Okay, here you go! Chapter 2!

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER! I don't own Wild Kratts, or The Lion King.

"Hey guys! We've got Survivor! A lion cub!" Martin shouted running into their home base, the Tortuga HQ.

Laura ran over to Martin, who was holding the small lion cub.

"Awh! He's adorable!" Laura pointed out as she petted the young wild cat's head.

"Why did you name him Survivor? Koki asked walking over.

Martin put Survivor down and whispered what happened into Koki's ear, not wanting to upset the cub.

"His father died in a wildebeest stampede."

Koki covered her mouth in horror.

"Yeah, and we were in it. Martin, you're a terrible whisperer." Chris pointed out.

Martin slightly slouched, looking at Chris with a glare that said, "I'm-gonna-pulverize-you!"

Chris laughed nervously, "Well, you are."

With that, Martin pushed Chris to the ground, and they playfully started rolling around on the floor in a brother fight, dodging the occasional punch, which almost always hit the ground. Soon, Martin felt lion cub claws grabbing onto his shirt, joining in the fun. The girls just watched and playfully rolled their eyes, while Jimmy hid in his chair.

"Guys, it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye." He pointed out.

"OW! Or an ear!" Martin yelled as Survivor grabbed Martin's ear and started tugging, his teeth challenging the flesh to rip.

"Survivor, down!" Chris said.

Survivor got off. He looked at them guilty and said, "Sorry, that's how me and my dad used to play."

Chris and Martin understood, and forgave him.

The next few days went by a little quickly. Survivor was enthusiastic about everything. He watched Aviva make her inventions, always with a crooked head. He was always fascinated at the animals Chris and Martin brought in, and he even made a friend with a black rhino calf named Nubs. One day, Survivor went outside to play. It was very hot. But he was used to that. He started running, chasing a nearby butterfly. He must have chased it for hours, for you when he lost it, he turned around to find himself in the middle of nowhere. The ground was dry and cracked. He continued to run, trying to find his way back home. After another hour passed, the heat had taken it's toll on the small cub's body. It must have 110 degrees max. With no water to sustain him, Survivor couldn't take it anymore, and he fainted out of heat exhaustion. Some ravens from above spotted an easy meal at the ground, and swooped in for the buffet. Not for long. Just as they started to peck at the lion cub's flesh, a war cry rang through the air. A meerkat riding a warthog charged straight at the ravens. They flew away a little confused and scared.

"Yes!" The meerkat cheered.

"I love this! Bowling for buzzards!" The warthog replied, walking towards the corpse.

"Gets 'um every time." The meerkat laughed, dusting himself off.

"Uh oh." The meerkat turned around to his warthog friend.

"Hey Timon! You better come look! I think it's still alive." The warthog said worried.

The meerkat, Timon, made a face and walked to the corpse.

"Alrighty, what do we have here?" He asked brushing his hands.

After lifting the paw he gasped.

"Yikes! It's a lion!" He shouted, hiding behind the warthog's mane.

"Run Pummba! Move it!" He shouted pulling on the warthog's ears.

"Hey! Timon! It's just a little lion." Pummba pointed out.

"Can we keep him?" He asked.

Timon was about to answer, when a giant flying turtle flew overhead.

"Uh, Pummba, do you know of any turtles that fly?" Timon asked.

"Uh, no. Turtles don't have wings."

"So, how's that possible?"

The turtle landed, and the Wild Kratts Crew ran out, all with worried faces.

"Did that turtle eat you?" Pummba asked.

"What? No. It's not a real turtle." Martin pointed out.

"Survivor!" Laura ran over and picked up the limp lion cub.

"Is he okay?" Timon asked.

"I...I think so. He's just hot." Aviva pointed.

"I can understand. I've been out here only one minuet and I'm fried." Chris said wiping some sweat off his face.

"Let's get back inside." Koki said pointing back at the Tortuga.

"What about the meerkat and warthog?" Martin asked looking at the two.

"Wait? Are you...riding a warthog?" Martin asked looking again.

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?" Timon kind of snapped.

"No reason." Martin mumbled as he and the rest walked back towards the Tortuga.