The Morning After
(AN: This is my own chapter)
The next morning came and Simba left the truck, being careful to close the door as quietly as possible, "Timon?"
His feet touched the ground just as Timon appeared from behind the truck, closing the doors to the 'Back'.
"Timon, I…what is in there?" asked Simba, pointing to the back.
"In there," said Timon, "Is how I make money to put food on our table."
"You buy our food?" asked Simba.
"No," replied Timon, "I just always hear people say that and…why do you keep smiling?"
Simba had indeed been smiling throughout the conversation, "Last night was the best night of my entire life," he said.
"Why?" asked Timon, "Last night I saw you come into the truck with…it took me a long time to realize that, I don't know why. Anyway…WHOA."
"What is it?" asked Pumbaa, appearing from the front.
"Last night, Simba and the girl got into…" started Timon.
"Wow," said Pumbaa, "This is great."
"Yes," said Timon, "Now she can leave."
"This isn't like your relationships," said Pumbaa.
"What do you mean?" asked Timon.
"In Simba's case, the 'night' isn't the only thing," said Pumbaa.
"There's something apart from the night?" asked Timon, "I've got to make some phone calls."
And Timon left and climbed into the 'Back'.
Two hours later
Timon climbed out of the back and found Pumbaa lying in the shadow of the truck with his hat over his eyes, Timon sat down next to him, "What did they say?" asked Pumbaa.
"They said, 'We're not getting back with you, so stop calling us'," said Timon, "Where's Simba?"
"He left for a walk with the girl," said Pumbaa.
"Okay," said Timon and he put his hat over his eyes and tried to sleep.