Carry on Up the Jungle Page #4

Let us just sit quietly and enjoy the night.

Is there something wrong, my dear?

No.

No, no, no, it's quite all right.

A little more?

I don't mind.

Of course.

Lovely, isn't it?

I... can't say I'm enjoying it, Mr Chumley.

- What? But you just said...

- How dare you!

Lady Bagley, what have I done?

You know perfectly well...

Oh...

Excuse me!

- I wonder what's up with her?

- Well, I don't know.

But whatever it is, it's certainly

rubbing her up the wrong way.

Oooh!

Oooooh!

All right, we'll rest here.

Akuna hama.

Bagalo, okura buzuru. Okura humbalaba. Taka.

Dear Lady Bagley,

did you see the giraffes just now?

Yes, I did. Quaint things.

I wonder why it is they have such long necks.

Well, it's quite simple. It's because

their heads are so far away from their bodies.

You know, I would never have thought of that.

You're so very knowledgeable, Professor.

Oh, it's observation, really.

I wonder if perhaps you could help me.

Do you know anything

about the habits of snakes?

Habits?

Yes. I mean, what do they do?

Well, strangely enough,

I've often wondered that myself.

Because they're exactly the same

all the way down, aren't they?

They don't seem to have the wherewithals.

- The wherewithals to what?

- Well, I mean,

they don't... if... I mean, er...

They're lacking...

Did you see the giraffes just now?

Yes, I did. But what I wanted to know was,

if one came in close contact with a snake,

could it harm one?

That would depend on the snake.

There is a brown one, the African viper,

which is very deadly.

- Oh, no, this one was definitely green.

- Ah.

And it sort of moved like that.

Ah, that would be the vindscreen viper,

quite harmless.

What's that?

- Quiet, everyone!

- Tutubera.

Well, Upsidasi, what do those drums say?

They say...

bum-diddi, bum-diddi, bum, bum, bum.

- I know that! What does it mean?

- How should I know, boss?

- Fat lot of use you are! Let's get moving.

- OK, boss. Hamalapa.

Taka! Hamalapa!

- What's the matter with them?

- I go to see, boss.

I wish he would go to sea.

He's no flippin' use on land.

Inendaba!

Inafina hay kulambawamba.

No fuma wamba.

No me kiwe buana ina blenechenawena.

- Well?

- They don't want to go on, boss.

I say that we must go on. They say no, I say yes.

- So now it is settled.

- Good lad.

Yes, boss. We go on, they stay.

How can we go on without them?

Who's going to carry all the supplies?

They're very frightened, boss. They say those

are the drums of a very bad tribe - the Noshas.

- The Noshas?

- Very bad tribe, boss.

Very savage. They eat people. Very backward.

Well, they're not eating me backwards.

Of course not. What a load of rubbish!

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