Blop. Kocham Lody (I love the polish language. That's all I know how to say, but I love it!)

Here we go!

Simba, Mufasa, and Taka were all alone. After the ceremony, the trio head out for time away from the lionesses. Simba was the only one awake that night. He lay on his back stargazing. He thought of the Great Kings of the Past. I wonder if Queens get to go up there, too. Simba muttered to himself, thoughts turning to Nala for the millionth time that night. When she had…well, cleaned his head off during the ceremony…what had happened back there? Simba was utterly confused. The moment her tongue had touched his fur, his heartbeat sped up and his brain had done flips. Weird.

Taka and Mufasa were sleeping in a small valley beneath the hill Simba was on. Mufasa looked very calm while Taka looked deeply disturbed by some dream. Maybe he's worried about Zira and the cub, Simba thought.

Just then, Simba noticed a smell. A really awful smell. "Ugh! Nasty!" he exclaimed as quietly as possible. "What the heck is that?"

Simba set off to find the scent's source. It wasn't long until he picked up another scent, not nearly as awful. This scent reminded Simba of dust. The lion decided to go into stalking mode. The last thing he wanted was to end up walking straight into a pair of hostile elephants or something. He followed the scent for a mile or so until he came to hill overlooking a large clearing. The prince peered over the top of the grasses and spotted the two creatures responsible for the scents. A warthog and meerkat.

"Timon, I'm telling ya', we are lost," said the warthog.

"Are not! We just dunno where we are exactly!" Timon shoot back as he paced the clearing. Simba muffled a chuckle.

"If you had just asked that horned guy for directions!" the warthog continued.

"Never trust an antelope, Pumbaa!" Timon yelled before flinching. "They have deranged minds…" he said, looking very suspicious of a tree in the distance.

"They're deranged?" Pumbaa retorted. Simba barely contained his laughter.

"Why did we leave the jungle again, Timon?" asked Pumbaa. "Because," Timon dragged out, "We ran out of Hakuna Matata! We gotta find the monkey so we can get a refund! Or, at least, a refill!"

"Hakuna Ma-what-a?" Simba said between snickers, a little too loudly. He whirled to see the pair, who whirled to look at him.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Timon and Pumbaa screamed.

"No, wait!" Simba bolted down the hill. Meanwhile the meerkat climbed on top of Pumbaa, grabbed both ears and started shouting, "RUN! IT'S A LION! WE'RE DEAD! KAPUT! WE DINNER!" Pumbaa began to run away, but Simba ran in front of to face them. "STOP! I promise I won't hurt you!" Pumbaa, of course, stopped, looking up at the handsome young lion. Timon wasn't as obeying.

"Uh, Pumbaa? We're in immediate danger here! LET'S MOVE!" Timon looked down at Pumbaa, then up at Simba, and back down at Pumbaa. "Geez, I always gotta do everything!" the meerkat threw his hands in the air, walked down off Pumba's rear, and started pushing his mode of transportation, the warthog. "Come on! Let's go! Move it!"

Simba shook his head. "I'm Simba," he said.

"I'm Pumbaa, and this here's Timon," said the trusting warthog.

"Pumbaa!" Timon exclaimed, "Ya don't tell strangers your name!"

"I'm the Prince of the Pridelands," Simba contradicted. Pumbaa gasped.

"Really?"

"Last time I checked," Simba regretting having introduced his royal blood to the pair. "Uh, what was that…that thing you guys mentioned? Hakuna Matata?"

"Oohh," Timon looked up at Pumbaa. The meerkat's Hakuna Matata tank just got refilled. "Hakuna Matata," he said to Simba, climbing back on top of Pumbaa and walking onto his nose, "Is a beautiful little way of being. It means 'no worries.'

"You see, kid, if bad things happen and you can't help it, you don't need to be worried about it. It's our way of life!"

"So long as there's a place for your rump to rest, food in your belly, and no one eatin' ya', your doing swell!" Pumbaa joined in.

"Really?" Simba asked.

"Oh yeah," Timon relaxed, "And we're living proof. I wasn't always the cool cat you see before you."

"No," Simba said sarcastically.

"Nope. Back with the other meerkats, I was the lowest guy on the totem pole. I wanted to live where we didn't dig tunnels to hide from hyenas, and for that, I was outcasted."

"That's too bad," said Simba.

"Bad? It was the best thing to ever happen to me! Because of dat, I met a weird old monkey that taught me hakuna matata!"

"And what about you?" Simba asked Pumbaa.

"Well, um, I have issues…"

"With gas," finished Timon.

"Timon!" Pumbaa whined.

"That's okay. We all have issues with something or another. Like me. The pride thinks I'm suicidal because I like to swim."

"You, you like to swim?" asked Timon happily.

"Yeah," Simba shrugged.

"Pumbaa," Timon said, "I think we just found our key to hakuna matata."

"I think your right!" agreed the warthog. "Ya wanna be friends?" he asked the prince.

"Sure," Simba said, "You can live near Pride Rock if you want!"

And because Simba was prince and could do these things, he ordered that no predator ever harm the smelly warthog or the smart mouth meerkat. Go figure.

Yeah, I'm trying to incorporate as much from all the movies and the Broadway musical and such into here, w/o ruining anything. Whatever. This isn't my best work, sorry it's short.

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