THE LION KING 2 1/2
INTRODUCTION
HEADING BACK HOME
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After four long years of living at Pride Rock with the other lions and lionesses, Timon and Pumbaa decided that it was best to start heading home. Now, as the narrator, I don't mean that they will be sticking themselves underground and call that home. As in going back to the brand new home they found two years ago for Timon`s colony to live at. After helping Simba in taking care of his daughter, Timon and Pumbaa decide that it was best to retire and spend the rest of their days in Hakuna Matata.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Timon said, pausing the screen, "Who hired this person to be the narrator? She sounds like the type of person that likes to make things boring."
"A lot of narrator's like to make the story sound sophisticated, so they prefer telling us about it in a certain way," Pumbaa explained.
"Well, it sounds stupid to me. I don't like it. It's too boring. A little too plain. Besides, I hate it when people try to sound sophisticated. If the audience hears them telling the story like that, they'll demand for their money back."
"What do you think we should do?"
"I have one idea, but I don't think you'll like it."
"I'm all ears."
"We should cut out the narration part and let the audience fend for themselves. Who wants to hear somebody tell them the story, anyway? They have eyes. They can see what's going on."
"Not everybody can see the whole picture, Timon. What if somebody wears glasses and they accidentally left them at home? They'll have to rely on somebody to explain to them what's going on."
Timon sighed. "Pumbaa, how many times must I tell you? Quit going so deep into the facts and details. You bore people to death doing that."
"I thought it was an important thing people should know about."
"Why must you act so serious about everything?"
"There are moments where I like to go straight to the point, Timon."
Timon sighs again. "Okay, let's just make this short and sweet. We'll fire the old narrator and tell the story ourselves. How does that sound?"
"Oh, I like the sound of that."
"Okay, Pumbaa, are you ready?"
"Ready!"
"Three... two... one... and ACTION!"
Timon plays the movie as it shows them a picture of Pride Rock. At that moment, they forgot why the movie started at the particular setting.
"Wait, why are we starting the movie here?" Timon asked.
"This is where Simba threw us that farewell party, since we're about to leave," Pumbaa said.
"Oh, okay. Here we go." Timon clears his throat. "In this part of the movie, we're at the top of Pride Rock, saying goodbye to our dear friends. Well, only a few of them were our friends, but we mostly just said a quick goodbye to the animals in the savanna. Once we told Simba we were leaving, he threw us a party, and being the party animal that I am, I decided to take it up a notch."
The screen started coming up close on Timon and Pumbaa, who looked as though they were standing on top of a stage. Timon was wearing a flowered necklace as well as Pumbaa. Pumbaa was beating on logs as he was pretending they were drums. Timon had a microphone made of a coconut and log with leaves around them as they sang their most favorite song to the crowd down below.
Hakuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata!
Ain't no passing craze
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
"Thank you, everybody!" Timon shouted, "Now for everyone here that's a big fan of his, let's give it up for my best friend, Pumbaa the warthog. Cheer for him, everybody." The crowd cheered as Timon continued to speak. "Now this little tune is just for him."
When he was a young warthog
When I was a young warthog
He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal
He could clear the savannah after every meal
I'm a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned
And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind
And, oh, the shame
Thought of changin' my name
And I got downhearted
Every time that I... Hey, Pumbaa, not in front of the kids
Oh, sorry
Hakuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata!
Ain't no passing craze
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata, Hakuna Matata, Hakuna Matata, Hakuna Matata
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuuuuuuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuuuuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata!
The crowd cheered them on. Timon paused the movie again and looked at Pumbaa.
"Pumbaa, I have to say that we are great at having a musical talent," Timon said, "We should start up a band."
"Okay," Pumbaa said, "I'll have to keep a close eye on my schedule, but I think a band might be able to fit in."
"Oh, Pumbaa, sometimes I just don't know about you."
Timon turned the movie back on and switched around to where Simba was standing in front of them with Zazu on his shoulder. He smiled down at Timon and Pumbaa as they bowed in respect.
"Timon the meerkat and Pumbaa the warthog, thank you for all you hard work and dedication," Simba said, "You've done well to honor and take care of Pride Rock for a while. Now, it's time you both depart home. Farewell, good friends."
"I hope you both live long and happy lives," Zazu said.
"I hope that, too," Timon said, "We'll miss you guys."
"I'll miss all of you most of all," Pumbaa said, bursting into tears.
Simba hugged the both of them for a hug that could fit all three of them. Zazu even joined in with them. Once they broke apart, it was time to say farewell to everyone and everything. Timon and Pumbaa walked through the trail as they passed the animals of Africa that came to see them one last time. Once Timon and Pumbaa were out of sight, they began singing a song to keep them occupied for the long journey towards home.
We-de-de-de
De-de-de-de-de
De-we-um-um-a-way
We-de-de-de
De-de-de-de-de
We-um-um-a-way
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
In the jungle
The mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle
The quiet jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
Near the village
The peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village
The quiet village
The lion sleeps tonight
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
Hush, my darling
Don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush, my darling
Don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh
We-de-de-de
De-de-de-de-de
De-we-um-um-a-way
We-de-de-de
De-de-de-de-de
We-um-um-a-way
"Little did we know that towards the end of our journey, a new adventure was about to begin," Timon narrated.
It was true. A new journey was about to begin.
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