Returning
(A.N. You will notice Mufasa's ghost is not included in this chapter, the reason will be revealed soon enough).
The two men sleeping in the shade of the monstrous truck seemed to be having some good dreams when a woman emerged from the shadows of the trees and shook one of them awake, "Hey," she said, "Wake up."
The thinner of the two opened his eyes and looked at the woman in a way that said he did not appreciate being awake at the moment, "What is it?"
"I'm looking for Simba," said Nala, "Have you two seen him?"
"Wasn't he with you?" asked Timon, annoyed.
"He was," said Nala, "But I can't find him now."
"You will not find him here," said a voice out of the trees, "The King has returned home."
"He's gone back," said Nala.
"Whose voice…who's gone back where?" asked Timon.
(A.N. the following conversation would be difficult to understand if written like all other conversations)
Nala: Simba's gone back.
Timon: Where?
Nala: The Royal Palace.
Timon: Why?
Nala: To fight his uncle.
Pumbaa: Why?
Nala: To become King.
Pumbaa: Who's the King?
Nala: Simba's the King
Timon & Pumbaa: Simba's the what?
Nala: He didn't tell you?
Timon: No. How is he a King?
Nala: It's a long story.
Timon: I'm sure it is.
Pumbaa: Who's his uncle?
Nala: Scar
Timon: Scar?
Nala: Scar!
Timon: What kind of sick-ass name is that?
Nala: I've been asking myself that for the last fifteen years.
"I get it, now," said Timon, "But how is he going to get back to the Royal country?"
"That's what he wanted the jeep for," Pumbaa said.
"What?" asked Timon.
"He woke me up a few minutes ago asking for the keys to the jeep…"
"How does he know about the jeep?"
"I told him."
"What?"
A few minutes later they were standing behind the truck and, indeed, the back was open and empty, "Did you tell him about the other…stuff?" asked Timon.
"No," said Pumbaa.
"Good," said Timon.
"We have to go help Simba," said Nala.
"Why?" asked Timon.
"Because he's our friend and friends always stick together," said Pumbaa.
"Touché," said Timon.