"Pumbaa?" a voice asked.
Pumbaa's ears quirked and he looked a little to his left, spotting a limb on the edge of the cliff. And on that tree limb was Timon, clinging to dear life.
"Timon!" Pumbaa exclaimed, his face lighting.
"Pumbaa, you have to get away from her!" Timon yelled frantically, shifting his sore arms around the branch. He could feel his muscles spasm in protest, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. It wasn't the time to think about him self. "Now! She's going to get rid of you and steal our home!"
Pumbaa's brow furrowed and he gave the warthog beside him a look. Nuni gazed back at him with a surprised expression, before she leaned in and whispered, "Who are you going to believe, Pumbaa? Me or the meerkat that had just killed my friend in cold blood?"
"Pumbaa, he was trying to kill me!" Timon shouted back.
Pumbaa looked between them, feeling like he was being pulled in two different directions. He didn't know what to do. Usually in a situation like this it was Timon that made the choices, not he...
"Pumbaa!" Timon shouted, loosing his grip but managing to grab onto the limb with one hand at the last moment.
Pumbaa gasped and took a step towards the slope in surprise as Timon hung by just his fingertips.
"What's it going to be, Pumbaa?" Nuni asked behind him. "Him or me?"
Timon gritted his teeth as he felt his grip start to slip, one by one his fingers giving. Pumbaa's breath quickened, his eyes darting back and forth from warthog to meerkat.
It was now or never... now or never...
Nuni huffed in frustration behind him and exclaimed, "Too slow!" and with that, rammed Pumbaa with her snout. Pumbaa howled in fear as he rolled down the short slope, the branch directly in his path.
Timon gasped and watched as his friend headed straight toward him. All he could do was cringe and close his eyes.
Pumbaa's ears quirked and he looked a little to his left, spotting a limb on the edge of the cliff. And on that tree limb was Timon, clinging to dear life.
"Timon!" Pumbaa exclaimed, his face lighting.
"Pumbaa, you have to get away from her!" Timon yelled frantically, shifting his sore arms around the branch. He could feel his muscles spasm in protest, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. It wasn't the time to think about him self. "Now! She's going to get rid of you and steal our home!"
Pumbaa's brow furrowed and he gave the warthog beside him a look. Nuni gazed back at him with a surprised expression, before she leaned in and whispered, "Who are you going to believe, Pumbaa? Me or the meerkat that had just killed my friend in cold blood?"
"Pumbaa, he was trying to kill me!" Timon shouted back.
Pumbaa looked between them, feeling like he was being pulled in two different directions. He didn't know what to do. Usually in a situation like this it was Timon that made the choices, not he...
"Pumbaa!" Timon shouted, loosing his grip but managing to grab onto the limb with one hand at the last moment.
Pumbaa gasped and took a step towards the slope in surprise as Timon hung by just his fingertips.
"What's it going to be, Pumbaa?" Nuni asked behind him. "Him or me?"
Timon gritted his teeth as he felt his grip start to slip, one by one his fingers giving. Pumbaa's breath quickened, his eyes darting back and forth from warthog to meerkat.
It was now or never... now or never...
Nuni huffed in frustration behind him and exclaimed, "Too slow!" and with that, rammed Pumbaa with her snout. Pumbaa howled in fear as he rolled down the short slope, the branch directly in his path.
Timon gasped and watched as his friend headed straight toward him. All he could do was cringe and close his eyes.