Warning: This is a parody.
"Eh?" Tsul 'Kalu the baboon sat up. Grabbing his stick, he climbed up through the branches of his tree home and looked at the rising sun. His ears perked up as a silent call sounded through the pridelands. Tsul 'Kalu gave a raspy chuckle.
"It is time!"
Rhinos, zebras, hippos, and antelope were gathering at the base of Pride Rock. Inside, huddled together on a raised stone slab, was the royal lion family, admiring the newborn prince.
Drew purred as she watched her grandson bat at his mother's tail. "Oh Zak, he's beautiful."
"He's going to be a great king someday," Zak agreed proudly. Wadi rolled her eyes at her husband and nuzzled their cub gently.
"Enough, little one. It's almost time."
A shadow fell across the cub's face as his grandfather padded in, leading Tsul 'Kalu.
"Everyone." Doc inclined his head.
Tsul 'Kalu sat beside Wadi, broke open one of the gourds that hung from his stick, and painted a line of juice across the cub's forehead. The cub made a face. Chuckling, Tsul 'Kalu picked him up and put him on his shoulder. The lions followed him out onto the ledge. All the other animals bowed. Then, the elephants trumpeted as Tsul 'Kalu lifted the bewildered-looking cub above his head. The zebras, giraffes, and antelope pawed the ground. The noise filled the air around pride rock, but through it, Drew, Zak and Wadi could hear a low growling noise coming from the back of Doc's throat.
At a questioning look from his wife, Doc just kept looking at Tsul 'Kalu and the cub. Drew rubbed her head against his shoulder and started purring too; harmonizing with him perfectly.
Tsul 'Kalu brought the cub back to his parents. "Now you be good, little prince." He set the cub between Wadi's front paws and took a step back. The lions bowed to him. He picked up his stick, bowing back, and left.
That night, Tsul 'Kalu smashed another gourd and painted with the juice on the wall of his tree, muttering to himself. Once done, he sat back. "Aha!" The baboon smiled. "Solomon."