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This is the film script for Ryan's Adventures of The Lion King 3: Hakuna Matata.

Script[]

Opening/To before the beginning[]

Timon's Origins/"Digga Tunnah"[]

Sentry duty/"That's All I Need"/Hyena attack/Timon leaves his home[]

[Cut to the lookout rock, under a small tree. Uncle Max is demonstrating the duties of the sentry]

Uncle Max: [demonstrating] Scurry, sniff, flinch! Scurry, sniff, flinch!

[Timon rolls his eyes]

Uncle Max: Scurry, sniff, flinch! Good. Now... what do we do if we see a hyena?

Timon: Scream "Mommy!".

Uncle Max: That's right, mister! Because the world out there is fraught with danger. Fraught, I tell you!

Timon: [aside, to the camera, over Uncle Max; sarcastically] Oh, boy. It's the Fraught Fest.

Uncle Max: [furiously pantomiming] Even all bloodthirsty hyenas are waiting to rip us limb from limb!

Timon: [applauding sarcastically] Bra-vo, Uncle Max. Way to sell it to the cheap seats.

Uncle Max: [in his face] Applaud now, sonny boy. [quiet and severe] But try clapping when you don't have any hands! [turns and leaves]

[Timon gulps, looking at his hands. Then he takes up his position on the rock]

Timon: Scurry, sniff, flinch.

[He looks around. Nothing happens]

Timon: Scurry, sniff, flinch.

[marimbas begin; Timon starts to get into it]

Timon: Huh... I like the sound of that. Scurry, sniff, flinch. {He begins dancing more and more flamboyantly} Scurry, sniff, flinch. Scurry, sniff, flinch. Scurry, sniff, flinch!

[The song "That's All I Need" begins]

Timon: [singing] There's more to life than panic

And bein' some other guy's snack—euugh.

[The three hyenas pop up from behind a rock in the background, then disappear again]

Timon: I may be delicious, organic~

But this little entree's fightin' back!~

I'm gonna put diggin' tunnels behind me~

And live at a new altitude~

I'm gonna reach for the stars to remind me~

That meerkats are not merely food!~

For once I'll be...~ [steps onto a cloud and surfs into a fantasy waterfall setting]

Lookin' out for me... yeah!~

I'll tell you what I want~

This cat is movin' on~

He's a bon vivant~

Who's missin' out on bon~

I'd be a bigger cheese~

Far from the desert scene~

A little cooling breeze~

A little patch of green!~

And I'll be snoozin' in my hammock by a rippling stream~

Many miles from any tunnel and the digging team~

Looking after number one will be my only creed~

That's all I need {slurps up some bugs}

That's all I need!~

[Dancing the "Shuffle Off to Buffalo"] I've always been good at runnin' away~

Well, now I'm gonna run the show-ow~

I've always been seen as the ultimate prey~

But now my status ain't so quo!~

[The fantasy and the music dissolve as he improvises, unaware that the three hyenas have surrounded him]

Timon: [improvising] A dream sublime...~

It's hyena tiiime...~ oh!

Shenzi: [clapping] Oh, look it's dinner and a show!

Banzai: And I thought beans were the only musical food.

Ed (The Lion King): {incoherently} Ooh-oooh!

Timon: {frozen in fear} Hy... Hy... Hy...

Shenzi: Well, hi to you too! [smacks Timon, who goes rolling down the hill]

Timon: Ayy! Ohh! Ow! Okay...

Uncle Max: This is no time for horseplay, Timon. You're supposed to be up there lookin' out for...

[He sees them approaching, snickering]

Uncle Max: Hyenas!!!

Meerkats: (they all pop up in terror) Aaaaahhh!

[The meerkat colony runs around in a mad chaotic dash for cover}

Banzai: Whoa, look at 'em scramble.

Shenzi: And that's just how I like 'em...

[A group of meerkats, led by Uncle Max, crash in a line right into Shenzi's snout]

Meerkats: Aah! Ooh! Uhh!

Shenzi: ...Scrambled. [She slurps them, lifting Uncle Max into the air]

Meerkats: Uhh!

Shenzi: [seeing the whole colony scrambling about] ...And a little bit runny.

[The group of meerkats goes running by, followed by the laughing hyenas, passing Timon who's standing there covering his head]

Meerkats: Hyenas!

[A hand reaches up and grabs Timon; he strains to stay where he is, but gradually the hand manages to drag him head-first into a hole. It's Ma.]

Ma: Get in here! What are you, a meshugginah?

[Ed guards a hole, and snaps at a bunch of meerkats who jump into it one at a time; he misses all of them, but blocks the hole before Uncle Max can get in]

Ma: Stumpy?

Stumpy: Here!

Ma: Flinchy?

Flinchy: Here!

Ma: Swifty?

Swifty: Here!

Ma: Oh, what a relief. Everybody's... [gasps] Where's Uncle Max?

[Uncle Max is outside, running for his life as the three hyenas pursue him}

Uncle Max: Aaaaahh!

[Uncle Max makes desperately for a second tunnel entrance, where a bunch of meerkats appear and gasp at the sight]

Meerkat #1: Max! Run for your life!

Meerkat #2: Play dead!

Meerkat #3: Ándale!

Meerkat #4: Almost there!

[The screen switches suddenly to the PBS channel, where Fred Rogers having a Neighborhood Trolley]

Mister Rogers on TV: Did you ever feel the way Priscilla cow felt.

[Timon and Pumbaa are back in the silhouetted theater seats]

Meg Griffin: Huh?

Ryan Freestar: Someone changed the channel.

Foiletta:

Timon: Hey, what's going on?

Foiletta: But someone is "sitting" on the "remote"!!

Timon: Pumbaa, you're sitting on the remote!

Pumbaa: Huh? Oh, sorry. I thought it was a brownie.

[He clicks the remote; we switch back to the scene of Uncle Max's impending demise]

Meerkat #5: You've got it, Max!

[Max is overtaken by the hyenas; the meerkats all shield their eyes as we hear crunching sounds. Switch to the inside of the burrow, where the meerkats stand in shock; suddenly, Max drops from the ceiling, the fur bitten off his tail]

Meerkat: Max!

Uncle Max: I flinched when I should have scurried. [collapse]

Foiletta: That must've hurt.

[The others nods. The hyenas, guffawing, are walking off]

Banzai: Ha ha! Oh, man! It just never gets old, does it?

Shenzi: Ooh, the classics never do, honey.

[Camera pans down to where Timon is standing in the midst of all the angry meerkats]

Timon: I, uh... I guess I owe everyone an apology. [pause] All right, so I made a teensy mistake. Like we all haven't broken into song on sentry duty before. Ha ha ha... come on. Let me have a show of hands.

[The meerkats all wander off, disgusted; Timon tries to change tactics]

Timon: Okay. ...Maybe it's a little too soon, but I'm sure we're all gonna laugh about this someday. Trust me.

[Uncle Max and the meerkats are all staring at him severely. Soft, emotional music plays]

Uncle Max: I did trust you.

Timon: [pause] But...

[The meerkats all silently file out, except for Ma. Timon sighs. Scene switch to the rock outside, where Timon is hunched; Ma emerges from the hole and approaches him]

Ma: Ohh. Aw, sweetie.

Timon: I'm never gonna fit in here. Nobody even likes me.

Ma: Sure they do, honey. Sure they do!

Timon: Besides you, Ma.

Ma: Uh, besides me? Um, there's, uh...

Timon: I have to find my place; but it isn't here.

Ma: Yes it is. We just haven't found it yet. But we will... [combs his hair again] Oh, here's an idea. You can run a trail—

Timon: [impatient] Stop with the hair already. My place is out there, Ma. Oh, I may not know exactly where or how far, but I gotta go!

Ma: (desperate to try one last idea) No, wait, wait, wait. I know. If we just...

Timon: {pointed} Ma.

Ma: [pauses, then acquiesces] Well, I hope you find what you're looking for, honey.

[Music turns sweet as Timon comes back to embrace her.]

Ma: Ooh. Ooh, I love you. Mmm!

Timon: I love you, Ma.

[Ma keeps hugging him, tighter and tighter until we start to hear crunching sound effects]

Ma: Oh, Timmy. My Timmy. Mmm-mmm...

Timon: [strained, muffled] Mom... choking... not breathing...

Ma: Ooh. Mmm. Mmm-mmm.

Timon: {aside} And people wonder why I have issues.

[The embrace finally ends.]

Timon: (reassuring) I'll be okay!

Ma: Oh, I know you will! (wistful) You will.

[Ma slowly lets go of Timon's hands. Timon turns away, then begins striding purposefully away into the sunset as traveling music ("Timon's Traveling Theme") begins.]

Ma: [calling after him] Be careful!

Timon: I will!

[Timon marches on a bit further.]

Ma: Don't talk to strangers!

Timon: I know, Ma!

[Timon marches a bit more]

Ma: Remember, wash behind your ears!

[The music slows; Timon turns impatiently]

Timon: Ma, I'm not a kid anymore!

[He resumes marching]

Ma: Never go swimming without a buddy!

Timon: Got it!

Ma: (almost inaudible) Send us a message— [indistinct]

Timon: (exasperated) Oy!

[He turns back and shouts at the top of his lungs]

Timon: What?!

Ma: I said, send us a message!

Timon: What?!

[Ma tried to yell something but Timon didn't hear]

Timon: (turns back to his path, waves her off) Goodbye, Ma!!

[Timon sets off in earnest as African music plays triumphantly. He reaches the open grasslands.]

Back at the beginning/Arrive at Pride Rock/Pumbaa's special power[]

[The sunrise starts again]

Male singer: Nants ingonyama bagithi baba~

Back-up singers: Sithi uhhmm ingonyama~

Pumbaa and Timon enter the scene, walking across the sunrise from left to right]

Pumbaa: [voice] Okay, so now we're back at the beginning. Right, Timon?

Timon: [voice] Oh, you got that right, pally.

Male singer: Ingonyama~

Timon: [voice, narrating] At last, things were looking up. I had the sun on my shoulders, the wind at my heels, a song in my heart.

[Timon and Pumbaa freak out as the animals all bear down on them]

Timon: Aah!

Pumbaa: Aah!

[Pumbaa races out from under all the roaring and screeching animals as they rush past; Timon rides on his back. Timon steers Pumbaa as he says this line]

Timon: [narrating] And to protect me, a great, big, fat guy!

[Pumbaa pauses the movie. Cut back to the silhouettes]

Pumbaa: (shocked) You really think I look fat?

Timon: Uhh, Pumbaa, Pumbaa, Pumbaa. You're a pig. It's a compliment!

Pumbaa: (mollified) Oh-ho-ho. Thank you!

[Pumbaa resumes the movie. Pride Rock rises before the two of them as the crest a small hill; a deep lion roar sounds.]

Female singer: It's the Circle of Life~ And it moves us all...~

Timon: Whoo-hoo! There it is, the big pointy rock! Oh, baby, we're almost there.

Female singer: Through despair and...~

[A record-needle scratching sound accompanies them screeching to a halt as the suddenly see that Pride Rock is surrounded by hundreds of animals]

Pumbaa: I think we're a little late.

Timon: It's a land rush. That loud-mouthed monkey! He must've blabbed it to the whole world!

Pumbaa: What exactly did he say?

Timon: [mimics Rafiki] Look beyond what you see.

Pumbaa: So maybe you're supposed to look beyond rhe big pointy rock.

Timon: [as though he came up with it himself] Maybe I'm supposed to look beyond the big pointy rock!

Pumbaa: Hmm?

Timon: Well... let's have a little look, shall we? Beyond what I see... beyond what I see... beyond what I see...

[Camera pans past Pride Rock (where Rafiki is carrying Simba to the tip of the promontory) and all the gathered animals to a small hill with a little cave in it right behind the Rock.]

Timon: Oh ho! What do you know? The monkey's got an eagle eye for real estate!

Pumbaa: [indicating the impending ceremony] Timon, look!

Timon: He-he-hey! It's the monkey!

Pumbaa: What's that he's holdin' up?

Timon: Aw, who cares? It's not important. Come on! My dream home awaits.

[They approach the gathering of animals from behind, rising in front of them like a wall. Pumbaa nervously shrinks back away from them.]

Pumbaa: Uh... I don't do so well in crowds. Maybe we better go around.

Timon: Don't you know the shortest distance between me and my dream home is a straight line? Follow me!

[He leads Pumbaa straight into the breach]

Animal #1: Oh.

Timon: Excuse me!

Animal #2: Ow.

Animal #3: Hello!

Animal #4: Goodness.

Timon: Make room, make room. Watch it, Twiggy. I'm walkin' here!

[The Animals snort and glower at them as they push their way through the crowd. Suddenly Pumbaa's stomach gurgles fiercely; he sits down in "emergency" mode]

Pumbaa: (miserably)Ahem... Timon? There's something I gotta tell ya.

Timon: Pumbaa, Pumbaa, Pumbaa. We'll have a plenty of time to chat once we settle in.

Pumbaa: [stomach gurgles more; he starts to panic] I could really use a rest stop.

Timon: [trying to get him back on track] Don't worry. You'll get your second wind.

Pumbaa: [breaking out in sweat] Ohh! I got a really bad feeling!

Timon: It'll pass. Trust me! It'll pass. [tries to grab Pumbaa but he grabs his tail]

[Pumbaa releases a massive fart. An elephant freaks out and trumpets. All the animals immediately around them cough and collapse, followed by the ones a little farther away—wildebeests,giraffes, and rhinos.]

Zebra #1: Oh, look. The rhinos are bowing.

Zebra #2: Ooh, we'd better bow, too.

[The zebras bow, followed by the antelope in front of them, then more wildebeests, elephants, and the whole rest of the gathered crowd, all laid out in splendid array as seen from the perspective of Mufasa, Rafiki, and Zazu at the tip of the promontory]

Zazu: Look, sire, how they kneel before the royal son.

[Timon and Pumbaa stand at the epicenter of what looks like a nuclear blast; a slight hissing sound is heard, as well as groans and coughs. We see that the hissing is Timon's hair on fire, fizzling down to his scalp.]

Timon: [goes suddenly from aghast to thrilled] So, I guess that's your special power, huh? What a weapon!

Pumbaa: Uh, you mean, you don't mind?

Timon: Ha ha! Are you kidding? It was a gas! Ha ha ha ha ha!

Pumbaa: [his spirits rising a little] Well, I don't like to toot my own horn...

Timon: Yeah, that's probably for the best. [Pause for a beat.] Let's go, Pumbaa!

Pumbaa: Lead the way!

[Timon and Pumbaa wind their way through the prostrate animals as the beams of sunlight fall on Simba high atop the promontory above them. Dissolve to the piled rocks that mark Timon's new dream-home spot.]

Timon: This is it, buddy-boy. Home sweet home! And I don't gotta share it with anybody. Ha ha ha!

Pumbaa: Don't you get, you know, lonely out here?

Timon: Lonely? Try commitment-free. [ties up a hammock and lies down] The elbow-to-elbow life reminds me a little too much of home. This place has everything. Cool refreshments [Pumbaa hands him a massive bowl of slush], cozy little hammock, a lovely water feature—and it's all mine.

Pumbaa: Oh. {takes in the fact that he's not being factored in; tries to handle it bravely} Well... it's really coming together, Timon, so, uh, so I guess I'll just be going. {walks off slowly}

Timon: Wait a minute, now wait-wa-wait. There's no law that says you have to go. I mean, if you want—

Pumbaa: [zipping back immediately] Ooh, great! I already made up two beds!

[The camera shows the two grass beds, one much bigger than the other]

Pumbaa: One for you, and one for me.

Timon: [yawns luxuriantly] Ohh! Gee, all this construction work has me bushed. Think I'll turn in early.

[He crawls over the smaller bed and makes himself comfortable in the larger, Pumbaa-sized bed]

Timon: Ahh! Yeah...

[Pumbaa circles around twice, then somehow stuffs himself into the smaller bed. A leg pops out sideways, but he gets comfortable anyway.]

Pumbaa: Ahh... Good night.

Timon: Sleep tight.

Pumbaa: Dream of bedbugs tonight.

Timon: Ahh.

[They fall asleep. Dissolve to the exterior of the cave; camera trucks out slowly as the scene gradually switches to daylight.]

Timon: [narrating] Home sweet home indeed.

Timon and Pumbaa found their dream home/"Hakuna Matata"/Timon and Pumbaa rescue Simba[]

[The camera sees Timon and Pumbaa sleeping as night turns to day. Timon wakes up and stretches]

Timon: [cracking his back] Uhh! [stretching] Uhh! Ooh! Aw, well. It's too bad we never found that perfect place. Why'd we ever listen to that stupid monkey?

Pumbaa: [waking up, gasping] I think maybe you're giving up too soon, Timon.

Timon: [sneering] Beyond what you see...

[Pumbaa grabs his head and spins it around to face what he sees]

Timon: Huh?

Pumbaa: (triumphantly) Remember that place I told you about?

[The camera rotates to show a gorgeous jungle panorama: waterfalls, woods, distant mountains, lush lakes and rivers.]

Timon: Forget about your place. Get a load of what I found! Talk about "beyond what you see"!

[Samba music plays]

Timon: Pumbaa, this is our dream home! [pulling aside vines to demonstrate]Dramatic views! [Pulling vines taut for Pumbaa to swing in them] Your very own porch swing!

[The two of them relaxing in a pool which is bubbling merrily]

Timon: Hot tub and spa! [pulling open a tree to reveal dozens of bugs] Well-stocked cupboard!

[Pumbaa slurps up all the bugs.]

Pumbaa: (mouth full) Let's celebrate!

Timon: [relaxing on a vine stretched across the water] The monkey was right. We found it: the perfect life. [dives into the water]

Pumbaa: [wearing a chef's hat of leaves; stacking bugs on a skewer] I'll just whip up a little something.

Timon: [drying off with a leaf] He had the perfect name for it, too.

Pumbaa: [tossing bugs in a large leaf-bowl] Come and get it!

Timon: Such a wonderful phrase. It had this rhythm: [trying to remember] Laduda Ladada...

Pumbaa: [holding out a leaf-dish] Try this... Hot tuna frittata.

Timon: [not paying attention] Hmm... No, that's not it.

Pumbaa: [adding another bowl of bugs] The spinach armada.

Timon: Quiet, Pumbaa. I'm tryin' to think.

Pumbaa: [setting out a bowl of bug-mush] A spoon of ricotta.

Timon: Two words.

Pumbaa: [another dish] A wormy piccata.

Timon: Six syllables.

Pumbaa: [another dish] Kuhuda colada.

Timon: 12 letters.

Pumbaa: [another] A blue enchalada.

Timon: Rhymes with...

Pumbaa: [another] Legumes on a platter.

Timon: [tapping his head] Think think think...

Pumbaa: [poking his hoof on one of the dishes] This ought to be hotter.

Timon: I forget!

Pumbaa: I gotta lambada!

[Pumbaa starts dancing, trotting sideways until he bumps into Timon; his hat rolls off. Timon grabs hold of his snout and yells.]

Timon: Hey! How can you dance at a time like this? I'm dyin' here! [realises he's gone a bit too far, he lets go and backs off] Ooh. Sorry about that, pal.

Pumbaa: [nonchalant] Hakuna Matata.

Timon: [shakes his head in confusion; cartoonish "Obbidy-obbidy-obbidy" sound effect] ...Come again?

Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata. It means "no worries." Eh— [realises] Ohhh.

[Epiphany music plays, hinting at the inevitable "Hakuna Matata" song. Wipe to the two of them swinging on vines into the water. As they're both in midair, the movie pauses.]

Pumbaa: (off-screen) Hey, Timon. I got an idea. Let's do a sing-along!

Timon: Oh, you tease. [a ladybug appears on-screen, near the words HAKUNA MATATA which appear at the bottom] I love karaoke! I'm there.

Pinkipoo: (off-screen) I'm with you on this one.

Ryan Freestar: (off-screen) Us too, Pinkie. I hope Mio would hear me and my team singing.

Meg Griffin (voice): Me too, my love.

Matau T. Garrison: (off-screen) I hope it would be amazing.

[As the lyrics appear on the screen, over a montage of Timon and Pumbaa enjoying their carefree life, the ladybug hops from syllable to syllable as they sing the words]

Technorganic Elite, Timon and Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata~

What a wonderful phrase~

Hakuna Matata~

Ain't no passing craze~

[The ladybug disappears after dancing across "CRAZE"]

Timon: It means no worries, for the rest of your day—Wait a second.

[Camera pulls back to show the silhouettes. Timon is singing into a microphone; Pumbaa is chewing and crunching on something. Timon pauses the movie.]

Timon: [quietly] Pumbaa... where's the grub?

Pumbaa: Puhh. [opens his mouth; the ladybug staggers out, all mauled up]

Ryan Freestar: Oh gosh. I don't know what Foiletta be like. Huh, guys.

Meg Griffin: Yeah, my love.

[The others agree]

Timon: Ohhh... You just can't help yourself, can you?

Pumbaa: Sorry.

Foiletta: Sheesh...

Pinkipoo: Never a dull moment, huh, Pookivil?

Pookivil: Yeah. (to Timon) You know, Timon. I think Pumbaa needs a bit of self-control.

Timon: Okay... but this time, show a little self control.

[Timon resumes the movie. The bug is now staggering across the words and getting bounced around by the pair's on-screen antics: floating down a river cascade, bungee-jumping on jungle vines, parachuting on leaves, slurping up a long worm and ending in a kiss as in "Lady and the Tramp"]

Timon: Hakuna Matata! Ha-haah!

[Both scream as they bungee-jump]

Timon and Pumbaa: It means no worries, for the rest of your days~

It's our problem-free philosophy~

Hakuna Matata~

[Timon and Pumbaa are on a log]

Timon and Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata~

Hakuna Matata~

Hakuna Matata

Hakuna Matata

Hakuna Matata

Hakuna Matata

Hakuna Matata...

[Sudden cut to a close-up of Ma]

Timon's mom: Hahuna ma-what-a?

[Timon's mom is talking to Rafiki]

Rafiki: Oh ho ho ho ho. It means "No worries."

Ma: [skeptical] I see...

Rafiki: So, I told the boy: To find Hakuna Matata, you must look beyond what you see.

Ma: (understanding) Ohh. A metaphor.

Rafiki: Well, actually, it's not a meta—

[Rafiki gets clocked in the head with his own stick]

Ma: [enraged] You used a metaphor on Timon?! He takes things literally! [panicking] That's it. He's starving out there. I just know it! Max! Timon's out there chasing metaphors. I've gotta go find him!

Uncle Max: [calling from inside a hole; his voice shakes the ground] Are you nuts?!

Ma: [disgusted] Nice to have a supportive family, isn't it? [determined] Well, here I go.

Rafiki: [sagely] Remember, the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step.

Ma: Thanks. Here's my first step: [jumps squarely onto Rafiki's foot]

[Camera cuts to Timon screaming instead of Rafiki}

Timon: Yeeeeoooow!

[Pumbaa is pulling quills out of Timon's butt with his teeth]

Timon: Ay!

Pumbaa: [talking around a quill] Guess bowling for porcupines [spits out the quill] wasn't the best idea, huh?

Timon: Yeah. Gotta be right up there with bobbing for snapping turtles. [Pumbaa plucks out another quill] Aah ha ha ha ha hoo!

Pumbaa: (under his breath) Ohh, that's gonna leave a mark.

[He spits out the quill, then looks up at the sound of buzzards squawking]

Pumbaa: Hey, look, Timon. Buzzards! What do you say? One more round?

[Camera slowly trucks in on the scene in the desert where the buzzards are clustering around what we know to be Young Simba. Ryan, Meg and friends are with Simba resting]

Timon: (sarcastically) Oh, sure. There must be some part of me we haven't injured yet.

Pumbaa: Oh, please? {waggling his tail} Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please?

Timon: [stretching wearily] Nah, Pumbaa. I'm beat. You go ahead; I'm callin' it a day. [plucks out one last quill] Aiee!

Pumbaa: [whimpering] But it's no fun alone.

[He starts to sob and whine like a dog. He begins to turn away, but just then Timon runs back and jumps up on his head.]

Timon: Aw, why not? One more run won't change our lives!

[Pumbaa, with Timon riding on top, goes charging into the desert towards the buzzards.]

Both: Yaaaah!

[The movie pauses just as they reach the camera. Timon begins narrating.]

Timon: [offscreen] Who knows why fate led us to little Simba that day? [Scene switches, slide-show style, to Pumbaa lifting Young Simba on his tusks, Timon looking terrified.] Maybe it was just my love of adventure... [Switch to Simba roaring in the jungle, Timon leaping up in terror] or my innate courage... [Stills show more scenes of Simba terrifying the fur off Timon] ...my valiant and fearless way of... okay, who's in charge of the freeze-frames?! [freeze on Timon doing a freakish wild-take pinned up against a tree root]

Pumbaa: [offscreen] Sorry.

Timon: [offscreen] Anywho...

[The film resumes]

Timon: [offscreen] Rescuing Simba was a cinch. Then came the really scary part.

[Dramatic music plays and it ends]

Timon: [offscreen] Parenthood.

TBA/Snail slurping[]

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Timon: Ooh. Sonny boy. I invented Hakuna Matata.

Simba: Oh yeah? Well, I perfected it.

Timon: [laying with his eyes closed] Sure you did. Sure you did. [to Pumbaa] Pumbaa, who holds the record for the world's longest bug belch?

Pumbaa: Uh, that would be Simba.

Timon: Alrighty then. Who's the champion at slug swallowing?

Pumbaa: Simba again.

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Timon: Cricket crunching?

Pumbaa: Simba.

Timon: Grub gulping?

Pumbaa: Simba.

Timon: Maggot munching?

Pumbaa: Still Simba.

Timon: Snail slurping?

Pumbaa: Oh. Uh.. Nobody. We never had a snail eating contact before.

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Pumbaa: I don't think this is such a good idea.

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Pumbaa snail: I told you this wasn’t such a good idea.

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Timon: Is this the little boy I carried?

Pumbaa: When did he grow to be so tall?

TBA/[]

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Timon: She's making those eyes.

Pumbaa: He's smiling that smile.

Timon: They're laughing… and hugging… and… and…

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Timon: And if he falls in love tonight

[Pumbaa sniffs once]

Timon: It can be assumed

Pumbaa: His carefree days with us are history

Timon and Pumbaa: In short, our pal is dooooooooooooooooooooomed


Simba becomes king/The Merkats' new home/Happy ending[]

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Uncle Max: Crane spreads its wings. Turns with dainty hands.

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Meerkats: Digga tunnah, Dig, digga tunnah

We're never gonna dig another tunnah

Digga tunnah, Dig, digga tunnah

Nevermore the hyena come

Sing the phrases of great Timon

The bravest meerkat we've ever known

Never dreamed he'd helped Simba shine

Pumbaa: Proved it's cool to hang out with swine!

Meerkats: Accidentally saved the day

Timon: Planned it so it would look that way

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Timon: [voice] Well, that's it. The big wrap up. The happy ending. The grand finale.

Pumbaa: [voice] It's over already?

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Timon: Well, Pumbaa. That's the thing about endings. They come at the end.

Pumbaa: Oh! Can we watch it again?

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Ma: You didn't tell me you were watching the movie. I wanna watch too.

Timon: Ma, we just finished. Show's over.

Ma: [grabs the remote] Well, you're just gotta have to rewind it! [starts rewinding the movie]

Timon: Ma!

Ma: [yelling for Max] Uncle Max! We're gonna watch the movie!

Timon: Oh no!

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Uncle Max: [arrives with Popcorn] Hey, I brought extra butter!

Simba: [shows up] Hey, you guys are watching the movie?

Rafiki: [shows up on a vine] Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo! Any story worth telling is worth telling twice.

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Timon: Okay, buddy. You win.

Pumbaa: Sure you don't mind? [gives the remote to Timon]

Timon: Hakuna Matata. [starts the film at the start]

Someone offscreen: Shh.

Somone: Sorry.

Pumbaa: Uh, Timon..

[The scene fades to black]

Pumbaa: [voice] I still don't do so well in crowds.

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