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NARRATOR: ALL OVER THE WORLD,

SPECIES CLASH IN NATURE'S SAVAGE BATTLE OF SURVIVAL.

ON THE OPEN PLAINS, IN SNOW FIELDS,

AND UNDER DESERT SKIES, ALL ARE LOCKED IN DEADLY CONFLICT.

ANIMALS FIGHT TOOTH AND CLAW TO WIN FOOD,

TERRITORY AND RIGHTS TO THE BLOOD LINE.

FROM THE UPLANDS OF AMERICA, TO THE WILDS OF AFRICA,

THERE ARE NO RULES.

THIS IS "ANIMAL FIGHT NIGHT."

THE LION, A HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WILD.

A LIONESS CAN LIVE TO 18 YEARS,

BUT MALES WILL BE LUCKY TO REACH 11.

ONE OF THEIR MAIN CAUSES OF DEATH IS A RIVAL MALE.

AN ADULT MALE CAN EAT NEARLY 100 POUNDS OF GAME IN A DAY

AND HUNGER CAN DRIVE HIM TO TAKE EXTRAORDINARY RISKS.

THIS 5-YEAR-OLD MALE WEIGHS IN AT AROUND 450 POUNDS.

NEARLY 60% OF HIS BULK IS MUSCLE.

HUGE BICEPS IN HIS FORELIMBS HELP HIM PULL DOWN PREY.

HIS FULL MANE ACTS AS A SHOCK ABSORBER IN FIGHTS,

AND ITS DARK COLORING SHOWS HE'S IN GOOD HEALTH.

THIS CONFIDENT POWERHOUSE ISN'T JUST HUNTER,

HE'S A ROBBER.

AND THE SCENT OF ROTTING MEAT TEMPTS HIM TO

RAID ENEMY TERRITORY.

THIS GUY'S TERRITORY.

AT 4 YEARS OLD AND JUST OVER 400 POUNDS,

HE'S ACTING AS ENFORCER FOR THE PRIDE THAT

CLAIMS THIS LAND.

THE ROBBER GETS TO THE PRIZE.

CARRION CAN BE 40% OF A LION'S INTAKE.

BUT THE ENFORCER'S HOT ON HIS TRAIL AND

CATCHES HIM RED-HANDED.

TWO EVENLY MATCHED HEAVYWEIGHTS GO HEAD TO HEAD.

ON THE LEFT, THE ROBBER FEIGNS BACKING AWAY,

THEN ATTACKS.

RAKING HAYMAKERS TARGET THE HEAD,

BOTH SIDES SLASHING WITH FULLY EXTENDED

ONE AND A HALF INCH CLAWS.

4 FRONT CLAWS TURN INWARDS 180 DEGREES LIKE FISH HOOKS.

CATCHING FLESH, THEY DIG IN,

AND TEAR GAPING WOUNDS IF THEIR VICTIM RESISTS.

THE LIONS HEAD IS PARTICULARLY VULNERABLE,

INJURIES HERE CAN BLIND HIM OR LEAD TO INFECTION AND DEATH.

A 400 POUND BODY AVALANCHE FORCES THE ROBBER BACK.

HE RALLIES WITH A RIGHT HOOK,

THE ROBBER'S BIGGER GUNS PIN HIS OPPONENT TO THE FLOOR.

BUT REAR CLAWS THRASH AND MAKE CONTACT.

THEN HOOKED FRONT CLAWS SNAG THE ROBBER'S MUZZLE.

BUT THE DOWNED BIG CAT'S JAWS LOCK ON

THE ENFORCER'S FORELIMB.

SET BEHIND THE CANINES, CLOSE-FITTING,

SCISSOR-LIKE CARNASSIAL TEETH GRIP AND CUT.

SELF-SHARPENING, WITH SPIKEY TIPS,

HIGH CUSPS AND JAGGED EDGES,

THEY SHEAR THROUGH FLESH.

THEY COULD CUT DEEP INTO THE FORELIMB EXPOSING RAW BONE

AND CRIPPLING THE ENFORCER.

BUT HE WRIGGLES FREE AND THEY SWITCH TO CLOSE QUARTERS

FEINTS AND JABS.

THE ROBBER SEARCHES FOR AN OPENING.

HIS CANINES PIERCE HIS OPPONENT'S LOWER LIP.

THE ENFORCER HITS BACK...

BUT THE PAIN IS ENOUGH TO MAKE HIM THROW IN THE TOWEL.

ON THE SAVANNA, SIZE MATTERS AND THE POWERFUL

ROBBER STEALS MEAT FROM THE ENFORCER'S TABLE.

LIONS KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THEMSELVES IN A FIGHT,

BUT AFRICA'S HERBIVORES HAVE IT ROUGH.

IT TAKES A SURVIVOR TO RISE ABOVE THE CARNAGE

AND STAND TALL.

THIS LONELY WANDERER IS ONE OF THEM.

THE DARK COAT SHOWS THIS GIRAFFE'S AROUND 10 YEARS OLD.

HE'S A BATTLE SCARRED VETERAN OF THE BUSH,

ARMED FROM TOE TO HEAD.

HIS 6-FOOT-LONG LEGS FIRE HIS HOOVES LIKE PISTONS

AND CAN KILL A LION.

BUT IF THEY'RE CRIPPLED, HE'S CAT FOOD.

ON TOP OF HIS HEAD ARE OSSICONES.

THEY'RE A PAIR OF BONE HARD BLUDGEONS,

AND HE'S READY TO USE THEM.

THE VETERAN'S ON A JOURNEY TO SECURE HIS BLOODLINE.

HE'S IN SEARCH OF A HERD OF FEMALES.

BUT WHEN HE FINDS THEM, HE FINDS TROUBLE.

THERE'S ANOTHER MALE IN HIS WAY.

A GREENHORN, INEXPERIENCED BUT WITH YOUTH ON HIS SIDE.

THE STAGE IS SET FOR BATTLE OF THE TITANS.

THE LIGHTER COLORED CONTENDER'S NOT BACKING DOWN,

HE MEANS BUSINESS.

HE FIRES AND MISSES, IT'S A RANGE-FINDER.

THE VETERAN AIMS LOW.

HE PACKS ENOUGH POWER TO CRIPPLE HIS OPPONENT'S LEGS.

OSSICONES ARE JUST CARTILAGE AT BIRTH,

BUT THEY GROW INTO BONY 5 INCH CLUBS.

AND THE VETERAN HAS A WEIGHT ADVANTAGE.

HEAVY CALCIUM DEPOSITS DEVELOP IN A GIRAFFE'S

HEAD AS HE AGES.

A 15-YEAR OLD'S HEAD CAN BE 15POUNDS HEAVIER

THAN A 7-YEAR OLD'S.

IT'S LIKE PUTTING LEAD IN A BOXING GLOVE.

THE CONTENDER GOES FOR THE KNOCKOUT.

HIS HEAD'S LIKE WRECKING BALL.

THE ARCING 6-FOOT NECK FIRES IT AT OVER

60 MILES PER HOUR.

WITH AN IMPACT FORCE OF AROUND 850 POUNDS.

IF HE'S KNOCKED DOWN IT WILL TAKE HIM VITAL SECONDS

TO GET BACK ON HIS FEET.

HE'LL BE A SITTING DUCK.

THE CONTENDER FORCES HIS OPPONENT INTO THE OPEN,

THEN FIRES.

THE VETERAN DODGES WITH AN ALI SHUFFLE

BUT HE'S STRUGGLING.

GIRAFFES HAVE THE HIGHEST BLOOD PRESSURE OF

ANY LARGE ANIMAL.

BOTH FIGHTERS' HEARTS ARE WORKING HARD,

BUT THE VETERAN'S TIRING FAST...

HE NEEDS TO FINISH THIS.

HE HAMMERS INTO HIS OPPONENT BELOW THE BELT.

THE ADDED PRESSURE AT THE POINT OF IMPACT FORCES HIS

OSSICONES DEEP INTO HIS RIVAL'S UNDERBELLY.

THE FIRST BLOW KNOCKS THE FIGHT OUT OF THE CONTENDER AND

THE FOLLOW UP FINISHES HIM.

HE LOSES OUT TO AGE AND EXPERIENCE.

THE VETERAN STRETCHES HIS UNBEATEN RUN.

RISING HIGH IN THE LOCAL RANKINGS.

ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE POST-FIGHT PARTY.

BUT A GIRAFFE HEAD TO HEAD IS NOTHING COMPARED TO

THE EXPLOSIVE VIOLENCE WHEN ANOTHER OF AFRICA'S

GIANT'S ATTACKS.

WHEN HIPPOS GO EYEBALL TO EYEBALL,

THEIR POOL PARTY CAN BECOME A BLOODBATH.

EVERY ANIMAL UNDER THE SEARING AFRICA SUN NEEDS

LIFE-GIVING WATER.

AND HIPPOS NEED IT MORE THAN MOST.

THEY HAVE NO SWEAT GLANDS FOR COOLING OFF,

ONLY A DIP WILL DO THE JOB.

A FULLY IMMERSED HIPPO DISPLACES UP TO

900 GALLONS OF WATER,

SO A PLENTIFUL SUPPLY IS AT A PREMIUM.

LARGE PODS OF UP TO 50 HIPPOS CONGREGATE IN THE

BENDS OF RIVERS,

WHERE CONDITIONS ARE PERFECT FOR HIPPO R&R.

FAVORITE DESTINATIONS DRAW IN THE CROWDS.

A HIPPO'S DIALS ARE PERMANENTLY SET ON ANGRY.

IN CRAMPED CONDITIONS TEMPERS FLARE,

AND BATTLES FOR THE BEST BERTH, CAN BE EXPLOSIVE.

KEEPING ORDER IN THIS MARA RIVER POOL IN KENYA

IS A DOMINANT BULL.

HIS LOWER CANINES ARE NEARLY 2 FEET LONG.

THEY NEVER STOP GROWING AND CAN WEIGH OVER 6 POUNDS.

THEY'RE HIS PEACEKEEPERS.

TO KEEP THINGS CHILL HE OPERATES A STRICT ENTRY POLICY.

YOU CAN JOIN THE PARTY, AS LONG AS YOU KNOW WHOSE BOSS.

ONE YOUNG TROUBLEMAKER DOESN'T RESPECT AUTHORITY.

HE STEPS UP TO GATECRASH THE BOSS'S PRIVATE POOL PARTY.

HE'S ON HIGHER GROUND,

BUT THE BOSS IS ON A SHORT FUSE,

AND HE'S GONNA BLOW.

NARRATOR: A HIPPO GATECRASHER HAS HIS EYES

ON A DOMINANT BULL'S PERSONAL SPACE.

THE TWO ANGRY HIPPOS FACE OFF.

THE BOSS BREAKS THE DEADLOCK.

HIS CHARGE SHAKES THE UPSTART,

BUT HE FIGHTS BACK USING HIS HIGHER GROUND.

THE BOSS FLICKS HIS TAIL, IT'S TO ASSERT DOMINANCE.

BUT IT DOESN'T WORK.

THE GATECRASHER GAINS GROUND BUT THE BOSS'S

CANINES' STRIKE HOME.

LIKE ELEPHANT TUSKS, A HIPPO'S LOWER CANINES ARE

MADE OF IVORY BUT THEY HAVE A TOUGH ENAMEL COATING.

9 INCHES IN CIRCUMFERENCE, THEY ARE THICK AND TRIANGULAR

AND THEY'RE SELF-SHARPENING.

THE LEADING EDGE CAN LITERALLY CARVE AWAY THE

FLESH OF THE GATECRASHER'S MOUTH.

THE BLEEDING TROUBLEMAKER BACKS AWAY.

AND THE BOSS GAINS HIGH GROUND, TO TURN THE TABLES.

THE REBEL'S LOST IN NO-MAN'S LAND.

NOW HE HAS TO FIGHT FOR HIS LIFE.

THE POD KEEPS WATCH, THEY KNOW HE'S IN TROUBLE.

THE GATECRASHER HATCHES A DESPERATE PLAN.

HE RUNS FOR IT.

HIS SURVIVAL TACTIC GET LOST IN THE CROWD.

THE BOSS CHASES BUT EVEN HIS CANINES CAN'T PIERCE

THE 2-INCH THICK SKIN ON HIS RUMP.

THE POD PANICS.

ANOTHER HIPPO CHARGES, JAWS OPEN.

A 7,000 POUND SLAM FLIPS THE REBEL OVER.

HIS UNDERBELLY IS EXPOSED TO THE POWERFUL JAWS.

THE SKIN HERE IS 80% THINNER THAN ON HIS RUMP.

THE ATTACKER'S JAW GAPES OPEN TO 150 DEGREES,

DELIVERING A BITE THAT COULD CRUSH A BOWLING BALL

LIKE A BUTTER COOKIE.

IF IT SINKS HOME, IT COULD PIERCE HIS HEART OR

LITERALLY SPILL HIS GUTS.

THE GATECRASHER PIROUETTES A PERFECT 360 AND

LANDS ON HIS FEET.

IN THE CONFUSION HE SLINKS AWAY.

THE FRUSTRATED BULL STRIKES OUT AT AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER,

THEN TOWERS OVER THE HIPPO POOL.

THE LOOKS SAY IT ALL: "MY POD, MY RULES".

THE GATECRASHER'S LEARNED HIS LESSON AND

KEEPS A LOW PROFILE.

BUT WHILE SOME KEEP WATCH TO RULE,

OTHERS HAVE A LUST TO KILL.

EVERY SUMMER, THOUSANDS OF ZEBRAS MIGRATE

300 MILES ACROSS THE GRASSLANDS OF SOUTHERN AFRICA.

FOR THE CONTINENT'S PREDATORS,

THEY'RE A BLACK AND WHITE BUFFET ON LEGS.

THEY CAN MAKE UP A QUARTER OF LION KILLS.

WATERHOLES ARE VITAL FOR MIGRATING ZEBRA.

IT LOOKS LIKE A TRANQUIL HAVEN FOR

AFRICA'S STRIPY GRASS EATERS.

BUT IT'S THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM.

A MATURE STALLION LEADS IN HIS HERD OF 5 MARES

AND THEIR FOALS.

HE'S NERVOUS.

THIS WATERHOLE IS A SEETHING CAULDRON OF SEXUAL TENSION.

A GANG OF YOUNG BACHELOR ZEBRAS SCANS THE NEW ARRIVALS

WITH LUST FILLED EYES.

THEY'RE A BRAT PACK, BARELY UNDER CONTROL.

AT 6 YEARS OLD, THEY'RE SEXUALLY MATURE.

AND HIGHLY FRUSTRATED.

700 POUNDS OF TESTOSTERONE FUELED TROUBLE.

THEY WANT A FIGHT, FOR THE RIGHT TO PARTY WITH

ONE OF HIS FEMALES.

AND THESE BACHELORS CAN BE BRUTAL.

YOUNG FOALS MAY EVEN BE KILLED BY AGGRESSIVE BACHELORS,

TO MAKE THE HERD'S FEMALES BREED AGAIN.

ONE WOULD-BE HOMEWRECKER STEPS FORWARD.

HE'S SAYING, "MOVE-OVER OLD TIMER, SHE'S MINE."

THE TWO CIRCLE AND THE DUST FLIES,

IT'S A FIGHT WITH REAL BITE.

THE OLD GUY SNAPS DOWN ON THE BACHELOR'S NECK.

A MALES ZEBRA'S CANINES ARE ESPECIALLY

ADAPTED FOR FIGHTING.

THEY'RE BIGGER AND SHARPER THAN A FEMALE'S.

A BITE FROM THE SPADE LIKE TEETH CAN CUT INTO

SKIN AND MUSCLE.

BUT THE BACHELOR BRINGS HIS BIG GUNS INTO PLAY,

HIS HOOVES.

A DIRECT HIT COULD BREAK A ZEBRA SKULL AND

KILL THE OLD TIMER.

NARRATOR: A ZEBRA STALLION IS LOCKED IN A DESPERATE BATTLE.

HIS LUST-CRAZED OPPONENT WANTS ONE OF HIS FEMALES,

AND HE'S ARMED WITH A DEADLY SET OF HOOVES.

THE OLD TIMER MUST SILENCE THOSE BIG GUNS.

HE AIMS LOW, BUT THE BACHELOR MATCHES HIM.

IT'S A WHIRLING CAROUSEL OF SAVAGE BITES.

THE VETERAN'S EXPERIENCE COUNTS.

HE MOUNTS A PRECISION ATTACK.

HE CRUNCHES DOWN JUST ABOVE THE TARSUS,

THE ZEBRA'S EQUIVALENT TO THE HUMAN HEEL,

AND HITS THE GASTROC MUSCLE.

A CLEAN BITE COULD LAME HIS RIVAL.

THE BACHELOR'S IN PAIN AND IN TROUBLE,

HE PUTS EVERYTHING INTO A WILD FLURRY OF KICKS BUT

HE CAN'T FIND THE TARGET.

HE GETS IN A GLANCING BLOW,

AND THE EFFORT TAKES THE FIGHT OUT OF HIM.

THE OLD TIMER'S FAMILY IS SAFE.

THE OTHER BACHELORS WILL THINK TWICE BEFORE HITTING

ON HIS FEMALES AGAIN.

IN THE WILD, LUST ISN'T THE ONLY CAUSE OF CHILD KILLING.

SLAUGHTERING THE INNOCENTS CAN BE A MARK OF AUTHORITY.

THROUGHOUT THE WILDS OF SOUTHERN AFRICA,

THE CHACMA BABOON IS A HIGH-PROFILE PRIMATE.

HE'S THE LARGEST MONKEY ON THE PLANET AND LIVES

ON THE SAVANNA IN TROOPS OF UP TO 200.

THE MALES RULE THE ROOST.

THEY ARE NEARLY 70% LARGER THAN THE FEMALES.

AND THEIR PIERCING 2 INCH CANINES ARE AS LONG AS LION'S.

DOMINANT MALES WANT TO ASSERT THEIR MATING RIGHTS,

BUT THERE'S A PROBLEM.

ONLY CHILDLESS FEMALES ARE OPEN TO ADVANCES.

AND THEY'LL BREED JUST ONCE EVERY TWO YEARS.

SO MATING OPPORTUNITIES CAN BE IN SHORT SUPPLY.

LIKE MOST LITTLE MONKEYS,

CHACMA YOUNG ARE PLAYFUL AND INQUISITIVE.

WHILE THEIR MOMS ARE BUSY GROOMING WITH FRIENDS,

THEIR KIDS MAY GET CARRIED AWAY WITH THEIR GAMES.

A DOMINANT MALE'S HIGH STATUS IS PRECARIOUS.

HE NEEDS A CHILDLESS FEMALE TO MATE WITH

BEFORE HE'S TOPPLED.

THIS MALE HAS A YOUNGSTER IN HIS SIGHTS.

KILLING JUNIOR WOULD CREATE A VACANCY,

AND HE'S WAITING FOR HIS CHANCE.

CHACMA REQUIRE WATER EVERY DAY,

SO THEY ALWAYS HOLE UP NEAR A SOURCE.

AND LIKE MOST YOUNGSTERS,

CHACMA KIDS FIND THE LOCAL POOLS IRRESISTIBLE.

THEIR CURIOSITY TEMPTS THEM FAR INTO THE WATERS,

AND JUNIOR TAGS ALONG.

BUT HE'S PLAYING RIGHT INTO THE HANDS OF THE CHILD KILLER.

AGGRESSIVE MALES CLAIM THE LIVES OF UP TO

30% OF CHACMA YOUNG.

THEY'RE A MAIN CAUSE OF DEATH AND

MAY EVEN EAT THE VICTIMS IN FRONT OF THEIR MOTHERS.

THIS DOMINANT MALE'S ON A MISSION TO MURDER.

THE INFANTS TRY TO RETURN TO THEIR MOMS BUT

THE CHILD KILLER ISN'T ABOUT TO MISS HIS CHANCE.

HE SPRINGS THE TRAP AND CUTS OFF JUNIOR'S ESCAPE ROUTE.

IT'S A DEADLY GAME OF TAG.

IF HE GRABS JUNIOR, IT'S OVER.

OUT OF NOWHERE, MOM CHARGES IN.

CHACMA CAN REACH SPEEDS OF NEARLY 30 MILES PER HOUR,

AND HER MOMENTUM SENDS HIM FLYING.

BUT IT'S A TOTAL MISMATCH,

A SUICIDE MISSION TO SAVE HER INFANT.

THE CHILD KILLER TRIES TO FINISH IT WITH A CLEAN

BITE TO THE BACK OF THE NECK.

IT COULD SEVER HER SPINAL CHORD.

JUNIOR MAKES A BREAK FOR IT.

TO WIN HIM A CLEAN GETAWAY MOM LAUNCHES HERSELF

AT THE ATTACKER.

SHE'S BELLY UP, BUT SHE WON'T GIVE UP.

THIS MONKEY MEANS BUSINESS.

THE WOULD-BE CHILD KILLER LOSES HIS CHANCE,

AND HIS NERVE.

THIS MOM'S NOT GIVING WAY BUT THE ATTACKER FLEES

IN SEARCH OF A SOFTER TARGET.

HER CHILD LIVES TO PLAY ANOTHER DAY,

AND HE WON'T BE SO QUICK TO LEAVE HIS MOTHER'S SIDE

IN THE FUTURE.

THROUGHOUT THE DRY AND DUSTY SUMMER OF SOUTHERN ASIA,

THE OPEN PLAINS OF INDIA ARE A BATTLEGROUND.

IN A CROWDED COUNTRY, PROPERTY IS AT A PREMIUM,

EVEN FOR A BLACKBUCK ANTELOPE.

AND HE'LL FIGHT FOR A PIECE OF IT.

THEIR THIN LEGS ARE LIKE COILED SPRINGS.

THEY FIRE THEM SIX FEET INTO THE AIR.

IT'S A DEFENSE AGAINST PREDATORS.

BUT WITH MATING IN MIND THEY USE SOME OF THEIR

ENERGY FOR SETTING UP HOME.

ONE YOUNG BUCK IS YET TO GET HIS HOOVES ON

THE PROPERTY LADDER.

HE'S JUST STARTING OUT, BUT HE'S IN A HURRY.

HE WANTS TO START A FAMILY.

FEMALE BUCKS MAY BE PREPARED TO PARTNER UP WITH

A WELL-PLACED HOME-OWNER,

BUT WITHOUT A CENTRAL LOCATION, YOU'RE A LOSER.

YOU HAVE TO MOVE FAST TO STAKE YOUR CLAIM.

SCENT FROM A GLAND BENEATH THEIR EYES ACTS

AS A "SOLD" SIGN.

AND A THREAT TO WARD-OFF OTHER BIDDERS.

CLOSELY PACKED BUCKS SIT TIGHT,

THEY'RE ON PERMANENT NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH.

THEY'RE ARMED AND DANGEROUS.

A PAIR OF TWO-FOOT-LONG, SPIRALING, POINTED HORNS

IS THEIR HOME DEFENSE WHEN TROUBLE CALLS.

BUT THEY TRY TO KEEP THEM HOLSTERED.

UNDER BATTLE CONDITIONS THEY CAN SNAP,

AND A BROKEN HORN IS A TOTAL TURN-OFF FOR ANY FEMALE.

THERE ARE NO CENTRAL PLOTS LEFT FOR THE HOMELESS BUCK.

TESTOSTERONE LEVELS ARE HIGH.

HE TAKES IT OUT ON ANYTHING HE CAN FIND.

A SMUG HOMEOWNER SITTING PRETTY PUSHES HIM

TO BREAKING POINT.

HE'S GONNA TAKE HIS PROPERTY BY FORCE.

IT'S GONNA GET UGLY.

NARRATOR: THIS HOME OWNING BLACKBUCK IS ARMED WITH

A PAIR OF 2 FOOT LONG WICKEDLY CURVED HORNS.

AND HE'S GONNA NEED THEM.

A FURIOUS RIVAL IS PLANNING A VIOLENT LAND GRAB.

A BLACKBUCKS' CORKSCREW HORNS CAN INTERLOCK IN COMBAT,

HOLDING THE FIGHTERS TIGHT.

BUT IF THEY DON'T LOCK, INJURIES CAN BE FATAL.

THE LAND-GRABBER SERVES HIS EVICTION ORDER.

IN A BRUTAL HEAD-BUTT.

HE CAN REACH SPEEDS OF 50 MILES PER HOUR,

BUT THE HOMEOWNER HOLDS FIRM.

THEN SEEMS TO BACK OFF, BUT IT'S A TRICK.

HE ATTACKS FROM THE FLANK.

IT'S HIGH STAKES.

HIS HORNS ARE BUILT TO WITHSTAND IMPACT,

BUT IF HE GETS IT WRONG THEY CAN CRACK AND BREAK.

HE'LL LOSE THE FIGHT,

ALONG WITH ANY CHANCE OF MATING, FOR LIFE.

BLACKBUCK HORNS WON'T GROW BACK.

THE FIGHT IS TAKING ITS TOLL.

TIME FOR THE DECIDER.

THE HOMEOWNER CHANGES TACTICS.

HE SLIPS HIS HORN UNDER HIS OPPONENT'S LEG.

IF HE FALLS, THE HOOKED LIMB COULD BREAK ON

THE BAKED EARTH.

HE RALLIES, BUT HE'S SHAKEN.

THERE WILL BE NO EVICTION.

THE HOMEOWNER'S JUST TOO STRONG FOR HIS

SUB-PRIME OPPONENT.

THE VICTOR CELEBRATES WITH A LITTLE HOME DECORATION

TO MARK HIS TERRITORY.

THE INTRUDER IS LUCKY TO COME AWAY IN ONE PIECE.

THE DRY AND DUSTY PLAINS ARE LITTERED WITH CASUALTIES.

SOME WALKING WOUNDED WON'T BE SPRINGING TO SAFETY WHEN

A PREDATOR CALLS.

BUT ON A SUN-KISSED SHORELINE,

THE BATTLE FOR A MATE CAN BE EVEN MORE VICIOUS.

THE GOLDEN SHORES OF SOUTH AFRICA ARE HOME TO AN

UNLIKELY LOOKING RESIDENT.

FOR AFRICAN PENGUINS, IT SEEMS LIFE'S A BEACH.

BUT THERE CAN BE BLOOD ON THE SAND.

TORPEDO SHAPED, THESE BIRDS ARE BUILT FOR SPEED

THROUGH THE WATER.

THEY CAN SWIM NEARLY 3 TIMES FASTER THAN

AN OLYMPIC MEDALIST.

THEY SPEND 75% OF THEIR LIFE AT SEA.

AND WHEN THEY COME ASHORE TO BREED,

THEY CHOOSE A MATE FOR LIFE.

BUT THESE CUTE-LOOKING LOVEBIRDS HAVE A DARK SIDE,

THEY CAN FLY INTO A JEALOUS RAGE.

WITH HOOKED BEAKS THAT CAN RIP A MAN'S FINGER TO THE BONE.

PENGUIN FIGHTS CAN BE DEADLY.

STONY POINT, BETTY'S BAY, SOUTH AFRICA.

HOME TO A LARGE BREEDING COLONY.

ONE PENGUIN PICK-UP ARTIST HAS CAUGHT THE EYE

OF A FEMALE.

HE INVITES HER BACK TO HIS PLACE AND GOES ON AHEAD.

SHE FOLLOWS, BUT ANOTHER MALE PENGUIN SHADOWS

HER EVERY MOVE.

HE'S A LOVE PEST, AND HE WON'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER.

HER DATE STEPS IN, THE FIGHT'S ON.

THE OFF-BALANCE FIGHTERS TUMBLE DOWN THE SAND LIKE

BOWLING PINS.

THE PEST GRIPS THE FLESH BESIDE HIS RIVAL'S

BEAK AND LOCKS ON.

THE DATE TRIES TO HIT BACK,

MACHINE GUNNING RAPID-FIRE BLOWS WITH HIS FLIPPER.

THE FLIPPERS ARE POWERFUL ENOUGH TO HELP PROPEL AN

8 POUND PENGUIN THROUGH THE WATER AT 15 MILES PER HOUR.

WING BONES INSIDE ARE FUSED TOGETHER CREATING

AN EFFECTIVE CLUB.

IT'S POWERED BY HUGE BREAST AND BACK MUSCLES,

MAKING UP A QUARTER OF THE PENGUIN'S ENTIRE BODY WEIGHT.

THEY CAN FIRE OUT A BLOW EVERY 5TH OF A SECOND.

THE DATE CLAMPS DOWN ON HIS RIVAL'S BEAK.

IT'S DAMAGE LIMITATION.

BUT THE PEST ADOPTS SUMO TACTICS, CHARGE AND TRIP.

THEN SWITCHES IT UP TO JUDO.

THE DATE'S UNDER FIRE, BUT WON'T BACK DOWN.

THIS COULD BE A FIGHT TO THE DEATH.

NARRATOR: A BLOODIED PENGUIN BATTLES TO WIN

A MATE FOR LIFE.

IT LOOKS LIKE A FIGHT TO THE DEATH.

UNTIL THE OBJECT OF THEIR AFFECTION APPEARS.

SHE'S A CALMING INFLUENCE.

SHE HEADS BACK TO THE NEST SITE, BUT THIS ISN'T OVER.

THE DATE LAUNCHES AT THE LOVE PEST.

THE PEST STRIKES BACK, HE'S UNSTOPPABLE.

THE DATE HAS NOTHING LEFT.

IT LOOKS LIKE VICTORY FOR THE LOVE PEST.

THE FEMALE HESITATES, THEN MAKES HER CHOICE.

SHE FOLLOWS HER FIRST LOVE.

A PENGUIN WHO'LL PUT HIS LIFE ON THE LINE,

IS HER KIND OF GUY.

BUT WHEN THE COMPETITION'S FIERCE,

IT TAKES SPILT BLOOD TO PRESERVE THE BLOODLINE.

ON THE ISLAND OF MADAGASCAR,

THE UNDERGROWTH RINGS WITH EERIE CALLS.

THEY COME FROM LEMURS,

KNOWN AS THE GHOSTS OF THE FOREST.

RING TAILED LEMURS ARE LEAN AND ATHLETIC,

BUILT FOR LEAPING OVER 30 FEET FROM TREE TO TREE.

THEY STAND AROUND 18 INCHES HIGH,

AND WEIGH LESS THAN 8 POUNDS.

SCALED UP TO HUMAN SIZE THEY'D BE 6 FEET AND 32 POUNDS.

THEIR TAILS ARE UP TO 2 FEET LONG AND

ARE FLIGHT STABILIZERS,

HELPING THEM GLIDE THROUGH THE TREES.

RING TAILED LEMURS LIVE IN TROOPS OF UP TO 25,

AND THE FEMALES ARE IN CHARGE,

HEADED BY A WARRIOR QUEEN.

ADULT LEMURS ARE ARMED WITH SHARP CLAWS AND

LONG SLASHING CANINES.

THE FEMALES USE THEM IN BITTER BRAWLS WITH RIVAL TROOPS,

AND IN VICIOUS FIGHTS, TO RISE UP THE PECKING ORDER.

THE HANDFUL OF MALES IN A LEMUR TROOP ARE AT

THE BOTTOM OF THE HEAP.

THEY'RE HAPPIEST JUST CHILLIN, TAKING IN THE RAYS.

BUT THEY ARE VITAL TO THE TROOP, FOR BREEDING.

WHEN A FEMALE IS READY SHE MAY MATE WITH ALL

THE TROOP'S MALES.

BUT THE QUESTION IS WHO'S FIRST?

THIS LEMUR IS FEELING LUCKY BECAUSE HE SMELLS.

AND SUPREMACY IS DECIDED BY A STINK-OFF.

THE MALE LEMURS EMIT A PUNGENT LIQUID FROM A GLAND

IN THEIR WRIST AND RUB IT INTO THEIR TAILS.

THEN THEY WAFT IT TOWARDS THEIR LOVE RIVALS.

STINKY HAS THE CHAMPION STENCH,

SO HE WINS THE CHANCE TO MATE FIRST.

BUT A RIVAL INTERRUPTS HIM.

HE OVERRULES THE ODOR'S RULE,

AND CHALLENGES STINKY TO A REAL FIGHT.

IT'S KUNG-FU COMBAT,

FLYING KICKS AS THE LEMURS 'JUMP FIGHT.'

STINKY'S TAIL HELPS HIM TWIST AS HE KICKS.

THE RULE-BREAKER AIMS FOR AN APPROPRIATE TARGET,

THE CROWN JEWELS.

BUT STINKY GETS IN A HEAD SHOT.

THE RULE-BREAKER NEEDS TO CHANGE TACTICS.

SOFTEN HIM UP WITH A BODY SLAM.

THEN, KEEP HIM ON THE DECK.

HE TAKES STINKY DOWN, AND BRINGS HIS TEETH INTO PLAY.

HE STRIPS THE FLESH CLEAN AWAY.

STINKY'S SAVAGED HAND IS A TECHNICAL KNOCKOUT.

HIS RIVAL SCENTS VICTORY AND CLAIMS HIS MATING RIGHTS.

STINKY IS DOWN, BUT NOT OUT.

HE CAN'T FIGHT, BUT HE WANTS JUSTICE.

HE SWINGS BACK INTO THE TREES AND TEMPTS HIS RIVAL

TO BREAK OFF THE NUPTIALS AND GIVE CHASE.

A THIRD MALE SPOTS HIS CHANCE,

AND SNEAKS IN TO BAG FIRST MATING RIGHTS.

STINKY'S REVENGE IS COMPLETE,

AND HE LIVES TO MATE ANOTHER DAY,

MADAGASCAR'S FORESTS MAY HAVE GHOSTS,

BUT AMERICA'S HAVE MONSTERS.

REACHING UP TO 8 FEET TALL AND OVER 1,500 POUNDS,

A FULLY-GROWN ADULT MALE GRIZZLY IS ONE OF THE MOST

POWERFUL PREDATORS ON THE PLANET.

HE HAS LITTLE TO FEAR, EVEN A BISON TWICE HIS SIZE

WON'T STAND IN HIS WAY.

BUT FOR A YOUNG GRIZZLY, IT'S A DIFFERENT STORY.

EVERY SPRING IN THE NORTH AMERICAN WILDERNESS THERE'S

A BOOM IN THE GRIZZLY BEAR POPULATION.

BUT MORE THAN 50% OF GRIZZLY CUBS WON'T MAKE IT

PAST THEIR FIRST WINTER.

THIS YOUNG GRIZZLY IN YELLOWSTONE PARK IS ONE

OF THE LUCKY ONES.

HE'S JUST OVER 4 YEARS OLD.

LAST YEAR HE LEFT HIS MOTHER'S PROTECTION,

AND HE'S STILL ON A STEEP LEARNING CURVE.

HE'S A LIGHTWEIGHT, SMALLER THAN HIS FULLY GROWN

GRIZZLY COUNTERPARTS.

HE MUST BULK UP QUICKLY TO SURVIVE THE LOSS OF NEARLY

A THIRD OF HIS BODY MASS IN WINTER.

THAT MEANS FINDING FOOD.

A FULL GROWN GRIZZLY EATS UP TO 30,000 CALORIES A DAY.

AS A CUB, MOM TAUGHT HIM HOW TO FORAGE FOR

ANYTHING FROM EARTHWORMS TO EDIBLE SEEDS AND NUTS,

AND HE FOLLOWED IN HER PAW STEPS AS SHE BROUGHT

DOWN BIG GAME.

BUT NOW HIS OWN HUNTING SEASON IS GOING BADLY.

HUNTING UPHILL, HE'S DEFINITELY NOT SMARTER THAN

THE AVERAGE BEAR.

HE NEEDS TO WISE-UP FAST BECAUSE IN YELLOWSTONE,

THERE IS AN EVER-PRESENT DANGER.

A RIVAL PREDATOR PROWLS THE SAME FORESTS,

AND PATROLS THE SAME OPEN RANGE.

UNLIKE GRIZZLIES, GREY WOLVES ARE CO-OPERATIVE PREDATORS.

THEY HUNT IN PACKS.

TEAMWORK ALLOWS THEM TO ISOLATE AND TAKE DOWN LARGE

PREY WITH RUTHLESS EFFICIENCY.

THE GRIZZLY LIGHTWEIGHT IS STRUGGLING.

HE WANTS IN ON THE ACTION.

NARRATOR: A YOUNG LIGHTWEIGHT GRIZZLY IS

TRYING TO BULK UP FAST.

HE NEEDS TO FIND MEAT TO FEED ON,

AND HE PLANS TO TAKE IT BY FORCE...

BY STEALING IT FROM MOUTHS OF WOLVES.

WORKING TOGETHER GREY WOLVES WILL SOMETIMES TAKE ON

A VULNERABLE MOTHER GRIZZLY TO TRY AND MAKE MINCEMEAT

OF HER CUB.

ADULT MALE GRIZZLIES ARE PRACTICALLY INVINCIBLE,

BUT THE LIGHTWEIGHT 4-YEAR-OLD HAS SOME GROWING TO DO.

HE STARTS TO BURY A WOLF KILL AND THE 8 STRONG

PACK ISN'T HAPPY.

ONE-ON-ONE IT'S NO CONTEST.

A FULLY GROWN MALE GRIZZLY CAN REMOVE A WOLF'S HEAD

WITH ONE SWIPE OF HIS PAW,

AND HOLD OFF UP TO 24 HUNGRY WOLVES.

BUT THE PACK BELIEVES IT CAN TAKE DOWN THE LIGHTWEIGHT

BY KEEPING THE MUZZLE AND PAWS BUSY,

AND ATTACKING THE UNDEFENDED REAR.

THE YOUNGSTER STRIKES OUT, BUT HIS BLUFF HAS BEEN CALLED.

BACKING AWAY IS A SIGN OF WEAKNESS,

AND THE SIGNAL TO ATTACK.

THE LEAD WOLF SNAPS DOWN WITH A BITE FORCE OF 1500 POUNDS.

HE SPINS THE BEAR 360 DEGREES.

THE YOUNGSTER IS FULLY ON THE RUN.

ONLY THE RAVEN'S SEEM TO HAVE THE BEAR'S BACK.

THE PACK PROCLAIMS VICTORY WITH A FEAST.

IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE BULK OF A GRIZZLY,

SURVIVAL CAN REST ON A SECRET WEAPON.

THE SONORAN DESERT IS ONE OF NORTH AMERICA'S

HOTTEST NATURAL ENVIRONMENTS.

TEMPERATURES REACH 120 DEGREES.

ITS WILDLIFE HAS TO ADAPT, OR DIE.

THE HORNED LIZARD IS AN EXPERT IN DESERT MULTI-TASKING.

HE'S WELL EQUIPPED WITH APPS TO HELP HIM SURVIVE.

HIS PEBBLED COLORING BLENDS IN WITH

HIS DESERT SURROUNDINGS,

THE PERFECT CAMOUFLAGE FOR HIDING OR STALKING.

ANOTHER SELF-DEFENSE APP, SCALES LIKE DINOSAUR SPIKES,

AND OVERLAPPING ARMOR AGAINST SMALL PREDATORS.

HIS FAVORITE FOOD, HARVESTER ANTS,

COME WITH A VENOMOUS STING.

BUT HE EVEN HAS AN APP FOR THAT.

HIS MOUTH PRODUCES A PROTECTIVE MUCUS,

MAKING THE ANTS EASY PICKINGS.

BUT THIS HORNED LIZARD'S VERSATILITY IS ABOUT TO FACE

A DEADLY CHALLENGE.

THIS COYOTE IS EQUALLY AT HOME IN THE DESERT.

HE STANDS AROUND 2 FEET TALL AND 3 FEET LONG.

HE'S A GIANT BY LOCAL STANDARDS.

HE'S ADAPTED TO SURVIVE BY FEEDING ON JUST ABOUT

ANYTHING THAT MOVES,

AND A SUDDEN MOVEMENT GIVES AWAY THE PRESENCE

OF THE HORNED LIZARD.

THE LIZARD STANDS HIS GROUND.

IT LOOKS LIKE A THE GREATEST EVER

ANIMAL FIGHT NIGHT MISMATCH.

THE COYOTE'S CANINES, WILL EASILY PIERCE THE LIZARD'S

ARMORED SCALES AND HIS SPIKES WON'T PHASE A MONSTER

30 TIMES HIS SIZE.

BUT THIS LIZARD HAS ONE MORE TRICK.

HE SAVES HIS BEST APP FOR LAST.

HE FIRES OUT A STREAM OF BLOOD FROM HIS EYE.

A POUCH, KNOWN AS THE OCULAR SINUS,

SWELLS WITH BLOOD HELD UNDER PRESSURE BENEATH THE SKIN.

HE MOVES HIS EYE MUSCLES TO AIM.

AND IT'S A CHEMICAL WEAPON.

EXPERTS BELIEVE VENOM FROM THE HARVESTER ANTS MAKES

THE BLOOD FOUL TASTING.

HE CAN FIRE UP TO 10 TIMES IN A ROW AND SQUIRT OUT

HALF THE BLOOD IN HIS BODY.

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THE SHOCK IS ENOUGH TO SPOOK THE COYOTE INTO

A FULL RETREAT AND LEAVES HIM WITH A NASTY TASTE

IN HIS MOUTH.

HE'S NOT SUCH A WILEY COYOTE.

THE UNHARMED HORNED LIZARD MOVES ON.

OVER THE RISE IS AN ANT'S NEST WITH HIS NAME ON IT.