Chapter 2: The Birth of a Princess

You may only be one person to the world, but you may also be the world to one person. Anonymous

Timon and Pumbaa were sitting in the Dining Hall, staring at each other; Nala had just gone into labor and had been rushed off to the Hospital Ward, located on the third floor. Timon and Pumbaa were not allowed in the Hospital Ward so they were waiting in the Dining Hall, they had been there for only fifteen minutes. A ringing sound came from Timon's coat pocket and he pulled out a small portable phone and answered it:

"Hello?" he asked, "Hi, mom."

Pumbaa rolled his eyes,

"Sorry mom," said Timon, "This is really not a good time…well how long has Iron Joe been on your roof? Uncle Max offered it to him? Put Uncle Max on the phone…Hi, Uncle Max, what's Iron Joe doing on the roof? Someone mentioned cannibals?"

"Only mentioned cannibals?" asked Pumbaa.

Timon put his hand against the end of the phone through which he spoke and said, "Iron Joe's been this way since he was 12, being a nervous wreck is all he knows," and went back to talking with Uncle Max.

"Uncle Max, I…what was that thud in the background? Oh," Timon hung up and said, "Iron Joe just through himself off the roof."

Pumbaa just nodded his head slowly and leaned back in his chair.

They waited like that until they had lost track of how much time had passed, then a messenger came in and said, "His Majesty summons you."

Timon and Pumbaa got up from their seats and left the room, heading for the hospital.

Once they reached it they walked into a white room with a ward of 40 beds; 20 on one side and 20 on another. Nala was on the one closest to the door on the right side. She was clutching a small bundle and standing above her was King Simba and they were both smiling with pride, "Everything went well?" asked Pumbaa.

Simba nodded, "Nala did very well."

"So did you," said Nala.

Simba was about to reply when a ringing sound came from Timon's coat pocket, Timon smiled nervously and pulled out a cell phone from his pocket and answered it, "Hello? Mom, this not a good time…no, this is a really bad time. Well, what's wrong if Iron Joe is off the roof? Oh, Uncle Max is on the roof. Why won't he come down? He's stuck? Well what am I supposed to do about it, I'm 5,000 miles away? Mom…I'm going…bye"

He hung up and broke his phone in half, "I'm going to regret that in a few minutes, but what the hell, where we?"

Everyone else just looked at each other and shook their heads.