A/N: I don't own Grimm Fairy Tales Presents: The Jungle Book.

Chapter 2

"AGH! Dewan!" Mowglii yelled as the two continued to play in the river.

"Splishy! Splishy!" Dewan laughed as he splashed water at the naked girl, while hanging from a tree branch right above the river. They both laughed as Mowglii splashed back. The two naked kids then began wrestling.

"Oh, you think you can best in combat, do you?" Mowglii asked playfully as she grinned at the auburn-haired naked boy. Dewan than wrapped his arms around her, holding the naked girl tight as if she was her captive.

"You think you have me?" Mowglii continued fooling around with him until she noticed that their faces were close, and their lips were even closer to each other.

"Think again, monkey-boy." Mowglii told the naked boy with a smirk before pulling him into the water along with her. They laughed as they continued their fun until suddenly Dewan, while laughing, grabbed the naked girl by her neck and pushed her head into the water. With her mouth open, the water began entering Mowglii's throat as she tried to free herself from Dewan's strong hands, who continued to laugh on. His fun, however, was disrupted by the joint sound of trumpets and roars. Turning around, the naked boy's eyes widened as elephants rampaged across the jungle, fighting off the tigers on their backs and knocking down everything in their way.

"Take the Payari down! Take them all!" the naked Bomani yelled as he was riding on an elephant's back, trying to kill the beast. Just then he saw Dewan choking the poor girl right in front of them. Bomani immediately growled at this, filled with rage and hatred towards the auburn-haired boy for hurting Mowglii. Just then Akili interfered as she was swinging across the jungle on a liana.

"Get your hands off her, you dirty ape!" the naked dirty-blonde girl yelled at the equally naked Dewan and before the boy could react, Akili flew by and snatched Mowglii from him.

"Akili!" Mowglii exclaimed in disbelief as she coughed.

"I am making a habit of saving you, little wolf!" Akili answered to the naked brunette girl. "Not that I mind."

While Akili rescued the wolf-girl, Bomani appeared at the riverbank, standing on all fours like a tiger, roaring at Dewan, who began screaming like a primate.

"You twisted creature, go nowhere!" Bomani growled, pointing his finger at Dewan. "You dare lay your filthy hands on Mowglii?!

Instead of answering, Dewan stood on fours like an ape and continued screaming angrily like a monkey, obviously calling the naked tiger-boy for a fight.

"THAT KILL IS MINE!" Bomani yelled before leaping at Dewan.

Meanwhile, Akili and Mowglii were flying on a liana before reaching the cliff right beside a waterfall. Tobaqui the teenage silver fox already sat there as he waited for the two naked girls.

"There you are, my little wolfling. Safe and sound." Akili told Mowglii, only for an elephant suddenly appear from the woods, viciously shaking his head and body as he tried to knock off a tiger on his back.

"Mowglii! Look out!" Akili cried as she dodged the elephant. Tobaqui and Mowglii weren't that lucky as the elephant accidentally hit them, causing them to go over the cliff. Akili ran back and saw the naked wolf girl holding the edge of the cliff with her right hand, while using the left to hold the silver fox by his tail.

"Tobaqui! Mowglii!" Akili cried out as she stretched out her arm to reach for the fellow girl as nearby rocks were falling down. Mowglii's grip was lost however and both Tobaqui and Mowglii screamed as they fell off the cliff into the river.

"NOOOO!" the naked Akili cried as the strong current washed away logs, elephants and tigers, but most importantly, her friends.


It was many years ago on the Kipling Isle, before the arrival of the four human children, Baloo was not the only bear on the island. He sat on a rock surrounded by bear cubs, the future members of Bada Dar, the feared tribe of the bears.

"Do not be afraid to bare your teeth." The sloth bear lectured the cubs. "Fear is always your first attack."

"But what if they knock out our fangs, Baloo Bada Dar?" one of the bear cubs asked.

"That is why you have four paws with claws, little warrior." Baloo answered.

"Yeah! Stupid!" another cub sneered at the first one.

"Stupidity comes from unasked questions, cub." Baloo chastised the second bear cub as the others were wrestling and tackling each other. He looked at them as they were being prepared for every bear of Bada Dar was destined for, for war. The bears have been pillaging the Kipling Island, installing fear and terror to every animal across the isle. Even some of the ferocious tigers feared them more than death. The bears were brutal, bloodthirsty, merciless and savage.

Once their lessons for today were finished, Baloo led the cubs back to the Bear Cave, the den of the Bada Dar. Just as he entered the cave, he saw the bears gathered together. He guessed what that was. The leadership was once a right of strength amongst the Bada Dar. A right based on fortitude of spirit. Baloo joined the other bears as he saw two in the middle; one is an old brown bear, the other one, with darker fur, was younger, but looked more savage. The bears roared at the two, waiting for a fight to come.

"Are you ready for this, boy?" the old, brown bear asked.

"I have been ready for this fight since the day I was born, Father Gerof." The savage-looking bear asked.

"Just remember, Badur, all fights are merely the whispers of war." Gerof warned his opponent.

"Very brave of Badur to battle the most decrepit among us, Sahrad." Baloo commented to his friend as the two bears roared, ready to fight.

"It is how it has always been, Baloo." The bear, Sahrad, answered.

"Not always. Our right of kings has become pomp and circumstance over true prowess." Baloo argued. The two fell silent as the Gerof and Badur began their fight. The cave was disturbed with roaring, the sounds of scratching and biting as blood was spilled. Each time the old Gerof struck Badur, this made the mad bear go savage and brutal even more. In the end, Badur stabs his long, sharp claws deep into the old bear's flesh. Heavily injured and blind with one eye, Gerof began panting heavily, finally yielding to the younger opponent as blood spilled from his mouth.

"This is not a battle. Merely a father ensuring a false legacy." Baloo muttered as he looked sullen at the outcome of the battle. Though no one heard his words as the surrounding bears roared, ordering Badur to finish off with his opponent.

"This the end, father." Badur snarled at Gerof.

"You are welcome." Gerof answered. "A few years ago, this would have been you lying on the ground, Badur. You come from a weak mother. You are a weaker offspring. But nevertheless, my only offspring."

"I will show you WEAK!" Badur roared and in full rage leapt at his injured father, slaughtering his throat, then stomach and began eating his organs, right in front of the whole bear tribe. Some bears watched in horror, others began vomiting.

"Run the Throat. Ensure we can put finish off with my father without prying eyes." Badur ordered.

"As you wish, Great Badur Bada Dar." Baloo answered before dashing off. The Throat has protected the Bada Dar for all time when the bears were outnumbered. They stood at the narrow mouth of the great tunnel and kept their young safe in the cave's deep womb. At the end of the throat was the mouth of the jungle. Baloo stood at the entrance of the cave until Badur reappeared, the smell of blood and flesh still fresh from him.

"A question, Baloo," Badur spoke. "You have way with cubs."

"Is that a question, Badur?"

"An observation. I have always wondered what it is that puts them at ease with you. Is your comely nature reminiscent of their mothers; perhaps?" Badur responded.

"Or perhaps I extend the same respect to all creatures, large or small." Baloo suggested.

"We are going to change the tide of the Great War and I want much greater numbers before we begin offensive." Badur said thoughtfully.

"Offensive?" Baloo asked. "This is offensive to our kind. We are not the aggressors. We hold no agendas like the tigers of the Shere of pride like the Payari. As long as we have fear by our side, we have nothing to fear ourselves. And what is our agenda now, Badur?"

"Ensure the Bada Dar are the lords of the jungle. Ensure we want for nothing." Badur answered, snarling. "Ensure the name Badur is spoken though the ages of reverence and my father's name rests among his bones."

"All of this for your legacy?" Baloo asked.

"Prepare the young, Baloo." Badur ordered the sloth bear instead of answering his question.