Scar grabbed a mouse by the tail when it dared to appear from it's mouse hole. The mouse runs around his paw as Scar played with it. "Life's not fair is it?" he asked. "You see, I.. shall never be King. And you, shall never see the light of another day." He snickered as he held the mouse above his mouth. "Adieu." Another voice startled Scar. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" Scar sighed, holding the mouse under his paw. "What do you want?" Scar rolled his eyes at his guest. "I'm here to announce that King Mufasa is on his way. ...So you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning." he said. The mouse slipped away from Scar. "Oh Zazu, you made me lose my lunch." Scar said. "Hah! You'll lose more than that when the King gets through with you. He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia." Scar mocked fear. "Ooh. I quiver with fear." Scar smiled and crouched down. Zazu backed up nervously. "Now Scar, don't look at me that way…HELP!" Scar pounced the bird, catching him in his mouth. "Scar…!" Scar looked up with his mouth full. "Hmmm?" Zazu poked his beak out from Scar's mouth. "Impeccable timing your majesty." Scar spit out the bird. Zazu shook his wings. "eeew…" "Why! If it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners." Scar remarked sarcastically. Mufasa looked at Scar. "Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba." Scar faked astonishment. "That was TODAY? Oh I feel simply awful.." he said turning and running his claws down the side of a rock. Zazu shivered at the sound. "It must have slipped my mind" Scar finished examining his claws. Zazu smirked and flew up to Scar, pointing in his face. "Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother, you should have been first in line!" Scar snapped his teeth at Zazu, and the bird flew behind Mufasa's leg. Scar bent down to speak with him. "I was first in line. Until the little hairball was born" Mufasa lowered his head and spoke to Scar, eye to eye. "That hairball is my son" Scar smiled. "Ooh. I shall have to practice my curtsy." he said turning away. Mufasa glared. "Don't turn your back on me Scar" Scar looked back. "Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me." Mufasa jumped in front of Scar and roared. "Is that a challenge?!" "Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you." Scar said. Zazu looked at him. "Pity, why not?" Scar looked at Zazu. "Well, as far as brains go, I got the lion's share. But, when it comes to brute strength.." He looked at Mufasa "...I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool." Then he left. Zazu sighed. "There's one in every family sire. Two in mine actually." He sat on Mufasa's shoulder. "And they always manage to ruin special occasions." Mufasa shook his head. "what am I going to do with him?" Zazu looked at Mufasa. "He'd make a very nice throw rug." "Zazu." "And just think! Whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and BEAT him." The two friends laughed and returned to Pride Rock.