Simba was pacing to and from, growling to himself in his chambers within Pride Rock, still worried about his offspring, along with Kovu and Vitani being wotb Zira. He still thinks that the whole memory loss that Zira was going through is all but a charade or a ruse to get close to them to kill them when she gets the chance and maybe exact revenge on himself for banishing her to the Outlands.
He was waiting desperately for his major domo to return with any news on what's exactly going on. At last, the small hornbill flew inside the rock and perched on the king's neck. A smile of relief came on the king's face, and he asked: "Zazu, how's it coming with Kion?"
"It's turning out... rather well." The blue hornbill admitted. "Zira has not been attacking or hurting Kion, Kiara, or Kovu and Vitani. Perhaps she has changed and lose her memory after all." Tbeb he looked out the entrance over the horizon.
While the hornbill might be very convinced, Simba was still not very convinced at all. "Look, we can't guarantee that." He admitted. "I prefer if you keep your eye on her and see how she is some more just in case."
"Surely sire," said Zazu. "I know you are looking out for your children and family, but let's not be too paranoid about this."
"I know. I just... don't want to lose them the way I lost my father." Simba bowed his head in sadness, thinking of the horrible memory of Mufasa being killed by Scar by the wildebeest stampede in that gorge. Some of those memories still haunt his dreams. "I would never forgive myself if they were killed."
"Oh sire." Said Zazu with a sigh. "I know that it was... traumatic for you to experience, but you should not live in the past like this."
"It didn't just affect you," said Nala, walking in the chamber. "It affected all of us. I remember when Sarabi was crying for days after your father died. I know how much she took it the worst."
"I know, I know."
"And it is all in the past, which you cannot change."
Simba then remembered when Rafiki told him that his father lived within him as a holy spirit, and he can call upon him whenever he wanted to tall to him for help and guidance. "Yeah, he's just dead in body. And I have fulfilled his wish of becoming the king of the Pride Lands."
"There you have it. That is the kind of attitude your father wants you to have."
"They will be fine." Said Nala. "Look, I know you're worried about our son, but if this is all a trick, Zira will just be one lion and she would be against four of them if she tries to attack."
"Good point. I'm just trying to believe Kion can succeed in reforming Zira. The last time we tried to make her change, she was too insane to be helped."
"Because she was blinded by rage and anger." Zazu pointed. Anger and rage make animals do irrational things, sure. And it can blind an animal if they are not careful or when they can control it or not."
Timon and Pumbaa walked in the room and they were happy to see Simba and Nala again. "Mornin' Simba, Nala." The warthog greeted.
"A fine morning, ne c'est pas?" Timon added.
"Timon, Pumbaa, good to see you guys again as usual." Simba smiled.
"Pumbaa, Timon, Dirs's back and she lost her memory." Said Nala.
"What?!" Said the two best friends in unison and shock. They both began running around frantically in circle like a pair of scared guineafowl panicking for no apparent reason, then they both ran into one another.
Zazu sighed and he said: "can you both go through one day without making a fool of yourselves?"
"Of course we can." Said Pumbaa. "We are one of Simba's most trusted friends."
"Besides, shouldn't we go and fight Zira if she's really back?"
"Let's not get too ahead of ourselves." Said Simba. "She most her memory and she has no memory of her past or what happened with her."
"Kion said that he can help reform Zira and turn her good, no longer being a ruthless and sadistic follower of Scar." Nala added.
"Are you kidding me?" Timon chortled. "That's gotta be a trick and obvious-" he was suddenly cut short when Pumbaa let out a very loud fart that went, "Poooooot!" And it was so loud, that it echoed throughout the rock.
All the lionesses complained and exclaimed in disgust. "Gah! Pumbaa!" Timom gagged.
"Again?" Said Simba in irritation.
"Ugh. I hate it when that happens!" Nala exclaimed while covering her nose.
"You and my both, your majesty." Zazu agreed.
"Sorry, that was an accident."
"What did you eat?" Asked the meerkat.
"Some ladybugs, caterpillars, lychee fruits, durians, and I had some stinkweed." The warthog replied.
"Stinkweed?" Zazu asked. "Where do you get the gall to even attempt that kind of idiotic stunt?!"
"I couldn't find any more grub or fruit, I was hungry and I saw the stink weed and I thought to myself: 'hey, this doesn't taste so bad.' So I decided to eat some more."
Then everyone evacuated out of Pride Rock, some of then feeling like throwing up or gagging from the smell of the horrid stench of Pumbas's flatulence. Not just disgust, but everyone was quite irritated by the gigantic fart and Simba and Nala looked at Pumbaa in complete irritation.
"What?" Said the warthog.
"Really?" Said Nala. "Couldn't you have done that outside?"
"Now you've poisoned the air in Pride Rock with your filthy stench, Pumbaa." Said the hornbill. "Oh. I think i'm going to be sick." Then he felt like vomiting.
"Pumbaa, do you not remember our talk about being careful what you ear about?" asked Simba
"Yes. Why?"
"Because toy should really think twice before you eat something like that."
"Oh."
"Don't worry, I'm sure it will clear up soon." Said Nala
"And Pumbaa, please do that out here the next time you do that." Simba sounded irritated in saying that like he had said it over and over again.
"Well it's unprunpredict, Simba." Said Pumbaa. "But, I'll try."
