[The title card appears Scorbunny and The Lion King 11/2 then shatters like glass to reveal Pride Rock in the day.]
Pumbaa:[from offscreen] Pride Rock. [The angle changes to a view of Pride Rock from above.]
Timon:[from offscreen] So majestic. [The angle changes to a view of Pride Rock from below the promontory.]
Scorbunny: [from offscreen] So powerful. [The angle changes to a view of Pride Rock from its left side.]
Timon:[from offscreen] So...bizarrely named. [Timon clicks his remote, and the movie pauses. He faces Scorbunny and Pumbaa.] Guys how can a rock be proud? It's a rock!
Scorbunny: Well, I think it's because a "pride" is what they call a group of lions.
Timon: Oh, sure, the lions get Pride Rock. And what about us meerkats? [Timon jerks a thumb at himself.] Where I come from, we didn't have nothin' to be proud of. Why... *clears throat* When I was a young [Timon lifts his arms into the air.] meerkat...
Pumbaa: When he was a young meerkat! [The force of Pumbaa's voice blows Timon out of his seat.]
Timon:[from offscreen] Very nice.
Pumbaa:Thanks!
Timon: Timon climbs back into his seat.] But maybe it'd be safer if I just show 'em where I came from.
Scorbunny: Oh, boy! Do we get to see where you grew up?
Timon: [Timon slumps his shoulders.] Yeah, Guys but it ain't pretty. [Timon sullenly lifts the remote and clicks it. The movie resumes. Timon's voice is heard over the footage.] Please remain seated while the camera is in motion.
[The camera pans out rapidly from Pride Rock, passing multiple animals and locations, including the Elephant Graveyard, Rafiki's tree, and the gorge. It stops in an empty barren field.]
Timon: [from offscreen] Here we are. [A tumbleweed blows by.] From Pride Rock to the pit of shame. We're so low on the food chain, we're underground!
Chorus: (in the background)
Semon pute!
Timon:[from offscreen] But you don't have to take my word for it. I'll just let my fellow meerkats do the talking.
Meerkat: [A meerkat emerges from a hole in the ground.] What was that?
Meerkats:
[Several meerkats emerge from holes in the ground.] What was what?
Meerkats:
[Several meerkats emerge from holes in the ground.] What was that? [Several meerkats emerge from holes in the ground.] What was that? [More and more meerkats emerge.] Where? What? Where? Where? What was that? Shhh! [The meerkats look left, then right. Still more meerkats stand on nearby rocks as sentries.] Quick, before the hyena come.
Meerkat sentry:Clear!
Meerkats: [The meerkats duck back underground and start digging tunnels.] Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah. [The meerkats crisscross their tunnels.] When you're done, ya digga bigger tunnah. [The meerkats all begin digging downward so their tunnels run parallel.] Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah. [Below ground, the colony carries small rocks through a tunnel.] Quick, before the hyena come. Dig! Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah. [Several meerkats dig down into an open tunnel, then tunnel into the floor.] You could dig and never get done. Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah. [Several meerkats stick their heads into the tunnel.] What was that? [The meerkats look right, then left, then forward.] Quick, before the hyena come. Dig! [Several meerkats march single-file into the tunnel.] Digga tunnah is what we do. [The meerkats begin passing rocks down a line.] Life's a tunnah. We're diggin' through. [Several meerkats stick their heads through holes in the tunnel wall.] Digga tunnah is what we sing. [A line of meerkats carrying a stick marches by.] Digga tunnah is everything. [Several lines of meerkats carrying sticks approach a wall of the tunnel.] Mud and clay is a meerkat's friend. [The meerkats prop the sticks against the floor and ceiling.] Always more around every bend. [Several meerkats dance out of slits in the tunnel wall.] And when you get to your tunnah's end, hallelujah! Let's dig again! [The meerkats splay their fingers.] Dig! [Several meerkats march in place in a row.] Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah. [The meerkats pass rocks down the line.] When you're done, ya digga bigger tunnah. Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah. [Several meerkats emerge from the ground and ceiling.] What was that? [The meerkats look one way, then another, then forward.] Quick, before the hyena come.
Meerkat: Dig!
Meerkats: (in the background) Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah.
Ma:[Ma walks down a tunnel. Meerkats pass her, each carrying a rock.] Timon! Excuse me.
Meerkats: (in the background) You could dig and never get done.
Ma:Have you seen my son? Has he been through here? Timon?
Meerkats: Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah.
Uncle Max: [Ma comes upon Uncle Max, who is carrying a rock.] Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah! Digga tunnah...
Ma:[Ma follows Uncle Max.] Uncle Max?
Uncle Max:[Uncle Max starts, dropping his rock.] *screams* [Uncle Max ducks low to the ground, visibly trembling.]
Ma:[Ma follows Uncle Max.] Uncle Max?
Uncle Max:[Uncle Max starts, dropping his rock.] *screams* [Uncle Max ducks low to the ground, visibly trembling.]
Ma:Uncle Max, relax. Have you seen Timon?
Uncle Max:[Uncle Max straightens and clasps his hands.] No, I haven't, and what a day it's been! [Uncle Max counts off on his fingers.] No fractures, no lacerations, no concussions, [Uncle Max starts counting on his other hand.] contusions, or injuries of any sort. [Ma scowls. Uncle Max folds his arms.] As a matter of fact, there's no sign of Timon's handiwork anywhere! *cackles*
[A massive crack forms in the tunnel ceiling above Uncle Max. His expression turns to fright before the tunnel collapses completely. When the dust clears, the tunnel is gone, and the colony is exposed to the outside and covered in dirt. In the middle of the meerkats, Timon stands with his back to the mayhem. Above him are the remains of a tunnel hole.]
Uncle Max:[Uncle Max, who is covered in dirt, slowly sits up.] That would be... [furiously] Timon!
Timon:[Timon turns around.] *chuckles nervously* Hey, everybody! [The meerkats glare at Timon.]
Meerkat:*laughs sarcastically* Nice work, Timon.
Meerkat:Way to go, tunnel klutz.
Meerkat:Who else could break a hole?
Meerkat:Four in one week. A new record!
Ma:[Ma, who is buried in dirt, watches the colony sadly. She looks away.] Not again...
Timon:What? It's called a skylight!
[The remains of Timon's tunnel hole collapse.]
Ma:[Ma walks up to Timon.] Ho, ho. Wow! [Ma dusts off Timon.] Isn't that creative? [Ma shakes Timon, who merely looks at the ground sorrowfully.] A skylight! [Ma claps.] Oh, ha, ha. [Ma grabs one of Timon's arms.] I'll just have a word with him.
Timon:[Ma drags Timon away from the colony.] I... [Around Timon and Ma, the colony starts digging in the remains of the tunnel.] I was just trying to shed a little light on our pathetic existence.
[The scene transitions to a grassy plain. Ma continues to walk side-by-side with Timon.]
Ma:[Ma dusts off Timon's side.] Timon, [Ma darts behind Timon to dust off his back.] this can't go on. Just this month, [Ma darts back to Timon's side to dust it off.] you've pulled down four walls and collapsed two tunnel exits. [Ma licks one paw and uses it to smooth down Timon's hair.] We have to look after each other. Our survival depends on it.
Timon:[Ma continues to smooth down Timon's hair.] What's the point? All we do is dig so we can hide and hide so we can dig. [Ma stops combing Timon's hair, which immediately poofs up. He glares up at it with one eye closed. Then he holds his head with both hands.] I wanna be where we don't have to dig tunnels and [Timon strides away from Ma.] live with our heads stuck in the sand. [Timon parts some nearby grass.] What's so bad about dreaming of a better home?
Ma:[Ma joins Timon, who is overlooking the open savanna.] I wanna show you something. [Ma looks out over the savanna.] Look, Timon. [Ma uses one paw to angle Timon's head toward the savanna.] Go on, look. Look out to the horizon, [The camera slowly pans out to reveal the Pride Lands in all its glory.] past the trees, over the grasslands. [Timon stares in awe and grins.] Everything the light touches...belongs to someone else! [Timon's expression turns to confusion, then annoyance. The grass falls back into place, hiding him from view.]
Timon:[from offscreen] Funny. I thought you were going a whole different direction with this.
Ma:[Ma leads Timon away from the grass.] What can I say? It's nature's design.
Uncle Max:[Uncle Max pokes his head through some nearby grass, causing Timon and Ma to pull up short.] She's right! [Uncle Max shakes Timon.] We're food for other animals. [Uncle Max swings Timon back and forth as he looks from left to right.] A moveable feast. [Uncle Max hugs Timon close.] Feared by no one and eaten by all!
Timon:But when they die, they become the grass. And we eat the grass... Right?
Uncle Max:Not exactly. We can't digest grass. We're grass intolerant.
Ma:[Ma approaches and pulls Timon out of Uncle Max's grip.] Okay, Max.
Uncle Max:[Uncle Max nibbles at his fingernails.] *whimpers*
Ma:Thank you. You've been a big help. [to Timon] Honey, I–
Uncle Max:[Uncle Max erupts from the grass in front of Timon and Ma, halting them in their tracks.] Meerkat! It's what's for dinner!
Ma:[Ma darts in front of Timon and points accusingly at Uncle Max.] Thank you, Uncle Max!
Uncle Max:Ugh. [Uncle Max disappears into the grass.]
Timon:I think Uncle Max [Timon makes the sign for "crazy."] dislodged one too many rocks with his skull.
Ma:[Ma steps in front of Timon.] But he's right, Timon. [Ma licks one paw and uses it to smooth down Timon's hair.] Oh, I just [Ma squashes a nearby flying insect in her paws and uses it on Timon's hair like it's gel.] know there's a way for you to fit in here.
Timon:[Timon looks up pitifully with his hair smoothed down. A single strand flicks up.] *sighs*
Uncle Max:from [offscreen] All right. Who's on sentry duty?
Ma:[Ma thinks for a moment. Then her face lights up.] That's it! [Ma seizes Timon by the arms. He looks back uncertainly.] That's it! My son on sentry duty! Timon the sentry!
v[The title card appears Scorbunny and The Lion King 11/2 then shatters like glass to reveal Pride Rock in the day.]
Pumbaa:[from offscreen] Pride Rock. [The angle changes to a view of Pride Rock from above.]
Timon:[from offscreen] So majestic. [The angle changes to a view of Pride Rock from below the promontory.]
Scorbunny: [from offscreen] So powerful. [The angle changes to a view of Pride Rock from its left side.]
Timon:[from offscreen] So...bizarrely named. [Timon clicks his remote, and the movie pauses. He faces Scorbunny and Pumbaa.] Guys how can a rock be proud? It's a rock!
Scorbunny: Well, I think it's because a "pride" is what they call a group of lions.
Timon: Oh, sure, the lions get Pride Rock. And what about us meerkats? [Timon jerks a thumb at himself.] Where I come from, we didn't have nothin' to be proud of. Why... *clears throat* When I was a young [Timon lifts his arms into the air.] meerkat...
Pumbaa: When he was a young meerkat! [The force of Pumbaa's voice blows Timon out of his seat.]
Timon:[from offscreen] Very nice.
Pumbaa:Thanks!
Timon: Timon climbs back into his seat.] But maybe it'd be safer if I just show 'em where I came from.
Scorbunny: Oh, boy! Do we get to see where you grew up?
Timon: [Timon slumps his shoulders.] Yeah, Guys but it ain't pretty. [Timon sullenly lifts the remote and clicks it. The movie resumes. Timon's voice is heard over the footage.] Please remain seated while the camera is in motion.
[The camera pans out rapidly from Pride Rock, passing multiple animals and locations, including the Elephant Graveyard, Rafiki's tree, and the gorge. It stops in an empty barren field.]
Timon: [from offscreen] Here we are. [A tumbleweed blows by.] From Pride Rock to the pit of shame. We're so low on the food chain, we're underground!
Chorus: (in the background)
Semon pute!
Timon:[from offscreen] But you don't have to take my word for it. I'll just let my fellow meerkats do the talking.
Meerkat: [A meerkat emerges from a hole in the ground.] What was that?
Meerkats:
[Several meerkats emerge from holes in the ground.] What was what?
Meerkats:
[Several meerkats emerge from holes in the ground.] What was that? [Several meerkats emerge from holes in the ground.] What was that? [More and more meerkats emerge.] Where? What? Where? Where? What was that? Shhh! [The meerkats look left, then right. Still more meerkats stand on nearby rocks as sentries.] Quick, before the hyena come.
Meerkat sentry:Clear!
Meerkats: [The meerkats duck back underground and start digging tunnels.] Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah. [The meerkats crisscross their tunnels.] When you're done, ya digga bigger tunnah. [The meerkats all begin digging downward so their tunnels run parallel.] Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah. [Below ground, the colony carries small rocks through a tunnel.] Quick, before the hyena come. Dig! Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah. [Several meerkats dig down into an open tunnel, then tunnel into the floor.] You could dig and never get done. Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah. [Several meerkats stick their heads into the tunnel.] What was that? [The meerkats look right, then left, then forward.] Quick, before the hyena come. Dig! [Several meerkats march single-file into the tunnel.] Digga tunnah is what we do. [The meerkats begin passing rocks down a line.] Life's a tunnah. We're diggin' through. [Several meerkats stick their heads through holes in the tunnel wall.] Digga tunnah is what we sing. [A line of meerkats carrying a stick marches by.] Digga tunnah is everything. [Several lines of meerkats carrying sticks approach a wall of the tunnel.] Mud and clay is a meerkat's friend. [The meerkats prop the sticks against the floor and ceiling.] Always more around every bend. [Several meerkats dance out of slits in the tunnel wall.] And when you get to your tunnah's end, hallelujah! Let's dig again! [The meerkats splay their fingers.] Dig! [Several meerkats march in place in a row.] Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah. [The meerkats pass rocks down the line.] When you're done, ya digga bigger tunnah. Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah. [Several meerkats emerge from the ground and ceiling.] What was that? [The meerkats look one way, then another, then forward.] Quick, before the hyena come.
Meerkat: Dig!
Meerkats: (in the background) Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah.
Ma:[Ma walks down a tunnel. Meerkats pass her, each carrying a rock.] Timon! Excuse me.
Meerkats: (in the background) You could dig and never get done.
Ma:Have you seen my son? Has he been through here? Timon?
Meerkats: Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah.
Uncle Max: [Ma comes upon Uncle Max, who is carrying a rock.] Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah! Digga tunnah...
Ma:[Ma follows Uncle Max.] Uncle Max?
Uncle Max:[Uncle Max starts, dropping his rock.] *screams* [Uncle Max ducks low to the ground, visibly trembling.]
Ma:[Ma follows Uncle Max.] Uncle Max?
Uncle Max:[Uncle Max starts, dropping his rock.] *screams* [Uncle Max ducks low to the ground, visibly trembling.]
Ma:Uncle Max, relax. Have you seen Timon?
Uncle Max:[Uncle Max straightens and clasps his hands.] No, I haven't, and what a day it's been! [Uncle Max counts off on his fingers.] No fractures, no lacerations, no concussions, [Uncle Max starts counting on his other hand.] contusions, or injuries of any sort. [Ma scowls. Uncle Max folds his arms.] As a matter of fact, there's no sign of Timon's handiwork anywhere! *cackles*
[A massive crack forms in the tunnel ceiling above Uncle Max. His expression turns to fright before the tunnel collapses completely. When the dust clears, the tunnel is gone, and the colony is exposed to the outside and covered in dirt. In the middle of the meerkats, Timon stands with his back to the mayhem. Above him are the remains of a tunnel hole.]
Uncle Max:[Uncle Max, who is covered in dirt, slowly sits up.] That would be... [furiously] Timon!
Timon:[Timon turns around.] *chuckles nervously* Hey, everybody! [The meerkats glare at Timon.]
Meerkat:*laughs sarcastically* Nice work, Timon.
Meerkat:Way to go, tunnel klutz.
Meerkat:Who else could break a hole?
Meerkat:Four in one week. A new record!
Ma:[Ma, who is buried in dirt, watches the colony sadly. She looks away.] Not again...
Timon:What? It's called a skylight!
[The remains of Timon's tunnel hole collapse.]
Ma:[Ma walks up to Timon.] Ho, ho. Wow! [Ma dusts off Timon.] Isn't that creative? [Ma shakes Timon, who merely looks at the ground sorrowfully.] A skylight! [Ma claps.] Oh, ha, ha. [Ma grabs one of Timon's arms.] I'll just have a word with him.
Timon:[Ma drags Timon away from the colony.] I... [Around Timon and Ma, the colony starts digging in the remains of the tunnel.] I was just trying to shed a little light on our pathetic existence.
[The scene transitions to a grassy plain. Ma continues to walk side-by-side with Timon.]
Ma:[Ma dusts off Timon's side.] Timon, [Ma darts behind Timon to dust off his back.] this can't go on. Just this month, [Ma darts back to Timon's side to dust it off.] you've pulled down four walls and collapsed two tunnel exits. [Ma licks one paw and uses it to smooth down Timon's hair.] We have to look after each other. Our survival depends on it.
Timon:[Ma continues to smooth down Timon's hair.] What's the point? All we do is dig so we can hide and hide so we can dig. [Ma stops combing Timon's hair, which immediately poofs up. He glares up at it with one eye closed. Then he holds his head with both hands.] I wanna be where we don't have to dig tunnels and [Timon strides away from Ma.] live with our heads stuck in the sand. [Timon parts some nearby grass.] What's so bad about dreaming of a better home?
Ma:[Ma joins Timon, who is overlooking the open savanna.] I wanna show you something. [Ma looks out over the savanna.] Look, Timon. [Ma uses one paw to angle Timon's head toward the savanna.] Go on, look. Look out to the horizon, [The camera slowly pans out to reveal the Pride Lands in all its glory.] past the trees, over the grasslands. [Timon stares in awe and grins.] Everything the light touches...belongs to someone else! [Timon's expression turns to confusion, then annoyance. The grass falls back into place, hiding him from view.]
Timon:[from offscreen] Funny. I thought you were going a whole different direction with this.
Ma:[Ma leads Timon away from the grass.] What can I say? It's nature's design.
Uncle Max:[Uncle Max pokes his head through some nearby grass, causing Timon and Ma to pull up short.] She's right! [Uncle Max shakes Timon.] We're food for other animals. [Uncle Max swings Timon back and forth as he looks from left to right.] A moveable feast. [Uncle Max hugs Timon close.] Feared by no one and eaten by all!
Timon:But when they die, they become the grass. And we eat the grass... Right?
Uncle Max:Not exactly. We can't digest grass. We're grass intolerant.
Ma:[Ma approaches and pulls Timon out of Uncle Max's grip.] Okay, Max.
Uncle Max:[Uncle Max nibbles at his fingernails.] *whimpers*
Ma:Thank you. You've been a big help. [to Timon] Honey, I–
Uncle Max:[Uncle Max erupts from the grass in front of Timon and Ma, halting them in their tracks.] Meerkat! It's what's for dinner!
Ma:[Ma darts in front of Timon and points accusingly at Uncle Max.] Thank you, Uncle Max!
Uncle Max:Ugh. [Uncle Max disappears into the grass.]
Timon:I think Uncle Max [Timon makes the sign for "crazy."] dislodged one too many rocks with his skull.
Ma:[Ma steps in front of Timon.] But he's right, Timon. [Ma licks one paw and uses it to smooth down Timon's hair.] Oh, I just [Ma squashes a nearby flying insect in her paws and uses it on Timon's hair like it's gel.] know there's a way for you to fit in here.
Timon:[Timon looks up pitifully with his hair smoothed down. A single strand flicks up.] *sighs*
Uncle Max:from [offscreen] All right. Who's on sentry duty?
Ma:[Ma thinks for a moment. Then her face lights up.] That's it! [Ma seizes Timon by the arms. He looks back uncertainly.] That's it! My son on sentry duty! Timon the sentry!