21 Things You Forgot About In 'Jungle 2 Jungle'

I swear! It's in the credits. Whodathunk. He plays Richard Kempster, Cromwell's super-stressed colleague with a penchant for expensive exotic fish. It's crazy.

In the opening of the film we see Cromwell's place of work and learn that though he might not live in the outside jungle, he lives in a metaphorical one. While Cromwell and partner Kempster battle all the other stock guys, jungle-y music plays and chaos ensues. It's almost like it's a jungle full of wild animals. Deep stuff.

As always when watching a movie from before 2001, it's pretty weird to see the World Trade Center, but at the same time, it's kind of nice.

Credits coming in for the clutch, yet again. Apparently J2J is based on Un Indien Dans La Ville, which seems like pretty much the same thing as the American version but set in Paris instead.

Like seriously, who does that?

Who knew pigs could be so scary looking? This terrifying baby pig is made even more off-putting due to Michael's comment: "As much as I'd like to stick around for the circumcision, I've got a canoe waiting." Referencing the circumcision of a pig just seems wrong. Right?

From Cromwell's exclaimation of "Holy Kaopectate" (a diarrhea medication) in lieu of munching on Amazonian delicacies to a guy in Cromwell's office screaming, "He's doing a Fay Wray!" (King Kong actor) when Mimi climbs out the window of a skyscraper, there's tons of stuff for the grownups to grab on to.

He named himself. He. Named. Himself.

I don't care if you're sleeping in a hammock outside, take your shoes off. Keeping them on can't be good for your feet, even if they did cost $500.

Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, maybe put your hairy monstrosity in a box that actually latches so it won't keep sneaking out and terrifying everyone.

It took me halfway through J2J to figure out that Mimi was not in fact Jonathan Taylor Thomas. I swear I remember J.T.T. being in this movie. Guys, I think this is one of those Shazaam/Kazaam moments.

You probably blocked it out, but here the visual is again, for your viewing pleasure. You're welcome (?)

I am honestly not sure if you're actually allowed to be on an airplane flying to New York City in only a loincloth. There's got to be a shoes and shirts policy, right?

Why does anyone ever sleep in bed? Hammock life looks so much more fun.

Oh, what? Is that Peter Gabriel crooning with a bizarre jungle remix? Yes. Yes it is.

You'd really think the National Parks Service would not let that be such an easy feat.

Nothing puts the fun in an estranged-father-son-bonding in the big city quite like the most diverse dance party Central Park has ever seen.

I think that as a child, I might not have picked up on the fact that the caviar dealer with a lot of cash was apart of the Russian mob, even though Cromwell explicitly freaks out on his business partner for attempting to get financially involved with the intimidating Alex Jovanovic. Huh.

He never seems to learn from his mistakes and continues to use his blowpipe, misfiring time and time again. He finally gets a fly in the jungle of the stock market, but also manages to knock out his boss. Put the blowpipe down, Michael.

Mimi falls for Richard Kempster's daughter, and their adolescent smooch lakeside is all kinds of adorable.

Mimi and his mama always seem to have a monkey in their mitts, just real casual. It's almost endearing.