Timon and his two family members were having a good laugh about how they have been doing and told a few funny jokes from time to time. "Wait, wait, wait, Simba actually did that?" Asked Max, wiping a tear from his right eye. "I can't believe he did that!"
"I know, Max. That's just Simba there." Timon agreed. "So how have things been since I left my colony? Do the others miss me?"
Both Ma and Max had uncomfortable looks, and they remember how happy the meerkats are now that Timon was gone. Having uncomfortable looks on their faces, they went: "uhhhhhh..." for a long period of time. "Of course they all miss you!" Max lied in an unctuous smile that didn't really look sincere. "How can they all not?"
Ma was the one sound a little more sincere to her son when she said: "you are a lieutenant to the long after all, and they all know how important you are to the colony."
Timon believed this, and it was not surprising since he and Pumbaa are not the sharpest tools in the rock. "Perfrect!" He exclaimed with joy. "I knew everyone still loves me!" Both Max and Ma began laughing nervously, wondering if they did the right thing to lie.
"Well, what about Pumbaa?" Asked Ma. "What's he have been up to."
"You know that big lug, ma. Always looking around for something to eat. Just be careful after he eats. It give him 'clear the burrow' gas."
"Do not!" Pumbaa said defensively. "Okay... but. I don't always fart. I can get hungry a lot of times."
"Oh, you're always hungry."
Bunga was just eating some mangos from a tree nearby, and he was already scarfing the while fruit down his throat like a hippo would eat, and he doesn't have a large mouth like Beshte does. Still, Bunga was having a good time eating as much mangoes as he can, and they were so juicy.
"So Bunga, how long have you been with your uncles?" Asked Ma
"For as long since I was a baby honey badger. It'a been a very long time, but they found me when I was a baby."
"But where are your parents?" Asked Max curiously
Bunga's face immediately turned from a smile to a frown. "Well i... I really don't know. I got one look at my parents before they gave birth to me, but they suddenly... disappeared."
"Oh you poor dear." Said Ma, giving his adopted grandson another hug. "I'm very sorry that happened to you." Bunga was touched that he has a new grandmother to show him some love. "Really, I am."
Smiling, the honey badger replied: "thanks, grandma. But still, I'm happy with Uncle Timon and uncle Pumbaa."
"Oh come here, nephew." Said Pumbaa, getting really teary-eyed at this precious moment. The honey badger piled on the warthog and they hugged.
"Okay, okay, please don't make this anymore sappy for me to see." Max groaned. "I'm gonna feel sick from this."
Ma couldn't help but chuckle at what he just said right now. "Ah Max." She said with a smirk. "So, is there any food around here?"
"There's always bugs and grub crawling around the soil, Ma." Timon replied. "Here, let me look for something delicious." He looked at a gigantic rock in front of him, and he knew it was a perfect hid9ng spot for any grub seeking shelter from the sun. Timon tried as hard as he could to life the rock up, but it was way too heavy for him to lift.
Pumbaa was more than glad to push the rock out of the way with his brute strength, and knocked it over. "Here you go, buddy!" He boldly said.
"Thanks." Timpn panted. Looking at the ground, he found out he was right about hitting the jackpot with this rock. Many types of insects from centipedes to beetles to caterpillars to millipedes to worms, and many other bugs were crawling around.
Ma promptly picked up a red Caterpillar and began to eat it. "Ooh. This is yummy." She remarked after she finished.
"Like me and Pumbaa always Said ma, Slimey yet satisfying."
"Right you are, nephew." Said Max with a bold laugh. He took a big bite out of a blue beetle with one bite. "That is good stuff!"
"Timon, Pumbaa!" A voice called. It was Simba and Nala with Kion, Kiata, and the other members of the lion family. "There you are. I need your... oh, Max, Ma. What a nice surprise." Simba recognized them.
"Simba, nice to see you again." Said Timon's mother.
"Ain't you in top shape." Said Max.
"Yeah. Being a king of Pride Rock is never easy, you know?" Said Simba.
"An excellent point. I'm the leader of my whole family of meerkatsin the colony, and being a leader is hard worm." Max remarked. "Still, you are pulling through okay as the king."
"Ah, well you know. I do have my faults as a king, Max. I'm certainly not like my father.
"And Kion. Nice to see you again, sweetheart." Said Ma.
"Same with you, Veezeena."
"Veezeena?" Said Pumbaa. "That's your first name?
The mother meerkat made a small sigh. "Yes. That's my first name." She remarked. The others looked at one another and began snickering and chuckling at what Ma's first name was, minus Kion of course.
"You never told that was your first name." Max snickered.
"Well, now you see why I never told you." The female meerkat remarked. Not looking amused at all. "But anyway, we just wanted to visit my baby boy himself." She began pinching Timon's cheek with her fingers.
Her son groaned. "Ma, not in front of my friends." He complained while flushing h embarrassment. The others were laughing at Timon's embarrassment, finding it amusing that his mother was still kind of smothering him with her overloving nature.
"Sorry. I'm just happy to see you again after all this time apart."
"I know, ma. I know."
"So what did you need us for, Simba?" Asked Pumbaa
"I needed your advice about how to discuss our new relationship with Akilah and his pack of painted dogs." Simba replied. "We might talk meetings with how the Pride Lands should be run for the circle of life."
Timon and Pumbaa both went "uhhhhh," and sounded rather stupid being like that for a long period of time."
Nala then whispered in his right ear: "I told you that they wouldn't understand that question."
"Oh, who am I kidding?" Said Simba. "Of course they don't understand that question. What was I thinking?"
"To be fair, you both have some stuff in common." Said Max. "Just have a regular meeting with them and discuss the future of the Pride Lands, and your friends and family."
"You know what," Said Kovu. "That's exactly what I was thinking."
"Yeah. Maybe you're right." The king remarked with a smirk, and he looked at Kovu. "I would stick to your advice, especially when you will become the new king, Kovu."
"Thanks, Simba."
Both Timon and Pumbaa still went "uhhhhh..." for an extended period of time. "Guys?" Max snapped his fingers at the two best friends. Realizing it wasn't working, he looked irritated again. "Timon, you stop that cockamamie nonsense this instant!"
It was no use, both Timon and Pumbaa were still in this trance. At last, Bunga shouted: "Hyena! Hyena!"
That snapped the two out of their little trance and they looked around at what was going on here. "What happened?" They both said.
"You zoned out, you guys." Said Bunga. "But don't worry. I brought you back."
"Oh what a relief." The warthog remarked. "Felt like a dream back there, and I was asn't even asleep."
"Why don't you all stay for dinner?" Veeneeza suggested. "Guests are. Ore than welcome to attend."
"That sounds very nice, Veeneeza." Said Simba. "But I have Royal things to take care of as usual."
"And I am pretty tired from all that patrolling across the Pride Lands and protecting it from any danger." Kion added. He let out a small yawn.
"You need a nap when you get home, Kion?" Asked Nala.
"I think that's best." The cub replied.
"There's nothing wrong with napping Kion." Said Simba. "I think you deserve one after another hard days work."
"Your dad used to nap all the time when he was cub."
"no I didn't, Nala. When have I ever napped before in my life?"
"Well, remember the time you slept all through the day when your dad asked you to come attend a meeting with him?"
"Ohhhh, right." The king looked a little embarrassed. "I do remember that."
"Not to mention that you would nap with these two all the time. Ain't that right, Timon and Pumbaa?" Vitani Said with a smug look on her face."
"Well, hakuna matata." Said Pumbaa. "We live the good life in that jungle."
