Pride Land Information Source
The Television Show of all the 'True'
Aspects of the Pride Lands- Loss of a
Family Member
Disclaimer :: Disclaimer is the same, I haven't just become the owner of The Lion King or something... and no stealing any of my characters!!! You know who they are. Okay, and, mental note, starts out the same. The chapters will all start the same way.
THANK YOU SO MUCH PICHOOI FOR REVIEWING THE FIRST CHAPTER!!! I FINALLY GOT A REVIEW ON PRIDE LAND INFORMATION SOURCE! YAY!!
We fade into classic different wacky 'Pride Land Information Source' signs, as traditional theme plays
Seneerie (our host): singing; tune is similar to that of 'Home on the Range'... the original, not the Disney song. A little too many words in some of the phrases... Oh... the work was hard
and the pay was bad
and the way here was quite bor-ing
But on the way here
We see quite the advertisement
And that really got us lur-ing
So....
tune now similar to 'We're Gonna Take a Walk Outside Today'; if you've seen The Adventures of Milo and Otis you'll understand
If you're really bored and want to do something
Then at this show all your bells will ring
Yeah, if you're really bored and want to do something
Then at this show all your bells will ring
It's a really weird world and a good one too
for the stupid bums and the ones in the loo
Yeah, it's a really weird world and a good one too
for the stupid bums and the ones in the loo!
we now switch to a dome-like room, made of rock. In the middle is a polished rectangular table with two seats across from each other. In one of the two seats is a rather pudgy cream colored lioness; probably around Kiara's age at her time. The lioness is sitting like a lion, except her paws are on the table. This is Seneerie. She has been running this show for a matter of 5 years. On each side of the table is a microphone on a tiny stand with a long cord that seems to lead to nowhere.
Seneerie: who is in a praying like position and seems to be having trouble breathing, looks rather er... mad, and is occasionally laughing maniacally; she's talking to herself quietly Okay... calm yourself... wait! screaming madly No! Don't calm myself! I can tell the future, and I know that calming yourself is something bad! What am I, some kind of freeeeeeeeeak?
Cameraman James waves his arms in front of the screen
Cameraman James: Heh heh, sorry! I highly recommended Seneerie not to have the show today... she's a little drunk, what with the loss and all.
Seneerie: What? I am not drunk! I am perfectly fine!
Cameraman James: And listening to songs that will be written in the future. whispering to poor drunk Seneerie You might tell them about "the loss."
Seneerie: who is panting and trying to regain her self consciousness Okay... be calm... don't calm yourself... speaking relatively clearly Okay. Well, my daddipoo everyone laughs What? Is something wrong? Anyway, my daddipoo died, and so he's gone -- and so we're going to interview Mufasa, because he lost his daddipoo too. I mean, because he's king of the pride lands.
Jeopardy music, Seneerie is shouting, you know the drill
So all be nice to Mufiepoo!
"Mufiepoo" arrives, yawning
Seneerie: who seems to be relatively normal, except she keeps giving you an Ed-like stare Ah, here he is! Come, Muffy, come. bangs fist on the table; but not without gasping in pain, and madly shaking it. She appears to be holding back tears of pain Yeah... right over here.
Mufasa has sat down opposite Seneerie. Seneerie leans toward him, studying his features.
Seneerie: whistles, she is whispering mainly to herself Whoo. Too bad he already has a queen. backs off a little, is now finally starting the long awaited interview So Mufasa, the first question is: So what's king being like?
Mufasa stares at her, she sighs, makes that purring movement with her lips, and rolls her eyes
Seneerie: Heh, I mean, what's being king like?
Mufasa: who seems to have gotten the message Ohh! Well, it's actually quite interesting.
Seneerie: in sarcastic, "duh" voice Really? How so?
Mufasa: It's much more of a responsibility than I thought. In fact, basically all I do is work. But it's kind of fun for everyone to look up to you. smiles teasingly
Seneerie: Granted, but aren't you having a son?
Mufasa nods, still smiling
Mufasa: Yes. Any time now. In fact, I was almost afraid to come: Sarabi thinks he's coming.
Seneerie: He?
Mufasa: Oh, didn't I tell you? It's a boy, and his name's to be Simba.
Seneerie: Awww... that's cute. Well Mufasa, soon he'll have to come in for an interview as well!
Mufasa gives her a look
Seneerie: I mean, you know, when he's old enough.
Mufasa: Oooooooohhhhhhh.
Now it's Seneerie's turn to give Mufasa a look.
Seneerie: Yeah. Whatever. Well, so Mufasa, what do you think of your brother Scar?
Mufasa: sighs Must we bring him up?
Seneerie: gasps Uh, yyyyeah!
Mufasa: sighs Well, he's been a bit of a brat lately.
Seneerie: who is losing her patience and getting bored; this can be seen by the way she is clawing holes in her table How so?
Mufasa: Well... we had a family event the other day and he said he couldn't come.
Seneerie: And? Maybe he was sick?
Mufasa: It was just a common cold...
Seneerie rolls her eyes
Seneerie: Maybe he just doesn't like sympathy and attention then.
Mufasa: Well, there's a thought. But also, he doesn't seem very happy about Simba.
Seneerie: who seems to be going a little too much toward the evil side; don't blame her, she's been listening to broadway music that will be written in the future :D Well that's understandable.
Mufasa: Why?
Seneerie: Let's change the subject. How much do you weigh?
Mufasa: WHAT?!
Seneerie: sighs Dude, it's a joke.
Mufasa: 643. Oops.
Seneerie breaks out laughing; Mufasa looks embarrassed
Seneerie: Look who's overweight! Hah! The king of the pride lands is overweight! tune of 'na na' The king is overwei-eight! The king is overwei-eight!
Mufasa: Stop! So what if I'm overweight? Have you any idea how much my brother is underweight?
Seneerie continues laughing; then looks rather serious
Seneerie: No.
Mufasa: Well then. We seem to cancel each other out. Except, about 50 pounds doesn't cut it for him.
Seneerie: Wow. He's really a scimp.
Mufasa: Hey, don't tell him I said that. Besides, you aren't exactly skinny either!
Seneerie looks embarrassed; this has become true because for the last few days all she's done is sat around and eat See's candy.
Seneerie: It's not my fault Daddipoo died a week ago and I'm not over it!
Mufasa: who is now sympathizing Seneerie Oh... you poor thing. I'll make sure nothing ever happens to you. Okay?
Seneerie smiles
Seneerie: Sure, big guy!
Mufasa: Okay...
Cameraman James: And that's all the time we have! Unless we want to see Mufasa consider breaking up with Sarabi and going for a depressed, drunk TV show host.
The Closest We Can Get to the End without Making this Romance-based