Nala smiled at Simba, wondering what surprise he had in store for her this time. As long as it's not more tickling, she thought with a little giggle. "All right, what is it, Simba?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.

Simba grinned in response, and reached behind his back with a paw, pulling out a little baby cub. "Look, Nala, it's a baby!"

Nala's eyes widened. "What?"

"I've got a baby," he replied, still grinning. She's going to love this! he assured himself. She'll b e all over the little guy in a second. She loves cute things!

There was a long moment of silence before Nala finally spoke again. "We don't want a baby," she said seriously. "Get rid of it. We're happy as we are. Why spoil everything? We'll drift apart. I mean, it's bound to come between us."

The expression on Simba's face turned serious also, as he hugged the baby tightly, clutching it against his chest. "Well, I think that it's come between us already. Come on, Nala, it's time we faced up to our responsibilities. We can't carry on having fun all the time. Besides, it's a fact now, we have to deal with it."

Nala frowned. "Why couldn't you have been more careful?" Nala got closer to Simba, looking over the tiny baby he was cradling in his paws. She smiled. "Aw… he's very cute, isn't he?" she said, ruffling the top of the baby's head. He was such an adorable little thing!

Simba raised an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't like the idea of me having a baby?" he said, confused.

She gave him a look. "I was only joking, Simba. I love him already. But, of course, there is just one tiny, little, itsy-bitsy thing I have to ask you." Nala smiled, gazed into his eyes and cleared her throat."Where the heck did you get a baby from?" she shouted at the top of her voice, causing Simba to fall onto his back in surprise.

Simba shook his head, gathering his senses back. "I found it," he replied, getting to his paws and checking to see if the baby was all right. He had fallen fast asleep in Simba's embrace, sucking on one of his paws in his sleep. "In that rocky field over there."

"You found a baby?" Nala exclaimed. "Somehow, Simba, I find that really hard to believe. I bet you kidnapped it, didn't you? It's another one of those 'cool things' you do to try and impress me. Well, I don't call them 'cool things'. I call them 'crazy things'!"

"Nala, I really did find him!" Simba insisted. "He was just lying in a bunch of rocks, all on his own."

Nala looked down at the baby. "How did you find him?" she asked.

"I'm surprised you didn't hear the crying," he told her. "I'd be able to hear it from miles away. All I did was follow the sound and there he was. He must have been lying there for a few hours."

"Where do you think his parents are?" Nala wondered. "Why do you think they'd just leave him there like that? The poor little guy. I wouldn't like to be left out there like that."

"Maybe they didn't leave him there?" Simba suggested. "That's what I thought, anyway," he said as he scratched the top of his head.

Nala narrowed her eyes. "Okay, then, Mister I'm-The-Perfect-Dad. What do you think happened to him?"

"I think he got separated from his mother," Simba told her. "Who would want to leave a cute little guy like him out there all on his own? Unless he has the worst parents in the world, I think he just got lost."

Nala shrugged. "You could be right. But… what do you want us to do with him, exactly?"

"I thought we could look after him," Simba explained. "We can be his Mommy and Daddy for the day."

"Us?" Nala exclaimed in surprise. "You want us to look after him? Since when did we know anything about being parents?"

"He likes me," Simba replied simply. "That's good enough for me. I think we can handle it. It'll only be for a day or two until his mother comes here to take him back with her."

Nala put a paw to her chin, thinking this over for a moment. It was a bit of a crazy idea, but it was only for a day or so. Surely it couldn't be that much trouble to take care of a single baby?

"Well… okay," she agreed. "We'll take care of him for a day. I mean, it can't be that hard to look after him, can it? But before we do anything, we'll have to decide what we're going to call him. We can't just spend the day calling him 'baby'."

"I guess you're right. How about… Malka?" Simba suggested. "That sounds like a good name."

"Nah. That's a terrible name. Sounds like the name some lying jerk would have. How about… Kiara?" she suggested, earning a confused reaction from Simba.

"Nala, that's a girls' name," he reminded her, causing her to frown in response.

"I know," she said, sounding rather disappointed. "But it's a nice name that I really wanted to use."

"Maybe some other time," Simba muttered, before trying to think of another name for the baby. "How about Simba II?"

"Simba, we're not naming the baby after you," she told him firmly.

"Aw, but it sounds so cool!" he argued. "What if we end up having to look after him for ever, and he becomes the future King? King Simba II. That sounds so awesome!"

"Simba, no. Think of something that's, you know, a little original." Nala thought of another name. "I've got it! What about Mheetu?"

"That sound like something you would name your brother," Simba remarked. "If you had one."

"Well, at least it's better than Simba II!" she shot back angrily.

"Look, shall we just name the baby Kopa?" Simba said, hoping this would put an end to the naming argument.

Nala considered if for a moment. "Kopa?" she said, finding herself taking a liking to the name. "Yeah… I like it. That's a good name. No, it's a great name. I'm surprised I didn't think of that before!"

"It just proves that I'm the master at naming babies," he said cockily, raising his eyebrows.

Just when the two cubs had overcome the problem of naming the baby, he started to cry.