George of the Jungle 2 Page #3

Oh, l've had it!

Are you sure

we're going in the right direction?

Why, yes.

We remember from the first movie.

lt's very important

l get to Ape Mountain today.

lt's my grandson's fifth birthday.

l'm taking him and Ursula

back to civilisation.

What did he say?

He was admiring your luggage.

Oh, well, whatever.

And he wondered why you want to

take your grandson out of the jungle.

l'm not having him grow up here

an illiterate savage.

Someone help! Put me down! Help!

Sorry, we can't kill Beatrice.

lf she dies, we have no story.

And if we have no story, George

couldn't disappoint his wife again

by being late

for his own son's birthday party.

l wonder what's keeping your father.

Guess we may as well get started.

Now remember, sweetie,

you can wish for anything you want.

Except your grandmother,

because she's already here.

Grandma!

- Mother!

- Darling.

Hello, Junior.

Well, where's that husband of yours?

Shouldn't he be

at his own son's birthday party?

He's running late.

How could he possibly

be running late? This is the jungle.

Traffic back up

on the Bukuvu Expressway?

Dad!

George sorry he's late, but zug-zug

treaty broke down and had to step in.

Hello, old Mrs Ursula.

Beatrice cunningly connived to tempt

Ursula and Junior back home

using a ploy that has worked

since the beginning of time.

l have gifts for you.

Mother, you shouldn't have.

George also make present.

Cool! Thanks, Dad.

Whoa! Cool, a spear!

- That's nice.

- Yeah.

How'd you like to play with this?

Wow!

You just flip the switch

and it can do anything you want.

That not look so hard.

Beatrice put in motion

her gift-giving gambit

to get Ursula to come home.

Meanwhile, George demonstrated

why he was no William Tell.

- And neither was his aimless son.

- Stay there. OK. Good. OK.

OK, aim. Good.

See gorilla? OK.

Now throw. Throw.

Throw!

Good.

Huh?

But a coconut wasn't enough to

nullify the muddled mind of our hero,

George continued to be torn by the

conflict between home and throne.

Come on, George. Ya have to

supervise the oo-oo feather picking.

Sorry, George can't.

Promise Ursula he stay home.

But no king has ever missed

oo-oo feather picking.

At least not when lions ruled.

Face it.

He doesn't care about us anymore.

- George.

- Old Mrs Ursula.

Come talk.

George,

do you love your wife and your son?

George love Ursula and Junior

very much.

And George sorry George late

for Junior's birthday party.

l understand perfectly.

You don't have enough time

for your subjects or family

Which is why you can see how much

happier Ursula and Junior would be

if they came back to San Francisco.

Ursula's lonely.

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