Time for another chapter! Thanks again to Haraka97 for reviewing the last chapter. If you have not reviewed yet, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Well, I have done enough blabbing, so without further ado, here is the next chapter!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!

Simba was casually strutting around the Pridelands, smoking his weed without a single care in the world. It was during this time when Scar approached the yound prince in order to put his devious plan into action.

"Simba!"

"What do you want bitch?"

"Lord Vader…I mean your dad has a surprise for you down by the gorge!"

"Really? That is gonna be so freaking cool! What is it? WHAT IS IT FOO?"

Scar let out an evil grin. "That is for me to know and you to find out. It's a father/son sort of thing. You need it after the incident at the graveyard."

"Yo know bout dat?"

"Oh yes, the entire pride knows! And you might want to try working on that little gangster swagger of yours. Nala is way ahead of you in that department."

"That hurt, yo."

"It's the truth."

Scar then ran off to do who knows what when Simba began to advance towards the gorge. The young cub climbed down and began to speak into the air, practicing just as his uncle had told him to do.

"Sup bitch? I'm a foo and if you don't shut your mother-, no that ain't good. I gots to do better!"

Simba took out his pipe and took a quick whiff before he tried again. "OH HELL NO!"

The comment let out a large vibration and several thousand pounding feet began to make themselves known. A wildebeest heard began to approach the young cub, their feet pounding on the dirt of the gorge.

Simba turned tail and began to run furiously. Eventually, he saw a small tree and he climbed on of its branches, temporarily saving himself. At the top of the gorge, he began to see his father along with Zazu and Scar.

"Hold on Simba! I'm coming to get you!"

Right when Mufasa said this, the tree branch snapped and Simba began to fall towards the ground. The lion jumped 275 feet through the air in order to catch his son, which he did successfully. He dropped Simba off at a lower ledge of the gorge, and began to claw his way up.

The king approached the top and shouted to his brother who stood smiling on the top.

"Scar! Brother! Help me! Pull me up, what are you waiting for?"

Scar smiled, unsheathed his claws, and then grabbed Mufasa's paw. He leaned in close, and then chuckled softly.

"The Emperor sends his regards."

With that, Scar sent Mufasa flying to his death in the stampede. As he fell, Mufasa screamed. "WRONG FANDOM! NO!"

Simba saw his father fall into the hooves of the last few stampeding wildebeests, killing the king instantly. Simba ran towards the body of his father, and began to weep.

"Man. I loved that bitch! Now who gonna teach me bout weed?"

Scar walked down to his nephew who was…well…I guess you can call it mourning, and then spoke.

"Simba? What have you done?"

"I ain't be killin him. He was my paw!"

"If you hadn't used your gangsta words, this wouldn't have happened! That started the stampede!"

"Man, you're right! What can I do?"

"Run! Run away and never return!"

Simba took a last look at his uncle and then sprinted off into a nearby desert. The three hyenas from the graveyard approached Scar's side.

"Shenzi, Banzai, Professor Ed, make sure my nephew gets out safely and sober."

The three hyenas nodded and began to run after their assigned target.

That is all for now! Don't forget to tell me what you thought in the reviews, and I will try to have the next chapter up whenever I possibly can! Until then, good bye, and dry home safely!