"Can you come?" Timon repeated with a furrowed brow. He gazed at her for a
moment, before he added, "Do you want to?"
Shenzi rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I wouldn't have asked, Stooge."
"Well, ah..." Timon said, taking a step toward her and rubbing the back of his neck. "My colony lives there. And well... it's sort of a predator-free environment. Know what I'm saying?"
She made a show of looking around, before gazing at him pointedly. "Well, if I see a predator, I'll tell ya. How's that?"
Timon raised a paw and pointed at her silently, and she grinned a little.
"Oh, don't you be worryin' about me," Shenzi insisted. "I haven't saved your life just to go all that way to eat you. True, you are leading me to a much larger array of snacks, but I ain't that kinda girl." She paused and looked up at the sky, mumbling, "Hey, that ain't such a bad idea. I'll have to file that plan away for my more evil days."
Timon stared at her, his face drooped in dread.
She just laughed, adding, "I'm just pullin' your tail."
He was aware it was a figure of speech, but he grabbed for his tail anyway and petted it softly. "Are you sure you'd like to come?" he asked again.
"Yeah, it'll be fun."
"Nah, it will be a long and boring trek," Timon warned.
"More reason for me to go with you, don't ya think?"
"I'll have more stupid stories."
"As long as I don't have to listen to 'em."
"Alright, I guess you're coming!" Timon announced, clapping his paws together.
"Great," Shenzi said with a quick bob of her head.
"Y'know," Timon said, as they began heading in the right direction. "Since you're tagging along, there's no sense for BOTH of us to have to walk... so, ah..."
Shenzi looked at him, saying sassily, "You best be offering to carry me."
Timon tilted his head up at her and grinned uneasily. "Oh, I would... if I could... but I have a bad back. Couldn't you carry...?"
"I don't think so!"
"What?" Timon drew out with a shrug of his shoulders. "Couldn't I just sit on your head? I won't take much room."
"Honey, the only place you'll be sitting is in my mouth."
"Heh, no way," Timon replied, waving her off. "I'd rather walk a hundred miles than be carried in that thing again!"
5 minutes later...
"Y'know, Shenzi, I know a grass that will just give the mouth a minty freshness," Timon griped, fanning at her breath as he lay sprawled over her bottom chop. "And would you mind not drooling so much, my fur is soaked!"
She halted suddenly and bent her head to spit him out, sending him rolling across the dirt. "Oh so sorry, Mr.-weak-ankles-jabber-jaws," she rattled, tossing her head back and forth, "But, I haven't eaten in a while and having you just lying in my mouth ain't helping much."
"Yuck," Timon griped, standing up and looking down at his slobbery body. "Well... let's take a break then, shall we?" He shook himself clean and then gazed around, inspecting the surrounding area for possible dinner arrangements. He spotted a nearby log nestled and walked over to it, smacking his lips. "Which do you prefer? The crawly ones or the ones with wings?"
"The hooved ones."
Timon paused and looked over his shoulder at her with a "Huh?" and found her staring intently off in the distance where a herd of gazelles were grazing. Timon's face dropped and he shot his hyena-companion a look. "Oh, tell me you aren't..."
"I can get that baby," she whispered, staring unblinking at the small creature that had ventured too far from the rest. "I could get it easily..."
"Shenzi, don't," Timon whispered back, looking between the glaze-eyed hyena and the oblivious, innocent gazelle. "It is so cute!"
"I'm going for it!" she said, shooting off.
"Wait! Shenzi, no!" Timon shouted, running after her.
Shenzi rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I wouldn't have asked, Stooge."
"Well, ah..." Timon said, taking a step toward her and rubbing the back of his neck. "My colony lives there. And well... it's sort of a predator-free environment. Know what I'm saying?"
She made a show of looking around, before gazing at him pointedly. "Well, if I see a predator, I'll tell ya. How's that?"
Timon raised a paw and pointed at her silently, and she grinned a little.
"Oh, don't you be worryin' about me," Shenzi insisted. "I haven't saved your life just to go all that way to eat you. True, you are leading me to a much larger array of snacks, but I ain't that kinda girl." She paused and looked up at the sky, mumbling, "Hey, that ain't such a bad idea. I'll have to file that plan away for my more evil days."
Timon stared at her, his face drooped in dread.
She just laughed, adding, "I'm just pullin' your tail."
He was aware it was a figure of speech, but he grabbed for his tail anyway and petted it softly. "Are you sure you'd like to come?" he asked again.
"Yeah, it'll be fun."
"Nah, it will be a long and boring trek," Timon warned.
"More reason for me to go with you, don't ya think?"
"I'll have more stupid stories."
"As long as I don't have to listen to 'em."
"Alright, I guess you're coming!" Timon announced, clapping his paws together.
"Great," Shenzi said with a quick bob of her head.
"Y'know," Timon said, as they began heading in the right direction. "Since you're tagging along, there's no sense for BOTH of us to have to walk... so, ah..."
Shenzi looked at him, saying sassily, "You best be offering to carry me."
Timon tilted his head up at her and grinned uneasily. "Oh, I would... if I could... but I have a bad back. Couldn't you carry...?"
"I don't think so!"
"What?" Timon drew out with a shrug of his shoulders. "Couldn't I just sit on your head? I won't take much room."
"Honey, the only place you'll be sitting is in my mouth."
"Heh, no way," Timon replied, waving her off. "I'd rather walk a hundred miles than be carried in that thing again!"
5 minutes later...
"Y'know, Shenzi, I know a grass that will just give the mouth a minty freshness," Timon griped, fanning at her breath as he lay sprawled over her bottom chop. "And would you mind not drooling so much, my fur is soaked!"
She halted suddenly and bent her head to spit him out, sending him rolling across the dirt. "Oh so sorry, Mr.-weak-ankles-jabber-jaws," she rattled, tossing her head back and forth, "But, I haven't eaten in a while and having you just lying in my mouth ain't helping much."
"Yuck," Timon griped, standing up and looking down at his slobbery body. "Well... let's take a break then, shall we?" He shook himself clean and then gazed around, inspecting the surrounding area for possible dinner arrangements. He spotted a nearby log nestled and walked over to it, smacking his lips. "Which do you prefer? The crawly ones or the ones with wings?"
"The hooved ones."
Timon paused and looked over his shoulder at her with a "Huh?" and found her staring intently off in the distance where a herd of gazelles were grazing. Timon's face dropped and he shot his hyena-companion a look. "Oh, tell me you aren't..."
"I can get that baby," she whispered, staring unblinking at the small creature that had ventured too far from the rest. "I could get it easily..."
"Shenzi, don't," Timon whispered back, looking between the glaze-eyed hyena and the oblivious, innocent gazelle. "It is so cute!"
"I'm going for it!" she said, shooting off.
"Wait! Shenzi, no!" Timon shouted, running after her.