Chapter 1: Near-Close Encounters of the Bug-Eating Kind
The boy woke up with some difficulty. The seatbelt was cutting into his torso having been suspended above the chair in front of him. He presses the release on the seatbelt and falls forward onto the chair in front with a thud. He holds himself and looks out his window trying to remember what happened. There's a peaceful landscape outside the wreckage with sounds of animals calls protruding throughout it. The boy looks down and finds all the children and adults that were mocking him what seemed like minutes before. Then again he was unconscious so how can he tell? The body of the plane was crumbled on impact and it had killed everyone at the front either by impact or crushed them under some of the wreckage. With no-one to turn to he realised he would be on his own now if he was ever to find civilisation. The boy grasps the latch on his window and with some difficulty opens the window. He looks down from it to the ground below. Swinging his legs round he pushes himself forward out of the window. Landing cat-like onto the ground he stands up and looks round at the crash- site. The wreckage was huge even though practically half was buried underground. He takes a few steps backward and examines a bit more.
???: Ahhh!!! It's great to be back in the jungle, isn't it Timon?
The boy is startled and hides behind a large rock nearby.
Timon: Sure is, Pumbaa!
The boy peers out from behind the rock to see who or what is speaking. He sees a meerkat and a warthog together in a small clearing beside the wreckage.
Pumbaa: Boy! I am staaarving! Timon, will you do the honors?
Timon: Of course my portly friend!
The meerkat apparently named Timon gave a sly smile at the end of his remark.
Pumbaa: Hey! I'm not fat! I'm muscular!
Timon: Yeah sure you are!
Timon lifts a small rock where some bugs were nestled together. With that Pumbaa kneels down and eats some of the bugs.
Boy (whispering to himself): Wow. Eating bugs I can understand but talking? Man, that's incredible!
The warthog, Pumbaa, closes his eyes in pleasure.
Pumbaa: Mmm- mm! The bugs from the Pride Lands are good but nothin' compares to the ones in the jungle!
He opens his eyes and notices the wreckage.
Pumbaa: Wow! Check the size of that thing Timon!
Timon looks at the wreckage Pumbaa's staring at.
Timon: Yeah that sure is something! What is it anyway?
Pumbaa: Don't know now that you mention it, maybe Simba or the others will know.
Pumbaa scans the wreckage and accidentally catches eyes with the boy. Pumbaa freezes in the middle of eating.
Timon: Yeah, your probably right Pumbaa. Hey why aren't eating? Pumbaa? Pumbaa??
Timon waves his hand in front of Pumbaa trying to get his attention but fails. He look at where Pumbaa's staring and notices the boy too.
Boy (thinking): Huh? What's wrong with them? (Just realising) Uh oh.
He ducks behind the rock out of sight and he hears Timon and Pumbaa hurry off.
Timon (running-out of earshot): (Gasping) We've gotta tell Simba about this!
Pumbaa (running-out of earshot): Right!
The boy gets out from behind the rock. He hits himself in the head with his hand for being so stupid.
Boy: Darn! Nice going, Chester! You could waited 'til they left but no. You had to be seen! Man, I've gotta gut-feelin' I'm gonna meet this "Simba" face-to-face! I am sooo dead.
The boy woke up with some difficulty. The seatbelt was cutting into his torso having been suspended above the chair in front of him. He presses the release on the seatbelt and falls forward onto the chair in front with a thud. He holds himself and looks out his window trying to remember what happened. There's a peaceful landscape outside the wreckage with sounds of animals calls protruding throughout it. The boy looks down and finds all the children and adults that were mocking him what seemed like minutes before. Then again he was unconscious so how can he tell? The body of the plane was crumbled on impact and it had killed everyone at the front either by impact or crushed them under some of the wreckage. With no-one to turn to he realised he would be on his own now if he was ever to find civilisation. The boy grasps the latch on his window and with some difficulty opens the window. He looks down from it to the ground below. Swinging his legs round he pushes himself forward out of the window. Landing cat-like onto the ground he stands up and looks round at the crash- site. The wreckage was huge even though practically half was buried underground. He takes a few steps backward and examines a bit more.
???: Ahhh!!! It's great to be back in the jungle, isn't it Timon?
The boy is startled and hides behind a large rock nearby.
Timon: Sure is, Pumbaa!
The boy peers out from behind the rock to see who or what is speaking. He sees a meerkat and a warthog together in a small clearing beside the wreckage.
Pumbaa: Boy! I am staaarving! Timon, will you do the honors?
Timon: Of course my portly friend!
The meerkat apparently named Timon gave a sly smile at the end of his remark.
Pumbaa: Hey! I'm not fat! I'm muscular!
Timon: Yeah sure you are!
Timon lifts a small rock where some bugs were nestled together. With that Pumbaa kneels down and eats some of the bugs.
Boy (whispering to himself): Wow. Eating bugs I can understand but talking? Man, that's incredible!
The warthog, Pumbaa, closes his eyes in pleasure.
Pumbaa: Mmm- mm! The bugs from the Pride Lands are good but nothin' compares to the ones in the jungle!
He opens his eyes and notices the wreckage.
Pumbaa: Wow! Check the size of that thing Timon!
Timon looks at the wreckage Pumbaa's staring at.
Timon: Yeah that sure is something! What is it anyway?
Pumbaa: Don't know now that you mention it, maybe Simba or the others will know.
Pumbaa scans the wreckage and accidentally catches eyes with the boy. Pumbaa freezes in the middle of eating.
Timon: Yeah, your probably right Pumbaa. Hey why aren't eating? Pumbaa? Pumbaa??
Timon waves his hand in front of Pumbaa trying to get his attention but fails. He look at where Pumbaa's staring and notices the boy too.
Boy (thinking): Huh? What's wrong with them? (Just realising) Uh oh.
He ducks behind the rock out of sight and he hears Timon and Pumbaa hurry off.
Timon (running-out of earshot): (Gasping) We've gotta tell Simba about this!
Pumbaa (running-out of earshot): Right!
The boy gets out from behind the rock. He hits himself in the head with his hand for being so stupid.
Boy: Darn! Nice going, Chester! You could waited 'til they left but no. You had to be seen! Man, I've gotta gut-feelin' I'm gonna meet this "Simba" face-to-face! I am sooo dead.