Meanwhile, Scar sulked by himself as Simba came by with his new friends.
"Hey Uncle Scar; guess what?" Simba asked.
The copper colored lion turned his head and sneered at the golden cub and the other kids.
"If there's one thing I hate more than not being next in line; it's guessing games," Scar snarled.
"I'm gonna be King of Pride Rock," Simba gloated.
"Oh, goodie," Scar said, his tone was sarcastic.
"Yeah; he told us about it as we were coming here," Littlefoot replied.
"I suppose you all want me to get excited about this; well; I've got a bad back," Scar sneered, flopping onto his side, facing away from the kids.
"Hey, Uncle Scar; when I'm King; what'll that make you?" Simba asked.
"A monkey's uncle," Scar sneered.
Simba chuckled.
"You're so weird," Simba responded.
"You have no idea; I suppose your father showed you the whole Kingdom; but not the shadowy area across the border," Scar said.
Simba sat down, looking annoyed.
"No; he says I can't go there," Simba muttered.
"Oh; you're talking about the Elephant Graveyard?" Cera asked.
"Cera!" Littlefoot exclaimed.
The threehorn covered her mouth with her paws; she was indeed a blabber mouth. Simba was suddenly intrigued by the idea.
"Not to worry, my dear; it's merely a slip of the tongue; and besides, how did you know about it?" Scar wondered.
"Well, Scar; don't call me dear by the way; me and the others stumbled across the forbidden territory when we first arrived this morning; three hyenas were chasing us down; we barely made it out alive," Cera explained.
Scar nodded.
"That place sounds cool," Simba said.
"Maybe you should listen to your dad; sorry to say this, Simba; but, grown ups have rules for a reason; it helps to keep you safe," Littlefoot explained.
"Your longnecked friend has a point, Simba; promise you will never visit that dreadful place," Scar claimed.
"No problem," Simba lied.
"Good boy; all right, you kids run along and play; but, remember, it's out little secret," Scar stated.
Meanwhile, Simba and the Gang of Five ran down a slope and found Sarabi napping ona rock ledge and Sarafina bathing Nala.
"Hey, Nala," Simba said.
"Hey, guys," Nala replied.
"I just heard about this great place," Simba whispered into Nala's ear.
"Simba; I'm kinda in the middle of a bath," Nala said through her teeth.
Soon enough, Sarabi woke up and grabbed Simba and began bathing him. The male cub squirmed in protest since his fur was getting all matted with spit.
"All right, already, I'm clean," Simba said, jumping down.
"So; where are we going?" Nala asked.
"I thought I'd show you around the watering hole," Simba said, as a cover up.
Nala sneered at that idea; she didn't see anything great about the watering hole. Simba would fill her in once they were out of hearing range of the lionesses. However, the dinosaurs were suspicious about Simba's plan.
"Are you guys coming? Or are you yellow?" Simba teased.
"I think we've had enough excitement for one day; maybe we'll just mingle with the pride," Littlefoot claimed.
"That's okay then; Mom; can me and Nala go exploring?" Simba asked.
Nala looked over at her mother. Then Sarafina and Sarabi thought about it. After a moment, they said yes.
"Yes!" Simba and Nala cheered.
"As long as Zazu goes with you," Sarabi added.
Nala and Simba's excitement diminished at the thought of Zazu tagging along.
"Not Zazu," Simba protested.
Meanwhile, Littlefoot and his friends were hanging out with Sarabi and Sarafina while Simba and Nala went out.
"Queen Sarabi; what does yellow mean?" Ducky asked.
"It's another way of saying you're a coward; but, trusting your instincts is a good thing," Sarabi answered.
Ducky smiled.
"By the way, young one; you and your friends can just call me Sarabi; any friends of Simba and Nala are friends of mine," Sarabi responded.
"You seem to be very wise; and I thought my grandpa was the wisest person I know," Littlefoot admitted.
Sarabi smiled at the longneck. Then, she caressed his head with her right forepaw. Littlefoot let out a chuckle.
"Your paw pads are tickling me," Littlefoot stated.
Sarabi smiled.
As the day wore on, Simba and Nala weren't back from their outing. Mufasa came back after hours of chasing the hyenas away from the Pridelands. He showed up at the cave and saw five strange creatures. Soon enough, they exchanged introductions.
"It's nice to meet you all; but, you can just call me Mufasa," Mufasa stated.
The Gang of Five smiled.
Soon enough, Zazu flew by with an urgent message.
"Sire; Simba and Nala were spotted in the Elephant Graveyard," Zazu reported.
The dinosaurs gasped.
"I knew what he had planned; I told him to listen to you; but, he doesn't listen very good," Littlefoot explained.
"What do you mean, young one?" Mufasa asked.
"Never mind that, now; you have two cubs to save," Littlefoot urged him on.
Mufasa nodded and ran off with Zazu following him. Littlefoot hung his head.
"Is Simba gonna hate me?" Littlefoot wondered.
Suddenly, Sarabi appeared.
"I don't think so; he'll be angry for a while; but, he'll get over it; you were just trying to look out for him and Nala; that's what good friends do," Sarabi explained.
Littlefoot smiled; but, he still couldn't help but feel guilty.
After a while had passed, Nala was safe at home while Simba was learning a lesson about safety; Nala walked over to the dinosaurs.
"You were right about the Elephant Graveyard; now me and Simba are in big trouble," Nala grumbled.
"Don't worry too much; we're kids and kids make mistakes; even grown ups," Littlefoot told her.
The cream colored cub smiled and nuzzled Littlefoot.
"That very sweet," Petrie commented.
Soon enough, Nala was called back and snuggled up against her mom's stomach for the night. After a while, Mufasa and Simba came back to the cave and saw the entire pride and dinosaurs asleep. Soon enough, they too, fell asleep.