Timon impatiently scratched his head. Surely his old digging hole was somewhere! Pumbaa had surprised his friend by taking him back to his old home to visit. He heard the scuffling of paws underground. "This way!" He called, and dashed off in one direction. Pumbaa trotted on behind.
He looked out across the dry savannah and came to a small ledge. Beyond it were multiple small indents in the ground. A small head popped out and he saw a familiar face.
"Hey, Timmy! Good to see you! Are ya here for a visit?"
It was his mother! Of course.
"Yeah, ma, I'll be stayin' here for a few days!"
With that his mother burrowed back under the ground and quickly popped out in front of him. She smoothed his hair back carefully with her paws, slightly annoying Timon.
"I'll have to tell Uncle Max! Meanwhile, I saved your old room all these years. Why don't you go check it out?"
"Uhh, okay. Pumbaa, do you mind?"
"Not at all! Just come back soon. I get so lonelyhere by myself."
"Alright then. I'll be right back!"
A few minutes later, Timon was admiring all his old furniture in his own little hole. He couldn't believe his mom had saved every last rug and sculpture! Lost in thought for a while, Timon was snapped out of it when he heard a warning call.
"Hyenas! HYYEEEEENNNAAAAAAS!"
He felt the ground start to shake. What would he do about Pumbaa? He had to go up and find a place for the warthog to hide. Scurrying up through a hole in the ceiling, he saw Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed on the horizon, treading forward slowly while the village panicked. It wasn't long before he saw his big piggy-friend running in circles.
"Pumbaa! Stay calm! Just get behind that big rock, will ya?"
"Okay!" He snorted just before running off to duck behind the boulder.
Just as he was about to join him in hiding there, he heard a cry for help. A cry that would soon change his life.
(Author's Note: Not a bad cliffhanger, eh? I'll probably post the next chapter if somebody rates and replies once. Which shouldn't be too hard ^^ )