Two days later, everything the Possums owned was moved into a house across the street. Everyone had pitched in to help with the move, and now, Doris and Peter's children were playing with their new friends. Peter Jr. rode on his skateboard and Lily and Doris Jr. happily skipped rope. Jake-2 and Chance-2 flew a model airplane of theirs, while Bonkers-2 and Walt-2 played basketball.
Yes, everyone was happy… except Timon and Pumbaa. They were given the task of taking the garbage out to the recycling center. The bags sagged under the duo, who both tried to make it as good as possible. But, they gave up, anyway. "Pumbaa, this is useless! We're never gonna get the trash taken out."
"I got an idea!" said Pumbaa.
"Lay it on me." His best friend said.
"Why don't we get some help?"
"Like who?"
"Like Peter Jr."
"So?"
"He's got a skateboard."
"Hmmm…Pumbaa, that is the BEST IDEA YET! YOU'RE A GENIUS! LET'S GO GET THAT KID!" So, they went off to find Peter Possum, Jr. And when they did, they said, "Can you help us out with the trash, please?" "Sure!" said Peter Possum, Jr. "You called in the right guy to help!"
Later on, Peter and the meerkat and warthog duo used his skateboard, a wagon, a rope, and a lasso to deliver all the trash bags to the recycling center. "Get ready, guys, here comes a garbage truck." Little did he know that he never learned how to use a lasso before. But today, this was his first time. He spun it around and around and then, he let the loop fit tight onto a latch. First, the rope tugged on Peter with a jerk. Then, he grabbed his skateboard, which in turn, tugged on the wagon with another jerk. "On second thought, I wished we should have asked Lucky to help us!" said Peter. "Uh, yeah. Us, too!" said Timon.
The garbage truck zipped through the city of Los Angeles, with Peter, Timon, and Pumbaa trailing behind! "Okay! This was a bad idea! Really!" "Uh, Pete, I know this is kinda' too late, but look out for THE TARRRRRRR!" shouted Timon. The truck swerved left, covering the three of them in said tar. "CHICKEN TRUCK!" shouted Pumbaa. And Pumbaa was right. Indeed, there was a chicken truck coming on the left. And quickly, it swerved out of the way, but not before accidentally releasing hundreds of chickens. All of them were directly covered in feathers! The worst was to come. Soon, they were riding along the highway during rush hour. "Goodbye, cruel world!" shouted Timon.
Just as they were about done for, the truck took a nearby exit and Peter Jr. shouted, "There's the recycling center! Everybody, hop off!" They did so, and they were directly in front of the building. "Gee, thanks, Peter!' said Pumbaa. "We couldn't have done it without you!" Just then, Timon's cell phone rang. (His ringtone was their signature theme song, "Hakuna Matata".) "Hello?" "Timon, are ya there? We gotta get back to work!"
"Uh, we're at the recycling center, could ya come pick us up?"
"Sure thing, buddy."
In no less than five seconds, Genie had changed himself as an airplane. "Hop aboard, guys!" They all scrambled into the plane. Peter had to grab his skateboard, too, and Genie took off. First, he dropped Peter Jr. off at his house. (Peter said, "Thanks!") Then, they left for Walt Disney Studios. Aladdin and Simba were waiting at the front gates there. Genie, Timon, and Pumbaa got back, just as Simba said, "Timon, Pumbaa, why are you covered in tar and feathers?" "Okay, okay, you got us red-handed. We got help from one of Mr. and Mrs. Possum's kids, because we needed help with the garbage."
"That would mean only one thing: I SMELL AN OPOSSUM!" It was Razoul. He was very angry, indeed. "I knew it! Opossum mud! And it's fresh!" Timon and Pumbaa gulped. "You have been hanging around with that opossum child, have you not?!"
"Yes."
"Do you not realize what will happen if you get those germs on you?! Why, your brains shall shrink to the sizes of two popcorn kernels! Strange words will start CREEPING into your vocabulary. Words like, "Puncturing pinecones!", Or, "Awesome possum!" "Genie started sweating at this. "Oh, and then, you will do dumb things. And then, when you try to remember them, you CAN'T! Because, you're too dumb."
"But-"said Pumbaa.
"I'm sorry, guys, but Razoul does have a point." said Simba. "Stay away from their children, and don't forget to wash up."
Later that evening, Timon and Pumbaa were relaxing in the jungle in Toontown. "Oh, well. At least, we had twenty-four hours of good, clean, wholesome fun." said Pumbaa. "Not now, Pumbaa, Can't ya see I'm to think?" He pondered, pacing back and forth, until, "I GOT IT!"
"You do?" asked Pumbaa.
"Yeah! Why don't we invite them to the House of Mouse?! Sound like a good idea?!"
"I don't know."
"C'mon, it'll be a cinch! They'll forgive them in no time! What could go wrong?"
But I'm sorry to say, they didn't. Indeed, Doris, Peter, Lucky, Bonkers, and the rest of their friends and family were invited to the House of Mouse, the most popular hangout in Toontown. Dozens of Disney and Non-Disney characters saw Mike (A 'toon microphone and MC) say, "And now, the mouse who started it all, Mickey Mouse!" Everyone applauded! "Good evenin', folks! Tonight, we have some very special people to reintroduce. Everyone, give a warm re-welcome to the cast of The Shnookums and Meat Funny Cartoon Show, Bonkers, SWAT Kats, We're Back!, and Rock-A-Doodle!" Rather than applauding, the crowd booed! Nervously, Doris asked the Disney Princesses and Princes if they could sit down.
"No!" snapped Prince Philip. "Your seats are up there. We won't allow interspecies couples." Doris felt sad. "The boys went through a lot of trouble over this, so you be good and enjoy yourselves!" snapped Minnie. "I don't know if I can tolerate this, Jasmine," said Cinderella. "But… do you think we might have been too hard on them?" "That depends, Cinderella," said Princess Jasmine. "Although they drove us mad since the year of 1995." But from far away from the Disney Princesses and Princes, Razoul and his squad were watching them from a table. "Mr. Razoul, sir," said Prudence. "They haven't gotten out of Disney's hair! What are we going to do about it?!" "Sit down, Prudence." said Razoul. "The time will come when they will be… humiliated!"
"Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight, we're gonna' kick off with a limbo contest. So, grab your partner and start dancin'!" Bonkers was delighted! "A limbo contest?! Oh, boy! I love limbo contests!" He turned to Fawn. "C'mon, darling! Let's cut 'er up!"
Chubby Checker: Every limbo boy and girl,
All around the limbo world,
Gonna' do the limbo rock,
All around the limbo clock,
Fawn started limbo-ing.
Chubby Checker: Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
Jack go under limbo stick,
All around the limbo clock,
Hey, let's do the limbo rock! Waa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ho!
Bonkers started preparing to limbo.
Chubby Checker: Limbo lower, now!
Limbo lower, now!
How low can you go?
Bonkers started limbo-ing.
Chubby Checker: First, you spread your limbo feet,
Then, you move to limbo beat,
Move your ankle, then your knee,
Bend back like a limbo tree,
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
Jack go under limbo stick,
All around the limbo clock,
Hey, let's do the limbo rock! Waa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ho!
(Cue Musical Interlude)
Bonkers and Fawn danced their socks off. They had the time of their lives. This time, they did the limbo together.
Chubby Checker: Get yourself a limbo girl,
Give that chick a limbo whirl,
There's a limbo moon above,
You will fall in limbo love,
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
Jack go under limbo stick,
All around the limbo clock,
Hey, let's the limbo rock! Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Don't move that limbo bar!
You'll be a limbo star!
How low can you go?
(Cue Final Musical Interlude)
Genie, the Mad Hatter, the March Hare, Timon, Pumbaa, Shnookums, Meat, the Fab 5, Lucky, Dyl, Marilyn, Doris, Peter, their kids, Stubbs, Snipes, Patou, Light, Broderick, Toots, Fall-Apart, Chance, and Jake applauded.
"Quite a show! Quite a show!" shouted the Mad Hatter. "Way to go, dude!" shouted Shnookums. "Ya did it!"
However, the crowd booed them even further! "Don't worry, folks, I've got a knock-knock joke to tell you." He turned to Fall-Apart.
"Knock-Knock!"
"Who's there?" asked Fall-Apart.
"Orange!"
"Duh, orange who?"
"Orange ya glad to see me?" Bonkers and Fall-Apart laughed out loud, until Iago shouted, "Hey! Who's dumb, crazy, and has veggies all ovah?"
"What?"
"You!" "I'll handle this." Razoul went on the stage and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, since we can no longer tolerate those idiots no more, feel free to throw some vegetables. Have fun!" He went back to his seat. The crowd, indeed, started throwing vegetables. Bonkers and Fall-Apart went buggy-eyed and ran for cover. Then, they threw more vegetables at their friends. It was a riot! "Let's get outta' here!" shouted Lucky.
They ran for the family van and sped out of Toontown. Razoul grinned with pleasure as he said, "Perfect! Everything has succeeded! They came back and we ran them out of town!" He laughed sinisterly, only to get hit with a tomato in the face.
On the way back home, Lucky felt infuriated. "Hey, Lucky, you okay?" Lucky ignored him. "Honestly, do you expect me for this to all happen? Well, okay. I'm so-"
"Shut up!"
Bonkers dropped his jaw. "What happened, Bonkers?" asked Dyl. "He told me to shut up. I didn't mean to." He sniveled.
"Lucky," said Dyl. "You need to be more understanding."
"You shut up, too!" Dyl gasped. Lucky felt guilty. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. We just get no respect these days." Finally they came to their house, and everyone was dropped off. "See you in the morning, Mrs. Possum." said Dyl.
"Maybe so…" replied Doris. "And maybe not."