Another peaceful day in the lush, and calming jungle that Timon and Pumbaa live in bear the Pride Lands. Both of these best friends were enjoying another grub buffet of their own, and they were both full from all of those bugs they have eaten. "Life is good, eh Pumbaa?"
"You said it, Timon." Pumbaa agreed with him. "You seen that gigantic Caterpillar I found in that dead tree?"
Timon made a small laugh. "How can I not, old bean?" He then smacked his lips of the tasty grub he had eaten. "Hey, you know what they say: you are what you eat."
Pumbaa made a very loud fat from himself, making Timon back away in disgust, covering his mouth to get as much fresh air as he can. "Gah! Really Pumbaa?!" He quickly scooted far away from his best friend. "Would it kill ya to warn me before you break wind like that?"
"Sorry Timon. I thought it was going to be a silent one this time."
"That's what you always say before you cut the cheese!" Timon shouted in an exasperated voice.
"Timon! Honey!" Called a female voice. He looked back, and it was his loving mother, and his mildly sour uncle, Max, having his arms crossed and looking grumpy as usual, but that's just Max.
Timon smiled and gasped. "Mom! Max!" He ran up to them both in for a hug.
"I missed you so much, sweetie-kins." Said Ma.
Uncle Max let out a small groan, and he said: "okay, okay, that's enough of the hugging. You can let go of me now." And he rolled his eyes in irritation. Timon immediately let go of him for his sake.
"Still the same uncle Max, I see?" Timon said with a smug look on his face.
"Shut up." Max muttered with his eyes rolling in irritation again.
"Max." Ma said with his eyes narrowed at him. "We're visiting our own member of the family who is lieutenant to the great King Simba himself."
"And of course, we both raised Simba when he was a cub." Timon reminded boldly. "It was thanks to me and my good friend that ole Simba is the amazing king over all these lands."
"No other lion would dare to oppose a great king like Simba." Pumbaa added. "It feels like only yesterday that we raised him when we found him as a cub, eh Timon?"
The meerkat smiled with a head nod. "Right you are, buddy. So what brings you here to me and Pumbaa's humble home?"
"Oh. We just wanted to say hello and pay a visit, Timon. I miss you so much, sweetie." Then she hugged Timon, making him a little embarrassed, but he ultimately hugged her back to show how much he loved her. "It's just so good to see you."
Timon then said: "it's good to see you too, mom."
"Well, you haven't changed a bit, kiddo." Max said, trying to sound as encouraging as possible. "Still causing trouble I see?"
"Ah. You know me Max, I was one to always get in trouble when I was with the colony before."
Max made a small chuckle. "That toy were Timon. That you were." He gave his nephew a pat on the back to show more love. "Still, you mare a great accomplishment in raising Simba like your mother told you before."
"Well, you're more than welcome to stay here for a while on your visit. My house is your house." Timom declared. "Many grub to eat, a pool to cool you off on a hot day, and other things." Bith the relatives smiled.
Ma then asked: "do you think Simba remembers us after helping him reclaiming the throne?"
"Of course he does. Simba definitely knows you guys. How can he possibly forget about my own family?" Another poor was heard from Pumbaa, making everyone's eyes shot wide, and the three meerkats covered their mouths. "Gah! Pumbaa!"
"Must have been a rotten mushroom I've eaten." Said the warthog. "Boy was that good?"
"Really Pumbaa," said Ma. "It would be very nice if you would say excuse me after you have passed gas."
"Sorry."
"So, what have you been up to since we last saw each other?" Asked Max.
"Well, being good friends and ad visors to Simba, and help our nephew: Bunga, if he needs it. Let me tell ya, that Bunga is a very good kid who does what he's supposed to do."
Pumbaa walked up to the three meerkats and he remarked: "Bunga is like the son we always wanted in our lives."
"Ah yes." Said Max. "I've heard talks about that honey badger kid. We did hear word that you raised him on your own, and he became the fearless member of the new Lion Guard. Am I correct?"
"Right you are, Max." Said Pumbaa. "He is best friends with Simba's son: Kion, the leader of the new Lion Guard."
"Ah, we've met him before." Said Ma. "That cub saved us from a band of evil crocodiles three months ago. He was such a nice boy, always doing what he's supposed to do, always putting others before himself."
"He's like the opposite of King Simba when he was his age." Max added. "To be fair, I wish you were more like Kion, Timon."
"Max," timon groaned with his right hand over his eyes in irritation. "You know I can't help who I am. Besides, we've been over this about you can't force me to change."
"Timon is who he is, Max. Besides, I think he is fine just the way he is." Pumbaa remarked.
"I didn't say we didn't wanna change our own member of the family." Max retorted.
"How long will you be staying here?" Asked Timon curiously
"For a number of days, sweetie." He mother replied. "But I really don't want to he a burden to you, Timon. I know how important you and Pumbaa's job is to be Simba's right-hand men."
"We take great pride in that, mira. Meerkat." Pumbaa said before taking a big bite of a large beetle. "Oh That's good stuff."
"I'm home!" Called a child's voice. It was Bunga coming back from another day of patrolling the Pride Lands.
"Bunga!" Said the two best friends. "Welcome home, my boy!" Timon added.
The young honey badger hugged his adopted uncles tightly. "Did you guys miss me!"
"Of course we missed you, Bunga." Pumbaa answered. "We always miss you when you're on patrol."
Bunga flustered. He looked at Max and Timon's mother. "Hello. Who are you?"
"I am Timon's mother.:
"And u'm his uncle Max. You must he Bunga, right?"
"Yep."
"We've seen you with the Lion Guard before but we haven't actually talked to you before, dearie." Said Ma. "But it's wonderful to meet you, Bunga."
"I think we have so much to talk about, my boy."
Bunga smiled. "Good idea, great Uncle Max. And it's wonderful to see you too, Mrs Meerkay. Can I call you... grandma?"
The female meerkat smiled and hugged his face. "Of course you can, sweetie."
