{Cut to Timon looking aghast.}
Timon: They's What do you mean,they's gone?
Nala: It's just like the baboon said. The king has returned.
{Fluttery music plays as Timon and Pumbaa stand there looking completely dumbfounded.}
Adult Nala: {sighs exasperatedly} Ohh. You want me to go over it again?!
Timon: {patronizing} Yes, please. But be a dear and just skip to the part about Simba? Not that your childhood wasn't fascinating.
Adult Nala: {resigned} Okay, look: Simba's the rightful King. But after he disappeared, Scar proclaimed himself the King and formed an alliance with the hyenas... {continues unintelligibly in the background}
Pumbaa: {thinking, with a concerned expression} Poor Simba,and Daniel Tiger.
The treachery... the villainy... the sheer indescribable horror!
Timon: {thinking, with a concerned expression} Blah, blah, blah. Why is she toying with us? Oh, this crazy chick is gonna eat us!
Adult Nala: ...Simba has to go home to challenge his uncle and reclaim his rightful place as King.
{Nala stares at Timon and Pumbaa, who stand there silently as crickets chirp.}
Adult Nala: {frustrated} Ooooh, don't you get it? Simba, and Daniel Tiger needs us! Now! {She turns and runs off after Adult Simba,Daniel Tiger and his friends}
Timon: They need us? Then they shouldn't have left us! If he wants to run off to be "His Highness", well, I say, don't let the branches hit you on the way out! Leave Hakuna Matata to someone who appreciates it. {He strides off stubbornly}
Pumbaa: But, Timon... it's not really Hakuna Matata without Simba, and Daniel Tiger.
Timon: What's gotten into you? Not Hakuna Matata? That's crazy talk. Crazy talk, I tell ya! Nothing's changed here. We had Hakuna Matata before Simba,and Daniel Tiger,and we've still got it now.
Pumbaa: We gotta go help our friend, Timon.
Timon: {feeling betrayed} Et tu, Pumbaa? You're just gonna walk away, give up on all this? What happened to "friends stick together to the end"? Huh? Huh? Huh? {he turns his back on Pumbaa, folding his arms}
Pumbaa: {incisively} I was about to ask you the same thing.
{Pumbaa turns and stalks off. He looks back over his shoulder to see Timon flopping down in the bed.} Timon: {stubbornly} I got everything I ever wanted right here.
{Pumbaa turns and trots off, a tear in his eye. Timon lies in the bed, tapping his toe. He begins to soliloquize to convince himself he's doing the right thing.}
Timon: Now, this is more like it. Elbow room! {"Elbow room" echoes an absurd number of times as the camera pulls back repeatedly; Timon collapses in despair} Uhhhh. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. {He tries to sing to cheer himself up; scene switches to various places where the trio used to hang out} Hakuna Matata... what a wonderful phrase... {weakly} Hakuna... Matata... {pathetically} ain't no passing craze... it means... unnghh... No Worries.
{Timon curls up in the indentation where he used to watch the stars; the other two indentations are empty.
Rafiki: {dangling into the picture} Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo. ha ha!
Timon: {holding his hands out in rejection} You. No, no, no. Don't say a word. I know what you're gonna say. {imitating Rafiki} Did you find Hakuna Matata? {as himself, with forced happiness and that gracious air} Well, yes, I did! Thank you very much! And I am happy... happy, happy, deliriously happy. {imitating Rafiki} Ho ho haaah! I see. Happy, is it? So, if you're so happy, why do you look so miserable? {Timon switches back to himself; Rafiki stares sardonically at the camera} Miserable, you say? Why should I be miserable? Oh, I don't know. Maybe my three two best pals in the world deserted me. Heh. They've... they've headed off on some heroic mission. My friends... {turns despairing} are gone. {seeing the light} ...And my Hakuna Matata went with them. {Rafiki nods slowly, smiling. Timon indicates his head} Would you mind? {Rafiki smacks him with his stick} Ay! Thanks! I'm glad we had this talk. {clicks his tongue; rushes off} Rafiki: My work here is done.
Cut to the sun beating down on the dunes, in the scene where Simba ran home across the desert. "Busa" theme plays. Pumbaa runs in slow motion across the desert sands, frame-for-frame exactly how Simba ran in TLK 1. Suddenly, Timon dashes at normal speed past the slow-motion Pumbaa; Pumbaa skids to a stop in confusion. Timon stops and looks back at him with humility. Pumbaa looks at him questioningly.}
Timon: Friends stick together to the end.
{Pumbaa gasps joyfully; they rush together and embrace, sobbing. Camera trucks out to show the silhouettes; Timon pauses the movie.}
Timon: What was with the running? If you can call that "running."
Pumbaa: I was giving you time to catch up.
Timon: {choked up} Aw, you big lug.
{Timon reaches out to Pumbaa's shoulder; they embrace, and Timon resumes the movie.}
Pumbaa: {enthused} Hop on, buddy. We've got a fight to catch! {He grabs onto Pumbaa's ears; Pumbaa rears up and paws the air like a mustang.}
Timon: Let's whip some grass.
{The camera rises from the scene as Pumbaa gallops off (at full speed now) toward the dark and drought-ravaged Pride Lands, as dramatic and heroic music rises.}
Timon: {narrating} This is the stuff of legends. An epic struggle—the place where heroes are born. Pumbaa... this could be our finest hour.
{Hawaiian drums sound; cut to Timon in drag, doing the "Hawaiian War Dance" distraction routine from TLK 1.}
Timon: Luau!
If you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat
Eat my buddy Pumbaa here because he i—
{Timon pauses the movie.}
Timon: {voice-over; embarrassed} Heh heh. Let's just cut to the chase, shall we?
Pumbaa: Oh, sure.
{Cut to Timon and Pumbaa screaming and fleeing before a pack of hunger-mad hyenas. The movie resumes.}
Timon and Pumbaa: Aaaaahhh!
{Timon and Pumbaa lead the hyenas over a rise and into a cave, screaming. Silence falls as the hyenas search for them inside the cave, holding for a beat.}
Banzai: What the—
{A powerful explosion sounds inside the cave, with a cloud of dust billowing out the cave entrance.} Hyenas: Aaaaahhh! Get outta the way!
{The hyenas flee the cave in a panic. Timon and Pumbaa emerge triumphantly; Pumbaa snorts like a bull. Timon rides on top of his head, looking like General Patton. "Ride of the Valkyries" by Wagner echoes in the score.}
Timon: {inhales deeply} I love the smell of Pumbaa in the morning.
{Suddenly the ground begins to crumble under their feet.}
Ma: {underground} Hey, hey, hey. Move your tush, honey!
{Pumbaa skips out of the way of the newly opened hole; Ma and Uncle Max are standing in it.}
Timon: {astonished} Ma? Uncle Max?
Ma: Oh, Timmy!
Uncle Max: {floored} Timon?
Timon: What are you doin' here?
Ma: Looking for you! {Embraces Timon} Aww. Mommy's here. {Pause for a beat while Uncle Max glowers disapprovingly and fingers the flower in Timon's hair; Timon grins sheepishly. Uncle Max grumbles under his breath.}
Timon: Well, let me introduce you to my best friend. {making introductions} Pumbaa: Ma, Uncle Max. Uncle Max, Ma: Pumbaa.
Pumbaa: {gasps at a sight beyond them} Aah! Look there's Simba! And that must be his uncle Scar!
{Viewpoint switches to show the confrontation between Simba and Scar at the tip of the promontory about to take place; Simba is being backed toward the precipice.}
Timon: Oh, good, they're talking things out. Which is how it should be. You know, I have a feeling everything's gonna be just fine.
{Timon turns away from the scene. Lightning strikes the base of Pride Rock, igniting the brush, just as Simba slips off the tip of the rock, barely holding on. Timon winces.}
Pumbaa: Ooh!
Timon: {resigned} On the other hand...
Pumbaa: {narrating, as the scene from TLK 1 plays out on top of the promontory} The hyenas are up there protecting Scar. What do we do?
Timon: Well, I've got a plan...
Ma: {magnanimous} How can we help?
Timon: {in pep-talk mode} Ma, Uncle Max: You're going to dig a trap. We're going to need—dare I say it?—tunnels... lots and lots of tunnels. And Pumbaa. You and me... we've gotta get those hyenas away from Simba,and Daniel Tiger.
Pumbaa: {wagging his tail, barely suppressing his excitement} Ooh, ooh! And lure them into the trap?
Timon: Ho ho! Nothing gets past you. Come on, Pumbaa. Let's ride.
{Timon hops up on Pumbaa; they gallop off as heroic music plays.}
Ma: {reflective} Y'know, Something's different about Timon...
Uncle Max: You think? {frantic} He's wearin' a dress! {"Dress" echoes several times.}
{Cut to Scar running away from Simba,and Daniel Tigerwith the hyenas chasing after, while sparks from the fire fly all around. They all wind their way to an area near the top of Pride Rock, where the hyenas corner Simba,and Daniel Tigerwho snarls at them. Timon and Pumbaa look down on them from a ledge above them.}
Timon: {loudly enough for the hyenas to hear} Hey, Pumbaa! What do you call a hyena with half a brain?
Pumbaa: Ah ha ha. Uh, beats me, Timon. What?
{Camera switches to Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed, listening for the punchline.}
Timon: Gifted! {Timon and Pumbaa laugh; Shenzi and Banzai scowl, but Ed bursts out laughing. Banzai smacks him.}
Ed: Aah ha ha—ohh!
Banzai: They're talkin' about us!
Shenzi: {menacing, advancing on them} For your last meal, you're gonna eat those words.
{Pumbaa and Timon are grinning from the ledge above; suddenly they both zip away, leaving dust clouds in their own shapes that linger for a few moments. They scream as they run down the side of Pride Rock, until they reach a tunnel entrance.}
Timon and Pumbaa: Yaaaaahh!
Timon: {landing} Uhh!
Pumbaa: {landing} Ooh!
Timon: {calling into the hole} Ma! I think we got their attention!
{Camera pans down into the underground, where Uncle Max is busily digging, and Ma is carrying support beams.}
Ma: Not yet! Keep stalling!
Uncle Max: {singing obsessively} Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah...
{Cut back to Timon and Pumbaa, backed up against a rock wall and illuminated by the red firelight.} Timon: {panicked} Okay...
{Khachaturian's "Sabre Dance" plays; Timon begins juggling sticks and dishes, while Pumbaa gestures toward him and grins. The hyenas stop dead, bewildered.}
Banzai: {nonplussed} You gotta be kidding me.
{The music stops; Timon stands with the dishes balanced on the sticks on his nose and hands, spinning.}
Timon: {even more panicked} Now, Ma?
Ma: {from underground} Need more time, honey!
{Offenbach's "Cancan" plays. Timon and Pumbaa link arms and dance, grinning tensely. The music peters out as the hyenas glare at them and look insulted.}
Timon: {grasping at straws} Uh... freestyle!
{Hip-hop music plays as Timon and Pumbaa start breakdancing. The hyenas laugh and applaud.}
Shenzi: Ooh, encore, encore!
Banzai: No, no, no. You mean, "entree, entree."
Shenzi: No, you right. Let's just eat 'em. {The hyenas advance on them}
Timon: {at the edge of his wits} Is it ready yet, Ma?!
Ma: {from underground} Not yet! Keep stalling!
{Timon nervously drums his fingertips together, chatters his teeth, and bites his nails as the hyenas approach with sinister laughter. Timon gets an idea; he waves his arms in a "time-out" signal.}
Timon: {approaching the hyenas} Waaait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on a second.
Pumbaa: {confused, then severe} Uh, Timon? What are you doin'?
Timon: {theatrically, down on one knee, proposal-style} Shenzi Marie Predatora Veldetta Jacquelina Hyena... would you do me the honor of becoming... my bride?
{The hyenas are dumbfounded; Pumbaa gulps, his mouth falling wide open. Shenzi pauses for a beat before responding. Broadway farce-style music begins, the dialogue falling into the music's patter rhythm.}
Shenzi: I don't think so!
Timon: {milking it} Shenzi Marie, please. I know what you're thinking: "We're too different." "It'll never work." "What will the children look like?"
{Cut back to Pumbaa, who is still frozen with shock, mouth wide open.}
Shenzi: {disgusted} Ooh, that violates so many laws of nature.
Timon: {backing up against the wall} Listen to me! The problems of a couple of wacky kids like us don't amount to hill of termites in this nutty circle-of-life thing. And so I ask you: If not now, when? If not me, who? {miserably; pleading} I'm lonely.
Pumbaa: {tapping him on the shoulder; sniffling, putting the best face on his shattered emotions} Can I be your best man?
Banzai: I say we skip the wedding, and go straight to the buffet!
{As the hyenas draw near, Ma pops up from the hole.}
Ma: Now?
Timon: {nonchalant} Sure, if you're ready.
Ma: {noticing the hyenas} Oh! {drops back down into the hole; calls to Uncle Max} Now, Max, now!
{Uncle Max kicks out one of the tunnel supports, which falls and takes out the rest in a series, like dominoes.}
Uncle Max: Hyenas in the hole
! {The ground under the hyenas crumbles and collapses; they back off, yelping, as the crack follows them rapidly.}
Shenzi: Huh?
Hyenas: Huh.
Banzai: Aaaaahh!
{The crack suddenly stops expanding as one of the supports hits an embedded rock and doesn't fall. The hyenas stop retreating, and look back at Timon and Pumbaa angrily. Uncle Max and Ma pop out of the hole.} Uncle Max: I need help. It didn't work.
Banzai: {approaching again} Hey, it works for me!
{Ma and Uncle Max are backed up against the rock wall.}
Ma: {panicked} What are we gonna do?
{Timon first looks terrified; then he looks at the ground under the hyenas, noticing where the crack ends up. He steels himself, then runs headlong at Shenzi, aiming between her legs. Lightning flashes as Ma yells after him.}
Shenzi: What?!
Ma: Timon, no!
{Timon dives into the crack and rushes along it, pursued by the hyenas' growls and snapping teeth. He makes it past, and the hyenas lose interest in him, focusing back on Pumbaa, Ma, and Uncle Max; the meerkats hug each other in terror.}
Shenzi: Let's get 'em.
{Timon dives for the last tunnel support; it crumbles on impact. The hyenas leap for their victims; Pumbaa, Ma, and Uncle Max gasp and steel themselves as lightning flashes. As Shenzi lands right in front of them, however, the ground gives way, followed by the whole ledge area collapsing into a huge crater, swallowing all the hyenas whole. The hyenas slide through a huge subterranean tunnel complex, screaming, until they disappear into the darkness. Camera switch to the peak of Pride Rock, where Adult Simba is just hurling Scar over the edge; Scar crashes down the cliff face, passing Pumbaa, Ma, and Uncle Max as they watch.} Pumbaa: {with finality} I'd say Scar is down and out.
Uncle Max: {triumphantly} We did it. We did it!
Ma: {consumed with worry; shaking Uncle Max by the chest hair} Where's Timon? Where's my baby? He's hurt! {she flings Uncle Max away} Oh, no! Oh, no! He's dead! {She grabs Pumbaa by the nose and slams him to the ground, looking downright insane} Or worse! W-we gotta find him. We've gotta find him!
Timon: {emerging from the hole} It's okay, Ma.
Ma: {grabs Timon and shakes him} Oh, please. It is not okay! Don't you tell me it's okay! {recognizing him; gasping} Timmy! {embraces him in a bear hug} Mmm-mm! My son... the hero.
{She reaches up as though to comb his hair, but catches herself; she looks at her hands in embarrassment.}
Timon: {lowering his head so she can reach it} You missed a spot. {She combs it and dusts him off}
Uncle Max: {overcome; crying} That's so beautiful! {grabs Timon and hugs him tight around the neck}
Timon: {eyes bugging out} Choking... Not breathing...
who snarls at them. Timon and Pumbaa look down on them from a ledge above them.}
Timon: {loudly enough for the hyenas to hear} Hey, Pumbaa! What do you call a hyena with half a brain?
Pumbaa: Ah ha ha. Uh, beats me, Timon. What?
{Camera switches to Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed, listening for the punchline.}
Timon: Gifted! {Timon and Pumbaa laugh; Shenzi and Banzai scowl, but Ed bursts out laughing. Banzai smacks him.}
Ed: Aah ha ha—ohh!
Banzai: They're talkin' about us!
Shenzi: {menacing, advancing on them} For your last meal, you're gonna eat those words.
{Pumbaa and Timon are grinning from the ledge above; suddenly they both zip away, leaving dust clouds in their own shapes that linger for a few moments. They scream as they run down the side of Pride Rock, until they reach a tunnel entrance.}
Timon and Pumbaa: Yaaaaahh!
Timon: {landing} Uhh!
Pumbaa: {landing} Ooh!
Timon: {calling into the hole} Ma! I think we got their attention!
{Camera pans down into the underground, where Uncle Max is busily digging, and Ma is carrying support beams.}
Ma: Not yet! Keep stalling!
Uncle Max: {singing obsessively} Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah...
{Cut back to Timon and Pumbaa, backed up against a rock wall and illuminated by the red firelight.} Timon: {panicked} Okay...
{Khachaturian's "Sabre Dance" plays; Timon begins juggling sticks and dishes, while Pumbaa gestures toward him and grins. The hyenas stop dead, bewildered.}
Banzai: {nonplussed} You gotta be kidding me.
{The music stops; Timon stands with the dishes balanced on the sticks on his nose and hands, spinning.}
Timon: {even more panicked} Now, Ma?
Ma: {from underground} Need more time, honey!
{Offenbach's "Cancan" plays. Timon and Pumbaa link arms and dance, grinning tensely. The music peters out as the hyenas glare at them and look insulted.}
Timon: {grasping at straws} Uh... freestyle!
{Hip-hop music plays as Timon and Pumbaa start breakdancing. The hyenas laugh and applaud.}
Shenzi: Ooh, encore, encore!
Banzai: No, no, no. You mean, "entree, entree."
Shenzi: No, you right. Let's just eat 'em. {The hyenas advance on them}
Timon: {at the edge of his wits} Is it ready yet, Ma?!
Ma: {from underground} Not yet! Keep stalling!
{Timon nervously drums his fingertips together, chatters his teeth, and bites his nails as the hyenas approach with sinister laughter. Timon gets an idea; he waves his arms in a "time-out" signal.}
Timon: {approaching the hyenas} Waaait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on a second.
Pumbaa: {confused, then severe} Uh, Timon? What are you doin'?
Timon: {theatrically, down on one knee, proposal-style} Shenzi Marie Predatora Veldetta Jacquelina Hyena... would you do me the honor of becoming... my bride?
{The hyenas are dumbfounded; Pumbaa gulps, his mouth falling wide open. Shenzi pauses for a beat before responding. Broadway farce-style music begins, the dialogue falling into the music's patter rhythm.}
Shenzi: I don't think so!
Timon: {milking it} Shenzi Marie, please. I know what you're thinking: "We're too different." "It'll never work." "What will the children look like?"
{Cut back to Pumbaa, who is still frozen with shock, mouth wide open.}
Shenzi: {disgusted} Ooh, that violates so many laws of nature.
Timon: {backing up against the wall} Listen to me! The problems of a couple of wacky kids like us don't amount to hill of termites in this nutty circle-of-life thing. And so I ask you: If not now, when? If not me, who? {miserably; pleading} I'm lonely.
Pumbaa: {tapping him on the shoulder; sniffling, putting the best face on his shattered emotions} Can I be your best man?
Banzai: I say we skip the wedding, and go straight to the buffet!
{As the hyenas draw near, Ma pops up from the hole.}
Ma: Now?
Timon: {nonchalant} Sure, if you're ready.
Ma: {noticing the hyenas} Oh! {drops back down into the hole; calls to Uncle Max} Now, Max, now!
{Uncle Max kicks out one of the tunnel supports, which falls and takes out the rest in a series, like dominoes.}
Uncle Max: Hyenas in the hole
! {The ground under the hyenas crumbles and collapses; they back off, yelping, as the crack follows them rapidly.}
Shenzi: Huh?
Hyenas: Huh.
Banzai: Aaaaahh!
{The crack suddenly stops expanding as one of the supports hits an embedded rock and doesn't fall. The hyenas stop retreating, and look back at Timon and Pumbaa angrily. Uncle Max and Ma pop out of the hole.} Uncle Max: I need help. It didn't work.
Banzai: {approaching again} Hey, it works for me!
{Ma and Uncle Max are backed up against the rock wall.}
Ma: {panicked} What are we gonna do?
{Timon first looks terrified; then he looks at the ground under the hyenas, noticing where the crack ends up. He steels himself, then runs headlong at Shenzi, aiming between her legs. Lightning flashes as Ma yells after him.}
Shenzi: What?!
Ma: Timon, no!
{Timon dives into the crack and rushes along it, pursued by the hyenas' growls and snapping teeth. He makes it past, and the hyenas lose interest in him, focusing back on Pumbaa, Ma, and Uncle Max; the meerkats hug each other in terror.}
Shenzi: Let's get 'em.
{Timon dives for the last tunnel support; it crumbles on impact. The hyenas leap for their victims; Pumbaa, Ma, and Uncle Max gasp and steel themselves as lightning flashes. As Shenzi lands right in front of them, however, the ground gives way, followed by the whole ledge area collapsing into a huge crater, swallowing all the hyenas whole. The hyenas slide through a huge subterranean tunnel complex, screaming, until they disappear into the darkness. Camera switch to the peak of Pride Rock, where Adult Simba is just hurling Scar over the edge; Scar crashes down the cliff face, passing Pumbaa, Ma, and Uncle Max as they watch.} Pumbaa: {with finality} I'd say Scar is down and out.
Uncle Max: {triumphantly} We did it. We did it!
Ma: {consumed with worry; shaking Uncle Max by the chest hair} Where's Timon? Where's my baby? He's hurt! {she flings Uncle Max away} Oh, no! Oh, no! He's dead! {She grabs Pumbaa by the nose and slams him to the ground, looking downright insane} Or worse! W-we gotta find him. We've gotta find him!
Timon: {emerging from the hole} It's okay, Ma.
Ma: {grabs Timon and shakes him} Oh, please. It is not okay! Don't you tell me it's okay! {recognizing him; gasping} Timmy! {embraces him in a bear hug} Mmm-mm! My son... the hero.
{She reaches up as though to comb his hair, but catches herself; she looks at her hands in embarrassment.}
Timon: {lowering his head so she can reach it} You missed a spot. {She combs it and dusts him off}
Uncle Max: {overcome; crying} That's so beautiful! {grabs Timon and hugs him tight around the neck}
Timon: {eyes bugging out} Choking... Not breathing...
Dissolve to the rain at night, washing over the cleansed Pride Rock. Thunder crashes as the camera pans down the rock face; Rafiki gestures to Simba to take his place as King. Before he starts up the slope, Simba turns aside to Timon and Pumbaa, who bow formally to him as the "King of Pride Rock" music plays.} Adult Simba: {embracing them} Daniel Tiger and I couldn't have done it without you guys. {He starts the march up the promontory.}
Pumbaa: {proudly, but not a little wistfully} That's our boy.
Timon: {on the verge of tears} Ohh... I promised myself I wasn't gonna cry. {He breaks down in sobs}
{Simba roars at the tip of the promontory; Timon and Pumbaa look up at him flush and smile with pride as the rest of the pride roars back (off-screen). Uncle Max smiles broadly. Ma beams. The meerkats and Pumbaa all share a look.}
Ma: {impressed} You've really come a long way, Timon. Did you find what you were looking for?
Timon: I found a place that was beyond my wildest dreams. But... it still wasn't home. {takes Ma's hand} Let's go home, Ma.
{The camera dissolves to the rotating sweep that introduced the Jungle setting; Timon is now showing it off to Ma.}
Ma: {awestruck} Ohhh!
Timon: Welcome to our new home... a predator-free environment.
Ma: I gotta hand it to you. Timon. This place has everything!
Timon: Well, now that we're all here, it does.
{Timon and Ma climb up on Pumbaa's snout as "Hakuna Matata" begins playing. Wipe to the inner jungle, where Uncle Max is leading a group of meerkats in a session of tai-chi.}
Uncle Max: {slowly, demonstrating his movements; the meerkats all copy him} Crane... spreads its wings... Turns, with dainty hands...
{Cut to meerkats arrayed along the edge of a pool, arms all upraised; one by one they dive into the water as they sing.}
Meerkats: Digga tunnah,
Dig, dig a tunnah
Never gonna dig another tunnah
Digga tunnah,
Dig, digga tunnah
Never more the hyena come!
{A chorus line of butterfly wings are swept out of the way; Timon dances and cavorts with a Carmen Miranda-esque hat of colorful bugs}
Meerkats: Sing the praises of brave Timon
Bravest meerkat we've ever known
{Uncle Max relaxes in the vine hammock with a drink, while bugs fall all around. Meerkats and Pumbaa take turns on the trampoline.}
Meerkats: Never dreamed he'd help Simba shine
Pumbaa: Proved it's cool to hang out with swine!
{A line of meerkats fish for bugs under a log}
Meerkats: Accidentally saved the day
Timon: {posing next to Ma} Planned it so it would look that way!
Meerkats: And brought us out of the dirt and sand
Led his family to the promised land
{Timon and Ma, perched on Pumbaa's head, dive over a series of waterfalls. The meerkats all swim in the pools at the bottom, singing; Pumbaa with the two meerkats on his head rise out of the water, balanced on Simba's belly as he comes to the surface.}
Meerkats: Sing the praises of brave Timon
Bravest meerkat we've ever known!
{The camera pulls back to show the whole meerkat clan enjoying Hakuna Matata: doing the conga, tossing a giant grub around like a medicine ball, hang-gliding, and so on.}
Timon: {narrating as the camera continues to truck out, ending with the silhouettes and the theater seats} Well, that's it. The big wrap-up, the happy ending, the grand finale.
Pumbaa: {whimpering} It's over already?
Timon: Well, Pumbaa. That's the thing about endings. They come at the end.
Pumbaa: {brightening} Ooh, can we watch it again?
Timon: Pumbaa, we just saw it. Maybe tomorrow.
Ma: {entering in silhouette} Hey, what are you guys doing? {gasps as she sees the screen} You didn't tell me you were watching the movie! I wanna watch too!
Timon: Ma, we just finished. Show's over.
Ma: Well, you're just gonna have to rewind it! {She grabs Pumbaa's big remote and begins rewinding.}
Timon: {pained} Ma!
Ma: {calling offscreen} Uncle Max! We're gonna watch the movie!
Timon: {despairing} Oh, no!
Uncle Max: {entering, carrying a box of popcorn} Hey, I brought extra butter.
Simba: {entering, walking along the seatbacks} Hey, you guys are watching the movie?
Daniel Tiger: {entering, walking along the seatbacks}Movie i love movies
Rafiki: {swinging in on vines} Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo! Any story worth telling is worth telling twice.
{The silhouette of Mickey Mouse walks in and sits down.}
Timon: What the...
{Snow White comes in, followed by the Dwarfs.}
Snow White: Oh, excuse me...
Happy: 'Scuse me.
Sneezy: 'Scuse me.
Doc: 'Scuse me.
Sleepy: 'Scuse me.
Bashful: 'Scuse me.
Grumpy: Get outta the way.
Timon: Who is this crowd?
{The Genie flies in and sits down in the middle.}
Timon: Hey, down in front!
{In another row, Goofy, the Mad Hatter, the March Hare from Alice in Wonderland, and Donald Duck are sitting; Stitch from Lilo and Stitch crawls down the wall and jumps from head to head until he gets to a vacant seat.
Stitch: Oho!
Goofy: Gawrsh!
Stitch: Aloha!
Donald Duck: {unintelligible squawking; he makes fists at Stitch}
{In still another row, Quasimodo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame and Pocahontas sit at opposite ends of the row; Peter Pan flies in, followed by Tinker Bell, and imitates a rooster's crow. The Lost Boys all pile in, shouting. Switch to Timon's row, where he's holding two large bodies apart to keep them from squashing him.}
Timon: Watch it! {straining} Unnnh!
{Terk and Victor the gargoyle squeeze together, and Timon squirts out from between them like a watermelon seed. He lands next to Pumbaa as the movie, still rewinding, nears the beginning.}
Timon: {resigned} Okay, buddy. You win.
Pumbaa: Sure you don't mind?
Timon: {sincere} Hakuna Matata.
Somebody: Shh.
Somebody: Sorry.
Pumbaa: Uh. Timon... {the screen goes black} I still don't do so well in crowds.