CHAPTER 2

BEING PRINCE IS THE LIFE

Timon and Pumbaa were watching the movie as they saw the commotion going on. The meerkats were giving Timon gifts, putting a twig made crown over his head and gave him a scepter. All those things were the greatest things Timon was ever offered. He smiled at his mother, but as he suddenly grew bored with getting gifts and getting pampered, he decided to run out of there and find out where his room was. As he walked down the long corridor, Timon saw a strange meerkat wearing a leotard swinging on a vine. When it came toward him, Timon screamed and ran off down the corridor, bumping into Pumbaa along the way.

"Timon, what's going on?" Pumbaa asked.

"Look!" Timon shouted, pointing his finger at the crazy meerkat.

They both screamed and ran as fast as they could to get away from the crazy meerkat. Before they could jump out the window, Timon`s mother stood her grounds and made them stop.

"What's going on here?" Timon`s mother asked.

"Ma, there's a crazy meerkat swinging on vines inside the castle," Timon said.

"Timon, it's just uncle Max."

"That is not the uncle Max I know. The uncle Max I know is a cranky, rude old man. Now he seems to be a hyperactive, happy old man. What happened to him, Ma?"

"Remember that part in the story where I told you that he almost got crushed by a tree?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Well, he got knocked in the head by a branch. After he woke up, he didn't remember a thing that happened. We decided to teach him how to be a happy person, but time passed by and he soon became forgetful. Before you know it, he became a crazy man and started going to the extreme on things."

"You mean this is the uncle Max that I'll have to be around for the rest of my life?"

"Not exactly. You see I set up a meeting with the colony council and we decided that it would be best to send uncle Max to a different place in Hakuna Matata. There's a nice, calm out there where he can spend the rest of his days resting and relaxing, not having to worry about a thing."

"Gee, I wish I could do that right now. I plan to just rest and relax for the rest of my life. How does that sound, Ma?"

"I wish you could do that Timon, but as the prince of Hakuna Matata, you have a lot of responsibilities to take care of."

"What do you mean by responsibilities?"

"Lots of things. Organizing meetings, making decisions, hold banquets and all that kind of stuff. I hope you weren't planning to laze around all day tomorrow because you have a lot of work to do. I've already made a list of everything you need to do. Hopefully you'll finish it all by the end of the week."

"Can I see this list?"

"It's not done. You'll have to wait until tomorrow. In the meantime, explore the luxuries of the castle. Oh, and dinner is in two hours, so don't be late." Timon`s mother ran off down the corridor with a crazy uncle Max following behind her, swinging on vines.

Timon looked around the place with a worried expression on his face. Timon paused the movie as he looked at Timon.

"Why do I have a worried expression on my face?" Timon asked, "There's no reason I should be worried. I live in a place where there's supposed to be no worries at all. Again, why am I worried?"

"Because you just found out that you weren't going to be resting and relaxing for the rest of your life," Pumbaa said.

"Quiet, Pumbaa, I'm trying to think. Hey, now I know why. I just figured out that I wasn't gonna be resting and relaxing for the rest of my life. That's why I'm so worried. Where do I come up with all these great ideas?"

"I don't know. I guess it comes up when it pops inside your head."

"I was thinking the exact same thing. Well, let's roll on with the movie. By the way, what part are we at again?"

"I think it's about to change to the next scene."

"Right, I knew that." Timon started back up the movie as he decided to continue narrating. "Now we're changing to the next scene. What you're now seeing is a window to the castle. That window leads to my room. Wait, why are we talking about windows? This is the most boring thing I've ever said. You know, let's just show everybody my room."

The screen brought itself inside Timon`s room. Timon himself was sleeping peacefully in his comfortable hay bed with a leaf blanket covering his small meerkat body. After two years, he's never felt this comfortable sleeping in a bed. He wished that he would be floating on a cloud forever. It didn't last long, though, because Pumbaa barged inside the room and started banging clubs on the walls, shaking the room. Timon woke up with a scream and fell out of his bed, the leaf blanket on top of his head.

"Pumbaa, what was that for?" Timon asked.

"Sorry, Timon, but your mother told me to come and wake you up," Pumbaa said, "Besides, you're already ten minutes late for breakfast."

"Who told you I was late for breakfast?"

"Your mother did. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I've become your personal royal advisor. I'm also the head chef of the kitchen and the new royal steward. Doesn't that sound great?"

"It would sound a lot more better if you weren't known as anything. Your suppose to be my best friend. Not place yourself in any positions here."

"I did it for you. Oh, right after breakfast, I need to give you a list of everything that you need to do today. Oh, and your mother needs to have a word with you at breakfast."

"I'm on my way down. Just give me a moment."

Timon got himself ready for the day and made his way down to the dining room for breakfast. Timon`s eyes widened as he saw the table was mostly know as a full coarse buffet. Platters full of food filled the entire table, not leaving any room for somebody to place their elbows at. Timon Sat down at the table and started to serve himself. He heard someone clear his throat and looked to see that it was his mother, giving him a stern look. Timon looked at his mother with innocent eyes.

Timon chuckled. "Good morning, Ma."

"I see your late for breakfast, young man," Timon`s mother said, "I'll let it go this one time, but don't let it happen again."

"A promise is a promise. Although, I'm not sure I'll be able to stick to that promise."

Timon`s mother sighed. "Let's just hope that you try your best."

"So, Ma, Pumbaa said that you wanted to talk to me about something."

"Oh, yes, I do. Now I need you to listen carefully to me, Timon. What I'm about to say is very important."

"I'm all ears. I hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna chow down a little while you tell me." Timon started stuffing his mouth with caterpillar eggs.

"Timon, now that you're a prince, you need to start living up to certain standards. Being royalty is a big responsibility that you have to handle. I'm only being strict on you because I'm teaching you the ways of how being a king really is. Your father had to learn all that stuff and so do you. I'm not gonna be around forever and it will be your responsibility to take care of the colony. Tell me. When do you plan on becoming the king?"

"Well, I don't mind taking over the title right now. Go ahead and give it to me. I'm ready to become the king of Hakuna Matata."

"No, your not, Timon. There's one thing that you need to do first before you can become king. Well, actually there's two things."

"Aw, come on, Ma. I'm the one that found Hakuna Matata for the colony in the first place. There's no reason that I can't become the king now."

"There is a reason, Timon."

"I bet I can guess that reason."

"Timon, I don't have time to play mind games with you."

"I'm gonna give you three reasons of why you should make me king right now. I'm smart, I'm reliable and I'm great at being the leader. Are those reasons enough for you, Ma?"

"Timon, your only good at one out of three of those reasons," Pumbaa said.

"Do you mind staying out of conversations for once, Pumbaa?" Timon said.

"He's right, you know," Timon`s mother said.

"Ma, I don't think it's a good idea to be agreeing with Pumbaa. He's reliable when it comes to his powerful odor."

"Timon, there are only two ways for you to become king."

"Tell me then."

"One way is if I step down from my position."

"Okay, then do so."

"It doesn't work that way."

"What's the second way?"

"The second way is... to marry a princess."

When his mother said that, Timon fainted at the words he just heard.


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