I was talking to my friend on the phone. I tried to explain to her that there's a lion in my house. She laughed every single time I talked about it. But, then she told me to call Animal Control. Then that's when I cursed her out and hanged up the phone. God, I feel guilty. But, I don't feel that guilty. Why would I call Animal Control?
He may be out of my life for good. Maybe it'll be good if I reconsider.
Scar asked, "Reconsider, what?"
I looked at him and smiled. "Oh! It's nothing, I swear." I lied through my teeth. He looked at me suspiciously. It kind of made me nervous the way he was looking at me, so I turned away. Luckily, the doorbell rang, which is kind of weird.
Of course before me was Midas. I pushed him away from the door with my leg. When I opened it, I was surprised to see who it was. A guy in a grey safari shirt and grey capris announced, "You call for animal control."
I laughed, "There must be a mistake I didn't call you."
He looked at his clipboard. He chuckled, "You're right. You didn't, all of your neighbors did."
I mumbled, "Fuck those neighbors."
"May I come in?" He asked.
"No! You can't, my house is being fumigated in an hours so, yeah." I lied
"Oh yeah, I can come back! Cut the bull shit. I know your house ain't gettin fumigated. Let me in!" He demanded.
At this moment, I did whatever reasonable person would do. I called, "Midas intruder!"
Midas got up and started barling (barking and snarling) at the man. The guy screamed and ran all the way to Kentucky. I laughed, "Good boy!"
He barked happily at me. There was a low growl behind me, which made Midas whimper. I turned around slowly and saw Scar. "It was the neighbors not me!" I tried my best to convince him. But, to no avail he stayed angry at me. I didn't care. I was kind of upset that he didn't trust me.
I looked at my dog. He looked up at me, panting. "Do you think this'll blow over?" I asked. He shook his body. I sighed, "I thought so."
It was 12 in the afternoon and I was watching World's Dumbest.
The guy on TV, Chuck Nice joked, "Everyone's talking about the liar card. That's a lie right there!"
There was a knock at the door. I signaled Midas to get ready. When I opened it up, this muscular man was in the doorway. I asked, "Can I help you?"
He introduced, "I'm Johnson. I heard there's a problem here."
I realized that he was working with that other man. Oh. Good, I thought he was Arnold Schwarzenegger's long lost brother or cousin. "There's no problem here." I lied again. If there was a sweepstake for lying, I'd get the prize.
There was silence between us. He smiled at me and burst through the door. I'm so happy that I moved or I would've been passed out. I yelled, "What the HELL!"
Johnson demanded, "Alright, where's that lion?"
I laughed, "I have no…"
He pinned me up against the wall. He wrapped his hand around my throat, while one arm kept me on the wall. I felt my wind pipe grasping for air. The pain was unbearable. He whispered coldly, "Now, I'm gonna ask one more time. Where is he?"
Wait a minute. How'd he know he's a he? It was stupid for me to think that. I guess this is my last few minutes on Earth. If there's one thing I regret the most, is setting my dad's car on fire. In my defense I was only 6, I didn't know gasoline was flammable. Or even bothered looking at the fire picture on a gasoline can.
After a few minutes, I heard a faint grunt. Johnny boy turned his head. I guess he saw Scar; he let go of my throat. I grasped my neck after he let go. I saw Scar just standing there. The guy was only mere feet away from him. Scar ran back inside of his room. He went in after him. That's when I got up and ran towards his bedroom.
Scar stood at the end of his room. Johnson laughed, "This'll be too easy."
He kinda of, I guess fast walked towards him. Then, without him noticing he slipped on a pair of roller skates, which slid easily on the greased floor, and it made him crash through the window. Unfortunately, he survived, somehow. We both looked out the window. The guy limped to his car and shouted, "This isn't over!"
Then, he drove off. I asked Scar, "How'd he know you?"
Scar explained, "I kind of bumped into him in Africa. Let's just say things got out of hand." I nodded. I wonder what he did, but that can wait another time. "So, you aren't mad at me anymore?" I asked.
He nodded. I smiled and hugged him. My eyes were closed at the time and when I opened them, I saw a strange woman on his bed. I pulled away from him. I asked, "Who's that?"
Scar answered, "Her name's Natasha. She's the waitress at Homerun."
I nodded slowly, "What's she doin here?"
Natasha answered that, apparently she has a Russian accent, "I was feeling depressed and he made me feel happy again."
I nodded again, smiling. I ordered, "Get out, Tasha!"
She gave me a pouty face, got out of Scar's bed, and left. I smacked Scar's head. He growled at me. I seethed, "I repeat for the 100th time: You're sick."
It seems like we have a villain in the story. Yes, he will return. i just don't know when. Next Chapter: Going to The Zoo! Please Review.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Lion King characters. Or any line of dialogue from World's Dumbest. I only own Leanne
