Zazu's Pick:
(Setting = Inside Pride Rock)
Reader: Hi Zazu, what are you doing in here?
Zazu: Waiting for you, believe it or not. I knew you'd come in here to find one of us. Now you humans have those cellular phones, don't you?
Reader: Yes, we do. Why, do you want to burrow mine?
Zazu: If you wouldn't mind. I want to make a call so I can get my person their gift.
Reader: Wow, delivery. It must be something big.
Zazu: It's big enough, alright. Wait a sec. Hello . . . hi, this is Zazu . . . yes, from the Pridelands . . . yes, hey, you remember when you were over here not too long ago? . . . when Scar was dethroned . . . yes, well, I think we need you again . . . it's a Christmas gift . . . yes, how did you know it was for them? . . . ah, of course . . . no, they never do, do they. Well thank you very much sir, goodbye! Here, here's your phone back.
Reader: Okay, well I guess I can't really ask you much more about the gift you're getting. What do you want, by the way?
Zazu: Respect.
Reader: Okay . . . don't people respect you already though?
Zazu: They do, but they never listen up. I have so much information to share with the world, and they just don't listen to it.
Reader: Well I'm sorry to hear that. Alright, glad I could help you. I gotta get going now though.
Zazu: Okay. Hey, do you know if or when you'll be going home?
Reader: I'm afraid not. But I'd like to stay and see if my guesses are right at the least.
Zazu: Alright, well all the best. Thank you once again.
Reader: You're welcome. Bye!
Zazu: Goodbye!