Scar slashed the cave wall with his claws in anger. It wasn't fair! He should be King! Not Mufasa! What made him so special? Was it because he was wise, thoughtful and overall a very good ruler? What good was that in ruling a kingdom?

What made a good ruler was determination, an extreme hunger for power and overall evil! That was why Scar deserved to be King!

And he would be King someday. He swore it! He would kill the King, the Queen, and that irritating little brat, Simba! Oh, how he'd just love to watch them die slowly and painfully! That would make his day!

Unfortunately for Scar, crowning himself King was a hard feat to achieve. He needed a cunning plan. A clever way to eliminate the King without making himself look suspicious.

The problem was he didn't have a plan! He was fresh out of ideas! Normally his brain was supposed to be flowing with evil, scheming ideas to make himself King, but today? Nothing. No plan, no scheme, no idea whatsoever. It wasn't a nice feeling.

Scar had no idea, though, that things were going to get worse for him. Much,much, much worse.

He had a gasp coming from behind him, and he slowly turned to see one of the strangest sights he had ever laid eyes on.

It was a lion, all right. But this had to be the most psychotic lion he had ever seen before.

The lion had big brown eyes, which were wide with excitement, and he had fur that was almost identical to Scar's, complete with a black mane. He looked like some kind of terrible celebrity impersonator.

As if my day couldn't get any worse, Scar thought to himself. First he was completely out of ideas to try and take over the kingdom, and now he had a creepy stranger invade his home. Just who the heck was this guy?

The lion looked completely amazed – astounded, even – to see Scar. It was like this lion had been searching for him for years and years and years, like he was his long lost brother or something. But Scar already had one brother, and he certainly didn't want another.

"Who are you?" Scar demanded, already losing his patience.

The lion gasped when Scar spoke. Like speaking was the most amazing thing in the world. He then smiled at Scar widely. "Oh… You spoke to me…" he said, amazed. He had a high-pitched, excited voice.

"Well done," Scar said sarcastically. "You haven't answered my question, though, and if you don't tell me within the next five seconds then I'll personally see to it that you are ripped to shreds."

The lion laughed, as if he was actually pleased to hear Scar say that. "You threatened me… Wow…"

"Five… four… three…" Scar began counting down.

"Okay, okay!" said the lion excitedly. "Sorry, it's just so exciting to finally see you. I'm Mtumwa, but all my friends – and I don't have many of them – call me Tummy."

This lion was speaking so frantically it made Scar's head spin. This guy was really, really excited. Like a little kid in a candy store.

Scar rolled his eyes at this new arrival. "What are you doing here? I hardly have time for the likes of you."

Mtumwa grinned. "Ooh, you think you're better than me! Which is so true, by the way. I've always looked up to you! You're my idol, my hero, my God! I can't actually believe I've found you!"

Scar was now very curious. He'd been looking for Scar? Uh… Why? He wanted to know more now, and this made him very suspicious, which caused him to grab Mtumwa tightly by the throat.

"Who sent you?" Scar demanded angrily. "What do you want from me?"

"Good choke…" Mtumwa choked out while Scar slowly strangled him. "But in answer to your question, no one sent me.

I've been looking for you for my own reasons."

Scar narrowed his eyes and Mtumwa, and then let go of his throat. Mtumwa gasped happily. "He strangled me…" he said, amazed. "He actually strangled me…"

He's insane, Scar thought as he studied Mtumwa. Brain damage, I suppose. He must b e completely delusional. Why would anyone b e searching for me?

Scar decided to ask him another question. "Why have you been looking for me?"

Mtumwa started frantically explaining his story to Scar. "Well, I've heard all about you. How you want to take over the Pride Lands and kill King Mufasa and Prince Simba and it's so cool! You're so smart, cool, clever! You're the best! You're the man! Go, Scar. Go, Scar…"

Scar slapped a paw to his face. "I can't believe I'm actually hearing this. I wouldn't be surprised if it was a dream."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure it's not a dream!" Mtumwa assured Scar. "I've had lots of dreams about a moment like this, and most have them ended up with me wetting myself with excitement. Luckily I look pretty dry right now. It'd be pretty embarrassing if I did wet myself right now."

Scar just stared at Mtumwa, wide-eyed. Was this actually happening? Was he imagining this? Was Scar going cuckoo?

Insane? Crazy? Was he experiencing hallucinations? Because it sure looked like it!

Scar cleared his throat. "Yes, well, it's very… um… disturb ing to meet you, Mtumwa, and—"

"Please, call me Tummy," Mtumwa interrupted.

Scar winced and growled furiously. "As I was saying, I'm a very busy lion and I haven't got all day so—"

"You're not busy," Mtumwa told him with a laugh. "I know all about you. I'm your number one fan! You're never busy.

You're always sitting around here all day trying to think of a new plan to conquer the Pride Lands, which is totally cool."

Scar growled louder. This guy was going to get hurt – badly – if he didn't leave very soon. Scar didn't have much patience for this lion, and it was wearing thin quickly.