A/N: Yeah, sorry for the wait. I was busy with my more recent stories.

I blinked incredulously at what I saw and I felt….so stupid for being scared. A little scorpion came crawling out from underneath the brush, running (crawling?) past me. I just heaved a sigh a relief and a bit of sadness, as I slowly slumped to the ground. I looked back at the scorpion as it hid inside of my….er….Farijika's den and I thought, Why did it run in there? It can defend itself pretty easily. I surely wouldn't be dumb enough to go near it. Who would?

As soon as I finished my thought, a voice sounded from the other side of the brush. "Hurry up, Timon! I think I saw it crawl over here!" the voice exclaimed, sounding pretty excited. I perked my ears up towards the voice and sniffed the air. It definitely carried a prey-scent, but how big they were and who's all in the group I didn't know. If I was going to kill them, I have to be strategic about this. I looked back at the scorpion, got up to three paws, and carefully hobbled over to it. It didn't seem to notice me, it just kept taking a few steps in different directions, probably forgetting what it was even running from.

The voices got louder and the bush startled rustling towards me. I need to hurry, I thought very hastily. Once I finally got close enough, I dropped my right paw over the scorpion's body, and once I saw it raise its tail, I wrapped my mouth around it and ripped it off, trying to ignore the crunching noise it made. The scorpion went limp underneath my paw, I really hope these guys don't mind eating something already dead. I removed my paw, spat out the scorpion tail, picked up the dead bug, and placed it right in front of the den. I quickly limped back inside the den, going to the farthest part of the cave, so I can be hidden.

After a few seconds of waiting, finally the rustling ceased and a...meerkat came out? What? The meerkat spotted the dead scorpion with excitable eyes, turned towards the brush, and shouted, "Pumbaa! I found it!"

My ears perked up at the sound of hooves, and I tensed up wondering what was going to come out. However, my nervousness was very short-lived when I saw a warthog come out and exclaimed, "Oh, boy! Finally!"

A warthog and a meerkat? It sounds like the beginning of some kind of joke, I thought snarkily. The meerkat walked over to the bug, picked it up, and whined, "Hey!What happened to the tail?"

The warthog, who was trying to untangle himself from the bushes, responded, "Uh, maybe another animal got to it."

The meerkat pinched the bridge of his nose and mumbled, "Of course they did," then said a little louder, "It's a jungle out here, Pumbaa."

The warthog, or Pumbaa, freed himself from the bush and walked over to his accomplice? Friend? I don't really know or care at the moment, I just really needed to eat something! Pumbaa walked over to Timon-I guess-and corrected, "But, Timon, it is a jun-"

He got interrupted when Timon grabbed on to his snout and said, "It's just an expression."

"Well...I guess something's better than nothing. You want half, Pumbaa?" The meerkat offered after already crunching on half of it. The sound almost made me gag, but I forced myself not to stay silent so I don't give myself away. Pumbaa shook his head and replied, "Nah! I'll just look for my own. Besides, I'd rather not get poisoned."

"You can't get poisoned from a dead scorpion, you mook!"

"You can't?"

Timon opened his mouth, closed it, sniffed the bug, and replied, "I don't think so…? Oh, well," he just shrugged and tossed the rest in his mouth. I clawed at the ground impatiently, wishing that they'd separate so that one can be vulnerable. The last thing I care about is if they can eat a scorpion or not! As if he heard my thoughts, the warthog repeated, "Well, I'm gonna go look for my own."

I sighed in relief when the hog was finally walking away. Unfortunately, he turned around and asked, "Want me bring you anything back?"

I loudly growled in annoyance, not really caring if they could hear me. The meerkat just shook his head and answered, "I'm fine. You go and eat; I can hear your stomach from over here."

I stifled a chuckle at his ignorance...and that was pretty funny. Now, I can finally feel relief when the pig disappeared out of view. Once the meerkat got comfortable, I crouched down and slowly putting my left paw out, completely forgetting about the pain. I crept closer towards the rodent, trying to make sure I kept my steps light enough so he couldn't hear. When I got close enough to the exit, I started rocking my haunches to get ready to pounce. I'm surprised he hadn't sensed me, probably more interested in the sky. Anyway, I put one paw out, leaned back a bit, and- the pig came back, carrying some bugs in leaf, and exclaimed "Hey, Timon! I know you said not to, but I brought you back some grubs just in case!"

I roared, "Oh, come on!"

The two froze in place. The meerkat whispered, "Uh...Pumbaa? Was that you?"

"No," the warthog replied. The two turned and saw me crouched inside the den, snarling at them. The two screamed and ran inside the brush. I snarled even louder and chased after the pair.

Once I ran through the undergrowth, I took a quick glance back, hoping that I can remember where to go. Maybe Farijika will return? I shook my head, getting rid of the thoughts. The only thing I should care about is the two that I'm hunting. I looked back in front of me and saw that the meerkat had jumped onto the hog's back. It was pretty odd sight, but I didn't think much of it. When I got close enough to the hog's tail, I tried snapping my jaws around it, but the meerkat must've known I got closer because he ordered the latter to go faster. The hog sped up and ended making a sharp turn to avoid some thickets. Not really thinking, I didn't think about slowing down and as soon as I took the turn, I ended up slipping into the dense shrubs. I groaned a bit from the fall, but all I got was small scratches from the sticks. I heard the meerkat shout triumphantly, "Ha! That's what you get from messing with u-AHHH!"

Feeling curious, I picked myself out of the brush, shook out a few leaves and twigs, and turned my head towards the noise of scrambling hooves. I saw that the pig had gotten stuck in an arch from a thick tree root. He turned to me, as much as he could, with panic filled eyes and tried getting out from his trap. I breathed, "Finally."

I took my time untangling myself from the undergrowth, knowing that he can't possibly get unstuck from the root. Once I got close enough to pry him from his trap and end his life, he pleaded, "Please! Don't kill me! I'm nothing but fat!"

I retorted, "Yeah. Well, I'm nothing but skin and bones."

I'm guessing he really didn't believe me because he turned his head to get a good look at me. He gasped when he saw my features; although, I don't really know what I look like. It was the last thing on my mind when I was stuck in that cave. He asked, "Whoa! What happened to ya?"

Before I could answer, I little rock hit my muzzle and a voice shouted, "Hey! Stay away from my pal you….uh….carnivore!"

The meerkat, I'm guessing, kept pelting me with rocks. I didn't really bother trying to avoid them because they were too small to cause damage and the exhaustion from the chase caught up to me. I grunted feeling to lightheaded to stand as I wobbled on my paws. The edges of vision started getting blurry and I could barely register what the two were saying, but it sounded like they were arguing. Giving into the fatigue, I fell to the ground and let myself fall unconscious.

Not too happy with the way it ended, but I thought it was going on for too long. Also, I know some of you don't like Timon and Pumbaa (I don't either), but just...trust me. Please review!