Disclaimer: I don't own The Land Before Time or The Lion King characters. Only my OC's.

A/N: This is my first ever Land Before Time/Lion King crossover. I also decided not to copy the Lion King word for word. I didn't feel the need to describe the characters; their descriptions in here are the same as their descriptions in the movie. The Gang of Five will appear within the next chapter. No OC's will be featured in this story.

The King and Queen of the Pridelands have been blessed with a baby boy; he is the spitting image of his father; with his mother's eyes and dark ear-rims; which would fade as he grows into an adult. Everyone in the savannah came far and wide to witness the ceremony for the future King; well, everyone except for the King's brother Scar. The King's oldest friend and Shaman Rafiki has been called to start the ceremony of the newly birth Prince Simba.

"Ah ha ha; where is de boy?" Rafiki asked.

Mufasa, the proud dad led the mandrill into the cave and over to his mate and Queen Sarabi; who was cradling her newborn. She smiled down on the furry bundle of joy and licked him. The cub turned his head and looked up at Rafiki while purring. Rafiki edged closer to the cub and smiled down on him. He broke open he gourd and grabbed some of the juice and smeared it across the cub's forehead; then, he grabbed some sand and sprinkled it on Simba's head; Simba sneezed, then, Mufasa and Sarabi rubbed their heads together at that. After that, Rafiki picked Simba up in his arms and carried him over to the edge of Pride Rock and held him up for all to see. Mufasa and Sarabi stood next to each other as Rafiki held the prince above his head. The sun was shining down as if the previous King was smiling down at his grandson.

"Your father would be so proud," Sarabi replied.

Mufasa smiled. His father may not be around anymore; but, he still lives on in him.

"He would be proud of you, too," Mufasa added.

After the ceremony finished, Rafiki handed the newborn back to Sarabi so she can put him down for a nap. She decided that a nap would also be good for her; since, she was still tired from looking after him for the last few days.

"I can see Simba will be a great ruler one day; but, to be a ruler; he must have a mate," Rafiki said.

Meanwhile in a cave behind Pride Rock; Mufasa's brother Scar was scrounging around for food. Suddenly, a small mouse appeared from inside a crack of the cave. Scar picked it up in his paw.

"Life's not fair; I was supposed to be the next King; but, thanks to that little furball, my position has been usurped," Scar grumbled.

The mouse squeaked while scurrying on Scar's paw; however, Scar grabbed its tail and was about to drop it into his mouth. Suddenly, Zazu, Mufasa's Majordomo showed up.

"Oh, look what they hyena's dragged in," Scar sneered.

"You know you'll have some explaining to do when your brother gets here; he's upset that you didn't witness the ceremony this morning," Zazu scolded.

Suddenly, the mouse escaped from Scar's paw.

"Now look, Zazu; you made me lose my lunch," Scar snarled.

"Oh please; that's nothing; when Mufasa gets through with you, the one thing you should be worried about is whether or not he'll let you live to see tomorrow," Zazu retorted.

Soon enough, Scar advanced on Zazu.

"Ohhhhhhh; I quiver with fear," Scar sneered.

Zazu backed up in fear; just as he was about to fly away, Scar grabbed him in his mouth. Just then, Mufasa showed up.

"SCAR!" Mufasa snarled.

Scar turned around to look at the King.

"Drop him," Mufasa continued.

Zazu stuck his beak out of Scar's mouth.

"Impeccable timing Sire," Zazu said as Scar spit him out.

The hornbill looked at himself in disgust since he was covered in Scar's saliva.

"Scar; I am disappointed; you weren't there today for Simba's ceremony; I'm sure Mother and Father taught us better than that when we were cubs; Sarabi's very upset as well," Mufasa snarled.

"Oh dear; it must have slipped my mind," Scar replied.

"Oh that's a bunch of antelope dung, Scar; you knew perfectly well that the ceremony was today," Mufasa retorted.

"Ohh; such language; how unbecoming for a King," Scar sneered.

"Don't antagonize me Scar," Mufasa snarled.

"Temper, temper; you were always the strongest out of the two of us; and I'm afraid I was always at the shallow end of the gene pool," Scar replied.

"Not only that; you were a brat; not like you have changed since you were a teenager," Zazu grumbled.

"What was that birdbrain?" Scar snarled, circling Zazu.

"Uh, n-nothing Scar," Zazu stated.

The dark colored lion snickered.

"That's what I thought," Scar said as he walked away.

Zazu flew up and perched himself on Mufasa's shoulder.

"There's always one or two family members who are party poopers, Sire; I'm just sorry that the party pooper in your family just had to be Scar," Zazu said.

Mufasa sighed.

"What am I gonna do with him?" Mufasa wondered.

"He'd make a very handsome throw rug," Zzu commented.

Mufasa chuckled.

"Yeah; he is a dirtbag; just because he's not next in line anymore," Mufasa stated.

Just then, the two of them exited the cave and wandered back to Pride Rock.