"Right, that's it! You're gonna have to get off!" Tojo exclaimed as he collapsed to the ground for the fifth time today.

Carrying Tama around just proved to be too exhausting. He simply didn't have the strength to keep doing this. If he carried her for a minute more then his back was most likely going to snap!

"What did you say?" replied Tama. "No one orders me around and gets away with it! What gives you the right to tell me to get off your back?"

"Because I'll die if you don't," he replied simply, pressing his face into the ground. "And then you won't have someone to do everything you say."

Tama frowned, and considered that point for a moment. "Fine," she grumbled before rolling off of Tojo's back and to the ground. "But don't expect me to like it. As soon as you start to regain some energy then you're back to carrying me around all day."

"Well that'll be ten years then," he joked miserably. "I don't think I can get up again. You're gonna have to leave me here, Tama. I'll never make it. Go on without me."

Tama narrowed her eyes and violently pulled him to his paws. "Nice try, but I'm not that stupid."

"Are you implying that you're a little bit stupid?" Tojo asked, dusting himself off. "Because honestly, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Is that an insult?" Tama asked in a threatening tone. "Because I'm sure you know, Tojo, that I don't take very kindly to insults against me."

"Oh, and don't I know?" Tojo replied with a miserable look. "Have you ever thought about, you know, being nice for a change? Because it would make my life a lot easier."

Tama shook her head and gave Tojo a pitiful look. "Tojo, Tojo, Tojo. It's not in my nature to be good. You of all people should know that. I've been brought up to be cruel and heartless. It's my destiny. I'm probably the only cub without a heart."

Tojo narrowed his eyes at her. "Oh, come on! Everyone has a heart, Tama. It's not something you can just get rid of."

Tama pushed her chest towards him. "Do you want to test that theory, Tojo? The results may surprise you."

Tojo looked at her confidently. "Okay. Fine. Let's just see if you have a heart or not." Tojo put a paw on Tama's chest where her heart should be, and after a few seconds, a look of horror crossed his face. "Oh, dear."

Tama grinned victoriously. "See? I'm a very original cub, aren't I? I'm one of a kind!"

"But... that doesn't make any sense!" Tojo exclaimed, his mind failing to make any sense of how Tama couldn't have a heart. He gave her a confused look. "How are you alive?"

Tama tapped the side of her nose repeatedly. "I may very well not be," she replied, smiling.

Tojo looked up at the afternoon sky. "Today has to be one of the weirdest days I've ever experienced," he said to no one in particular. "And it also has to be one of the most miserable. Seriously, I don't know how it can get any worse."

"Got ya!" someone cried as Tojo was pounced on by an unseen figure, knocking him onto the ground. When he came to his senses he saw a creamy-furred cub staring down at him with beautiful teal eyes.

Tojo opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the cub. "All right, buster, now I want some answers and I want them quick! But obviously not so quick that I can't understand what you're saying!"

"Answers?" said Tojo, confused. "Answers to what? I haven't done anything! Talk to Tama – she's the evil genius!"

"Uh... Simba, I think you got the wrong person," said a male cub from a few feet away. Tojo turned his attention towards the cub to see what he looked like. He had golden-brown fur and auburn eyes.

"I got that, Nala," the female cub replied. "This guy told me."

Uh... why is he calling her Simba? Tojo wondered. Last time I checked, Simba is the name of the Prince, and I'm pretty sure that doesn't make him a girl. And isn't Nala a girls' name? This day just keeps getting weirder.

Simba looked down at the male cub he had pinned down, before hopping off of him and turning his attention towards the female. Mayb e I shouldn't jump to conclusions next time, Simba told himself as he looked over the female cub.

She looked rather... mean. She had tan-cream coloured fur with an orange tint, orange eyes and a tuft of fur over her head. She also had a brown tuft on her tail. Simba didn't think she was a very friendly cub.

"Okay, so who are you?" the cub demanded.

Simba narrowed his eyes. "So it's a girl who did this to us?" he exclaimed. "Since when did girls want to take over the kingdom?"

"Say what?" the cub said. "You think I'd want to take over your kingdom? I have better things to do than becoming a Queen. I only wanted to live there. Is that why you're harassing the greatest, most magical cub in the world? Do they have security checks now or something? A person like myself shouldn't have to deal with things like this."

"She can talk for a long while," Tojo informed Simba and Nala. "Believe me, I've had to put up with this for months."

"Shut up!" Tama snapped. "It's my turn to talk! Now what do you two people want from me? I don't normally take requests, but I want you out of my fur as soon as possible, so get on with it."

"You swapped our bodies around!" Nala shouted. "We want them switched back! Now!"

"Why would I want to swap your bodies around?" Tama asked, thinking this was an extremely outrageous thing they were accusing her of. "I'm too busy doing other things to play tricks on the likes of you."

Tojo pointed one of his claws in the air, still lying down on his back. "Tama, must I remind you that you demonstrated how erratic your magic powers were last night? You said you could cause something magical just by extending your claws, remember?"

Tama put a paw to her chin. "Oh, yeah," she said, finally remembering what she had done last night. She shrugged.

"Guess it has a bit of a short range. You're just lucky I happened to be nearby, otherwise you would have been stuck like this for ever."

"So you'll change us back?" said Simba.

Tama nodded. "I suppose so. It'll be easy enough. I'm a very smart person, you see. Aren't I, Tojo?"

"You put the 'wit' in 'twit', Tama," Tojo told her.

"Yes, I do, don't I?" Tama said as she smiled, before turning her attention to Simba and Nala. "Please excuse my assistant, Tojo. He has a habit of worshipping me on a daily basis. I don't think he'll ever stop."

"So how will you change us back?" Nala asked, curious.

"Oh, that's simple," Tama answered as she held her paw up. "All I have to do is extend my claws again and you'll return to your rightful bodies. Then I can finally have some peace." Tama was about to extend her claws when an evil grin crossed her face. "But if I do return you to normal, then what's in it for me?"

"Huh?" Simba exclaimed, wide-eyed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you can't just expect me to change you back for free," Tama explained. "I want something in return."

Nala sighed. "Okay. What do you want? Control of the pride or something? That's what most of the creepy people we meet want."

Tama rolled her eyes. "Look, here's what I want: I just want you to let me and my slave – err, I mean assistant – become part of your wonderful pride."

Simba and Nala gave each other a look before turning to Tama. "And you don't want to control the kingdom?" Simba asked.

Tama shook her head. "Nope."

"You don't want to kill my Dad?"

"Nope."

"And you won't try to kill us every day?"

"I'll try not to."

"Fine. We'll let you in," Simba agreed. "But only if you change us back first."

"Yes, yes, yes. Here you go." Tama extended her claws, and the result was instantaneous. Both Simba and Nala felt a sudden whooshing sensation in their stomachs, and before they knew it, they found that they were back in their rightful bodies.

"Yes!" Simba exclaimed happily. "I got my body back! I got my eyes back, my face back, and my tuft!"

Tama's eyes widened when she heard Simba speaking in his proper body, and she felt a funny little sensation deep down in her stomach. It wasn't something she'd ever experienced around a person before, and it felt kind of... nice. She couldn't exactly explain it.

She noticed Simba looked really cute, too. His eyes glinted with mischief and care, his coat of fur looked very slick and smooth, and that tuft on top of his head... Well, it spoke for itself. Yep, Simba was certainly one adorable cub.

Nala breathed a sigh of relief as she shook her body to make sure everything was functioning properly. "Phew, everything's working all right. You didn't wreck anything after all, Simba."

Tojo slowly tried hauling himself up. "I do love a happy ending," he said before falling onto his back again and passing out.

"Come on! Let's get out of here!" Simba exclaimed, hopping to Nala's side, happy that he was back in his own body. "I'll race ya to the water hole!"

Nala grinned. "You're on!"

"Hey, are you coming?" Simba asked Tama, who just stared at him with a goofy smile. "Well...?"

"Yeah," Tama replied dreamily, as if she were in some kind of trance. "Later."

"Okay," Simba said before running off, surprising Nala.

"Hey!" Nala exclaimed as she ran after him. "You didn't tell me you'd started the race! That's cheating, Simba! Get back here!"

Tama just continued to stare at Simba as he disappeared into the distance, the sensation in her stomach increasing in intensity. It was like there were a thousand butterflies fluttering down there. "Wow..." she said as Simba disappeared.

"He sure is something."

Tojo joined Tama by her side, having recovered from passing out. He noticed the entranced expression on her face, and waved a paw in front of her to try and snap her out of it. "Tama? Hello! What's wrong with you?"

Tama's goofy smile seemed to widen. "I think I'm in love."