So there I was in my Mom's truck, which technically should be my truck. but she says it isn't mine just because of one technicality. That technicality being that I don't have my driver license.

Anyways there I was in the truck my mom driving us to the fashion show mall in the middle of town, that town being Las Vegas.

As we were driving along I caught a glimpse of the Mirage hotel and casino, which made me remember that Mirage translates into Sarabi in the Swahili language.

It also made me remember about that one guy, Roy, who kinda got turned into a chew toy by his white tiger. But then again what should one expect from a tiger named Mangore?

'One day I shall come upon those homos with the wrath of the one true king Simba and liberate the white tigers!' I thought wickedly.

But for right now I felt like playing some music.

So I reached in to the glove compartment and pulled out Relient K's album "The Anatomy of the Tongue in Cheek" that my best friend Erick lent me. Man, Erick is the coolest! You don't even know!

Ahem

Well, well anyway so I was about to put in the CD when the queen of all evil, AKA my mom, slapped away my paw. It was most painful.

"Hey what the heck mom?"

"I'm not listing to that"

"Well I've been listening to your Earth, Wind, and Fire for the last five miles!"

"The answers no, and besides, you need to funkafy yourself"

'funk-a-fy? What is that supposed to mean? Does she want me not to take any showers?'

"But then I'll end up smelling bad like Nuka! and then how am I supposed to win Nala's heart?'" I protested, with the cutest cub eyes you've ever seen.

My mom looked at me like I was a crazy person who had just escaped form the looney bin. I decided to change the subject.

"Well then can I listen to Green Day?"

"no"

"Taking Back Sunday?"

"no"

"The All-American Rejects?"

"no"

"Fall Out Boy?"

"NO!"

"Mom! you just dissed my whole generations' music!"

"Well that's too bad your generations' music lacks substance, you need some soul."

Evil mom... Just like Zira... Hey wait! would that make me Kovu? hmm Nala and Kovu... oooh, kinky! like it!

"honey?" my mom said breaking my train of thought.

Damn it! I was just thinking of a way to make that into a erotic story so I could put it on fanfiction...

'Oh well I wonder if she'll let me play The Lion King soundtrack?' I thought.

"Well then can I listen to my Lion King CD?

My mom thought for a moment.

"Yeah sure"

'Yes!' I thought happily as I popped my special edition of The Lion King Soundtrack. and we listened to it all the way to the mall with the occasional sing along (by me), and it was most awesome.

The End (of this part)

Wait a second... did I say she slapped my paw?