MOWGLI:
Stay away from me!
BALOO:
Aw, come on. I don’t smell that bad.
MOWGLI:
I never learned your Master-Word. Why do I understand you?
BALOO:
I’m a big fat bear. What’s to understand?
MOWGLI:
Bagheera taught me all the Master-Words of the Jungle.
BALOO:
Did he now? Let me tell you a little something about that
guy. He’s an egg-head.
MOWGLI:
What’s an egg-head?
BALOO:
You know, a smarty-snickers. A know-it-all. A snooty-toot-rooty-toot!
(MOWGLI laughs.)
MOWGLI:
You’re funny.
BALOO:
Hey, look who’s talking, mister shorty pants.
MOWGLI:
I just mean... well, you’re not like the other Jungle-People.
BALOO:
Aw, that’s an uptight crowd, those guys. They make up
laws for everything. Who needs it? You know what I like?
MOWGLI:
What?
BALOO:
Relaxin’. I like to spread out under the sun like
this... (Sits by a
rock and leans back, hands behind his head.)
And just let it pour down on me like sweet, sweet honey. (Sits
up.) Ooof!
MOWGLI:
What is it?
BALOO:
I just made myself hungry! Come here. Listen to my belly.
(BALOO makes up a belly voice.)
Feed me! Feed me! Feed me!
(When MOWGLI comes near to
listen to the belly, BALOO tickles him and they both roll around,
laughing. They end sitting up in an easy embrace.)
MOWGLI:
(Laughing.)
Well, what should we feed that belly? No one is supposed to
hunt during the Water Truce.
BALOO:
I don’t hunt!
(NANGIR climbs ladder with long
stick, with a honeycomb at the end.)
MOWGLI:
You don’t?
BALOO:
Nah. Bum knees. Bad back. Got the
dallys-offen-itis. Bear disease. Plus, I don’t like to
mention this...
(Motions for MOWGLI to come near.)
Can’t stand the sight of blood.
NANGIR:
Zzzzzz! Zzzzz!
BALOO:
Now that’s good eatin’, little bro. Why don’t
you climb up on there and get your old pal Baloo some honey?
MOWGLI:
Me?
BALOO:
(Suddenly screams
out and bends over.)
Ow!
MOWGLI:
What?
BALOO:
The dallys-offen-itis! (Acting
like he’s in extreme pain in his back.)
You never know when it’s gonna strike. You know what’s
good for it, don’t you?
(BALOO mugs mournfully and
painfully, pointing to honeycomb. His back hurts again.)
Ah!
NANGIR:
(Shakes the honeycomb.)
Zzzzz! Zzzz!
MOWGLI:
Oh, all right.
(MOWGLI steps up on rock to
reach for honey. Just as he’s about to get it, BAGHEERA
enters and growls.)
BAGHEERA:
What is this I see? Rrrrroooowwwwwlllllllllll!
MOWGLI:
Bagheera!
(NANGIR gasps and runs away,
exiting. MOWGLI falls from his place on the rock.
JUNGLE-PEOPLE may use percussions to emphasize the fall.)
BAGHEERA:
Using a Man-Cub to do your dirty work, Baloo? This is a new
low even for you.
BALOO:
Aw, come on, Baggy. Give a guy a break. How’m I
suppose to get along with all this Truce business going on? I
just need a little snack.
MOWGLI:
Yeah, he’s got the dilly-dally bear disease!
BALOO:
Yeah.
BAGHEERA:
Mowgli, this bear has got nothing at all but a bad case of laziness.
MOWGLI:
I don’t care. He’s funny. And he’s my friend.
BALOO:
Yeah.
MOWGLI:
And he doesn’t tell me to go to the Man-Village like you do!
BALOO:
Yeah! Now wait. What? You’re going to the
Man-Village? You
can’t
go there!
BAGHEERA:
Baloo, might I have a word with you?
(BALOO looks a
little cautious and confused.)
BALOO:
Sure. I guess.
(BAGHEERA moves BALOO away from
MOWGLI and talks confidentially.)
BAGHEERA:
You are doing this boy no favors, Baloo. Shere Khan has marked
him for the kill!
BALOO:
What? Poor kid!
BAGHEERA:
His life is in danger if we do not get him safely to his own People.
MOWGLI:
I know you’re talking about me!
BALOO:
No we’re not.
MOWGLI:
What are you talking about then?
BALOO:
Uh. Interior decorating. Uh. Different kinds of wallpaper.
(BAGHEERA moves
BALOO away. MOWGLI moves closer.)
BAGHEERA:
So you see, if you care about this boy, you must help me get him to
the village.
MOWGLI:
Village! I heard you say it! You’re talking about
me going to the
Man- Village.
BALOO:
Kid, kid. This is serious. If it was anything else...
MOWGLI:
I thought you were my friend, Baloo. I thought you were different!
BALOO:
Aw, kid, I am different. Maybe that’s the problem.
MOWGLI:
I won’t go, I tell you! I won’t go!
(MOWGLI runs off,
exiting. BAGHEERA growls.)
BAGHEERA:
Look what you’ve done, Baloo.
BALOO:
Bad Baloo.
(BALOO is almost crying as
BAGHEERA leads him, they exit in the same direction as MOWGLI.)
Bad Baloo.
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