George of the Jungle

Deep in the heart of Africa

is a place no man has ever entered.

A place that belongs to the lion,

the elephant and the ape.

A place known as the Bukuvu.

Travellers flying overhead

can only glimpse at its many marvels:

Its sparkling rivers...

its lush veldts,

its billowy cloud formations...

and its hidden mountains.

- Never fear, my friends.

- George!

- George!

- All was not lost.

- George!

Scraped and boo-booed,

they searched high and low...

but they never recovered

their most precious cargo.

George, George

George of the Jungle

Strong as he can be

Watch out for that tree

George, George

George of the Jungle

Lives a life that's free

Watch out for that tree

When he gets in a scrape

he makes his escape

With help from his friend

an ape named Ape

And his elephant Shep

can fetch a log

He's man's best friend

He's George's dog

He's George, George

George of the Jungle

Strong as he can be

Watch out for that tree

Hear him holler

swing and sing

All the animals come

to the jungle king

George, George

George of the Jungle

George, George

George of the Jungle

So grab a vine

and swing in time

If you smack a tree

just pay no mind

Like George, George

George of the Jungle

Strong as he can be

Watch out for that tree

Watch out for that...

Bang! Ooh! Tree

George, George

George of the Jungle

Watch out for that tree

Twenty-five years later,

the bouncing baby boy...

has grown into

a swinging jungle king.

He is swift. He is strong.

He is sure. He is smart.

He is unconscious.

Meanwhile, 43 vines away...

George's kingdom was being threatened

by a terrifying intruder.

Hi, everybody. Me again.

Third day in Mbwebwe.

Look at this incredible...

- Banyan tree.

- Banyan tree. And look what's in it.

Could you die?

And over here...

is the outhouse, which you

don't want to see, believe me.

By the way, Betsy, thank you so

much for those moist towelettes.

They've been a lifesaver.

And these are the wonderful porters.

Wave, guys.

And this is our guide, Mr Kwame.

Without him, we would be lost.

Hi.

This is great.

- And this is Lyle.

- Hello, Bujumburans.

- What are you doing here?

- What kind of greeting is that

to give your fiance?

- Aren't you happy to see me?

- Yeah, of course I am.

The jungle loves you.

You're beautiful.

- How did you find me?

- Well, I just hired the two

best trackers in the business.

Ah, I'm chafing, Max.

Ah, yeah, I'm chafing big time.

Didn't I tell you not to wear 20 pounds

of black leather in the jungle?

- Didn't I tell ya?

- Ah.

Cotton, I said. Cotton breathes.

Take my things to the lady's tent

and shake a leg.

Later that night, Lyle Van de Groot

lost no time in making arrangements...

- to whisk his wayward fiancee back home.

- All right, I'll take it, I'll take it.

Nairobi Hilton.

They can airlift us there in two hours.

Pillows, okay?

Wait a second. I'm losing you.

Bad reception here.

Okay, I've got you back.

No, wait! I'm losing you!

My batteries are dead!

No! Doody!

I don't want to go anyway, Lyle.

Tomorrow we're gonna...

climb the mountain where the big apes

are. Don't you wanna see them?

Only if they can shake a good gin

martini without bruising it. Hiyo!

Me and Thor here would be happy

to help you and the lady up

the mountain, Mr Van de Groot.

- Yeah.

- With Mr Kwame leading the way,

of course.

If you don't mind me saying so,

the apes...

are supposed to be a fascinating sight,

especially that white ape.

White ape? What's that?

Ask Mr Kwame.

I bet he can tell you.

- It is only a native legend.

- Could you please tell us?

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