The Jungle Book: Mowgli's Story Page #6

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Hunt fruit?

Catwoman, are you spying on us?

Baloo, what are you doing? Mowgli

needs to learn hunting, not eating.

Well, hunting and eating go together

like bugs and honey.

That's right.

- He's been doing his homework.

Show her what you can do

with the bird call.

I've been working on it.

- I can tell.

Look!

I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!

I'm here. Oh, it's you.

It's not nice to fool Mother Vulture.

That was darn good, man-cub.

And you know what that means?

School's out. Time to get wet!

- But, Mowgli.

Don't worry. I'll head for the water,

teach him how to eat fish.

I mean hunt! Hunt fish, yeah.

Baloo, if only your brain

was as big as your stomach.

Alright!

There he goes again.

Whoa!

Incoming!

Nice face flop.

See that bush-league dive?

What a splash. Let's eat him.

Not yet, brain-free.

See you.

- Good hang time.

Bad entry.

So, exactly what is the plan, boss?

To separate the boy from his family.

I did it once, I can do it again.

Yeah, but that was humans.

This is wolves.

The pack sticks together.

They're strong, like a chain.

And you will find the weakest link.

Right after you win the gold.

Win the gold? For what?

- Face flopping.

Oh, yeah!

- Now that's a dive.

Not bad.

Man, if I only had a lemon.

So, boy, what's the catch of the day?

Missed again! I've decided

I don't like fish any more, Baloo.

What? Fish is good.

It's brain food.

Don't you want to be a genius

like me?

I'm never gonna get the hang

of catching fish.

They're just too fast for me.

- They're too fast for me, too.

But you can outsmart them

if you work at it.

Practise, and you'll be

a master hunter, like me.

Like you?

You couldn't sneak up on a log.

Maybe not, but think positive,

You get lazy,

and Shere Khan'll surprise you.

Like that.

- Yikes!

Darn you, woman!

I nearly wet my fur.

Gee, Baloo, thanks for sharing.

Baloo is right. A good hunter

never lets his guard down.

Something could be hunting him.

And we know who's hunting you.

Shere Khan wants his revenge.

But I don't get it.

I didn't shoot him. It's not fair.

We know that, but Shere Khan

doesn't play fair. Never has.

A tiger can't change his stripes.

Mowgli, look into my eyes.

Your eyes? Why?

I want you to see what it's like

to be caught in a big cat's gaze.

Shere Khan's eyes hypnotise his prey.

Maybe if you practice on me,

you won't fall under his spell.

Bagheera wasn't kidding.

Something about

a cat's cold yellow eyes

sends a shiver down your spine.

I finally had to look away.

Not bad, Mowgli.

It was a good lesson, but one

I hoped I'd never have to use.

"J" Four little, three little,

two little Indians

I One little Indian boy

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