"Uncle Scar, do you hate Zazu?"

Scar couldn't help the drawn-out eye roll that emanated from that question. The cub didn't see it as he was trying to bury himself in his uncle's ebony mane. Really now? Cubs weren't the brightest bundles, but this was just ridiculous.

"No, Simba, Zazu's just the best thing about the Pridelands. There's no other animal I'd rather be around. In fact, he's just as much fun to be around as you." the dark prince's voice dripping with faux enthusiasm.

"Really? But you're so mean to him." Simba clearly didn't decipher the sarcasm as he perched himself on top of Scar's head. "I'm on top of Mount Scar!" the cub proclaimed laughing at his little game.

The uncle rolled to his side causing Simba to tumble down giggling all the way. "Am I? Why, you must be mistaken."

This cub is the future king and his father isn't teaching him to read vocal cues and sarcasm? For shame.

"Well, Zazu does stink like that." Simba reconsidered while snuggling next to his uncle's head.

Maybe there was hope for the young one after all.

"Yes, he does indeed stink." Scar should've known better but the wheels were turning in his brain. Zazu is always bad-mouthing him whenever they cross paths. His nephew doesn't particularly like the uppity hornbill either. Matter of fact, neither do the other cubs. It was perfect.

"Simba, I think I know a great game for you and your friends to play." Scar couldn't help but chuckle maliciously. Cubs ask obvious questions, but they sometimes give obvious solutions to problems.

"Oooh! Oooh! What is it, Uncle Scar?" Simba excitedly demanded.

Scar's new game would be his and his nephew's little secret. It left Zazu sore and stenchy...and Scar and Simba rather merry.

Mufasa and Sarabi were left wondering why Zazu had disappeared for a few days.

A/N:

So what was Scar's "game"? XD You decide.