A vegetarian and mouse-fearing ( aargh, the horror! ) circus lion called Guddu Ghalib ( Shukla) breaks free, enjoys his freedom, has a bit of fun with the maanav jaati, but is brought to book by a samosa-devouring rotund Motu and his rather slim, though somewhat less bhola companion called Patlu. They have in their troupe, a Sindhi speaking gent, a Bengali babu moshai and a Tamil-spouting Singham cop.
Well, a well-meaning scientist gives them wristbands that allow them to understand animals ( In your face, FitBit and Dr Doolittle! ) and they proceed to converse with the rather scaredy big cat, Guddu, who’d love nothing than to be free to live as he pleases.
But no, do-gooders Motu Patlu will have none of it and proceed to transport him to a national park. Guddu passes by a jungle and after fooling Motu, makes a run for it.
Meanwhile, the king of the jungle, Singha ( another lion, but a lion in the true sense of the word, regal roar and everything) keeps his rather fraidy animal subjects safe from all dangers. Principally one. A hunter called Narsimha, who loves his takiya kalaam ( so 70s, but still! ) that goes thus: ’Koi samjhe na hum zero hain, hum villain nahin, hum hero hain! ’ Okay then.