"You think you know a guy," Timon mumbled under his breath.
He watched helplessly as his best friend fell more and more in love with a warthog Timon thought was all wrong for him. And the more Pumbaa spent time with that girl, the less he spent with Timon. Timon felt neglected, deserted—completely tossed out of the picture.
In the back of his mind, he knew that something like this couldn't last very long for Pumbaa. He had never had a girlfriend, therefore he doesn't know what to do. It was only a matter of time before he screwed up, right?
Right?
Timon watched from the sidelines as his best friend changed before his eyes. He didn't sleep as much or eat as much. He focused all his energy on making her happy. She would tell him to jump, Pumbaa would ask 'off what?' It was a downward spiral of love, and Timon was getting sick of it.
One morning, after waking up alone, Timon wondered over to the waterhole. He leaned down, blinked at his saddened reflection, before cupping a paw full of water and sipping at it.
He suddenly heard voices and he quirked his ears. Turning on his heel, he quietly walked to the edge of the brush and peered in, his eyes widening to see Nuni. But she wasn't alone...
"He's all over me like flies on dung," she was saying. "He'd do anything for me."
Timon's eyes flickered from her to her company, his eyes following the sight of a large boned leopard as he stalked back and forth impatiently.
"What does this have to do with me?" the cat growled.
"The only thing I see as a problem is his little friend," she said. "Pumbaa talks about him way too much and he is always saying he should spend more time with him."
"So, what do you want me to do, Nuni?" the leopard asked.
Her only response was a smile, and Timon gulped in fear.
He watched helplessly as his best friend fell more and more in love with a warthog Timon thought was all wrong for him. And the more Pumbaa spent time with that girl, the less he spent with Timon. Timon felt neglected, deserted—completely tossed out of the picture.
In the back of his mind, he knew that something like this couldn't last very long for Pumbaa. He had never had a girlfriend, therefore he doesn't know what to do. It was only a matter of time before he screwed up, right?
Right?
Timon watched from the sidelines as his best friend changed before his eyes. He didn't sleep as much or eat as much. He focused all his energy on making her happy. She would tell him to jump, Pumbaa would ask 'off what?' It was a downward spiral of love, and Timon was getting sick of it.
One morning, after waking up alone, Timon wondered over to the waterhole. He leaned down, blinked at his saddened reflection, before cupping a paw full of water and sipping at it.
He suddenly heard voices and he quirked his ears. Turning on his heel, he quietly walked to the edge of the brush and peered in, his eyes widening to see Nuni. But she wasn't alone...
"He's all over me like flies on dung," she was saying. "He'd do anything for me."
Timon's eyes flickered from her to her company, his eyes following the sight of a large boned leopard as he stalked back and forth impatiently.
"What does this have to do with me?" the cat growled.
"The only thing I see as a problem is his little friend," she said. "Pumbaa talks about him way too much and he is always saying he should spend more time with him."
"So, what do you want me to do, Nuni?" the leopard asked.
Her only response was a smile, and Timon gulped in fear.