George of the Jungle Page #4

That a boy! Want to play?

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Good boy.

Come on, boy! Come on!

Good boy, Shep! Come on!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop, stop,

stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

Sit. Sit.

Good boy!

Good obedience training.

- George trained from pup.

- That's your dog?

This Shep, George's big,

grey, peanut-lovin' poochie.

Good boy, Shep! Good boy.

Good boy, Shep. Good boy.

- That's a good boy. Wanna shake?

- Huh?

- Good doggy. Be nice.

- Shep.

Shake? George. George.

George!

- See? Shep shake.

- Oh, George.

He's a big poochie, all right.

Does he fetch?

Here, boy. Come on, boy.

Want a stick?

Want a stick?

Where's the stick?

Where's the stick, Shep?

Here it is.

Here, boy. Fetch!

Come on, boy!

Run, run! Run, boy!

Atta boy! Good boy.

Go on, boy! Go get it!

Where'd he go?

- Wow!

- No, not in the roses!

Ungawa, Shep!

And so, with the help

of the jungle king's big, grey...

peanut-loving poochie,

George and Ursula set out...

on a desperate search to find

her fianc... uh, that guy she was with...

Lyle! Lyle!

- Ursula! Ursula!

- While he desperately

searched for her.

But by the end of the afternoon

her desperation had dimmed...

That was fantastic!

And she had given up

all hope of everything...

except enjoying the jungle king's

company from her precarious perch

atop his faithful doggy.

- So, where are we going now?

- To find Tookie-Tookie bird

for jungle news.

Tookie-Tookie bird.

I love that.

Later they rested,

while the tired tusker teethed on a...

Wait a second.

The dog bone is too much. Lose it.

That's better.

Bongo-gram.

What could it mean?

Tookie-Tookie!

Tookie say

little monkey in trouble.

George investigate.

Tookie-Tookie!

What happened?

- Oh!

- Where other monkeys?

Where? There?

How many? That many?

Lots of monkey.

Then what happened?

Tell George more.

No!

Little monkey say other monkeys

call little monkey "runt."

- Not let little monkey play games.

- Poor thing. Hi, monkey.

H-Hi. You okay?

No.

Don't cry.

Huh.

Little monkey like Ursula.

- What did you tell him?

- Just watch.

Uh-oh!

Meanwhile, back at a really

big footprint in the mud...

Let me through.

What's happening?

This footprint does not

belong to any of my men.

See? There's your proof.

The white ape does exist.

Now all we have to do is track down

the girl and the ape's in the bag.

N-No, seriously. I don't know

if I want to do this again.

Ursula need to relax when it come

to vine swinging, for George.

Swing, swing, swing.

Come on.

Want George of Jungle to tell you

special vine-swinging secret?

Fine. Tell me all your secrets.

George's secrets. Hm!

There's the shortest book ever written.

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