Carry on Up the Jungle Page #2

Ah!

Cor!

That's enough, thank you. Now,

bring the towel and rub me down, will you?

Ah. Mmm.

June! June!

June, where are you?

That's funny.

My turn.

Excuse me.

Ini loin daba.

Big White hunter!

Big White tin-opener.

Thank you, June. I shall not require you

any more. You may take the evening off.

In the middle of the jungle? Big deal!

Good evening, Mr Boosey.

Good evening, ma'am. Just checking supplies.

I haven't had an opportunity to thank you

for scaring off that gorilla.

That was nothing. You're all right

as long as the gorilla keeps chasing you.

When he stops and does that,

you've got to worry.

- What does that mean?

- When you go to find out why he's doing it,

he grabs hold of you, you see, like that.

They like to crush people to death.

Then they like to get a good grip on...

...anything handy and give a good squeeze.

- Oh, I see.

And then what do they do?

Then they nuzzle into the neck, see?

And start nibbling.

Oh. Well, why do they do that?

To keep your mind off

what their hands are doing.

Ahem!

Good evening, Professor.

Mr Boosey was showing me what happens

when a gorilla gets a crush on one.

Yes, I could see he was

up to some monkey business.

Ha-ha! Very good, that.

Grub'll be up in a minute. I'd better go

and have a wash. If you'll excuse me?

Of course.

- Look at them rings. Aren't they whoppers?

- I have a matching pair as well.

Don't think I hadn't noticed that.

Oh, he's so vulgar! So vulgar!

As a matter of fact,

I find his bluntness rather refreshing.

My dear Lady Bagley, we must face up to it.

The man is simply not a gentleman.

I understand he sleeps in his vest.

Oh, but sleeping in just a vest

displays a sense of individuality, surely?

It displays a great deal more than that!

- What on earth do you mean, Professor?

- I mean that a man like that

would stoop at nothing,

would go to any lengths to achieve his ends.

- Do you really think so, Professor?

- I'm sure of it.

I'm sure of it, my dear Lady Bagley.

You are too trusting.

Out here in the wilds, as we are,

and coming into close contact with each other,

day after day,

it only needs a glimpse of creamy skin,

a hint of milky thigh.

Why, Professor,

you make me sound like a dairy product.

Well, yes, you do remind me

of something in an English meadow.

What?

A babbling brook.

Sparkling, inviting, and so beautifully cool.

Well, I'm very cool now.

Night draws on, you know.

Oh, how sensible of you to bring a pair.

Dinner is served.

Allow me, ma'am.

Thank you, Mr Chumley.

Well, Mr Boosey, you may have dinner served.

Upsidasi, bung on the grub!

Oh, common as muck!

Tell me, Mr Boosey,

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