Chapter 4: Muffy and Scar

I'm soo sorry it took me so long to update! Please forgive me! Oh, well, finally the fourth chapter is here!

JJZ-109: I'm glad you like it. I'm sorry but there will just have to be a longer time gap between the updates, my school is really strict :/

disappointed 2012: Kblade is that you? What happened? Your name sounds sad and you deleted all your stories. What's wrong? If there is something bothering you, no problem, you can tell me, I'm experienced at getting hurt :/

Suddenly Simba hit something hard and drove towards a barn. He crashed the car in it. The lights in a nearby house turned on and a cheetah family was coming out of it. They slowly opened the crashed doors and looked at the DeLorean surprised and shocked.

"What is it? What is it, Pa?," the cheetah mother asked her husband.

"Looks like an airplane without wings," the male replied.

"That ain't no airplane. Look," the boy said and showed his parents a magazine about aliens.

The door of the DeLorean slowly and carefully opened and the cheetah cubs exchanged looks. Simba came out wearing his suite, together with some sort of a helmet on his head. The cheetah mother started screaming like crazy and the father pulled them all away from the barn.

"Listen… Whoa!," Simba tried to explain, but fell over a cow, "Hello? Excuse me. Sorry about your barn," he added and wanted to continue but a gun shoot fired through the wooden door.

"It's already mutated into lion form! Shoot it!," the cheetah boy yelled.

"Take that you mutated son of a bitch!," the father yelled and fired once more. At this, the DeLorean basically sprinted out of the barn. Simba didn't really look where he was driving and he hit a pine that was growing near a gate.

"MY PINE!," the father yelled after him, "YOU SPACE BASTARD! YOU KILLED OUR PINE!,"

"All right. All right. Okay, McFly. Get a grip on yourself. It's all a dream. It's just a very intense dream," he tried to comfort himself. He stopped the car when he saw a sign for LYON ESTATES, the place he was living in. There weren't any houses. Just flat ground covered with grass and dirt. Suddenly something started beeping. He turned around and saw a sign which said that the engine was out energy, plutonium. He stood up wiping the sweat away from his forehead and pushed the car behind the big sign so nobody could see it. Pridelands wasn't far away from the place Simba was in. It took him only fifteen minutes to get there. He looked around confused. All over the place there was an old song playing. Simba pulled some newspapers out of a trash can and read the date. It was November 5, 1955.

"This has got to be a dream," Simba said and ran towards a nearby coffee shop.

"Hey, kid. What'd do you do? Jump ship?," a lynx asked laughing at him.

"What?," Simba asked confused.

"What's with the life preserver?," he pointed at Simba's red jacket.

"I just wanna use the phone," he ignored the lynx.

"Yeah it's in the back," he said.

"Great. You're alive," Simba said happily as he found Rafiki's phone number in a phone number book. He was waiting nervously and impatiently. Nobody was answering. He sighed, hung the phone and ripped the page out of the book, "Do you know where 1640 Riveside…"

"Are you going to order something, kid?," the lynx cut him off rudely.

"Yeah. Give me a Tab," he said.

"Tab? I can't give you a tab unless you order something,"

"Right. Give me a Pepsi Free,"

"You want a Pepsi, pal, you're going to pay for it,"

"Just give me something without any sugar in it, okay?,"

"Something without sugar," the lynx repeated and gave him sugar- free coffee.

"Hey Muffy!," a young boy, around Simba's age, came into the coffee shop. He had a dark mane and dark fur. But the most interesting feature was a scar across his left eye, "What do you think you're doing?," he came over to a boy who was sitting next to Simba. He had a red mane and golden fur.

"Scar," Simba whispered to himself.

"I'm talking to you, Muffy, you Outland bug!," he yelled practically in his face.

"Hey, Scar. Hey, guys. How are you doing?," he just smiled innocently.

"You got my homework finished, Muffy?," Scar mocked him.

"Well, actually, I figured since it wasn't due till Monday…"

"Hello? Hello? Anybody home?," he rolled his eyes and hit him on the head, "Think, Muffy! THINK!,"

"Okay," Mufasa smiled like an idiot.

"I got to have time to recopy it. You realize what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting? I'll get kicked out of school. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?," at a moment Mufasa hesitated, "WOULD YOU?," Scar yelled and grabbed his shoulder.

"Now, of course not, Scar. No. I wouldn't want that to happen,"

"What are you looking at butthead?," he turned his attention to Simba who was just staring at him, "I don't want to see you in here again, Muffy,"

"Okay. Bye-bye," Mufasa laughed like an idiot again and turned around with a sad expression on his face. Simba just couldn't take his eyes of him. He couldn't believe his dad was that weak.

Done! What do you think? Oh yeah, and please review! You know what they say, a review is the greatest gift a writer can receive :)