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Chapter 1
Simba turned his head over. The hyenas were fighting Scar, and even through he hated him, he couldn't bare see his once adoring uncle to be fought by a pack of hyenas.
Simba heard Scar yelp. Hyenas laughed at him, killed him, and walked back to Simba. "So, Mr. King-of-the-Jungle, what's for dinner?"
"Out!" Yelled Simba. Hyenas yelped and ran far back to the unknown lands. "So..." There was an awkward moment of silence.
"Simba, as the new king, you must find us some food!" Nala told him.
"Oh! Right… Um, Timon, Pumbaa can you find some food?" Simba asked.
"Why us?" Timon asked. Simba shrugged.
"Let's go Timon!" Pumbaa said. Timon gave Simba a death glare.
"I thought we were friends!" Timon cried.
"Timon…" Simba told him. "Find food."
"Okay! Fine! But here is a song I made for you,
I can see what is happening,
And I don't know what to do.
They are bossing me and here's the bottom line
Simba's telling me to shoo
The smelly hint of smoke
There's no water, food, or limes
And I must tell you the real truth
I think Simba lost his mind!
Can you feel…"
"Timon!" Yelled the lions.
"Okay! Okay! Fine!" Timon looked at Pumbaa. "Let's go."
Timon and Pumbaa left, and Simba sighed. "It will take a long time to revive this. Okay! Let's go to work!" Simba took his Sharpie Claw Marker and drew a map on the ground.