The Jungle Book: Mowgli's Story

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If my story starts

anywhere, it starts when I was a kid.

My family took me on a trip to one

of the most beautiful spots in India,

the Waingunga River.

Do you see that little guy?

Yeah, the cute one.

That's me, Mowgli.

I didn't know it then. I didn't know

much about anything,

but I was about to have an adventure

that would change my life forever.

Come on, son. There you go.

This is the story

of how a boy became a man-cub,

and how that man-cub

became a man.

Even though this is my story,

it's not all about me,

it's also about my friends,

the animals. Take a look.

It really is a jungle out there.

Hathi, look! I have

the whole watering hole to myself.

It's too good to be true.

- You got that right.

Jungle meeting. Calling all

carnivores and interested parties.

Whoa!

Gather round!

Honey, Hathi's called a meeting.

- Let's go, dear.

Last one there's a monkey's uncle.

I am a monkey's uncle.

Wait up, guys!

I'm gaining on you.

- Thirsty chimp. Move aside.

Watch out for his trunk!

- Don't step on me.

Careful. You wouldn't want

a squished chimp.

Let's go. Surf's up.

Look at me. I'm a genuine statue.

I got you!

- No bathing.

We have to drink that water.

- Now he tells us.

I give up. Let's start, OK?

Are we all here?

Alright, I'm here.

Last, but I'm last for everything.

Last one to kill. Last one to eat.

Chil?

- That's my name.

Chill.

- First time I heard that one.

Time to remind you all

of our dry-season rule.

Until the rains return,

any meals eaten by the watering hole

shall be vegetarian.

Yes!

- Good rule.

Gotta love it.

Any hunting by the watering hole

will over my dead body.

Hathi, don't torture me.

No hunting here? That law bites.

We should be able to hunt

when and where we want.

Wolves rule,

and we're not afraid of anybody.

Oh, yeah?

- Whoa, look out!

It's Shere Khan!

Well, well. Who shall I eat today?

Maybe I'll grab a couple of dogs.

Talk about your fast food.

Shut up, Tabaqui.

- Sorry.

Monkey burgers.

- We're fat. We're pure fat.

Maybe an elephant stew for two?

We'll get stuck in your teeth.

With a side of turtle soup.

Sorry.

- Try the clam chowder.

How about a bowl of Chilli?

- Later!

Didn't you hear me?

There's no hunting...

Shut your trunk. I heard you.

I shall do as I please.

Listen, tiger, if we're all going

to live in peace...

Yo!

Berry breath, go suck a beehive.

Nice sidekick. A hyaena

that laughs at his own dumb jokes.

Mind your own business.

You're my business.

I'll be watching you.

We'll all be watching you.

Don't get your fur in a bunch.

I'm not in the mood forjungle food.

No, I have a craving for Indian food.

I get it. You want to eat an Indian.

That's clever. That's rich.

That's the cat's meow.

Tabaqui! Put a cork in it.

Let's get ready to tango.

I love this job.

You hunters are so overrated.

I'll never forget that night.

People were running everywhere,

for their guns, for their lives.

All I wanted to do

was find my parents.

But instead...

- A-ha!

The tiger found me.

Well, aren't you

a cute little appetiser?

When he fixed me

with those big fiery yellow eyes,

I figured I was a goner.

You must be the son of a hunter.

How deliciously ironic.

It was like,

"Wow! Welcome to the food chain. "

There's the tiger.

- Get him!

Boss? They're packing heat.

I won't forget you, brown eyes.

Oh, no! They got the boss!

Come on, he's only wounded.

After Shere Khan ran off,

the smart thing would have been

to stay by the safety of the fire.

But I was just a kid, right?

So I took off down the trail

trying to find my parents.

You know how things don't always

work out according to plan?

Well, this turned out to be

a really, really, really bad idea.

I was totally lost. I figured

I'd never find my mom and dad

and they'd never find me.

Butjust then, I found a cave.

Well, more like a den,

really, of wolves.

I didn't know any better.

They just looked like pets to me.

Look, Mom, a pet.

What is it? A hairless chimp?

I don't know. I don't think chimps

come in hairless.

That's a man's cub. There were

some hunters over the ridge.

He'll be one of theirs.

A man-cub?

What's he doing out here?

He must be lost.

- You think he's been abandoned?

Cool! Can we keep him? Please?

Li'I Raksha, man-cubs are cute,

but when they grow up,

they can be dangerous.

Dangerous? Not this one.

He's a lover, not a fighter.

- Look how cute he is, Dad!

And he likes me! Mom, Dad, come on.

If we keep him, who'll feed him?

Who'll clean up after him

until he's cave-broken?

Oh, no. Here he comes.

Stay, boy, stay.

Nice doggy.

- Whoa.

Did he call the Leader

of the Wolf Pack doggy?

Lighten up, Dad.

He doesn't speak wolf yet.

That's another thing he has to learn,

and who'll teach him?

A pet's a big responsibility.

But if he was abandoned, then

that makes him our responsibility.

You don't leave a cub to fend

for itself, Akela, man-cub or not.

True. The cub does need a family.

Well, we're a family!

See, hubby?

- Alright, we can keep him.

Yippee! I got a little brother.

And he's a great tummy rubber.

What should we call him?

Li'I Akela?

That's original.

What do you think, Li'I Raksha?

I say we call him Pupupeepee.

- What does that mean?

Beats me, but it sure sounds funny.

Look at him. Like a little frog.

Little Frog. Good call, Mom.

- Little Frog. Mowgli.

OK, Mowgli it is.

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