Silly and Sillier 3

Pumbaa, the warthog, was sitting on the sofa while Timon just came in the room and dramatically fainted to the ground.

"Where's the booze?" Pumbaa asked his friend.

Timon replied with, "I got robbed by a sweet old lady on a motorized cart. I didn't even see it come!"

Pumbaa just moaned that Timon knew that he had to comfort him.

"It gets worse Timon," said Pumbaa. "My parakeet Petey. He's dead."

"Oh, I'm sorry Pumbaa. What happened?"

"His head fell off."

Timon repeated shocked, "His head fell off?"

"Yeah, it was pretty old."

The meerkat stood up and went to see inside the birdcage. For sure there was a dead parakeet with his head off. Timon backed away disgusted.

"Oh! That's it. I've had it with this dump!" He started to count with his fingers. "We've got no food! We've got no jobs! Our pets HEADS ARE FALLING OFF!"

"Okay, just calm down!" Pumbaa told him.

"What the hell are we doing here Pumbaa? We've got to get out of this town."

"Yeah, and go where? Where are we going to go?"

"I'll tell ya. Someplace warm. Someplace where the beer flows like wine. Where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano."

Pumbaa was confused.

"I'm talking about a little place called Aspen."

"I don't know Timon. The French are assholes." It took a while for Pumbaa to suck in Timon's words that he now understood. "Wait a minute. Wait a minute I know what you're up to mister. Yeah, you just want to go to Aspen and find that girl who lost her briefcase and you need me to drive you there! Am I right?"

"Yeah. So."

"Am I right?"

"Yeah. So."

"Am I right?"

"Yeah. So! So I want to go someplace where we know somebody who can plug this into the social pipeline."

"No. No! No! No! No, Timon! No." Timon went to the window to lean his head while Pumbaa walked to the wall. "I say we stay here, we hunt for jobs, and we keep saving our money for the worm store! I don't know about you but I am sick and tired of running from creditors."

"You know what I'm sick and tired of Pumbaa?" said Timon calmly. "I'm sick and tired of trying to eek my way through life." Those words hit Pumbaa like a ton of bricks.

"Sick and tired of being a nobody. But most of all…" Timon looked back to Pumbaa sadly. "I'm sick and tired of having nobody." He returned looking to the floor.

Being the friend he is Pumbaa said, "Okay Timon." Timon looked at Pumbaa. "Aspen it is." He held out his arms that Timon smiled in relief.

"You better not be fooling," Timon told him pointing his finger to him. Pumbaa allowed Timon to hug him once Timon came back to him. Timon started sobbing out loud.

"Okay," said Pumbaa reassuring Timon. "That's it. Let it out. Have a good cry. Come on."

Timon sobbed louder that Pumbaa decided, "Okay that's enough."