"This body is making me feel all warm and fuzzy," Simba told Nala as they traipsed through the empty Outlands, making their way towards the jungle where they hoped they would find the mastermind who had made them swap their bodies with each other. "I think there might be something wrong with it."

"That's how I feel every day, Simba," Nala told him. "It's just something that you have to put up with."

"Why? What is it?" Simba asked, curious.

"It's how I feel about you, Simba," she explained. "It's a very warm and fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Well, for me it is. When I'm in your body I can feel it all in my heart."

"Well, that's where I feel it," Simba informed her, causing her to grin back at him. Even though Nala was in his body, she still used that same old grin she always did. The switch appeared to swap around some things, but kept others the same. It was a very odd experience for the two of them. "I always feel it in my heart whenever I look at you."

"Aw..." Nala blushed and licked his cheek affectionately. "You never stop being so sweet, do you, Simba?"

"I guess not," he replied, also blushing. "There is just one thing I need to ask you, though."

"What is it, Simba?"

"Well, if I'm getting this fuzzy feeling that you normally have, does that mean that I'm falling in love with myself?" he asked, curious.

Nala giggled in response. "Simba, you've been in love with yourself ever since I first met you. It's the way you've always been," she joked.

Simba growled playfully. "Oh, yeah?" he said, before tackling Nala and rolling about on the ground with her, both of them laughing loudly. When they came to a halt, they found themselves staring into each other's eyes. And somehow, they couldn't help it as their muzzles connected for a kiss. It lasted for a good ten seconds, before they remembered that they still had to breathe.

"Wow..." Nala said in wonder. "That was... something."

Simba nodded. "Yeah. Not many people can say they've actually kissed themselves. This is so weird, but I kind of enjoyed it."

Nala nodded in agreement. "Yeah..."

Simba looked left and right nervously, as if to check no one was watching them. "Uh... can I have another one?"

Nala smiled alluringly. "One? You can have ten!"

She pulled Simba down on top of her and they kissed again. Today was turning out to be a lot more interesting than they first thought...

"That's it..." Tojo said, breathing heavily as he collapsed to the ground. "I can't go any further. I have to stop."

"Come on, it's only another hour or so!" Tama exclaimed, pointing in a northerly direction.

"You said that three hours ago!" Tojo told her, feeling like he was going to pass out any second now. He'd never been this tired in the four months he had been Tama's slave, and that was seriously saying something! It was like Tama was deliberately doing this now, as if she wanted to wear him down until he lost all feeling in his body. Although that didn't make much sense, considering that she wouldn't be able to do anything if he wasn't around. That girl worked in mysterious ways, that was for certain... Tojo didn't know what she wanted.

"Look, I'm sure of it this time," Tama assured him. "The Pride Lands are definitely an hour in that direction. Then we'll be living the high life in the greatest lion pride in the world. Isn't that what you want, Tojo?"

"What I want is to go to sleep," Tojo replied. "For a month."

Tama chuckled in an unimpressed manner. "That's very humorous, Tojo. Now come on! Get those legs moving! I want to be in the Pride Lands by this afternoon!"

"I thought you said you wanted to be in the Pride Lands by this morning," said Tojo. "Which was... about four hours ago, if my calculations are correct."

"Well, I would have been in the Pride Lands this morning if I hadn't overslept," Tama explained. "Which was your fault, by the way."

"How is is my fault?" Tojo squeaked. "I can't control how long you sleep for! That makes no sense! You just can't stand anything in the world being your fault!"

"Hey, that's not true!" Tama argued. "I don't mind mass starvation and blazing fires being my fault."

"Now I have to ask this: is everything you do motivated by hatred for other people?" Tojo asked, knowing what her answer was most likely going to be.

Tama put a paw to her chin and thought for a few seconds. "Yeah," she answered, and Tojo frowned when he realised that his prediction was correct. "It's just the way I've been brought up, Tojo. My parents were very neglecting towards me and my five brothers."

"You have five brothers?" Tojo exclaimed. "Gee, you learn something new every day. Were they all as selfish and evil as you?"

"Nah. Turns out three of them didn't like the idea of murder so we had them drowned," Tama replied, causing Tojo to go wide-eyed, completely and utterly disturbed. "What?" Tama asked, confused by his wide-eyed expression.

"Your family seriously creeps me out," Tojo told her. "I just hope I never have to meet them. What are your other two brothers like?"

"Oh, one of them ate the other, before eating himself. He was very interested in cannibalism and stuff like that." Tama grinned at him. "Happy, now?"

Tojo nodded, still looking very disturbed. "Yes. I'm very happy. Is it the Pride Lands you want to go to?"

Tama nodded. "Yes, please."

"Great." Tojo rose to his paws, and started walking. "Anything for you, my eternal, beautiful master."

"Oh, Tojo, I'd find that very sweet if I wasn't so heartless."