Chapter #3- Early Childhood

Pumbaa: Okay Simba, I got my paper and I'm ready to take notes.

Simba:Okay, it all started like thi…… Pumbaa I didn't even start the story and all of the grubs are gone.

Pumbaa: Oh, Sorry. Go on, go on.

Simbaa: Anyway, it all started at the voting for the king of the jungle which only happens once every century and Mufasa won. Scar has always been jealous.

Pumbaa: That's it. How in the willie wide world are we going to make a story out of that?

Simba: It's not done. Remember, I said we had to do some research.

Pumbaa: Aaaaawwwww, does that require work?

Simba: Yes! What do you think research is Pumbaa?

Pumbaa: Okay, okay. I will do some work. I still want some grubs.

Simba: We have to go to The Jungle Market to see if anybody can give us some info on the beef between them.

Pumbaa: Uhh, Simba, what do you mean by "beef" between them?

Simba: It's street talk, Pumbaa. It means why two people don't like each other.

Pumbaa: Ok, thanks.

Simba: Don't mention it! Now, c'mon my Bacon Buddy.

Pumbaa and Simba start the walk to the Market. They happened to bump into Uncle Max and Ma.

Simba: Hey, what's up Uncle Max and Ma?

Uncle Max and Ma: The sky, duh!

Simba: No, it means how are you doing.

Uncle Max: I know, I was just being funny. So, what brings to the Jungle.

Simba: Ummmm…… We live here and we are on our way to the Market to do some research for the Story Telling Convention.

Ma: We're on our way to the Market too, so we can walk together.

Pumbaa: Neato!

Simba: Pumbaa, just stick to your ol' school.

Pumbaa: Why? Is my slang not cool enough fo' ya'?

Simba: Nevermind!

Ma: Quit foolin' around and get the steppin'!

Simba and Pumbaa: Okay! Okay!

Then, out of the blue, Rafiki came out of nowhere.

Rafiki: Remember, the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step.

Simba: Aawww! Who invited the monkey?

Uncle Max: Listen, Rafiki, what "thousand miles?" We are going 30 steps to the Market.

Pumbaa: Get outta here, Monkey!

Rafiki: You know Simba, your father used to respect me and listen to my advice.

Rafiki hits Simba in the head with the stick.

Simba: Ouch! Hey, what was that for?

Ma: Oh stop your blabberin and get the steppin'. He did it to knock some sense in you.

They all finally reached the Market, and Simba and Pumbaa went to ask people about some of the reasons Mufasa and Scar didn't get along.

Simba: Hi there, do you mind giving me some 411 on the reason why Mufasa and Scar didn't get along?

Mr. Cheetah: Sure, my father was good friends with Mufasa. Would you mind coming to my house for tea while I tell the story?

Simba and Pumbaa: Sure we'll come.

They reached Mr. Cheetah's home and began to take notes.

Mr. Cheetah: Well it all started like this……………….

To Be Continued