Reunion

15 years later

Timon, Pumbaa and Simba had been driving in the enormous truck for some time (they had decided to return to an area close to where they first met). The great truck went pretty fast for its size; even though the container behind it was enormous (Simba had never found out what Timon and Pumbaa kept in the container, as Timon had once said, "You never look in 'the Back', you never even try to think of what's in 'the Back' and do not even think of thinking what's in 'the Back'.").

Simba had enjoyed their adventures together (Timon had once lost the truck in a bet and they wound up stealing the truck back). The strange thing was, even though it was Timon's truck, Timon could not drive, only Pumbaa did. When asked how he got the truck, Timon just replied, "I borrowed it…and never gave it back. Now I use it for my…hobby."

When asked what their 'hobby' was, Timon and Pumbaa just changed the subject. The three had had many great adventures, and what stories they would make (but they are stories for other times).

Here they were on the outskirts of a jungle, near a lake, Timon dozing in the truck's shadow, Simba gone off hunting (Timon and Pumbaa were very good with guns and had taught Simba to use all kinds) and Pumbaa had gone off exploring the jungle. Pumbaa was walking on, humming a tune to himself when he stepped on something; he saw that it was the tail of a sleeping rat who suddenly jumped and ran off. Pumbaa chuckled to himself when he noticed a red dot moving up his shirt. At first he tried swatting it off, but then recognized it as the beam of a sniper rifle. He quickly ducked just as a bullet whizzed past the area where his chest had been. From his position on the ground, he looked up and saw, among the trees, a young woman, reloading the rifle, "Oh, crap," said Pumbaa and got up and ran.

Timon was awoken by the sound of a gunshot, "Pumbaa? Simba?" he asked out loud. Suddenly Pumbaa emerged from the trees, screaming, "SHE'S GONNA KILL ME! Open the 'Back'."

"The 'Back'," said Timon, "Right…oh, my gosh…"

At that moment a young woman dressed in jeans, a sleeveless shirt and had her hair tied in a ponytail which reached passed her waist she had a sniper rifle slung over her back and had drawn a pistol. Timon and Pumbaa ran to the 'Back', opened it and returned with two pistols each, aimed and…there was no one there. They searched, but nothing. Suddenly they were both pinned from behind (the woman had hidden on top of the truck, how she got up there is a mystery).

"Let them go," came a man's voice.

The three looked up to see a man in a cowboy hat, black sunglasses, a white shirt and blue jeans, with a pistol pointing at the girl.

"They're my bounty," said the woman.

"Bounty hunter," said Timon.

"We have a bounty?" asked Pumbaa, but he and Simba turned to look at Timon,

"Remember," said Timon, "That heist a few weeks ago I didn't want to tell you guy's about?"

"Yeah?" said Simba and Pumbaa.

"Now you know why," said Timon.

Suddenly the woman leaped at Simba and kicked the gun out of his hand, Simba punched her in the face, turned around to find his gun, but was suddenly pinned from behind,

"Nala?" said Simba.

The woman suddenly let Simba up and he turned around to look at her face, she had a beauty around her, which he had not noticed before, "Is it really you?"

"Who are you?" asked the woman.

"It's me," said Simba, "Simba."

What?" asked Nala and looked into Simba's eyes.

After a moment they both screamed for joy and hugged each other for who knows how long, they suddenly began muttering together of how it had been so long, it was good to see each other again, etc.

"Hey," said Timon, "This great, it's been so long, but something's been nagging at the back of my head for about 2 seconds, it's probably nothing, but…WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?"

"Timon," said Simba, "This is Nala, she's my best friend."

"Okay," said Timon, "Let my brain take time to process this…she knows you…and you know her…yet…she wants to kill us? This adds up to…happiness? I must have messed up the calculations, let me start over…"

"No, Timon," said Simba, "We haven't seen each other for years, so we didn't recognize each other. Nala, this is Timon and Pumbaa…hey, Pumbaa come over here."

Pumbaa, who had been hanging back, came forward and said, "Pleasure to make your acquaintance," and shook Nala's hand.

Timon simply said, "Hi," his expression told everyone that his brain was finding it hard to accept the fact that Nala was a friend.