"Something's wrong," Simba said as his eyes darted back and forth, observing the Pride Lands from the edge of Pride Rock. "I know it."

"Simba, don't you think you're, you know, getting a little bit suspicious?" Nala asked, giggling at the funny sight of seeing Simba so paranoid. After battling some of the world's most deadliest monsters, it seemed that something was going to happen to the two of them every single day. At least, that's what Simba thought.

Nala didn't think so. They didn't spend every day fighting off creepy lions who wanted them dead and psychotic murders who wanted control of the Pride Lands. Some days could actually be pretty fun. Now that wasn't to say that when someone did try to kill them it wasn't fun – the thrill of the chase proved to be actually exciting sometimes.

They always managed to get out alive in the end, no matter how serious the situation got. They were a very good team together, and this helped them to achieve victory over the dark forces of evil.

"I'm not suspicious," Simba replied. "Something bad is going to happen today. I can just… feel it, you know?"

"Simba, how can you be so sure?" Nala enquired. "Today actually looks pretty quiet to me. It's the quietest it's been in a long while."

"Exactly," said Simba, looking around suspiciously. "It's too quiet. I feel like someone's going to pounce on us any minute now. It's only a matter of time before we're hanging off the edge of a cliff!"

"Simba, everything's fine," she assured him. "Nothing's going to happen to us today. You worry too much."

Simba shrugged. "Well, it's just that nearly every day some creep tries to kill us. I'm just trying to be protective, that's all."

Nala giggled in response, and rested her head on his. "Simba, believe me, you're being protective enough. I've never met someone as brave as you. You're my hero, remember?"

Simba looked into Nala's beautiful eyes – which seemed to glow with happiness – and a wide smile spread across his face. "And you're my hero, too, Nala."

She blushed and laughed, looking away from Simba. "Oh, I don't know about that, Simba. I've never done anything brave in my life."

"Are you kidding? You're the one who made me so brave in the first place! You're the one who gave me the confidence to stand up to all of those bad guys. I wouldn't be the way I am now if it wasn't for you."

Nala gave Simba a little smile and then hugged him as tight as she could. "Oh, Simba!" she exclaimed as she hugged him tightly. "I've never had anyone say something like that to me before!"

Simba chuckled. "That's great, Nala, but I'm kind of… having… trouble… breathing…"

"Oh." Nala let go of him, allowing Simba to breathe once more. "Sorry about that. I just couldn't help myself – like most times when I'm around you."

Simba chuckled. "Well, I am pretty irresistible," he told her cockily, raising his eyebrows.

"Who do you think you are? Moto?" Nala joked, causing the two of them to laugh.

"I'm naturally irresistible. I don't need magic to improve my image," he said as he walked down Pride Rock, grinning.

Nala followed him. "Nice to see you don't look so suspicious anymore," she said as she observed the cocky expression on his face. "Now you just look silly."

"Silly?" Simba squeaked, looking offended. "What do you mean by that? I thought I looked handsomely heroic!"

"No, you look heroically silly," Nala joked, smiling. She loved it when Simba got worked up over nothing. It was very cute to watch him get stressed out. "I felt very silly when I got stuck in your body the other day."

Simba stared at Nala, shocked. "You did? I thought you said it was pretty cool! Or are you just using me to get to my tuft? I'll let you know now that I'll protect it until I've taken my last breath!"

Nala giggled in response. "Simba, relax, I'm kidding."

Simba's eyes widened. "You were?"

Nala nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Oh." Simba scratched the top of his head, and nodded. "Y-yeah. I-I knew that. Of course, it was just a joke."

Nala strode past him, motioning for him to follow. "Now come on. Let's get down to the water hole. I wouldn't mind a swim right now. It's really hot."

"Not as hot as—" Simba was cut off when Nala clamped a paw over his mouth, preventing him from finishing his flirty comment.

"Don't even go there, Simba," she interrupted. "Now let's go. Unless, of course, you have some more suspicious looking to do."

Simba smiled. "I don't think so. You know, I think you're right. Maybe it will be a quiet day, and I won't have to fight any bad guys at all."

"And we can also… have some 'alone time' together, if you know what I mean," Nala told him alluringly.

"Let me guess… it'll involve a lot of hugging and kissing, right?" Simba presumed, resulting in a nod from Nala.

"Uh-huh. I just love my cuddly wuddly Simba," she replied, pinching his cheek playfully.

"'Cuddly wuddly'?" said Simba, raising an eyebrow. "Is that the best you can come up with? What happened to Simba the strong, brave hero everyone knows and loves? Now all I get is a 'cuddly wuddly'. Figures."

Nala rolled her eyes and pulled him along. "Come on, Simba."

"I think I can feel myself melting," said Tojo as he lay down on the ground near the water hole. "Seriously, by night I'll only have two legs left."

"Stop being such a baby," Tama told him as she swam in the refreshingly cold water. "It's not that hot."

"Tama, the reason you decided to swim in the water hole in the first place is because it's so hot," Tojo informed her.

"Now you're just contradicting yourself. And how come I'm not allowed to swim with you? Why must you insist that I lay on my back in the hot sun like this?"

"Why do you think?" replied Tama. "I like to see you suffer. You shouldn't have the privileges that I have. I'm the master, and you're the slave. That's the way it works. You don't get what I do."

"Can't we be equal now?" Tojo begged. "We live in the Pride Lands, the greatest place in the world. There's plenty of luxury to go round. Do I have to roast myself out here?"

"Yes," Tama replied simply. "Yes, you do, Tojo. I don't care how much luxury there is to go around. I still get more than you."

"Of course," Tojo said. "What else should I expect from the most selfish cub in the whole world?"

"What was that?" Tama snarled angrily. "Did I just hear an insult coming from your mouth, Tojo?"

"No. You heard me praising you for all you're worth," Tojo replied sarcastically. "Which isn't much."

"I'd strangle you right now if I wasn't so happy," Tama told him.

"And why are you so happy?" Tojo asked. "Because happiness is an emotion that I rarely see you experience."

"I explained it all to you last night, Tojo. I'm in love."

"Of course you are. You think Prince Simba is the most adorable cub of them all. Don't I get any cute points?"

Tama laughed. "Yeah, right! You're about as adorable as a dead carcass!"

"You make your point quite vividly, Tama."