What's on the menu?
It could be ceviche, stinky-oo It's Pumbaa
I gotta tell you, Timon. That song always gets me right here.
Yeah, Pumbaa. Well, enough of that.
Timon, what are you doing?
I'm fast-forwarding to where we come in.
But you can't go out of order.
Au contraire, my porcine pal. I've got the remote.
But everyone's gonna get confused.
We gotta go back to the beginning of the story.
We're not in the beginning.
Yes, we were. The whole time.
They don't know that.
Why don't we tell them our story?
I've got an idea. Why don't we tell them our story?
I like the sound of that.
A little backstage tour.
Take them behind the scenes for a look at the story within the story.
They don't know how we were there, even though they didn't know.
Couldn't have said it better.
So we're going back to the beginning?
No, Pumbaa, we're going way back
to before the beginning.
Pride Rock.
So majestic.
So powerful.
So bizarrely named.
How can a rock be proud? It's a rock.
It's because a pride is what they call a group of lions.
Sure, the lions get Pride Rock. What about us meerkats?
Where I come from, we had nothing to be proud of.
When I was a young meerkat
When he was a young meerkat
- Very Nice. - Thanks.
Maybe it'd be safer if I show them where I came from.
Oh, boy. Do we get to see where you grew up?
Yeah, but it ain't pretty.
Please remain seated while the camera is in motion.
Here we are.
From Pride Rock to the pit of shame.
We're so low on the food chain, we're underground.
But don't take my word for it. I'll just let my fellow meerkats do the talking.
What was that? What was that?
Where? What? Where? Where? What was that?
Quick, before the hyena come
Clear.
Digga tunnah Dig, digga tunnah
When you're done You dig a bigger tunnah
Digga tunnah Dig, digga tunnah
Quick, before the hyena come
Digga tunnah Dig, digga tunnah
Keepa diggin' Never get dunnah
Digga tunnah Dig, digga tunnah
What was that?
Quick, before the hyena come
Digga tunnah is what we do
Life's a tunnah We're diggin' through
Digga tunnah is what we sing
Digga tunnah is everything
Mud and clay is the meerkat's friend
Always more around every bend
And when you get To your tunnel's end
Hallelujah, let's dig again Dig
Digga tunnah Dig, digga tunnah
When it's done You dig a bigger tunnah
Digga tunnah Dig, digga tunnah
What was that?
- Quick, before the hyena come - Dig
Timon.
Excuse me, have you seen my son? Has he been here?
Timon.
Uncle Max? Relax. Have you seen Timon?
No, I haven't, and what a day it's been.
No fractures, lacerations, concussions, contusions, or injuries of any sort.
As a matter of fact, there's no sign of Timon's handiwork anywhere.
That would be...
Timon!
- Hey, everybody. - Nice work, Timon.
Way to go, Tunnel Klutz.
- Who else could break a hole? - Four in one week. A new record.
Not again.
What? It's called a skylight.
Isn't that creative? A skylight.
I'll just have a word with him.
I was just trying to shed a little light on our pathetic existence.
Timon, this can't go on.
Just this month, you've pulled down four walls and collapsed two tunnel exits.
We have to look after each other. Our survival depends on it.
What's the point? All we do is dig so we can hide, and hide so we can dig.
I want to be where we don't have to dig tunnels
and live with our heads stuck in the sand.
What's so bad about dreaming of a better home?
I want to show you something. Look, Timon.
Go on, look.
Look out to the horizon.
Past the trees.
Over the grasslands.
Everything the light touches
belongs to someone else.
I thought you were going a different direction with this.
- What can I say? It's nature's design. - We're other animals' food.
A moveable feast, feared by no one and eaten by all.
But when they die, they become the grass, and we eat the grass, right?
No. We can't digest grass. We're grass-intolerant.
OK, Max. Thank you. You've been a big help.
- Meerkat, it's what's for dinner. - Thank you, Uncle Max.
I think Uncle Max dislodged one too many rocks with his skull.
But he's right, Timon. I just know there's a way for you to fit in here.
All right, who's on sentre duty?
That's it. My son, on sentry duty.
"Timon, the Sentry. "
Timon the sentry? Why not save the hyenas the trouble and kill me now?
- Kill me now. - He has a point.
All you have to do is watch for hyenas, and yell if you see one.
Look at Iron Joe.
Don't close your eyes.
Somebody's gotta guard us. Somebody's gotta protect us.
Now I'm convinced.
It's outside, up in the breeze, under the wide open sky.
Isn't that what you want? Maybe you'd rather have him on the digging crew?
No.
Good. Then we all agree. Timon, listen to Uncle Max.
He'll teach you what you need to know. Honey, try to make this one work.
Scurry, sniff, flinch.
Good. What do we do if we see a hyena?
Scream, "Mommy. "
That's right, mister. The world is fraught with danger.
- Fraught, I tell you. - Oh, boy. It's the fraught-fest.
- ... rip us limb from limb. - Bravo, Uncle Max.
Way to sell it to the cheap seats.
Applaud now, but tre clapping when you don't have any hands.
Scurry, sniff, flinch.
I like the sound of that.
There's more to life than panic
And being some other guy's snack
I may be delicious, organic
But this little entrée's fighting back
I'm gonna put digging tunnels behind me
And live at a new altitude
I'm gonna reach for the stars To remind me
That meerkats are not merely food
For once I'll be
Looking out for me
I'll tell you what I want This cat is moving on
For he's a bon vivant Who's missing out on 'bon'
I'd be a bigger cheese Far from the desert scene
A little cooling breeze A little patch of green
I'll be snoozing in my hammock By a rippling stream
Many miles from any tunnel And the digging team
Looking after number one Will be my only creed
That's all I need
I've always been good at running away
Well, now I'm gonna run the show
I've always been seen as the ultimate prey
But now my status ain't so quo
A dream sublime
It's hyena time...
Look, it's dinner and a show.
And I thought beans were the only musical food.
Hy... Hy...
Well, hi to you, too.
This is no time for horseplay. You're supposed to be up there looking for...
Hyenas.
Look at 'em scramble.
And that's how I like them.
Scrambled.
And a little bit runny.
Get in here. What are you, a meshuggeneh?
- Stumpy? Flinchy? Swifty? - Here.
What a relief. Everybody's... Where's Uncle Max?
- Run for your life. - Play dead.
You're almost there.
Suede is the look for this fall...
What's going on? Pumbaa, you're sitting on the remote.
Sorry, I thought it was a brownie.
You've got it, Max.
I flinched when I should've scurried.
It just never gets old, does it?
The classics never do, honey.
I guess I owe everyone an apology.
All right, so I made a teensy mistake.
Like we all haven't broken into song on sentry duty before.
Let me have a show of hands.
OK.
Maybe it's a little too soon, but I'm sure we'll all laugh about this someday.
Trust me.
I did trust you.
But...
Sweetie...
I'm never gonna fit in here. Nobody even likes me.
- Sure they do, honey. - Besides you, Ma.
Besides me. There's...
I have to find my place, but it isn't here.
Yes, it is. We just haven't found it yet.
- But we will. Here's an idea... - Stop with the hair already.
My place is out there, Ma.
I may not know exactly where or how far, but I gotta go.
- No, wait. If we just... - Ma.
I hope you find what you're looking for, honey.
I love you.
My Timmy.
Mom. Choking. Not breathing.
And people wonder why I have issues.
I'll be OK.
I know you will.
- Be careful. - I will.
- Don't talk to strangers. - I know.
Remember, wash behind your ears.
Ma, I'm not a kid anymore.
- Never go swimming without a buddy. - Got it.
- What? - I said...
Goodbye, Ma.
And so, with high spirits, I boldly ventured off
where no meerkat had dared to go before.
I put my past behind me, and never looked back.
Mommy.
What am I doing?
Which way should I go?
That depends on what you seek.
How convenient. Enter omniscient monkey, right on cue.
You know what they say.
When the student is ready, the teacher appears.
That's it. No more fortune cookies for you.
Where'd you come from?
The better question is, where are you going?
Someplace wonderful, mister. Where...
You didn't catch the song I sang a few minutes ago?
I didn't have the pleasure.
To recap, I want to live in some beautiful place, outside.
A carefree place where I don't have to hide or worry.
A life without worre.
You seek Hakuna Matata.
- Harpoon a tomata? - Hakuna Matata. It means "no worries. "
Perfect. Mind taking that stick of yours and drawing me a map?
To find it, you must look beyond what you see.
- What's that supposed to mean? - It means look beyond what you see.
Beyond what I see.
Get a load of the monkey getting all existential on me.
Beyond what I see.
It's kind of hard to think with all this music.
Beyond what I see.
Wait a second. It's coming to me.
It's that slug I ate or I'm having an epiphany.
I'm going to the Big Pointy Rock.
Right?
Who was that strange monkey?
Dream home, here I come.
Hello? Strange but wise monkey?
You know, first impressions are very important.
I thought you were a scream.
Just eat me now. Please make it fast. I got a low threshold for pain.
Easy there, little guy. I'm not going to eat you.
What? You're not?
Then why were you stalking me?
I saw you go by and I figured a little fella like you shouldn't be out alone.
What about you? You're all alone.
You are all alone, aren't you?
Yeah. Most animals give me a pretty wide berth.
They do? Even the hungry ones?
Yeah. I drive almost everyone away.
People see me coming and they run for cover.
They can't get out of the way fast enough.
You don't say.
Must be the gleam on those vicious tusks. Strikes fear into their hearts.
Actually, they say I wreck their appetite.
It's like you have this special power.
Special power? It's pretty powerful, all right.
- Perfect. You're hired. - Great. For what?
To get me to a little worry-free haven out by that big, pointy rock.
And you want me to come with you?
Do you see any other big loveable chunk of warthog here
who also has razor-sharp tusks and the ability to repel predators?
- I'm your pig. - I can tell we see eye to eye.
You mean, like friends?
Easy there, big fella. I'd say more like acquaintances.
- Well, it's a start. - Put her there, acquaintance.
- I'm Timon. - Pumbaa.
No, really.
All right, then. Let's hit the road.
You got it, acquaintance.
So, clear up one thing for me.
If you weren't going to eat me, what kind of a wacky pig are you?
I'm an insectivore.
A bug eater. Me, too. I just never had a name for it.
I'm partial to the crawly critters. How about you, big boy?
I prefer the ones with wings.
This could be the start of a beautiful acquaintanceship.
So, now we're back at the beginning. Right, Timon?
You got that right, pally.
At last, things were looking up.
I had the sun on my shoulders, the wind at my heels, a song in my heart.
And to protect me, a great big fat guy.
You really think I look fat?
Pumbaa. You're a pig. It's a compliment.
Thank you.
It's the circle of life
And it moves us all
There it is. The Big Pointy Rock.
We're almost there.
- I think we're a little late. - It's a land rush.
That loudmouth monkey. He must've blabbed it to the whole world.
- What exactly did he say? - "Look beyond what you see. "
Maybe you should look beyond the rock.
Maybe I should look beyond the rock.
Let's have a little look, shall we? Beyond what I see.
What do you know? The monkey's got an eagle eye for real estate.
Timon, look.
- It's the monkey. - What's he holding up?
Who cares? It's not important. Come on. My dream home awaits.
I don't do so well in crowds. Maybe we better go around.
The shortest distance between me and my dream home is a straight line.
Follow me.
- Excuse me. - Goodness.
Make room.
Watch it, Twiggy.
I'm walkin' here.
Timon. There's something I gotta tell you.
Pumbaa. We'll have plenty of time to chat once we settle in.
I could really use a rest stop.
Don't worry. You'll get your second wind.
I got a really bad feeling.
It'll pass. Trust me. It'll pass.
- Look, the rhinos are bowing. - We'd better bow, too.
Look, sire, how they kneel before the royal son.
That's your special power? What a weapon.
You mean, you don't mind?
Are you kidding? It was a gas.
I don't like to toot my own horn.
That's probably for the best.
- Let's go, Pumbaa. - Lead the way.
This is it, buddy boy. Home, sweet home.
- I don't got to share it with anybody. - Don't you get lonely out here?
Lonely? Try "commitment free".
The elbow-to-elbow life reminds me a little too much of home.
This place has everything. Cool refreshments, cosy little hammock,
a lovely water feature, and it's all mine.
It's really coming together, Timon, so...
So I guess I'll just be going.
Wait a minute now.
There's no law that says you have to go.
- I mean, if you want... - Great. I already made up two beds.
One for you, and one for me.
All this construction work has me bushed.
Think I'll turn in early.
- Good night. - Sleep tight.
Dream of bedbugs tonight.
Home, sweet home indeed.
Hey, keep it down up there.
We have neighbours? We should say hello.
Noisy neighbours. There go the property values.
Let's hear it in the herd And on the wing
It's gonna be King Simba's finest fling
Oh, I just can't wait To be king
Perfect. We moved to the theatre district. Get a load of these guys.
Knock it off.
Just can't wait...
Look out.
To be king
I'm OK.
Show people.
Chin up, Pumbaa. Our dream home's around here somewhere.
I once came across a place that might be just what you're looking for.
Spectacular waterfalls, set in a lush tropical oasis, a scrumptious array...
Forget it. I'm a realist, and I'm not gonna go chasing after some fantasy.
I'm going beyond what I see.
If you go beyond what you see, how do you know when you're there?
I'll tell you how I know. We're there.
This is a lovely spot. Rustic, picturesque.
Home, sweet home.
Sure, it needs a little work, but it's got good bones.
This is an elephant graveyard. Who'd ever come to an elephant graveyard?
Sire, the hyenas are after the children.
I see carnivores.
Beyond what you see.
Would this be a bad time to bring up that little place I told you about?
This is home, sweet home, baby.
Home...
Steam. Steam is good.
Steam is water. Gotta have water. You know, for the dream home.
Steam home, dream home.
I am perfectly happy right here.
It's remote, private, no unexpected visitors.
Something tells me this ain't the travelling company of "Riverdance".
Beyond what you see.
How am I supposed to look beyond what I see beyond that?
Sorry.
What this place lacks in water and shade,
it makes up for with searing heat and blinding sunshine.
Home, sweet home, Pumbaa.
- Shall we run for our lives? - Oh, yes, let's.
Hang on, Timon.
This is it. Goodbye, cruel world.
That's it? That wasn't so bad.
You can't knock old Timon down that easy.
Yeah, bring it on.
Pumbaa? Question.
Is it possible to fall off the edge of the Earth?
Technically, no. The Earth is round like a sphere, so it doesn't have an edge.
- Mind if I pause it for a second? - Go ahead.
Be right back.
It's a small world After all
It's a small, small world
Everybody.
It's a small world After all
I got the jumbo so we could share.
- Were you just picking your nose? - No, I had an itch on the inside.
- Timon, you OK? - I give up.
But you can't give up. We still haven't found our dream home.
Forget it, Pumbaa.
I've been dragging you down long enough.
I'm going home, and I suggest you do the same.
I would if I could, but I can't.
Sure you can, buddy. I won't stop you.
No, I mean I don't have a home.
You don't? What happened? Are you lost?
No place good enough for you?
You're all alone in this big empty world?
Truth is, I'm all alone, too.
Pumbaa, you're the only friend I've ever had.
- You mean... - Yeah, Pumbaa.
And friends stick together to the end.
Timon, are you crying?
I'm fine.
I just have something in my eye.
Here, blow.
- Here, Pumbaa. - Thanks!
OK, I'm better.
Too bad we never found that perfect place.
- Why'd we listen to that stupid monkey? - Maybe you're giving up too soon.
Beyond what you see.
Remember that place I told you about?
Forget about your place. Get a load of what I found.
Talk about "beyond what you see".
This is our dream home.
Dramatic views.
Your very own porch swing.
Hot tub and spa.
Well-stocked cupboard.
Let's celebrate.
The monkey was right. We found it. The perfect life.
I'll just whip up a little something.
He had the perfect name for it, too.
Come and get it.
Such a wonderful phrase. It had this rhythm.
Try this, hot tuna frittata.
- That's not it. - The spinach armada.
- Quiet, I'm thinking. - A spoon of ricotta.
- Two words. - Hookwormy piccata.
- Six syllables. - Kahuna colada.
- 12 letters. - A blue enchilada.
- Rhymes with... - Legumes on a platter.
This oughta be hotter. I got to lambada.
How can you dance at a time like this? I'm dying here.
- Sorry about that, pal. - Hakuna Matata.
- Come again? - Hakuna Matata. It means "no worries. "
Hey, I got an idea. Let's do a sing-along.
You tease. I love karaoke. I'm there.
Hakuna Matata
What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata
Ain't no passin' craze
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
Wait a second.
Pumbaa, where's the grub?
You just can't help yourself, can you?
Sorry.
This time, show a little self-control.
Hakuna Matata
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It's our problem free
Philosophy
Hakuna Matata
Matata, Hakuna, Matata
Huh-who-nuh Muh-what-ta?
- It means "no worries. " - I see.
So, I told the boy "To find Hakuna Matata,
you must look beyond what you see. "
- A metaphor. - Actually, it's not a...
You used a metaphor on Timon?
He takes things literally.
That's it. He's starving out there. I just know it.
Max, Timon's out there chasing metaphors. I've got to go find him.
- Are you nuts? - Nice to have a supportive family.
Well, here I go.
Remember, the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step.
Thanks. Here's my first step.
Guess bowling for porcupines wasn't the best idea.
Yeah. Got to be right up there with bobbing for snapping turtles.
That's going to leave a mark.
Look, Timon, buzzards. What do you say, one more round?
There must be some part of me we haven't injured yet.
Please.
No, I'm beat. You go ahead. I'm calling it a day.
But it's no fun alone.
Why not? One more run won't change our lives.
Who knows why fate led us to little Simba that day?
Maybe it was just my love of adventure,
or my innate courage, my valiant and fearless way of...
OK, who's in charge of the freeze frames?
- Sorry. - Anywho...
Rescuing Simba was a cinch.
Then came the really scary part.
Parenthood.
Timon.
- I got to go. - Go? Go where?
- You know. Go. Bad. - Why didn't you say so? Let's go.
When you got to go, you got to go.
Young lion, get down from there.
All right. You guys look like ants down there.
I'm counting to three.
One, two...
Three.
- Timon. - Again?
No. I'm thirsty.
This means you'll be up again about two hours from now.
Hang on, Simba. I'll save you.
Timon?
I'm going to get old walking across this thing.
Timon?
What have you got against the concept of a good night's sleep?
Actually, I had a bad dream.
Oh, well...
- It wasn't me. - Junior had a bad dream.
Why don't you sleep over here with us?
Mi Pumbaa, su Pumbaa.
All right!
- Good night. - Sleep tight.
Dream of bedbugs tonight.
Watch where you aim that morning breath. It should come with a warning label.
What a wake-up call.
Someone woke up on the wrong side of the warthog.
What's the matter, Pops? Had a little too much Hakuna Matata?
Sonny boy, I invented Hakuna Matata.
Oh, yeah? Well, I perfected it.
Sure you did.
Pumbaa, who holds the record for the world's longest bug belch?
That would be Simba.
All right, who's the champion at slug swallowing?
- Simba again. - Cricket crunching? Grub gulping?
Maggot munching? Snail slurping?
Nobody. We never had a snail-eating contest before.
I don't think this is such a good idea.
I told you this wasn't such a good idea.
Thus did the pupil surpass the teacher.
You've been hanging around with the monkey again, haven't you?
Our Simba is growing up.
Is this the little boy I carried?
When did he grow To be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday
When he was small?
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness
And tears
So, that's why they call it a dung beetle.
You don't say. And yet still so tasty.
Yeah, and they're my favourite, too.
Just what the doctor ordered.
After a long day of doing nothing, it's good to kick back.
Three pals and no worries. What more could you want?
I'm bushed.
Think I'll turn in for the night.
- I'm out. - Right behind you.
You're killing me.
Timon, it's your turn to say good night.
- Good night. - Sleep tight.
Dream of bedbugs tonight.
You got to admit, we had a pretty good thing going there.
We could've gone on like that forever.
Except for one teeny-weeny little thing we forgot to count on.
Nala?
How did you...
This is a disaster, Pumbaa. A disaster, I tell you.
Because they've finally found each other,
like two soul mates joined across the years by the bonds of true love?
Sweet, innocent little Pumbaa.
She'll put a stake right through the heart of our Hakuna Matata.
Then I guess we ought to do something.
And I know just what it is.
Pumbaa, we can't let them feel the love tonight.
Can you feel The love tonight?
That's so romantic.
Can you feel The love...
Can you feel The love tonight?
The peace The evening brings?
- That worked like a dream. - It did?
Sarcasm is a foreign language to you, isn't it? Look.
Can you feel
She's making those eyes.
He's smiling that smile.
They're laughing.
And hugging. And...
And if he falls In love tonight
It can be assumed
His carefree days With us are history
In short, Our pal is doomed
That's it, buddy. We gave it our best shot, but he's a goner.
Maybe not.
- You never give up, do you? - Look.
- You don't know what I've been through. - Then tell me.
- Forget it. - Fine.
Pumbaa, do you know what this means?
He can't express his feelings and she has commitment issues?
We won. We split them up.
And that's a good thing?
He seems to be taking it kind of hard.
I know. Poor guy.
But it's the best thing for us. I mean, for him.
Let's go. I think this storm's coming to a head.
Hakuna Matata is safe at last, pal,
because nothing's going to take our boy away now.
He's gone? What do you mean, he's gone?
It's just like the baboon said: "The king has returned. "
You want me to go over it again?
Yes, please, but be a dear and skip to the part about Simba.
Not that your childhood wasn't fascinating.
Simba's the rightful king, but after he disappeared,
Scar proclaimed himself king and allied himself with the hyenas.
Poor Simba. The treachery, the villainy, the sheer indescribable horror.
Why is she toying with us? This crazy chick is going to eat us.
Simba has to go home to challenge his uncle and reclaim his place as king.
Don't you get it?
Simba needs us. Now.
He needs us? Then he shouldn't have left us.
If he wants to run off to be "His Highness",
I say, "Don't let the branches hit you on the way out. "
Leave Hakuna Matata to someone who appreciates it.
But it's not really Hakuna Matata without Simba.
What's gotten into you? Not Hakuna Matata?
That's crazy talk, I tell you. Nothing's changed here.
We had Hakuna Matata before Simba, and we've still got it now.
We got to go help our friend, Timon.
Et tu, Pumbaa?
You're just going to walk away, give up on all this?
What happened to friends stick together to the end?
I was about to ask you the same thing.
I got everything I ever wanted right here.
This is more like it. Elbow room.
Oh, boy, oh, boy.
Hakuna Matata
What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata
Ain't no passing craze
It means...
No worries.
You. No. Don't say a word. I know what you're going to say.
"Did you find Hakuna Matata?"
Yes, I did, thank you very much.
And I am happy.
Deliriously happy.
"I see. Happy, is it?"
"If you're so happy, why do you look so miserable?"
Miserable, you say? Why should I be miserable?
I don't know. Maybe my two best pals in the world deserted me.
They've headed off on some heroic mission.
My friends are gone.
And my Hakuna Matata went with them.
Would you mind?
Thanks. I'm glad we had this talk.
My work here is done.
Friends stick together to the end.
What was with the running? If you can call it that.
I was giving you time to catch up.
You big lug.
Hop on, buddy. We got a fight to catch.
Let's whip some grass.
This is the stuff of legends.
An epic struggle, the place where heroes are born.
Pumbaa, this could be our finest hour.
Luau.
Hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat? Eat my buddy Pumbaa here because...
- Let's just cut to the chase, shall we? - Sure.
What the...
I love the smell of Pumbaa in the morning.
Move your tush, honey.
- Ma? Uncle Max? - Timmy.
Timon?
- What are you doing here? - Looking for you.
Mommy's here.
Let me introduce my best friend.
Pumbaa, Ma, Uncle Max. Ma, Uncle Max, Pumbaa.
Look, there's Simba, and that must be his Uncle Scar.
Good, they're talking things out, which is how it should be.
I have a feeling everything's going to be just fine.
On the other hand...
The hyenas are up there protecting Scar. What do we do?
- Well, I've got a plan. - How can we help?
Ma, Uncle Max, you're going to dig a trap.
We're going to need, dare I say it, tunnels. Lots of tunnels.
Pumbaa, we've got to get those hyenas away from Simba.
And lure them into the trap?
Nothing gets past you.
Come on, Pumbaa, let's ride.
Something's different about Timon.
You think? He's wearing a dress.
Hey, Pumbaa.
What do you call a hyena with half a brain?
Beats me, Timon. What?
Gifted.
They're talking about us.
For your last meal, you're going to eat those words.
Ma, I think we got their attention.
Not yet. Keep stalling.
OK.
You got to be kidding.
- Now, Ma? - Need more time, honey.
Freestyle.
Encore, encore.
- No, you mean "entrée, entrée". - Right. Let's just eat them.
Is it ready yet, Ma?
Not yet. Keep stalling.
Wait. Hold on a second.
Timon? What are you doing?
Shenzi-Marie-Predatora- Veldetta-Jackalina-Hyena,
would you do me the honour of becoming my bride?
I don't think so.
Please. I know what you're thinking.
We're too different. It'll never work. What will the children look like?
That violates the laws of nature.
Listen. The problems of a couple of wacky kids like us
don't amount to a hill of termites in this nutty circle of life.
And so I ask you, if not now, when?
If not me, who?
I'm lonely.
Can I be your best man?
I say we skip the wedding and go straight to the buffet.
- Now? - Sure, if you're ready.
- Now, Max, now. - Hyenas in the hole.
I need help. It didn't work.
What are we going to do?
- What? - Timon, no.
Let's get 'em.
- I'd say Scar is down and out. - We did it.
Where's Timon? Where's my baby?
He's hurt. He's dead. Or worse.
- We've got to find him. - It's OK, Ma.
Please. It is not OK. Don't you tell me it's OK.
Timmy.
My son, the hero.
You missed a spot.
That's so beautiful.
Choking. Not breathing.
I couldn't have done it without you guys.
That's our boy.
I promised myself I wasn't going to cry.
You've really come a long way, Timon.
Did you find what you were looking for?
I found a place that was beyond my wildest dreams,
but it still wasn't home.
Let's go home, Ma.
Welcome to our new home. A predator-free environment.
I got to hand it to you, Timon, this place has everything.
Now that we're all here, it does.
Crane spreads its wings,
turns with dainty hands.
Digga tunnah, Dig, digga tunnah
Never gonna dig another tunnah
Digga tunnah Dig, digga tunnah
Nevermore the hyena come
Sing the praises of brave Timon Greatest meerkat we've ever known
Never dreamed He'd help Simba shine
Proved it's cool To hang out with swine
Accidentally saved the day
Planned it so it would look that way
And brought us out Of the dirt and sand
Brought his family To the promised land
Sing the praises of brave Timon Greatest meerkat we've ever known
That's it.
The big wrap-up, the happy ending, the grand finale.
It's over already?
That's the thing about endings. They come at the end.
- Can we watch it again? - We just saw it.
- Maybe tomorrow. - What are you guys doing?
You didn't tell me you were watching the movie. I want to watch it.
Ma, we just finished. Show's over.
- You'll just have to rewind it. - Ma.
- Uncle Max, we're watching the movie. - Oh, no.
- I brought extra butter. - You guys are watching the movie?
Any store worth telling is worth telling twice.
- What the... - Excuse me.
Excuse me.
- Get out of the way. - Who is this crowd? Down in front.
Aloha.
Watch it.
- OK, buddy, you win. - Sure you don't mind?
- Hakuna Matata. - Sorry.
Timon. I still don't do so well in crowds.