"Simba! What the heck are you doing?" Nala yelled, hurrying towards him, with Haiba right behind her.

Froggy winced when he saw the two approaching. "Oh, great," he mumbled, before looking down at Simba, who was still very much in his power. "Simba, try and get rid of your friends, otherwise I'm going to fry your brain!" he ordered.

Froggy wasn't going to lose again. He'd come so far, and he wasn't going to be beaten now! If he had to, then he would kill Nala and Haiba! He'd do anything to get out of this miserable place. Anything!

Simba's eyes glowed green for a few seconds. "Okay, Froggy," he agreed, as Nala and Haiba stood in front of him. "Hey, Nala and Haiba. Would you mind getting out of my way so I can take my best friend Froggy back to the Pride Lands?"

Froggy buried his face in Simba's fur. "Oh, you're such an idiot," he groaned, wishing that he would just disappear right now. "You weren't supposed to tell them that I told you to get rid of them!"

"Simba, what's going on?" Nala asked, looking up at the frog on top of his head. "What's up with that frog on your head? Who is he?"

"Pay no attention to the frog on top of my head," replied Simba. "He is in no way controlling me. I have my free will. I am not being brainwashed at all. You can trust me, Nala. Would I ever lie to you?"

"You would if you were under someone's control," Nala asked, yanking Froggy from Simba's head and holding him up to her face. "All right, buster!" she yelled threateningly, extending her claws. "You've got ten seconds to tell me what you're up to, otherwise I'm going to claw your eyes out – slowly. One… two… ten!"

"Wait!" Froggy cried, his big eyes looking even wider now. "I'm sorry! I tried to brainwash your friend, but he's just so stupid! He doesn't listen to a word I say! I mean… just look at him!"

Nala shifted her gaze over to Simba, who had gone cross-eyed and had a dumb smile on his face. He chuckled mindlessly.

"He's not stupid!" Nala exclaimed, returning her attention to Froggy. "You've made him stupid with your brainwashing techniques! I'm not really surprised – you're tiny! You actually think a frog like you is big enough to control someone's mind?"

"Don't mock my size!" Froggy shouted angrily. "My mother always told me that size doesn't matter! Well, until she got eaten by a hungry rhinoceros, but you get the point, right?"

"Hey, that's how my father died!" Haiba exclaimed, grinning.

Nala waved a paw at him. "Not now, Haiba," she said to him. "Now, Froggy, you'd better tell me how to undo this, otherwise I'm going squeeze you till you pop." Nala started to slowly squeeze Froggy.

He squirmed and wriggled uncomfortably in her grip. "Now, now, let's not be too hasty," he said nervously, smiling up at Nala. "I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement, right?"

"The only arrangement I want is Simba back to his old self," Nala told him. "Now undo it – or you'll be sorry. Very sorry."

"All right!" Froggy finally gave in. "I'll change Simba back to his stupid old self! Jeez, I've never met more awkward people. I shouldn't have even bothered with this plan in the first place!"

"Yeah," said Haiba, looking at the treacherous frog. "Most of the people whose evil plans we stop tend to say that. We're just too good for ya!"

Nala smiled triumphantly down at Froggy. "That's right," she agreed, before letting Froggy go, dropping him to the ground. "Now change him back, and then get on out of here!"

Froggy slowly climbed to his feet. "Oh, all right. Lousy cubs…" he muttered.

"What was that?" Nala asked angrily.

"Nothing, nothing," Froggy responded innocently, hopping on top of Simba's head. "I was just… muttering the secret incantation. I need to do that to change Simba back to his stupid – I – I mean, clever old self," he said with a chuckle.

"Make it quick," Nala ordered, narrowing her eyes at Froggy. "I don't trust frogs like you."

"And when have you ever talked to a frog before?" Haiba whispered in Nala's ear.

"Never," Nala whispered back. "But it sounds really cool when I say stuff like that."

Haiba nodded in understanding.

"Okay…" Froggy took a deep breath. "I've never actually done this before, but I might as well try. It's either that or get squeezed to death."

"You've never actually managed to reverse the process before?" asked Haiba, an eyebrow raised. "And you call yourself a brainwasher?"

A cruel smile spread across Froggy's face. "I'm not going to reverse the process," he replied sinisterly, before his long tongue shot out, working its way through Simba's ear for the third time.

Simba's eyes were glowing a bright green, and they stayed that way. Nala and Haiba looked on in confusion as Froggy dropped to the ground, motionless, as if he were dead. Simba blinked a few times, and then smiled. Nala and Haiba breathed a sigh of relief.

But then they heard something that made their blood run cold. "Ah, that feels much better," he said, patting his chest with a paw. "What do you know? It actually worked. I've successfully transferred my brain into Simba's body!" He laughed evilly. "Now what are you idiots going to do?"

Nala and Haiba gasped. "You took over his body?" Nala exclaimed, absolutely horrified. "How could you?"

He continued to laugh. "Because I'm getting out of here, baby!" Froggy exclaimed, speaking in Simba's voice.

"He called you 'baby'," Haiba noted. "Has anyone else ever called you 'baby'?"

"No, and they're not going to, because I'll tear their heads off," Nala replied quickly. "You switch back with Simba right now!"

Froggy scoffed. "No way! I'm gonna use this body to get the heck out of here! Now no one will be able to stop me in this new body! Not even a pair of idiots like you!"

"Idiots?" Nala growled, extending her claws. "That's it!"

She got ready to pounce at Froggy, when Haiba pulled her back. "Wait!" he cried. "You don't want to hurt him. It's Simba's body, remember? When he gets his body back – and he will get his body back – I don't think he's going to appreciate being covered in cuts and bruises, do you?"

Nala sighed, and nodded in agreement. Haiba was right. She couldn't do that to Simba. And it probably wouldn't have helped anyway. "Just what have you done with Simba, anyway?" she asked Froggy.

Froggy pointed with a claw to his old body. "We've switched places," he explained. "Now I'm in Simba's body, and Simba's in my body." He picked up his old body. "How are you doing, Simba?"

Simba – now in the body of a frog – hopped to his feet, croaking a little. "What…?" Simba looked down at his new amphibian body, and gasped in surprise. "What's happened to me?" he asked in Froggy's voice. "I've… I've mutated! I've become some kind of horrible monster! I can't rule the kingdom looking like this!"

"You put him in your body?" Haiba exclaimed, his eyebrows raised. "I suppose I can see the advantages. It'd certainly take kissing to a whole new level."

"Does everything with you have to involve kissing?" Nala asked, turning to Haiba. "Simba might die!"

"Oh, he won't die," Froggy assured her, dropping Simba to the ground. "Well, if he knows how to take care of himself properly. He needs to keep an eye out for snakes, of course. They can be particularly troublesome. But I'm sure he'll be very happy here in his new home," he said with an evil chuckle.

Nala felt really weird hearing all of that being said in Simba's voice. Maybe it was because he wasn't evil. Either that or he had just had a very nice voice. "Change him back," Nala ordered, glaring at Froggy. "Now."

"This conversation is closed," Froggy replied, before turning around and walking away. "I hope you can find your way back home. Lots of people get lost around these parts. Lots and lots of people!"

"W-wait!" Nala cried, watching as Froggy disappeared through a group of bushes. "You can't do this to us! Come back!"

She went to chase after him, but Haiba put a paw on her shoulder, stopping her. "Nala, there's no point in going after him," he told her. "And besides, we can't leave Simba all on his own. He could be eaten by a snake. It's not exactly uncommon."

"Nala…" said Simba, looking up at her with his new frog eyes. "What's happened to me? What have I become?"

Nala picked him up gently with her fore paws, and stared into his eyes. "Don't worry about it, Simba," she told him softly, using her kindest voice. "I'm going to take care of this. You'll be back to normal in no time."

"Hey, hey," said Haiba, tapping Nala on the side. "Why don't you kiss him?"

Nala sighed. "Not this again," she said. "Haiba, I've had enough of you and your sick little interests in—"

"No, no, no," said Haiba, shaking his head. "You don't understand. I heard a story about this once before. If you kiss a frog, then you get a handsome prince in return. My mother told me that story as a baby."

Nala had an unconvinced look on her face. "What happened in the end?"

"Oh, there was a big war with lots of blood and stuff involved," he replied. "But the point still stands. Go on. Kiss Simba. You kiss him enough anyway."

Nala stared at him, and then at Simba. "Oh, all right," she finally agreed, before kissing the frog Simba.

Releasing him from the kiss, she looked down at Simba, expecting him to suddenly get his body back, or something like that.

But nothing happened. "Great," Nala said, before turning to Haiba. "Any more bright ideas?"

"Maybe the story wasn't true, after all," he said, shrugging at her. "Sorry."

"Now what are we going to do?" the small frog Simba squeaked, a hopeless look on his face. "We're doomed! Doomed, I tell you!"

Nala thought for a moment, when one of her greatest ideas ever popped into her head. "I've got it!" she exclaimed.

Haiba sniffled, rubbing his nose with a paw. "Yeah, I've got it, too. I think there's some kind of cold going around."

"Not your cold, silly! I've got a plan!" Nala told him, a grin on her face. "Simba and the frog switched minds, right?"

Haiba nodded. "Yes. So?"

"So, think about this: what if his powers didn't get transferred, too?" Nala asked him.

"I don't understand," said Haiba, narrowing his eyes.

Nala rolled her eyes, and looked down at Simba. "Simba, stick that tongue of yours in my ear," she instructed.

Simba looked disgusted. "What?" he exclaimed. "Aw, come on, Nala. Do I have to?"

"Yes," Nala replied, before pointing to her right ear. "Come on. It'll only be for a second."

The frog Simba sighed. "Oh, all right, then." His longue tongue shot out, going inside Nala's ear.

It only took a few moments for her eyes to glow green, indicating she had been placed into a trance.

Haiba's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, I get it," he realised, waving a paw in front of Nala's face. Her expression remained motionless. "So now it's Simb a that can brainwash people."

Simba's new tongue retracted back into his mouth. "I think I'm beginning to see Nala's plan," he said, a smile appearing on his face.

"No!" Froggy cried, as he tripped over a dead branch on the ground, collapsing to the hard ground. "Stupid ground!" he cursed. "Who puts a branch in the middle of nowhere?"

Froggy was outside the forested area now, and was stuck in what Simba had referred to as the middle of nowhere. He was right. There seemed to be nothing around for miles and miles and miles.

He slowly got to his paws, and then kept on walking. "Just keep moving," he told himself. "You can't let those stupid cubs catch up with you, Froggy. It'd just be embarrassing."

"You were saying?" said Nala, a little smile on her face.

Nala and Haiba were stood a few feet in front of Froggy. Nala had the frog Simba on top of her head.

"How did you do that?" Froggy exclaimed in disbelief. "I was ahead of you! I was sure of it!"

"Not sure enough," said Nala, her smile widening. "We're just very sneaky cubs."

Froggy growled, extending his claws. "That's it!" he snarled furiously, ready to pounce at her. "I'm gonna tear you to pieces!"

"Go ahead," Nala instructed. "See where it gets you. I warn you – this is all going to end in tears."

With an angry cry, Froggy leapt at Nala, pinning her down to the ground. "Prepare to die!" he said with an evil laugh. He was going to enjoy every minute of this! Every. Single. Minute!

Simba fell to the ground, but quickly jumped to his feet, his longue tongue shooting out into Froggy's ear – just as Nala had planned.

Instantly, Froggy stumbled away, crying out in surprise. It wasn't long before his eyes were glowing a bright green.

Froggy blinked, and then suddenly his new body collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Nala watched as Simba's eyes slowly flickered open, and he pushed himself to his paws, looking around. "You're back!"

Nala cried, grabbing Simba – who was back in his original body – and hugging him tightly.

Haiba cleared his throat from behind the two. "Ahem. I'd like my hug now, please," he said. "I don't care if it's from Simba or Nala – you're both equally hot."

"Oh, just come here," Nala said quickly, finally giving Haiba the hug that he deserved. She then gave him a kiss on the cheek as an added bonus.

"But what about me?" Froggy asked in a whiny tone, back to being a frog once more.

"You?" Nala said, pointing down at Froggy. "You're going home!"

With that, she picked Froggy up, and hurled him high into the air, sending him back to his strange home. The least they heard was the sound of him screaming.

"And another problem solved by the three best cubs in the world!" Haiba declared happily, a smile on his face.

"Well, I'd say it was Nala who saved the day," said Simba, walking forward. "She's the one who figured it out."

"I can always figure something out, Simba," she told him as they walked along. "So… how long will it take to get back home?"

"A few hours," Simba replied. "Sorry."

"Oh, don't worry about it," Nala said. "At least we're safe."

"But how do you even know we're going the right way?" Haiba wondered.

"Oh, that's easy," Simba said, turning around. "You just have to—"

The three cubs gasped when they saw that the forest was no longer there. It had vanished. All that remained was the dirt and the holes and the dead weeds.

"But… but where did it… all… go?" Haiba asked in disbelief. "It was there, and just… Now… now it's gone!"

"Kufa inawadia…"

Simba whipped round to face Nala and Haiba. "Please tell me you heard it that time," he quickly said.

Nala and Haiba exchanged confused looks between each other. "Heard what?" Nala asked.

Simba sighed. "Something's wrong. I'm hearing voices but no one else is."

"What voices?"

"Two words," Simba replied, a concerned look on his face. "And I don't even know what they mean."

He looked up at the sky. "I think someone wants to catch my attention."