Anana Banana

By corset-rebellion-follower

Disclaimer: I don't own TLK

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Chapter 3- Timon and Anana Interact

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Chick?" I asked. Who does this guy think he is?

"Yeah. A chick. A girl, a female. Need I continue?" he asked, a cocky smile on his face.

"I know what a chick is, but I have a name, grass-for-brains. It's Anana," I said. I barely knew him and already he was getting on my nerves.

"Anana? What kind of name is that?" he asked. I stepped on his foot. "OW! What was that for?"

"My name is pronounced Ah-nah-nah, not A-nana. And I don't like it when it's mispronounced."

"I noticed. Crazing chick," he mumbled. I couldn't help but crack a smile.

The warthog spoke up. "I'm Pumbaa. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said politely.

"It's nice to meet you too," I said, bowing.

"Oh sure, you bow to him. What about me, where's my bow?" Timon asked.

"I don't know, where's your boat?" I replied. Simba, Nala, Kiara, and Pumbaa started snickering.

"What? How is that funny?" Timon asked.

"Obviously you aren't head of the brains department, either." This time, everyone started snickering except Timon.

"What? What's so funny?"

"It's funny because a bow is the name for the front of a ship, and she asked you if you had a boat, Timon," Pumbaa explained. Timon was silent for a minute, just standing there. Then his eyes lit up and he stormed over to me angrily.

"Hey, wait a minute! That was an insult!" he exclaimed.

"Wow, you've started thinking. Don't overexert yourself," I said sarcastically.

"You can't insult me! I don't even know you that well!" he argued.

"I can insult whoever I want," I defended.

"Fine. Why don' t you insult Simba?" he asked, reverting to his cocky manner.

"I don't want to insult Simba. He's nice to me. You, on the other hand, are a jerk, so I want to," I explained. Then I strolled right out of the cave. Timon shouted, "Well good riddance!" I stuck my tongue out at him and marched off. I still needed my drink of water. I got off Pride Rock and I looked around for any sign of water. My mind drifted back to the watering hole, but I turned down that idea. Not after the elephants. But luckily, there was a small pool of water right next to the rock. Man, does Simba have it made, or what?

I rushed over to the water and jumped in, despite the fact that my newly dried fur would get wet again. But it felt just as refreshing. I swam to the surface and gulped in the fresh air. This was how life should be. Carefree and fun. But my fun didn't last very long.

Timon walked up to the pool of water. "Hey." He snickered. "Having fun there?"

I turned my back to him, but I could still see his reflection in the water. "What do you want?" I asked.

"I wanted to… apologize. You know, if I hurt your feelings or something," he said.

"You were forced to come out here and tell me that, weren't you?"

"Ye… no. No I wasn't."

I sighed. "You know, I might believe you a little bit more if you had the smallest bit of remorse in your voice."

"What's that supposed to mean? That I can't say sorry and not mean it?" he asked crossly. I giggled.

"You are aware that you sound like an idiot, right?" I asked flatly.

"Oh yeah? Well… are you aware that your name rhymes with fruit?" Timon shot back.

"What? No it doesn't."

"Oh yes it does! It rhymes with banana, doesn't it? And banana is a fruit."

I glared at him. "For the last time, my name is pronounced Ah-nah-nah, not A-nana."

"Not the way I see it…" Timon began. He smirked at me.

"…Anana Banana."

The harsh look melted off my face. He is not going there. "HA! Now who's being insulted?" Timon cried victoriously. My angry look returned. I grabbed Timon by his fur and pulled him so that we were nose to nose.

"Don't call me that," I said, nearly shaking with anger.

"What? Are you kidding? No way, Anana Banana!" he exclaimed, pushing me down into the deep part of the pond. That was the last straw. NO ONE is allowed to make fun of my name. When I resurfaced, I stood up and pulled him down under the water, holding him down. Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll drown. However, I didn't expect him to pull me under, too.

A few large bubbles escaped my mouth, and the precious oxygen inside them disappeared at the surface. I stopped pushing down on Timon's head, and we both popped up on the surface, gasping for breath. I got out of the pool and shook the water out of my fur. Timon clambered out after me and tried to stand up, but wobbled and fell back into the shallow part of the water. I burst out laughing.

Timon glared at me. "You think this is funny? We both nearly drowned, which was all your fault!" he shouted, standing up with perfect balance. My laughter died down to giggles.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, really I am. But, um, you do know you have a leech on your leg, right?" I asked. Timon looked down, and a mud-colored leech was attached firmly to his leg. He screamed and pulled it off his leg, but lost his balance once more and fell to the ground. I started laughing again.

"Go on, laugh now, but the joke's on you!" he said, pointing to me.

"How's that?" I asked.

"You helped me."

I giggled. "It was well worth it." Timon smirked at me.

I stopped laughing. "What? Do I have something on my face?" He grabbed my paw and yanked. I fell into the shallow water on the bank. Timon smiled evilly at me.

"Now who's laughing, Anana Banana?"

A/N: Done! Whew, this chapter took a lot of work. I had so much editing to do. But everyone seems to love this story; in fact, I've never gotten reviews so quickly for a story. Thanks to my lovely reviewers! Keep doin' what you do! BTW, sorry about the shortness of this chapter. I have some important stuff coming up in the next chapter that I hope will make it much longer. But I digress. I luv ya all! Holla!