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There's no doubt West Point impacted who I am…It had an enormous emphasis, not only on military aspects, but character development. Whether it's the honor code, or the interactions you have, both with the cadet leadership and the academy leadership, every place you are is a character test.

-Mike Pompeo

"Mr. President, General Reglan is here to see you."

The president let out a deep sigh. "Can this wait at all? I'm watching daytime television, and Jason is about to find out who his biological father is."

The aide rolled his eyes. "I'll check with the general, sir."

"Jason. I hate to tell you this, but I'm your father."

"NO! WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE MARCO?"

"Mr. President, how about you get your ass out of that damn soap opera so we can discuss important political matters."

The president's cheeks grew red with embarrassment. "Oh…um…Hi Betty, I mean General Reglan."

Reglan rolled his eyes and slumped down into a chair facing the most powerful man on the planet. "I think we've found our Alpha for Operation Venom."

The president's eyes widened. "Really? Where is he? Who is he? When can I meet him?"

"Yes, he's in Fort Myers, and he is Crown Prince Simba. He fled The Pridelands and he's living with two former Air Force pilots. You can't meet him for a long time."

"And why in the living hell can't I?"

"Because the prince is twelve years old. He couldn't be of any use whatsoever to us yet. Let us give him another five to ten years. Who knows? He might even do our job without us telling him to!"

The president stroked his chin. "Yes, his age would make things difficult. I consider your plan satisfactory. General, you are dismissed. I need to finish my show."

The general shook his head, saluted, and exited the Oval Office.

Six Years Later…

"Now for our Fort Myers High School valedictorian, and graduating with full honors, Simba Voltava."

Simba scurried up to the stage wearing the stereotypical graduation garb, and he eagerly took the diploma that was presented to him. The ex-prince then joined his other classmates on the stage.

"Now for our last graduate from the Class of 2275, but most certainly not least, graduating with honors, Mheetu Morhi."

Mheetu gracefully walked up to the stage and received his diploma, and then stood next to Simba in the line of students.

"That shall conclude our ceremony. You may now return to your motorized vehicles."

Reggie, Timon, and Pumbaa eventually managed to locate Simba and Mheetu in the chaos of the post-graduation football field. When they had breathing space, Simba was the first to speak.

"So what the hell do we do now?"

Reggie shrugged. "I don't know, but I really feel like a burger right now."

Mheetu laughed. "A burger does sound nice right now." He then looked down at his clothes. "I do want to get out of these first, though. This thing is as itchy as hell!"

Simba laughed. "I couldn't agree more, my friend.

Meanwhile…

"Corporal Morhi, do you have anything to report?"

"No. Our bastard king is being lazy as usual. If Mufasa lets anything slip, you'll be the first to know."

"Thanks. Just keep doing what you're doing Nala."

"No problem. Morhi out."

Nala put away her phone, and returned to the skyscraper in which the king lived. She had a Taser disguised as deodorant for protection. She entered the office of the king to give him the daily report. There were still the remnants of a large puddle of blood on the floor.

"Ah, hello Nala. Anything interesting happen in my glorious kingdom?"

"No your majesty, all seems well at the moment."

"That is good. That is very good." He stood up and began to approach her. "But there was something far more important that I wanted to talk to you about today."

A worried expression began to grow on Nala's face. "And what is that?"

The king came even closer, and smirked evilly. "Us."

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Sarabi is delicate. I married her because she was fertile, but now she has lost that attribute as well. You however are different. You are young, and you are strong. You will be a great queen."

"No, Mufasa, I won't stand for this."

"I am your overlord, and I ORDER you to be my queen."

"Not on my watch, bitch." Nala kicked the king in his privates, and then took her Taser to his chest. She did not move the Taser from the king's chest until he had lost all signs of consciousness. Nala then began to run. Where? She did not know, but what she did know was that she had to flee the nation.

Two hours later, in a country that cares about human rights…

"Hey kid, you've been keepin' secrets. Ya never told us where you're going to college!"

"For the last time Timon, you can't call me kid anymore. I'm 6'7, weigh 230 pounds, and I could beat you into a pulp."

Timon chuckled nervously, and then took a bite out of his burger. "But seriously, where are ya goin to school?"

Simba sighed and looked over to Mheetu. His friend gave him a silent nod.

"Well, Mheetu and I decided that we are going to go to West Point together."

Reggie looked shocked. "Are y'all crazy?"

"As if the Air Force wasn't bad enough!"

"Shut up Timon, that was all your own doing."

"You shut up Pumbaa!"

Simba stood up authoritatively. "Well if Mheetu and I don't get military training, how on earth are we supposed to reclaim The Pridelands from the tyrannical grip of my father?"

"Us going to West Point is the only way to save our homeland."

Pumbaa sighed. "Though I may not like your decision, I completely agree with it. I don't know about Reggie and my moron friend, but I'll be there to support y'all every step of the way."

"Yeah Pumbaa, but couldn't they just do something safer? How bout joining the mafia?"

Mheetu sighed. "Our decision is final. We've already booked a flight to New York City. It leaves in a couple of months. From there, we'll take a bus to West Point."

Reggie slumped. "I share the exact same opinion as Pumbaa. The two of you must do what you must."

Dinner was unusually silent after that conversation.

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