Boara Boara (LAoTaP)/Transcript

This is the Transcript of Boara Boara (LAoTaP).

[The episode starts at an island. A box washes on shore and when it opens, Timon comes out on skis, while Pinkipoo is on Mermadonna's back]

Timon: ♪ HEY! Jingle Bells... ♪

Pinkipoo: ♪ ..Jingle bells.... ♪

Mermadonna: ♪ Jingle all the way. ♪

Pumbaa: ♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride... ♪

Timon: ♪ In a one-horse open sleeeeeiiiigh. ♪

[Timon skis up to a tree]

Timon: Hey..!

Pumbaa: Hey, Timon. Look at the size of this snowflake.

Foiletta: Uh, that's not a snowflake.

[Ryan looks at her]

Ryan F-Freeman: It's a starfish.

[Timon facepalms then skis off the tree pass Pumbaa. Timon goes into the box and comes out on a surfboard. He plays a tune on the guitar]

Timon: A wiki-wacky weekend is what's in store for we~

A wiki-wacky weekend~

Ryan and Pumbaa: Guess we're not gonna ski~

Timon: That's right, you two. Instead of hittin' the slopes.

[He plays a note]

Foiletta: We'll hit the beach.

Timon: Exactly!

Pinkipoo: [shows Pumbaa a coat hanger] Here, put on this sarong.

Pumbaa: What sarong? (What's a-wrong)

Timon: Nothin'! What's a wrong with you?

[Both Foiletta and Timon laugh, while Pinkipoo and Ryan rolls their eyes]

Timon: Oh, the classics never die.

Ryan F-Freeman: They never do, don't they?

[Meg nods]

Robbinyu: Uh, Timon, what are you doing?

[Timon rummaged through the suitcase, he pulled out a red cloth with yellow owers and tosses it to Pumbaa. He also gets a sombrero and sunglasses]

Pumbaa: Ahhh, this is the life, Timon.

[Pumbaa inhales then exhales]

Meg Griffin: Fresh ocean air, lust vegetation and not a soul to be seen for miles around.

Gleam: Well said, Meg.

[Three tribe natives are spying on Pumbaa, and were mumbling about something, back to Timon and friends, Timon was unpacking]

Timon: Our own unspoiled tropical paradise, untainted by the outside world.

Liam: Yes, sir.

[Timon sips his pineapple drink]

Blizzaria: When it comes to a day in the beach, we do things right, Pumbaa.

Timon: Right, Pumbaa?

[Pumbaa is gone]

Pinkipoo: Pumbaa?

Meg Griffin: Where did he run off to?

Timon: Pumbaa! Pumbaa! Pumbaa!! [looks around, panicked]

Ryan F-Freeman: I am sure he is not done some tricks with Maple.

[Timon chatters his teeth and shakes, dropping his pineapple drink in the process]

Timon: PUMBAA!!

Nodoka: We have to find him.

[Meanwhile, Pumbaa is tied to a plate with an apple in his mouth. The three natives pull out their knives and cut onions and they land on the plate beside him. Then, the Native Chief shows up from his hut, climbs onto the table, looks at Pumbaa then hits the three natives on the head]

The Native Chief: Bungala, bungala. You goofs!

[He points at a giant gold idol of a warthog, Pumbaa spits the apple out of his mouth]

Pumbaa: Does this mean I'm no longer the main course?

[To Timon, he cuts a few vines]

Timon: Take courage, Pumbaa, ol pal. I, Timon, your fearless friend will find and rescue you.

Foiletta: Don't cut the....

[Timon cuts the vine he is holding]

Foiletta: ....Other vine you're holding.

[Timon falls. He is trying to keep the alligator jaws open. He uses a stick for support]

Timon: You've got to be brave.

[It fails and the alligator's jaw snap shut. Next, Timon lifted up a boulder]

Timon: You've got to be strong!

[That also fails, the boulder crushes him. At the grass]

Ryan F-Freeman: Oh, grass.

[Timon comes out]

Timon: You've got to be.... kidding.

Liam: Look over there.

Foiletta: It's Pumbaa.

[They see the natives bowing to Pumbaa like he is the king]

Meg Griffin: Look like the natives think Pumbaa is their king.

[Pinkipoo was bowing to Pumbaa

Liam: Pinkipoo, what are you doing?

[The others were bowing as well, except for Ryan, Meg and Liam]