Chapter 17: Guns…lots of guns

"This is the biggest arsenal of guns I have ever seen," said Simba.

Indeed it was; two shelves, twenty meters long, each, with every gun ever conceived by mortal hands on them; Uzis, AK-47s, rifles, and all sorts of others, "How did you fit these shelves inside the truck?" Nala asked.

"I can't remember," said Timon, "Which raises another question: how the hell am I going to get these back in once we're done?"

"Which guns do we take?" asked Simba raising an eyebrow, knowing how picky Timon was about weapons.

"Simba," said Timon, in a brotherly way, "We are going to fight for your Kingdom, you are the most important person out of all of us, but most of all, you're our friend, and so you take whatever weapon you want."

Simba smiled and said, "Thanks, Timon," then reached up to grab a large chain gun, but Timon spoke up,

"Touch the chain gun and I'll kill you."

Simba smiled, Pumbaa just rolled his eyes and Nala managed a small laugh they all began helping themselves to as much weapons as they could carry comfortably and they began making their way through the ruined city, towards the Palace; Simba in the lead, Nala and Pumbaa following and Timon tailing, heaving the large chain gun.

Meanwhile…

Scar lay on his bed twisting violently from side to side, even in his dreams; the memories came rushing back to him:

He was 16, he was sitting in the Dining Hall sipping some coffee, his older brother (now 18) sitting opposite him on the dining table, "So how did last night go with Sarabi?" asked Scar.

"Erm," said Mufasa, obviously trying to think fast, "It went alright."

"Wait a minute, whoa, whoa," said Scar, putting down his coffee, "Alright? What do you mean by alright?"

"I mean," replied Mufasa, "That it was alright, we went out, we had fun…"

"But nothing happened?" asked Scar, and Mufasa just shook his head, "I don't believe it."

At that moment, Sarabi and her best friend Sarafina (both 17) came in and hello to Mufasa and each ruffled Scar's hair as they passed him, "Hello Rama."

"Why? Why?" asked Scar as he flattened his hair.

"So Mufasa," said Sarafina as she took a seat next to Scar, "Sarabi told me about last night."

Sarabi blushed as she sat down next to Mufasa, "I still can't believe nothing happened," said Scar, laughing and Mufasa through a rather large bread bun at him.

Scar awoke, sweating and panting with fear.