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(birds squawking)

(Shere Khan roars)

(Jamira screams)

(Shere Khan roars)

(Mowgli gasps)

- [Jamira] Someone help!

- Jamira.

Mowgli, wait!

(fast paced, high energy rock music)

(running footsteps)

(Shere Khan roars)

(Jamira whimpers)

(apples smash underfoot)

- [Jamira] No!

(Tabaqui growls)

(Shere Khan roars)

(Jamira screams)

No!

Granfather, Mowgli, please help me.

- Mowgli, she said Mowgli.

So, the Man Cub is here, is he?

So much the better.

I'll finish them both off with one swipe of my paw.

(Shere Khan roars)

(fast paced, high energy rock music)

(Jamira whimpers)

- Hang on, I'll save you, Jamira.

(Shere Khan roars)

(Tabaqui laughs menacingly)

- Foolish human, scream and struggle all you like.

Your cries will draw Mowgli to me.

Your savior will become my prey.

(Shere Khan roars)

- Shere Khan, get back.

- Mowgli!

- I'll take care of him, Shere Khan.

- Out of my way, jakal.

Stay behind me.

- Yes, perfect.

- Shere Khan, try to harm this girl,

and I'll make you regret it.

- Presumptuous pipsqueak, still talking

as if you own the jungle, are you?

I've looked forward to meeting you again.

But our paths cross for the last time.

- Easy.

- Before you go, however, I must thank you

for adding your lady friend to my catch.

(Shere Khan roars)

- Run, Jamira, now.

It's our only hope.

- All right.

- Now, Shere Khan.

(Jamira screams)

(Mowgli cries out with effort)

(weapon strikes Tabaqui)

- Come on, Jamira, run for it.

(high-intensity, suspenseful music)

- Tabaqui, you fool, after them, get moving.

I'll do it myself.

(Jamira whimpers and screams)

- We're trapped, come on.

(high-intensity, suspenseful music)

- Easy, easy.

- I'm frightened, Mowgli.

- It's all right, don't look down.

Easy.

Almost there.

(Tabaqui growls)

- You won't escape this time.

- No, you won't.

- [Jamira] Oh, Mowgli.

- Face it, Mowgli, it was your fate to become my prey.

Unless, of course, you'd prefer

to end it all on those rocks down there.

(Shere Khan laughs menacingly and growls)

- Stay there.

(Mowgli howls and kicks Shere Khan)

Why don't you take a swim?

Because try as you might, you'll never catch me.

- Ah, you little.

(Mowgli laughs)

No one mocks Shere Khan.

You'll pay for your impudence, human.

(Mowgli laughs)

(Tabaqui growls)

- Don't move.

- Wait.

- Foolish girl, don't try my patience,

or I won't wait for Shere Khan to return.

I'll deal with you.

But if I finish her, Shere Khan would have my hide.

Be quick, Shere Khan.

- Grandfather!

- Back, jackal, get away from her!

- Meddler, you're mine.

(Tabaqui growls)

- Oh, oh Grandfather, oh.

- That taught him; run you coward!

But Jamira, did he hurt you?

Are you all right?

But Mowgli, where is he?

- He's being chased by a ferocious tiger.

Oh, Grandfather, we have to save him.

He could be killed, and he only

taunted the tiger to save me.

- I knew he'd never desert you.

Which way did he go?

(Shere Khan growls)

(high-intensity, suspenseful music)

(Shere Khan growls and Mowgli gasps)

- Come back down here, and fight like a man, you little--

- No, you come up here and try to catch me.

(Mowgli laughs)

What kind of a tiger can't climb a tree?

(branch snaps and Mowgli falls)

Please be gone.

No.

(Mowgli gasps and whimpers)

(Mowgli screams in pain)

(Shere Khan laughs)

- Excellent, yes, let's see you leap

to freedom now, my little friend.

(Shere Khan growls)

- [Mowgli] No, no, get back!

- Oh, that was Mowgli.

Hurry, Grandfather, hurry.

(high-intensity, suspenseful music)

- [Mowgli] Come on, come on.

(high-intensity, suspenseful music)

(Shere Khan laughs menacingly)

- Nowhere to hide?

You fought well, Mowgli, but now your time has come.

(Shere Khan growls and laughs)

Stop right there, you won't slip past me again.

I promise you that, my lad.

(Mowgli screams and Shere Khan laughs)

(Mowgli screams)

- Grandfather, it's Mowgli, he's fallen off that cliff.

- Oh, no!

(Shere Khan roars)

- Mowgli, Mowgli, no, no, Mowgli.

Oh, Mowgli, Mowgli.

Oh, Mowgli, please wake up, please say something.

Please.

(Mowgli gasps)

Thank heaven, are you all right?

- He looks fine to me.

- It's a miracle.

- That branch broke his fall.

(Shere Khan growls)

- You survived a fall like that,

you have more lives than a cat, Mowgli.

But now, your time has come.

- Run, Jamira.

- Oh, Mowgli.

- [Shere Khan] No, Tabaqui, they're mine.

- Come on, tiger, I've used my blade once today.

I'll use it again.

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

Well, he's too stringy to make much of a meal,

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

(high-intensity, suspenseful music)

(Shere Khan cries in pain and growls)

(Grandfather cries in pain)

- Grandfather!

- Shere Khan, now it's my turn.

(Shere Khan cries in pain, and Jamira screams)

- You'll pay, Mowgli, you'll pay

with your life for defying Shere Khan.

- [Jamira] Mowgli, come quickly.

Grandfather, Grandfather!

(Grandfather grunts in pain)

Oh, Grandfather.

(Jamira weeps)

(high-intensity, suspenseful music)

Grandfather, be brave, we'll get you home as soon as we can.

(birds squawk in the jungle)

- So, Mowgli vanished into the jungle again today, did he?

- Mm-hmm.

- I wonder what he's up to, what he's after.

- You said you saw him yourself yesterday.

Why didn't you ask him then, Baloo?

- I did ask him, but he as much as

told me to mind my own business.

He also said we're not to worry

about him, that he's just fine.

- Just fine doing what?

That's what I'd like to know.

- So would I; it's not like him to be so secretive.

- It would be, though, if he were

secretly meeting with humans.

- What are you talking about?

- Why'd you even suggest it?

- Oh, just a hunch I have, Baloo, that's all.

We've seen less and less of Mowgli

since the day after he went to fetch

that medicine grass for me, remember, Kichy?

- Sure I do.

- Well, Mowgli told me himself the day

he went for the medicine grass, he met a human there,

a very kind human too, according to him.

(all sigh in confusion)

- If that's true, perhaps he is meeting humans.

(Kichy whimpers sadly)

- Yes, take it from me, friends.

He'll go to live with them before long.

- What ... Well that's ridiculous.

- Hey wait, I just remembered something.

Yes, here it is.

- Oh.

- See?

He keeps it hidden, but he treasures it.

- It looks like one of those strange skins that humans wear.

- Yes, and he must've gotten it from somewhere.

Somewhere or someone.

And someone he cares about.

Maybe even as much as us.

- What?

- Oh, Mowgli, where are you?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Grandfather grunts in pain)

- He's getting worse, Mowgli.

Grandfather.

- Oh, Jamira, I'm burning up.

(river rushes rapidly)

- Grandfather.

Thank you, Mowgli.

- Oh yes, thank you, children.

(foreboding orchestral music)

- Mowgli, look, the village, it's in sight.

We're almost there.

(jungle animals twitter and squawk)

(door opens, and Mowgli gasps)

- Mowgli, what's wrong, what are you doing?

- Must go, go to jungle.

- The jungle?

Mowgli, you can't, I still need you.

I can't push the cart alone.

(Grandfather grunts in pain)

Grandfather, oh no, the pain's starting again.

He's weakening; there's no time to lose.

Mowgli, you can't leave us now.

(Jamira grunts with effort)

If you don't help, he may not survive.

- Help.

- Thank you.

Hang on, Grandfather, hang on.

(Grandfather grunts in pain)

(ominous orchestral music)

(humans chatter inside houses)

Thank goodness we're here.

Mother, Father, come quickly, it's an emergency.

(Mowgli gulps)

- [Mother] What?

Oh dear, Jamira, are you all right?

- Yes, yes, I'm fine, but--

- Then what's all the fuss about?

And where were you?

You should've been home hours ago.

- I know, but we were attacked, and

Grandfather's been badly hurt.

- [Father] What?

- Father!

Oh, oh Father, what happened?

Oh, look at you.

(Grandfather grunts in pain)

Those wounds must be treated at once.

- [Jamira] Oh, that's Mowgli.

- Mowgli?

- Yes, he's wonderful, Mother,

the bravest boy in the whole world.

- I see.

(Grandfather sighs in relief)

A few days rest, you'll be fine.

- Thank you, dear, now let Jamira tell you the rest.

- Oh, I don't know if I can listen.

Tigers and jackals, how awful.

- It was!

Anyway, then Mowgli took Grandfather's knife

and faced the tiger as cool and as brave as could be.

The tiger lashed out with his claws,

but Mowgli dodged and slashed him over the eye.

- Mowgli?

- [Jamira] Then at last, the tiger had had enough.

He ran away with his scaredy-cat

jackal friend limping after him.

It's true, isn't it, Grandfather?

- Every word, dear.

- Well, Mowgli is very brave, and your grandfather too.

- [Jamira] That's for sure.

- Very brave, since that tiger must be

the man-eater that's been plaguing these parts.

It couldn't be any other.

- Man-eating tiger?

- That's right; it's been attacking

shepherds and their flocks for some time now.

It's a ferocious beast.

- Goodness.

- Mowgli?

Thank you for saving Jamira, and my father.

Please sit down; you must be tired and hungry.

Have some warm milk with us.

(Mowgli gasps in confusion)

- "Mo-ther," Mowgli.

- "Mo-ther," Jamira.

- Yes, she's my mother.

- Two mothers?

- No, silly, that's my father.

- Ah, father.

- Yes, father, good for you.

- [Mother] Mowgli, warm milk, good for you.

Just be careful to drink it slowly, slowly, understand?

- I drink milk slowly, yes, Mother.

- Good, good for you.

- I've been teaching him some words,

and he learns fast, don't you?

Good, Mowgli.

- Yes.

- Good, yes.

- [Jamira] Very good.

(Mowgli gasps in fear)

- Oops, guess that lesson needs a bit more work.

(all laugh)

Slowly, yes slowly, that's it.

- Slowly.

- [Mother] He looks so much like him.

- Hmm, what did you say, Mishwa?

- Doesn't Mowgli look like our Keshnu?

- Keshnu, what are you saying?

- [Mother] It's true, look closely.

- Mother, could it be?

- Yes, it is Keshnu, he just doesn't know us

for some reason; he's lost his memory, but it's him.

- Mishwa, darling, Keshnu is gone.

You have to face it, my dear.

Why, look at Mowgli's eyes, they're not even the same color.

He resembles our son, but he's not Keshnu.

- No, he's not; he's not my poor Keshnu.

It was just a mother's wishful thinking, that's all.

After all these years, I still

can't believe I'll never see him again.

(birds squawk)

- Well, all right, don't sleep in a nice comfy bed.

But don't blame me if you catch cold.

- Now, dear, let Mowgli sleep

wherever he's most comfortable.

Could we give you a blanket at least?

No, well then, goodnight, Mowgli.

- Can you say, "goodnight"?

- Goodnight.

- Good; come, dear.

- [Mowgli] Jamira!

- Yes, Mowgli?

- Who is--

- Hmm, who is who?

- Keshnu.

- Ah, you understood some of that.

Keshnu was my older brother, but

when I was still very small, he

wandered off into the jungle.

No one's ever seen him since.

There are so many dangers, he must've died there.

But my poor mother just can't believe

she'll never see her son again.

(slow, mournful orchestral music)

But please, don't let it bother you.

She understands now, Mowgli.

She knows you couldn't possibly be Keshnu

and won't mention it again, so

sweet dreams, Mowgli ... Goodnight.

(birds twitter and squawk)

(mysterious orchestral music)

- I wonder if Mowgli is ever going to come back.