Zazu flew in on Pride Rock, and bowed to King Mufasa.

"Asante sana

Squash Banana

We we nugu

Mi mi apana..." Rafiki sang to himself as he made his way up to Pride Rock. He put the ceremonial mark on Mufasa and Sarabi's son, Simba, and held him up for all to see.

"I wish he'd drop him..." Zazu thought. "Oh, gee! That's mean!" He decided.

Blah the boring presentation is over now.

"I can't believe it. I simply cannot believe it. That little hairball is my future king?" Scar made "quotes" with his paws as he said, "future king". "I should have been the king in the first place! And, everyone in their right mind knows that, right?" He asked no one in particular. A mouse scurried near him.

"Ah. This'll make a meal, I was getting hungry." Scar told himself. He swiped at the mouse, and caught it in his paw.

"Life's not fair, is it? You see, I shall never be king." He paused, then added, "Or get a decent meal in this scumbag of a home!" He then cleared his throat. "And you shall never see the light of another day. Adieu." He stuck the mouse in his mouth, and half swallowed it, when

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" Zazu asked. Scar choked for a moment, and then 'hairballed' the mouse, along with some slobbery black hairs from his mane in surprise.

"Ahem. Hairballs." Scar nodded as he said, smiling. The mouse scurried away.

"Oh, now look Zazu! You've made me lose my lunch!" Scar complained.

"Eh heh." Zazu chuckled sarcastically. "You'll lose more than that when the king gets through with you!" He added.

"He's coming? Ooh, let me guess... he's as mad as... oh say... I was when the hairball was born?" Scar wrinkled his nose.

"Madder. Like a hippo with a hernia." Zazu said.

"Ooh, I quiver with fear!" Scar cornered Zazu.

"And, since you made me lose my lunch, I'm gonna make you lose your throat!" He threatened. He chased after the screeching bird, and caught him by the wing.

"Scar!" Mufasa said. Scar had a feather in his mouth.

"Oh, you're here?" He meant to say, though it came out, "Mm-hmm-hmm?"

"Drop him." Mufasa ordered. Zazu said,

"Impeccable timing, your majesty!" Startled, Scar spit out the bird's feather.

"Ugh." Zazu complained.

"Why! If it isn't my big brother, descending from on high, to mingle with the commoners!" Scar teased.

"Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba." Mufasa said.

"That's the last place I'd want to go." Scar thought. "That was today?" Scar asked, pretending to make a pity out of himself. "Oh, I feel simply awful!" He said as he scratched his claws against the wall of the cave, making a sound like claws on a chalkboard. Zazu cringed at it.

"Must have... slipped my mind," Scar said, admiring his claws.

"Yes, well. As slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother, you should have been first in line!" Zazu insisted. Scar chomped at him, threatening.

"Well I was first in line. Until the litlte hairball was born, of course," Scar said, remarking Simba.

"That 'hairball' is my son, and your future king!" Mufasa said to him, angrily.

"Oh, I shall practice my curtsy," Scar said, sarcastically.

"Don't turn your back on me, Scar!" Mufasa warned.

"Oh, no Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me," He rolled his eyes and started walking off.

"Is that a challenge?" Mufasa was right back up with him.

"Temper temper!" Scar said. "I wouldn't dream of challenging you!" He added.

"Pity. Why not?" Asked Zazu.

"Well, as far as brains go I got the lion's share," Scar said. Looking at Mufasa, "But when it comes to brute strength..." He turned and started slumping off. "I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool."

"That ugly, dispicable rat!" Zazu spat. At seeing Mufasa's concerned face, he went for a lighter aspect.

"There's one in every family Sire. Two in mine actually. And they always manage to ruin special occasions." He complained.

"What am I going to do with him?" Mufasa asked Zazu.

"He'd make a very handsome throw rug!" Zazu suggested.

"Zazu!" Mufasa scolded.

"What?" Zazu asked, "And just think! Whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out to the dump and beat him!" He joked. Mufasa had to chuckle at the idea.