Tarzan Finds a Son!

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Wildebeest again.

I think we've seen about a million today.

Look, dear.

Poor darling hasn't even learned

how to use his precious eyes.

Rhino.

What a spot for a hunter.

We'll be a hunter someday.

Right now we're too sleepy.

That's a baby.

Cape Town this time tomorrow.

Cape Town and mines and shares

and people bowing and scraping.

But we wish we were

never going to get there.

Don't say that.

- Superstitious?

- No, of course not.

Then forget about Cape Town and being

Lord Greystoke's favorite nephew.

- Let's enjoy ourselves while we can.

- All right.

Oh, dear, it's waked him.

I'll see if anything can be done about it.

- Is everything all right?

- Just rough air, Mr. Lancing.

This escarpment we're over

is not on our map.

Our compass isn't behaving well, either.

- How do you account for it?

- I can't. All this is quite strange to me.

I'll try to get a radio bearing.

These air currents seem to be modeled

on a dish of spaghetti.

The radio is dead.

I can't find anything wrong with it, either.

Doesn't that starboard motor

sound funny to you?

Yes. Get back in your seat.

Fasten the safety belts,

and I'll try to find an open space.

We're losing altitude, dear.

Hand me that blanket quickly.

We'll put him over with us.

Cheetah.

Stop now.

Tarzan, what on earth are you doing?

Why, it's a baby.

- Where did you get it?

- Cheetah find.

One just doesn't find babies in the jungle.

His parents must be frantic.

There, there, now.

- Jane will look after you.

- Jane want?

Want him?

Tarzan, you better go

find those poor people.

- Eat first.

- That's right.

Where will we get him some milk?

I guess coconuts will have to do.

Hurry, Tarzan.

The poor little thing's hungry.

Tarzan eat now.

Tarzan, you go get those coconuts at once.

- Baby eat first?

- Yes, of course.

There we are.

First, we'll have a nice warm bath...

and then we'll have supper.

And tomorrow, I'll take you back safe

and sound to your father and mother...

and I won't be a bit surprised

if I just hate to give you up.

Hurry, Cheetah.

Careful, now.

Thank you, Cheetah.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

There.

We have your real mother to thank...

for bringing so many of these

wonderful things on the plane.

And look, she even marked these

with your initials. R.L.

I wonder what that stands for.

I don't suppose we'll ever know.

One day, I'll take you out in the jungle,

and we'll pick some flowers...

and I'll show you the place

where Tarzan laid her down to sleep.

At least we can be grateful

when those savages found the plane...

they didn't disturb her.

Poor dear. How she must have loved you.

Cheetah, stop it.

Now see that you turn on the charm...

because I don't think Tarzan approves

of strange young men.

Tarzan, how clever.

Now say, "Thank you, Father. "

- "Thank you, Father. "

- Tarzan.

Isn't he adorable?

Tarzan, would you watch him

for a minute?

- Watch?

- I have something to do in the kitchen.

Would you hold his bottle

and see he doesn't choke?

Him no choke.

What is it, Tarzan?

Look, he knows you already.

- He's laughing at you.

- Baby hold.

- That's right. Hold him, baby.

- Baby strong.

Tarzan, he's been with us

more than a week now.

- We've got to find him a name.

- Name?

Yes, like Tarzan, Jane, and Cheetah.

Baby's got to have a name, too.

If the Zambeles hadn't taken those men

out of the plane...

we might have found a clue

to his real name.

Baby strong. Call Elephant.

Elephant, with a little nose like that?

Later call Elephant. Now call Boy.

- But that's not a name.

- Boy.

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