AN: Now for another funny chapter.

Chapter 2 WHO ARE YOU!

A new beautiful day dawned on the Pridelands as all the animals were about to start the morning. It was a nice 74 degrees that morning. All was fine as a Baboon/mandrill Hybrid was in the savannah finishing up his work from the night before, of collecting fruits, herbs, and other various berry's that were going to made into medicines and side dishes for his breakfast.

Rafiki was only supposed to be away from his home for an hour last night but the beery's he founds made him want to stay the night and snack and stargaze all night.

Since he was the Pridelands only Doctor and Shaman his work was never done. So it was time to head back to the old Baobab tree that served as his home & laboratory. As he got back to his tree he noticed that it was different. Rafiki noticed a series of rough gouges in the gnarled bark. Someone was here last night he thought. A possible two lions by the looks of the scratches. Must have been Simba and Nala. He continued to think. Only those two would have been aggressive enough to break an entering.

Rafiki decided to clean up what damages they made. The damage wasn't as bad as he'd feared, but the shattered remnants of one of his prized bowls lay in plain sight near the far corner. Then he noticed as he was cleaning that he was missing some contents from the bowel. It must have been one of the powders he had ground up last week. Rafiki sighed again. It had taken him two entire days to make those powders. He thought to himself.

Then he noticed part of the tree was different. Parts of it was young with fresh sap smell while the rest of it was its old self. Then he saw peace of young wood that was totally young with new spots and fresh sap in it. How is this possible. He said. Then it came to him.

"OH SHIT!" The monkey said.

It was that special potion he made when he was drunk on the barriers that simulated alcohol mixed with some airplane scotch. He had no memory how he made it. He just knew he made this stuff and tested it once before and saw its growing down affects on plants. He told himself that he would preserve it and study it later but it should never leave the tree.

But he placed this liquid where no one can get to it? Then he came to realization that it was the two lions Simba and Nala that made this happen.

Shit shit shit." Rafiki was saying as grabbed his magical stick and sprinted towards pride rock as he was afraid if this thing were to work on animals. Who knows what horrors may happen.

Meanwhile back at pride rock.

Nala awoke slowly, to take in the brand new day. She loved waking up as it felt so peaceful to her. On Some mornings Simba would still be asleep beside her, and she would be able to nestle herself back into his chest and drift back off to sleep in the warmth of his body.

However most of the time Simba was a early riser as he always usually was since cub hood. So it would be no surprise if it was already awake. She sighed. "Well he's doing his duty as much as his love for me.

Nala yawned and tried to stretch, but quickly discovered that her front legs were weighed down by something warm and fuzzy. She looked down to see this golden cub with a messy tuft on top of his head, with black-rimmed ears. He must have fallen asleep during the night. Nala Thought to herself.

Nala smiled thinking this must be one of the other lionesses cubs that were not from her friends. They couldn't have been Mheetues kid because he just started dating. The Salters just beard twin girls so there out and the Kutslashers weren't expecting yet. Yes it must be one of the lioness boys but whom?

"This cub looks very familiar" she said as she gently moved him aside Nala decided to fully wake up and great the day as she usually did. She went out to the promontory to see if she can find Simba but couldn't see him at all. Nala sighed.

"Oh well I'm sure Ill seem later this evening. But was stuck in her mind was this cub. As she drew her mind back to reality she saw the little cub walking to promontory and watching the sunrise. She just couldn't connect a name to this kid. Whose was he and why does he look familiar.

After playing the name game in her head she heard the twangy voice of the cub start talking to her.

"You know, I've seen this sunrise a million times, and it still never gets old," he said

Nala nodded as she was trying to figure out who this cub was. He had a kind yet cheeky voice. Could it be one of Alica's boys? No there older than this guy. This cub is at least 6 or 7 months old.

"Of course, I'll probably be bored out of my mind in ten minutes anyway." The cub continued as he interrupted her thought. "Guess some things never change, huh?" as he turned his head towards Nala and smiled.

"Yes?" Nala answered sheepishly I'll bet its Jenna's cub. He's very well spoken. Naw she's a strict mother and would never allow him to leave. Besides he's too open. Nala continued to think.

"You remember when you used to spend all morning trying to drag me out before we fell in love with each other and show me this? The cub asked. Why is he talking to me and asking me questions? Nala thought.

"Say what now?"

"And then all of a sudden, I couldn't get enough of it. Now I feel like the sunrise is…it's different, y'know? I mean, before it just meant it was time to get up, but now it's how I know I'm home. its how I know I get to come outside and see the Pridelands, and all the herds and the grasses and the watering holes." The cub glanced up at Nala, and smiled again. "its how I know I get to come outside and see you."

Wow I must be a very good queen or something. Nala thought.

"But I gotta say, I think I like the sunset better," As he was now fully eye to eye with Nala. It's warm, it's calming, it's beautiful...and then, of course, there's the night life." He continued.

"Like last nights fun." Simba raised an eyebrow and looked at her seductively.

"Okay why was this cub looking like me like that and talking like this?" Nala was starting to get scared.

"Uh.. what?

"Oh, come on, don't tell me you forgot already," he laughed as he gave Nala a playful nudge in the shoulder. "I thought you were having fun?"

"Excuse me?" Nala getting more terrified of the words coming out of this cubs mouth.

"Really? Well he-he we can fix that right up . Simba said in a suggestive voice.

"What is he doing…." Nala was now frantic

"What's that Sweetlips? You want to have sex today?" He continued

"Oh Snap he's soliciting sex. And no one calls me sweetlips but Simba."

"Ah..NO!" Nala practically shouted. Nala was shocked and pissed that this cub wanted to make love to her and was horrified on his remarks. Who was he?

Simba went agape? What did I say?

"You know exactly what you said! Don't you know better than that?"

"What having sex is bad? Not to mention asking for it?

"Yes!"

"Since when?"

"Since…just forget it! Where's your mother?"

"If she's not asleep. Getting ready for the hunt this morning." Why?

"I'm going to inform her of what her son has been thinking about doing to the queen of Pride Rock."

The cub rolled his eyes. "Well, considering I'm married to the queen of Pride Rock, I doubt she'll be very surprised about that."

Nala went into total shock. "Bull….!"

"Yes Nala were married remember. A a big, gigantic ceremony with both ours and Malka's pride in attendance. Your mom was totally plastered and collapsed from having too much of the human drinks. You were wearing your stunning Green N Chumvi got you for your 6th month birthday and Tojo had fun with his rectangle box with awkward humans" Does that ring a bell?"

"And you really expect me to believe that you were my charming groom with the gold hart I gave you?"

"Well…yeah" 'Cause I kinda was."

"I can't believe you! What would possibly make you think we're married?"

"Oh for Pete sake." Grr. Nala this inst funny!" Ok I'm sorry! Will you stop playing with me!"

Nala was thinking. Ok that's I'll eat him or something.

Nala went eye to eye with cub Simba. "Ok let's get one thing straight here! Nala was now lowly growling. "YOU are a cub and I am a adult. I am not married to you, and you are not married to me. You are out of line, and by the end of this day, I am going to make sure that you know that." Got it!

"I think you said more then just one thing."

"You're going to get it Mister!"

"Um.. What do you mean by it?"

Now Nala was pissed beyond compare. Nala was about to Grab the cub by the nape and take him to his mother with the thoughts of killing him or eating him when Simba saw what was happing and scampered away.

"Whoa Nala what the hell are you doing?"

"Well, assuming I don't eat you first, I'm taking you straight to your mother, and I don't care if she's drunk like my mom either." "She's going to hear about this," she answered as she stalked toward him, the cub scooting away with his back legs all the while. Finally, she caught up to him and pinned him down with a forepaw to the chest. "And after that, I think the king might want to hear what you've said to his wife." With that, she bent down and grabbed the cub around the neck again, this time making sure to bite hard enough to keep his neck sore for weeks.

"Just wait till Simba gets home…" She said threw gritted teeth as his neck was in his mouth.

The cub coughed, stuttered, and then finally got one last sentence out. "Wha…Nala!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "I am Simba!"

After hearing him scream in that voice. She came to a dead stopped and opened her mouth and dropped him. He's got to be lying. She thought in confusion.

"Nala what the hell is going on.''

"Your…. Simba? Nala spoke like captain Kirk

The cub rolled is eyes. No I'm Timon. Of cores I'm Simba. He spat back in sarcasm.

Nalas stomach shrunk as she was now in fear. How is this possible. He's 6 months old. Maybe I'm loosing it.

Okay, just…just calm down for a minute, the beige lioness thought to herself as she sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He might still be lying. Maybe I should…test him or something. Yeah, that's a good idea. And in the meantime, stop panicking.

Nala was now dead on with eye to eye with the cub. Oaky then if your Simba. What is my favorite color hmm?

"You cant be serious!"

"Answer the question!" Nala stated to tap a paw.

"Sigh. "Red," However you used to like blue but that day Tama pushed you in the watering hole and almost droned you and then I saved you.

Oaky then. "What's your grandfather's name?"

"Ahadi. Married to Uru, father of Mufasa and Taka, also known as Scar. You want your side of the family too?" S….

Damnit he's good." NO!" She interrupted"What's my favorite type of human drink to accompany Impala?"

The Sparkling yellow liquid that comes from a red and sliver eagle can. It's the only bitter human drink you'll touch ever since your mom introduced the stuff to us. You said it has clean taste compared to the others. Though you prefer the sweet brownish sparkling stuff that wakes you up.

Nala faltered, and the cub cocked an eyebrow. "Are we done now?"

Damn Damn Damn he's good.

Nala wracked her brains, desperately trying to think of something that only Simba could ever possibly know. Something that he never would've told anyone, and that no one but her would have ever found out about. Something that they had only shared with each other.

She needed something special. She needed a secret. Then she thought of one and grinned.

"When we were cubs, you took me to some special place. There was this song you sang for me when it rained. What was the song?

"What?"

"The song you sang it to me every night before we saw your father die."

The cub glanced away, deep in thought. "Umm…yeah, it was. Nala oh Nala…

"Yeah…" Nala confirmed, her heart pounding.

"Nala oh Nala the most beautiful lioness in the world…"

"….I love you love you deeply. You're the only one for me. Oh, it is you." Nala finished in a single breath, stumbling back in shock. It was him. It was really him. This little, tiny cub was her husband.

Nala sat down hard, her eyes as big as mangoes and her forepaw clamped tightly over her open mouth. A dizzying wave shock and confusion flowed down her spine and back again, and her paws felt like they were filled with sand. Her head, too, for that matter. How was this possible? Was this even possible?

"Even mom when she's drunk doesn't hallucinate like this. But I'm not drunk.

The cub stood up. No, Simba stood up. But he couldn't be Simba…Simba was bigger than her. Simba had a mane. Simba was strong and muscular and heavy…

Wait, she had picked him up just a second ago. With nothing but her teeth. She had picked Simba up for a second, and he wasn't heavy at all. He was light. Light as a feather.

"Nala, what the hell is wrong with you?" Simba—asked, still annoyed. "Why are you acting like this? What happened to you? When…"

Suddenly, he trailed off, as if something had just occurred to him. "…did you get so tall?" he finished in a bewildered mumble as he gaped up at the bottom of Nala's chin, which hung several inches above his head even when he was standing up.

"Simba…""I-I don't really know how to tell you this, but…" Nala was stuttering.

"Oh, No's…" he whispered, frantically rubbing the back of his neck with his paw. "It did fall out…" As Simba felt around to where his Maine was supposed to be.

"Not exactly…" "Um.."

Simba looked up at Nala, and for a few seconds both lioness and cub stared at each other with equally wide eyes. Then, Simba practically flew off Pride Rock, taking off in the direction of the watering hole in a full sprint.

"Oh boy! Nala thought.

What if everyone else in the pride was a cub too? What if she turned into a cub?

Just then the Mandrill/baboon Hybrid can up to pride rock interrupting her fears.

"Nala!" he shouted. "Oh, thank de gods…"

"Rafiki?" Nala replied. Now Rafiki was here. Rafiki never came to Pride Rock unless someone was sick or dead or passably giving birth.

Oh please let some one be knocked up.

In two bounds, Rafiki was right beside her, poking and prodding her and muttering to himself. "Ow! Hey, what are you…" she began to protest before Rafiki grabbed her by the jaw and forcefully turned her head to the side.

"Do you feel nauseous? Any headaches, back pain, loss of muscle tone? How's your memory?" he asked without ever giving her a chance to answer.

"What is going on, Rafiki?" Nala screamed. Half of her wanted to beat the living daylights out of him, and the other half wanted to cry. All she wanted was a peaceful, relaxing, normal morning. Was that so much to ask for? "First I can't remember who the cub next to me is, and then he starts hitting on me, and then I find out he's my freaking husband…and now you're acting like I've got the plague!" she continued. "What is going…"

"What did you say?" Rafiki interrupted, alarm creeping into his voice. "What happened to Simba?"

"Oh, Simba. Funny you should mention Simba. You see, I went to bed last night with a nice, handsome, loving lion next to me, and when I wake up this morning, he's a foot and half tall. I don't know what it means. I don't know what any of this means. All I know is that I'm confused, I'm scared, and I would really love for someone to explain exactly how it would be possible for an adult lion to turn into a small child overnight!"

"Hey!" Rafiki shouted, grabbing the back of her neck and stroking it in what was supposed to be a pacifying gesture. So far, it wasn't working. "Where is Simba?" he asked loudly and slowly.

"Well you see he's…"

At that exact moment, an ear-piercing scream ripped through the picturesque image around her. If it had been a normal day, Nala's first guess would've been that a young lioness had just found a giant hairy tarantula crawling up her leg, but today she knew that there was only one mouth it could've come from. Both she and Rafiki turned around towards the noise. It was coming from the watering hole.

With a heavy sigh, Rafiki turned back around and eyed Nala, a look of silent resignation crumpling his face into a scowl. "Go get Simba," he muttered. "We need to talk."