

(donkey neighs)

(crowd murmurs)

Aaah.

(grunting)

- I'll help you.

Come on Ransinder, help me pull.

- Okay Jumeirah.

- Now Mowgli, push!

Pull Ransinder, pull.

- The boy's strong, there's no question,

but that's as far as they'll get.

- Jumeirah!

- Pull Ransinder, with all your might.

(grunting)

Pull, pull!

(crowd murmurs loudly)

- Hey, what do you want?

Hey!

No, put me down.

Someone help!

(laughs)

- Yippee!

Serves the old slave driver right.

- Jumeirah, go home now.

- Alright.

- Ah!

Thank you jungle boy.

(gentle music)

- And then, to get it up to the bank, with one hand

he pushed up the cart, then zip, he caught it

with both hands and lifted it right out of the stream.

Oh, the best part was still when he turned

old Buldeo upside down and put him on the mule.

(laughs) You should have seen him disappear over the hill

screaming and kicking his legs like this.

(everyone laughs)

- Well it sounds like fun alright Jumeirah,

but now it's bedtime.

You have told the story three times.

- Aw, I don't care, I don't want to go to bed.

I know, why don't we all have a nice sing-song.

- No Jumeirah, it's late, you need your rest.

Now go wash up and it's off to bed, understand.

- Aw.

- Mowgli you too!

Oh Mowgli, what are you doing?

- (monkey chattering)

(growling)

- So, the mirror's new to you is it?

Well you can play tomorrow.

Now it's bedtime.

Let's wash up you two.

- Hmm, wash up?

Me clean, swim today.

Just feet.

Good night.

Good night, Jumeirah.

- [Jumeirah] Good night!

- Oh well, some day Mowgli will get used to soap

and sleeping in a bed.

- I wouldn't count on it dear.

He's spent his whole life out in the jungle up until now.

The animals' ways are the only ways he knows.

- So, I'll change that.

I have decided to raise him as my own father.

He'll be the son Sanjay and I lost.

Our beloved Keshnu.

- Meshua, I know how much you loved Keshnu

and how you feel about Mowgli, but if you try to force

our ways on him, he'll run off.

Won't he Sanjay?

- Huh?

Hmmm, I fear that as well Rahhar.

But like Meshua, I wish Mowgli would stay,

perhaps if we guide him gently.

- I just hope you won't be hurt.

- It's a risk we'll take.

Sometimes we think Mowgli is our Keshnu reborn

he resembles him so much.

And the fact that Mowgli came from the jungle

where Keshnu vanished.

- A terrible thing, I can see how you'd find comfort

in raising Mowgli as your own.

But as you pointed out Sanjay, Mowgli's eyes

are darker than Keshnu's.

Always remember, he can't be Keshnu.

- No, he can't be Keshnu.

But Mowgli can be Keshnu in spirit.

I like to believe that the good lord sent Mowgli to us

to help us overcome our loss and feel happiness again.

- And so we will, if that is indeed what's meant to be,

then so we will dear.

But let's not forget that the good lord blessed us

with another beautiful child.

- [Meshua] Oh look at her!

- [Sanjay] Come, time for bed.

(suspenseful music)

- (gasps) Akru!

(laughing)

- At last, I've found you.

Now come on, Bagheera's waiting.

Let's go!

- Bagheera's here?

- Yes, in the bamboo grove at the edge of the meadow.

Race you there.

(happy music)

Ah, oh no you don't.

(laughing)

- Bagheera!

- (laughing) Mowgli!

- Bagheera!

(both laughing)

- Oh, Mowgli, careful.

You're choking me, easy now, easy.

I'm not a cub anymore you know.

Hmm, nice to see you too, but perhaps now you'd care

to explain just why you disappeared like that?

- Yes, that's right.

Mother and the whole pack

have been worried sick about you Mowgli.

- We heard you'd been meeting a human girl

and gradually tracked you here.

But why are you staying so long

in this human village, Mowgli?

- Are you going to leave us to live with your own kind?

Have you had enough of us?

Aren't you happy with your friends in the jungle anymore?

- No!

No it's not that.

- Then what is it?

- It's Shere Khan, he's attacking humans.

He even attacked my human friend Jumeirah

in order to lure me to him.

- Oh Mowgli!

- I'll take care of him Shere Khan.

- Out of my way jackal.

(grunts)

Stay behind me.

- Yes, perfect!

- [Mowgli] Then Jumeirah's grandfather stepped in.

- So, even this old fool wants to fight Shere Khan.

Well, he won't make much of a meal,

but if I want Mowgli, I'll have to indulge.

(Rahhar yelling)

(Jumeirah screaming)

- Ah, grandfather!

- Shere Khan, now it's my turn.

(Jumeirah screaming)

- You'll pay Mowgli.

You'll pay with your life for defying Shere Khan.

- Mowgli come quickly.

Grandfather!

Grandfather!

(groaning)

- Jumeirah's grandfather was badly wounded.

I helped bring him home

and stayed to be with Jumeirah ever since.

- Ah, I see.

So that's how all this came about.

I should have known.

So Shere Khan started it all and now he's out for revenge.

Just yesterday, he demanded to know where Mowgli was,

remember.

- Yes, and we saw the wound over his eye as well.

But what will you do now Mowgli?

- Well, I don't know.

I miss the jungle very much

but I am also curious to learn about my own kind.

- Of course, and so you should be.

We understand that.

In fact, I spoke with Baloo and we agreed

that when you grow up you'll probably want to choose

between us and your kind.

And then you'll need to know all you can about humans

to choose wisely.

Perhaps it's for the best.

- Yes, perhaps it is, but, we miss you so much Mowgli.

- But you still have Luri and Sura

and the rest of the pack for company.

And besides, I hear you've been seeing

a lot of Dargi's daughter lately.

- What!

You know about that Bagheera?

- Hmm mmm, the whole jungle knows by now.

- That's wonderful Akru, I'm happy for you.

- Well she is nice.

What of your friend Jumeirah, is she nice too Mowgli?

- Mmm hmm, she's just a little girl,

but full of fun and mischief.

- Well Baloo and I were right then.

You stay and learn what you can.

But one of us will visit this bamboo grove regularly

just to be sure you're alright and have all you need.

But we'll miss you Mowgli.

You're one of us.

If you want us, you know where we are.

- That's right.

Jungle or village, wolf or human, we're brothers for life

no matter what you choose.

- Yes Akru, thanks for understanding.

Give my love to Mother would you

and Akela and Sura and Lala.

And Bagheera, give my best to Kaa and Baloo and Kichi too.

- [Bagheera And Akru] Be well, Mowgli.

(Mowgli sighs)