A/N:Okay, so I just watched How To Train Your Dragon not to long ago and I came up with this. A Lion King version of it, please leave a review and tell me what you think.

This, is the Pride Lands. It's twelve days north of Hopeless, and a few degrees north of burning to death. It's located solidly on the land of misery. My home. In a word; sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, probably even longer. We have sparring, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have vultures or hyenas. We have...

"Rogues."

Most animals would leave. Not us. We're lions. We have stubbornness issues. My name's Mheetu. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off intruders and evil spirits. Like our charming pridelander demeanor wouldn't do that.

"Arggghhhhh! Mornin'!"

"What are you doing here!?"

"Get inside!"

"Get back inside!"

That's my everyday life when rogues attack. You'll find out later.

"Mheetu!? What is he doing out again?! What are you doing out?! Get inside!"

That's Mufasa. King of the pride. They say that when he was a cub he popped a hyena's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes I do.

"What have we got?"

"1thief, cub napper. Oh, and Zira saw a Flaming Terror."

"Any Night Stalkers?"

"None so far."

"Good."

"Ah! Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off."

"Who me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this."

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?"

The meathead with attitude and quick paws is Malka. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well... littler.

"We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack."

A group of teens ran around with the adults trying to put out fires.

Oh and that's Tojo, Kovu. The twins Chumvi and Kula, and... job is so much cooler.

"Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark."

The large pale orange lion narrowed his orange eyes at the light cream teen. "Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places."

Mheetu looked out of the cave he was in at the young lions fighting the fires. "Please, two minutes. I'll kill a rogue. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date."

"You can't run without tripping. You can't your paw right..." Malka inhaled and exhaled. "you can't even pounce correctly."

The light creamy teen nodded. "Okay fine, but..." Mheetu put his paws on a boulder that was connected to it. Life a sling shot. "...this will do it all for me."

By putting his paw on the boulder, it accidentally went off.

"Arggh!"

Malka shook his head, his black mane whipping back and forth. "See, now this right here is what I'm talking about."

Mheetu rolled his green eyes. "Mild calibration issue-"

"Mheetu. If you ever want to get out there to fight rogues, you need to stop all..." the pale orange lion paused for a moment. "...this."

"But you just pointed to all of me!"

Malka nodded. "Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you."

The young light cream teen glared at the older lion. "Ohhhh..."

"Ohhhhh, yes."

"You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw... lion contained. There will be consequences!"

Malka grunted before heading towards the cave entrance. "I'll take my chances."

One day I'll get out there. Because killing a rogue is everything around here. A Thief head is sure to get me at least noticed. Cub Nappers are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend. A Prey Terrorist? Exotic. They always terrorized in two, twice the status.

"They found the antelope."

And then there's the Flaming Terror. Only the best lions go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting everything on fire.

A large golden furred, red mane lion roared. "Make sure the other prey are safe! I'll take care of this."

But the ultimate prize is the rouge no one has ever seen. We call it the-

A creamy tan lioness growled. "Night Stalker! Get down!"

From the shadows came flying towards the fighting pride was a flaming stick.

This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and...never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Stalker. That's why I'm going to be the first.

"Man the fort, Mheetu, they need me out there!" Before the the pale orange lion left he turned and glared at the sitting teen. "Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean."

Mheetu rolled his eyes when Malka left. Did really think he was going to stay put. The light cream teen grabbed a vine that was attached to the boulder and pulled it out of the cave.

A light tan lion caught sight of him and snarled. "Mheetu, where are you going!"

"Come back here!"

Mheetu grunted with the vine between his teeth. "I know. Be right back!"

Mufasa hadn't noticed the run away teen. But growled with authority. "Mind yourselves! The devils still have some juice in them."

Mheetu had gotten good into the Pride Lands. His paw on the launcher. "Come on. Gimme something to shoot at, gimme something to shoot at."

A shadow against the night threw something on fire to the west. Mheetu moved the launcher and and hit it. A distance roar echoed through the darkness.

"Oh I hit it! Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?" The sound of snarling caused the teen to turn and see a large red lion with a darker red mane with a flaming stick in his mouth. "Except for you."

Mheetu ran off screaming with the Flaming Terror roaring behind him. This caught the attention of Mufasa. The golden furred lion sighed heavily before looking towards a dark cream lioness, she and a few others had a couple of Thieves caught.

"DO NOT let them escape!"

Not waiting for a reply the king ran after the two. Mheetu hid behind a tall, wide tree. The Flaming Terror roared causing the grass around to move. Mheetu looked around the side when it got quiet. The teen stiffed up when he felt someone breathe on him. Before the red lion could strike he was tackled by Mufasa. The Flaming Terror reached for his burning stick and threw it. Mufasa and Mheetu ducked. Letting the stick hit the tree.

Mufasa glared at the red lion before growling. "You're all out."

Mufasa swiped at the Flaming Terror. The lion ducked before getting a hit to the face. The lion roared with a whimper before running off.

Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know...

The flaming stick from earlier had burned the base of the tree causing it to fall and slide down the hill it was on. Mheetu grimaced at the destruction the tree caused and pinned his dark brown rimmed ears from the screaming of his pride members. Before looking at a glaring king.

"Sorry, dad."