In the middle of a desert-y area, young Simba lay there on the ground, buzzards circling high over head. They were hungry, and he was their prey. The birds flew down and started to peck at the body, but suddenly there was a shout and a meerkat riding a warthog came running in and they flew away in fear.
"I love it! Bowling for buzzards!" Pumbaa exclaimed happily. He quickly noticed the body nearby and headed over.
Timon, meanwhile, was dusting himself off. "Yeah, gets 'em every time!"
"Uh, Timon? You better come look! I think he's still alive!" Pumbaa shouted out. He looked down on the body and sniffed it a bit.
Hesitantly, Timon walked over and joined in on sniffing. "Ew, okay, no...no, it's dead." He said as he raised and dropped the hand. "Gee, wonder who coulda done this?"
Iron Man flew in and landed next to the two. "I am Iron Man, and I so did that. So this is where it landed. Gotta be a new record for me."
Timon ran behind Pumbaa, frightened. "Pumbaa, don't move! It's some sort of...machine that'll probably kill us...but more importantly ME!"
"Did that cat thing just talk like Nathan Lane?" Iron Man asked quickly. He blasted near the two, but they DID A BARREL ROLL out of the way. "Damn it, stop moving so I can kill you. I need dinner and the pig is just what I've been craving."
Timon started to back away.
Pumbaa snorted and took a step forward. "What did you call me?"
"Shouldn't have done that." Timon said quietly.
Iron Man looked around for a moment, confused slightly. "A pig 'cause...that's...that's what you are."
"What did you say?" Pumbaa said a little louder.
"Now you're in for it..."
Iron Man looked at his watch, bored. "Are we gonna do this or what?"
"THEY CALL ME MR. PI—AAHHHH!" Pumbaa didn't get to finish his sentence, because by the time he got to "Pi-", Iron Man had blasted him to kingdom come. Moments later a pork tenderloin fell to the ground. Timon stood there, in shock...then passed out.
"A deed is done." Iron Man grabbed the plate of food and flew off into the distance.