Now in this chapter, Timon goes over to Sheala's house for dinner. Yet
again, it is quite strange. Enjoy!!!
Chapter 3 Dinner
It was Thursday and Timon was more nervous than ever! He was fretting about everything!
"What do I wear? What do I say? Do I need to bring a green bean casserole?" Timon asked Pumba in a very panicky way.
"I can answer those questions. Nothing, you're a merekat. Whatever's on your mind. You can talk about the weather. And to the last question, what's a green bean casserole? If you bring anything, bring those delicious little green bugs. Sheala would love those," Pumba answered.
"Thanks buddy! Sheala would love those, I think."
"Seriously, what is a green bean casserole?" Pumba asked
"I'm not sure," Timon confessed. "It just seemed like an interesting thing to say."
"Okay."
It was Friday morning and Timon was up early so that he would be ready for dinner that night. He was nervous, but not as nervous as the day before.
"Timon," Pumba said in between yawns. "What are you doing up so early?"
"I have to take a shower and prepare for tonight," Timon answered.
"Well, I'm going back to bed."
"You do that."
It was now Friday evening and it was 5 minutes before Timon's dinner date. That was just enough time to get to Sheala's right on time.
"I'm leaving, buddy," Timon told Pumba.
"Alright."
Timon grabbed a container with the little green bugs and left for Sheala's. For one strange reason or another, Timon wasn't nervous. Maybe it was because it seemed like a dream to him. Whatever it was, it sure calmed him down.
He arrived at Sheala's cave just on time and went to her room. He knocked on the door, almost immediately the door swung open, and Sheala was standing in the doorway. She was smiling and somehow looked better than before.
"Come in," Sheala said in that same soothing tone that she always had.
Timon looked around. The "waiting room" that he had been in earlier that week was completely renovated. In the center of the room was a table with a beige tablecloth and two plates. There was also a bowl of squirming red bugs. But the thing that really surprised Timon was the two candles in the center of the table.
"Sit down," Sheala said pointing to a chair next to the table. Timon took the seat and Sheala took the other one on the opposite end of the table.
"I brought some bugs," Timon said, showing Sheala the container filled with the green bugs.
"My favorite!" Sheala exclaimed. "I would have brought some, but they are so hard to find over here!"
"Come over to my place sometime. They're everywhere," Timon offered.
"That would be great," Sheala said. "Help yourself."
Timon reached over to spoon up some of the red bugs and just as he did that, he knocked over one of the candles and the fire spread to the tablecloth. An earsplitting alarm went of and sprinkler from the ceiling started spraying. Sheala was screaming and the fire was growing at a rapid speed. Five merekats busted into the room, each with a bucket of water. Timon made for the exit so that he wouldn't be humiliated. It was hard to see through the smoke, but he made it out of the cave and ran, crying hard, back to the jungle. His first date was a disaster.
Chapter 3 Dinner
It was Thursday and Timon was more nervous than ever! He was fretting about everything!
"What do I wear? What do I say? Do I need to bring a green bean casserole?" Timon asked Pumba in a very panicky way.
"I can answer those questions. Nothing, you're a merekat. Whatever's on your mind. You can talk about the weather. And to the last question, what's a green bean casserole? If you bring anything, bring those delicious little green bugs. Sheala would love those," Pumba answered.
"Thanks buddy! Sheala would love those, I think."
"Seriously, what is a green bean casserole?" Pumba asked
"I'm not sure," Timon confessed. "It just seemed like an interesting thing to say."
"Okay."
It was Friday morning and Timon was up early so that he would be ready for dinner that night. He was nervous, but not as nervous as the day before.
"Timon," Pumba said in between yawns. "What are you doing up so early?"
"I have to take a shower and prepare for tonight," Timon answered.
"Well, I'm going back to bed."
"You do that."
It was now Friday evening and it was 5 minutes before Timon's dinner date. That was just enough time to get to Sheala's right on time.
"I'm leaving, buddy," Timon told Pumba.
"Alright."
Timon grabbed a container with the little green bugs and left for Sheala's. For one strange reason or another, Timon wasn't nervous. Maybe it was because it seemed like a dream to him. Whatever it was, it sure calmed him down.
He arrived at Sheala's cave just on time and went to her room. He knocked on the door, almost immediately the door swung open, and Sheala was standing in the doorway. She was smiling and somehow looked better than before.
"Come in," Sheala said in that same soothing tone that she always had.
Timon looked around. The "waiting room" that he had been in earlier that week was completely renovated. In the center of the room was a table with a beige tablecloth and two plates. There was also a bowl of squirming red bugs. But the thing that really surprised Timon was the two candles in the center of the table.
"Sit down," Sheala said pointing to a chair next to the table. Timon took the seat and Sheala took the other one on the opposite end of the table.
"I brought some bugs," Timon said, showing Sheala the container filled with the green bugs.
"My favorite!" Sheala exclaimed. "I would have brought some, but they are so hard to find over here!"
"Come over to my place sometime. They're everywhere," Timon offered.
"That would be great," Sheala said. "Help yourself."
Timon reached over to spoon up some of the red bugs and just as he did that, he knocked over one of the candles and the fire spread to the tablecloth. An earsplitting alarm went of and sprinkler from the ceiling started spraying. Sheala was screaming and the fire was growing at a rapid speed. Five merekats busted into the room, each with a bucket of water. Timon made for the exit so that he wouldn't be humiliated. It was hard to see through the smoke, but he made it out of the cave and ran, crying hard, back to the jungle. His first date was a disaster.