"I said, get off my land!" she repeated, rearing up.
Timon cowered under his arms and prepared himself to get stomped on, but was surprised when her back hooves came down on the ground with a loud thud just millimeters from his body. Peering out from his arms, he gazed up at the snorting warthog, who was still watching him angrily.
"Well?" she seethed. "Get off!"
"Heh," he laughed nervously, sitting up. He gave her his best winning smile, pushing his luck with his charm. "We all do respect, Madame, but this isn't just your land."
Her gray eyes narrowed and Timon's smile immediately dropped. He leaned back when she lowered her snout down to his eyelevel, shooting her intense gaze straight through him. Through tightly clenched teeth, she said very slowly, "It is now. So get off!" And with that rammed him with her snout and tusks, sending him rolling across the dirt once again.
His back hit a tree with a loud 'oof' and he shook his head to clear it, looking up just in time to see her advance toward him. He gasped, raised his nose and shouted, "Pumbaa!"
But his voice echoed uselessly through the air as she stopped in front of him, firmly planting her tusks on either side of him on the tree. Again, his mouth split into a desperate smile and he shrank back against the bark as tightly as possible. He was cornered and in trouble, while his best friend slept the moment away.
"Please don't hurt me," Timon begged. "I'm really not worth it."
"Timon?" he heard someone call a distance away, and his heart sank with immense relief.
Timon's eyes darted from the brush around them to the eyes that were staring at him so heatedly, wondering if she would allow him to answer his friend's call. She just dared him with a look.
"Timon? Where are ya?" Pumbaa called.
His clumsy friend could be heard through the leaves off to their right, coming towards them, and the female warthog immediately pulled back from the trembling meerkat to face the new intrudor. Timon watched carefully as her once hostile face dropped when Pumbaa broke free from the bushes, their eyes meeting.
"Hello," Pumbaa said slowly.
"Pumbaa!" Timon barked, pushing off from the tree and scrambling over to his friend. "Thank goodness you're here!" Timon turned and pointed at the stranger, beginning to explain, "She was going to--"
But, his friend cut him off. "What's your name, er... miss?"
Timon's jaw dropped when the female warthog twisted a leg around the other and batted her eyes. She took a step towards him and replied in a voice smooth like silk. "Nuni."
"Hello, I'm Pumbaa!" he said with all the enthusiasm in the world.
Timon looked up at his friend, realizing he was suddenly going goo-goo eyes over someone that had just attacked him moments ago. Bunching his brow, he tossed his arms over his chest and frowned deeply at the scene unfolding in front of him.
"Are you lost, Nuni?" Pumbaa asked, closing the gap between them slowly.
"Yes," she replied and gave a little sniff for good measure.
Timon's jaw dropped again, before he exclaimed, "No you aren't!" He scrambled up to Pumbaa's side and looked up at him desperately. "Pumbaa, she attacked me! She said I was on her land!"
"Timon, where are your manners?" Pumbaa chided, his eyes remaining on the girl. "Nuni needs our help."
Timon looked up at his friend from under his furrowed brow, unable to believe what was happening. As he watched the exchange of flirting between his friend and that girl, he realized something was up...
Timon cowered under his arms and prepared himself to get stomped on, but was surprised when her back hooves came down on the ground with a loud thud just millimeters from his body. Peering out from his arms, he gazed up at the snorting warthog, who was still watching him angrily.
"Well?" she seethed. "Get off!"
"Heh," he laughed nervously, sitting up. He gave her his best winning smile, pushing his luck with his charm. "We all do respect, Madame, but this isn't just your land."
Her gray eyes narrowed and Timon's smile immediately dropped. He leaned back when she lowered her snout down to his eyelevel, shooting her intense gaze straight through him. Through tightly clenched teeth, she said very slowly, "It is now. So get off!" And with that rammed him with her snout and tusks, sending him rolling across the dirt once again.
His back hit a tree with a loud 'oof' and he shook his head to clear it, looking up just in time to see her advance toward him. He gasped, raised his nose and shouted, "Pumbaa!"
But his voice echoed uselessly through the air as she stopped in front of him, firmly planting her tusks on either side of him on the tree. Again, his mouth split into a desperate smile and he shrank back against the bark as tightly as possible. He was cornered and in trouble, while his best friend slept the moment away.
"Please don't hurt me," Timon begged. "I'm really not worth it."
"Timon?" he heard someone call a distance away, and his heart sank with immense relief.
Timon's eyes darted from the brush around them to the eyes that were staring at him so heatedly, wondering if she would allow him to answer his friend's call. She just dared him with a look.
"Timon? Where are ya?" Pumbaa called.
His clumsy friend could be heard through the leaves off to their right, coming towards them, and the female warthog immediately pulled back from the trembling meerkat to face the new intrudor. Timon watched carefully as her once hostile face dropped when Pumbaa broke free from the bushes, their eyes meeting.
"Hello," Pumbaa said slowly.
"Pumbaa!" Timon barked, pushing off from the tree and scrambling over to his friend. "Thank goodness you're here!" Timon turned and pointed at the stranger, beginning to explain, "She was going to--"
But, his friend cut him off. "What's your name, er... miss?"
Timon's jaw dropped when the female warthog twisted a leg around the other and batted her eyes. She took a step towards him and replied in a voice smooth like silk. "Nuni."
"Hello, I'm Pumbaa!" he said with all the enthusiasm in the world.
Timon looked up at his friend, realizing he was suddenly going goo-goo eyes over someone that had just attacked him moments ago. Bunching his brow, he tossed his arms over his chest and frowned deeply at the scene unfolding in front of him.
"Are you lost, Nuni?" Pumbaa asked, closing the gap between them slowly.
"Yes," she replied and gave a little sniff for good measure.
Timon's jaw dropped again, before he exclaimed, "No you aren't!" He scrambled up to Pumbaa's side and looked up at him desperately. "Pumbaa, she attacked me! She said I was on her land!"
"Timon, where are your manners?" Pumbaa chided, his eyes remaining on the girl. "Nuni needs our help."
Timon looked up at his friend from under his furrowed brow, unable to believe what was happening. As he watched the exchange of flirting between his friend and that girl, he realized something was up...