CHAPTER 5. I JUST CAN'T WAIT TO BE KING
School didn't finish quick enough for Simba. He had been dying to get out and see this 'Ghost Town' Scar had told him about. He'd have to make sure that his father never found out, or he'd be in all sorts of trouble. He jumped into Zazu's Mercedes, Nala followed him in. "You coming with us today Miss Nala." He asked her politely. "Yeah, Me and Simba want to go somewhere later, and don't worry I already texted my Mom, she knows I'll be home late." Zazu nodded and started the engine. He pulled out of the school and started on his way back to the palace. Nala switched on the back seat televisions and put the chair on an incline. Being friends with a prince really has its benefits. She thought as she watched a game show.
Zazu pulled into Mufasa's private garage and immediately the kids had jumped out and ran straight to the elevator. "Why are you two in such a rush today?" Zazu raised an eyebrow. "Err, no reason." Simba smiled dumbly. When they reached the 37th floor (The royal family's living quarters) Simba bolted out of the elevator and and straight into his room. He tipped out the contents of his school backpack and began packing new things into it that he would need for his little trip: Camera, mobile phone, pocket knife, sunglasses and a change of clothes. "Alright let's roll before my mom finds out we're gone." They crept out of Simba's room and back towards the elevator. "Wait, I forgot something." He turned around and tiptoed back towards his father's office. If this place Scar told him about were that dangerous then he would need some protection. He slowly opened the door and saw that King Mufasa's handgun was placed neatly on his desk. He slipped the weapon into his backpack then made his way to the door. When he opened it however he found his mother staring straight at him.
"What were you doing in there?" Sarabi asked sternly. "Uh, just looking for Dad." Simba lied. "Well he's down at the Armory debriefing the men from this morning." Sarabi informed him. Simba made his way to the Elevator door where Nala was waiting. "Where are you two going?" Sarabi had her arms folded and sensed they were up to something. "Uh...Out to a movie, we'll be back in a few hours." Simba lied again. Sarabi thought for a minute. "You can go on one condition...Zazu?" Zazu poked his head out of his office door. "Yes your majesty?" "I want you to watch these two for me, they're going to the movies." Shit, not Zazu, he'll ruin everything. Simba had a hard time containing this thought.
Zazu lead them to his car. "Step lively, the sooner we get to the movies, the sooner we can leave." He doesn't want to be here either. Simba thought to himself. Nala leant close to him and whispered. "So how do you plan to get rid of him?" Simba whispered back: "Leave that to me." Zazu noticed them whispering. "Ha, look at you two, whispering to each other like that, going to the movies, not wanting me here, it all fits now!" Simba put hand on his forehead. "What are you on about man?" He asked in an irritated tone. "Well it's quite obvious...You two have the hots for each other!" Zazu replied with a big cheesy grin on his face. "Ew! we're just friends Zazu" Nala quickly responded. Simba was a bit disappointed with her reaction but he tried his hardest not to show it. "Right and I'm just a mathematics teacher..." Zazu started but Simba cut him off. "Just drive the car Zazu." Zazu sighed and re-focused on the road. Simba nudged Nala. "Time to put the plan into effect." He said under his breath. "Zazu I need to use the toilet, urgently." Zazu looked at him in the rear view mirror. "I'll stop at that Gas station, it looks like they have toilets." Brilliant, Simba thought.
They pulled into the gas station and began walking towards the toilets. Zazu decided to bring up the topic of him and Nala again. "Every king needs a queen you know, it's a tradition going back hundreds of years." Simba decided to play his little game. "Well when I'm king, that'll be the first thing to go." Zazu looked at him awkwardly. "Not as long as I'm around." "Well in that case you're fired." Simba replied cleverly. "Nice try kid, but only the king, prime minister or the government can do that." Zazu didn't give up arguing. "Well he is the future king." Nala added. "Yeah, so you will do what I tell you." Simba finished. Zazu persisted. "Not yet I don't and with an attitude like that you're shaping up to be a shitful king indeed." They were standing out the front of the toilets now. Simba looked at the crowd gathering at the sight of him. "Sorry Zazu, but I think I can hold it in now." A wicked grin swept across his face. Simba and Nala bolted into the crowd. Simba turned around and looked at Zazu who stood there dumbfounded. " I Just Can't Wait To Be KING!" He shouted just as disappeared into the mass of bodies.
Simba put on his Aviator sunglasses and acted like a rock star, he signed loyal citizens' T-shirts and posed in front of the Paparazzi in a casual fashion. Zazu tried to catch up to him, but was constantly shoved aside by people in the crowd after he tried to push in front of them. Eventually Zazu lost them. Simba ran ahead of the crowd and waved down a Taxi. He and Nala jumped in and handed the driver a fifty-dollar note. " Keep the change, now take us to East Side!" Simba commanded. " You got it." The taxi driver reached into his shirt pocket and produced a mobile phone. "You mind if I get a picture with you Mr. Simba, otherwise my wife will never believe I drove you somewhere." Simba looked at Nala. "Sure, why not?" They took their photo and made their way to the dangerous East Side.
The car slowed to a stop. Simba opened the door and got out, as soon as Nala was out he closed the door behind her and began to walk, but was stopped by the Taxi driver. He had rolled down his window. "You be careful out there kids, it's a rough neighborhood." Simba nodded. "Thanks Mister." and with that the Taxi drove away. Simba looked around him. It was a rough neighborhood all right. There was graffiti everywhere, abandoned shops with boarded up windows, smashed beer bottles and cigarette butts everywhere. "Well this is it, we made it."