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So Simba and Nala meet up again as adults…
"Wait until everyone finds out that you've been here all this time, and your mother, what will she think?" This question lingered in the air for all who were present to ponder over.
Well, two oversized house cats, a fat pig and A Mere Cat.
"You're going to tell my mother and everyone I'm alive?" Simba implored.
"Yes."
"Well, in that case. I'm not Simba."
Nala's face dropped. "You're not?"
"No. I'm a ghost… Boo."
Her face was unimpressed.
"Guys, help me out." the lion turned to his friends.
"Don't worry, Simba. We got your back." A Mere Cat said.
A Mere Cat climbed on Fat Pig's back and together they all wiggled their fingers.
"Whooooooooo."
"Simba, you're going back to Pride Rock." Nala said.
"CODE GREEN!" A Mere Cat screamed.
The three friends pulled on oversized gas masks while A Mere Cat pulled on Fat Pig's tail.
Nala released a hacking cough as they stole away.
"Hah!" Simba laughed.
"What a bitch!" Fat Pig declared.
"Didn't see it coming."
"Simba." Nala appeared before them… she had on a hazmat suit.
"Nala?" Simba asked.
"You need to come back to Pride Rock."
"Yeah," the lion looked down in shame. "I guess you're right."
"I am right."
"Actually no, you're not."
Simba pulled off his gas mask with a plastic-band-snapping-back-into-place sound.
"Ha-HA!" He laughed as he jumped down the river. A Mere Cat and Fat Pig jumped on his back as he belly-slid down the arching water. "BROS BEFORE HOES!" they shouted.
Nala gave up and left.
To be continued…
~ Lavenderpaw ~