Time for another chapter! Thanks to all who have reviewed so far. If you haven't, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Well, I think I have done enough blabbing, so without further ado, here is chapter 3!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING

"Yo Uncle Scar!"

The older lion looked up from being productive to see his nephew run up to him in a frenzy.

"What do you need Simba? Can't you see that I'm being productive? By not being on drugs, I've been doing cancer research. I think I'm close to a breakthrough here!"

Sure enough, there were several test tubes filled with strange liquids lying all around him, with complex diagrams and notes as well.

Simba laughed in disgust at his uncle. "Come on foo, yo are like, so freaking weird. I mean, who ain't like the dope?"

"Me, thank you very much. Now what do you actually need?"

"My bitch-ass pop showed me da whole joint! And ima rule it all!"

Scar grumbled and slammed his head into the ground. "Indeed. So he showed you everything, huh?"

"Yeah mofo!"

"Even the shadowy place?"

"Well, he said I ain't be going there."

"He's exactly right! A drug-lord graveyard is no place for a little cub! Oops."

"Man, a drug-lord graveyard! I gots to get me there!"

Scar face-pawed in fake guilt. "I shouldn't have said anything, PROMISE me you'll never go there!"

"Yo can't control what I do foo."

Scar was about to respond when Simba simply turned around and ran away. He sighed, and turned back to his cancer research. "Oh well. Back to doing something useful with my life!"

Meanwhile, Simba was running across Pride Rock, furiously trying to get back to the den. When he got there, his mother sat smoking pot with her best friend, who somehow managed to bathe her daughter, Nala, at the same time. Simba walked up to Nala and spoke.

"Sup bitch?"

"Man, I liked ya better when you weren't tryin to be gangsta."

"But I'm cool now!"

"Oh…hell no."

Simba shrugged his shoulders. "Anyway, I heard about dis cool place. Wanna light up dat joint?"

"Hell yeah 'Ba, once my bath is done. Yo Mama, ya done yet?"

"Almost Nala, but it's hard to bathe you while smoking my weed!"

"Then freaking pick one!"

At that moment, Nala's mother immediately dropped her to the ground and she continued to smoke her precious weed.

Sarabi then decided to chime in. "Nope, sorry hunnies, but this ain't happenin. Dat Zazu fellow gotta be going with y'all."

Nala rolled her eyes. "YO BITCH BIRD! GET THE HELL DOWN HERE, OR I'LL MESS UP YO FACE SO BAD YOU'LL JOIN A ORPHANAGE!"

Zazu immediately flew down to her. "You called?"

"Yeah. My momma said ya gotta watch the crown prince and I."

"Whatever. Just let me get my heroin."

Zazu did such, and then began to take the two cubs out. After about an hour of walking, Simba unexpectedly began to shout. "Hey! There be a Jedi over there!"

Zazu turned around on shock. "Where? Where? I have to notify Lord Vader!"

The small bird flew away leaving the two cubs all alone. "Okay. Now we be going to the drug-lord graveyard!"

"Friggen sweet! I can't wait to smoke there! Come here, honey!"

With that, Nala gave Simba a huge kiss on the lips, shocking them both.

"Dayum! Girl you are sexy as hell, man."

The two cubs laughed and made their way into the graveyard, and they began to look at the tombstones.

Here Lies the Poor Bones of Big Jim Riotelli

April 22, 1933-March 14, 1971

Shot in the face 227 times. Stay in school kids, or you'll end up like Big Jim.

"Man, this place is creepy as hell!"

"Ain't that right bitch?"

At that moment, they heard the dark laughter echoing through the graveyard.

"Well Shenzi, it seems that we have a couple of lion cubs here."

"That's right Banzai! You agree Ed?"

"Indeed madam. I believe that the time has come for these precious lion cubs to receive standard compulsory education over the harmful effects of drugs and alcohol from our nationally recognized program."

The two cubs ran away back toward the Pridelands in absolute horror. Ed began to run after them.

"Wait! Come back! School hasn't even started yet!"

Then, Mufasa jumped out in front of the hyena and roared furiously.

"Uh…hello…Lord Vader."

"OH MY GOD! THE NAME IS MUFASA! AND HOW DARE YOU TRY TO CORRUPT MY SON?"

"We…uh…we were just trying to provide a beneficial source to help your son become a productive member of society!"

"BEING PRODUCTIVE IS FOR LOSERS!"

With that, Mufasa grabbed his son and began to storm away in a fit of rage, leaving Ed to simply roll his eyes.

"Oy. Sith Lords. They're all the same!"

Well, that is going to be all for now. All grammatical and spelling mistakes in any part of this story are on purpose. PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE ME A REVIEW. Well, until next time, good bye and drive home safely.