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Introductory Notes
This
is
a
transcription
of
the
script
of
The
Lion
King
1
1/2
(or,
outside
the
U.S.
and
Canada,
The
Lion
King
3
),
composed
by
Ghia
and
Brian
Tiemann,
first released on May 10, 2004.
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-2004
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Contents
Introductory Notes
?
Copyright
?
The Cast
?
The Script
1.
2.
Timon the Sentry
3.
4.
Pumbaa's Special Power
5.
Timon's Dream
Home
6.
Hakuna
Matata
7.
Parenthood
8.
The Snail-Slurping Contest
9.
Trouble in
Paradise
Storm Comes to a Head
11.
in the Hole
Promised Land
?
n Call
?
Credits
The
Cast
(In order of
appearance)
Timon
A young and independent-minded meerkat
with dreams of
something
better
—
by which he means
something with less work
and
more play
than the typical
meerkat-colony life of digging
and
hiding. Wisecracking, sarcastic, self-centered,
and
suspiciously at ease in drag...
(Nathan Lane)
Pumbaa
A lumbering warthog who's out on his
own, unable to keep any
friends who aren't put off by his
pernicious digestive
problems. He's a
faithful friend, though, with an
all-
too-well-developed sense of loyalty and duty.
(Ernie
Sabella)
Ma
Timon's
mother;
kindly,
protective,
and
the
only
meerkat
who's
willing to stick up
for Timon even after the messes he gets
himself and the colony into. (Julie
Kavner)
Uncle Max
An elder in the meerkat colony with
little to no faith in
Timon's
ability
to
do
anything
right;
he's
all
too
glad
to
see
Timon move out, but eventually he comes
to be instrumental in
the retaking of
Pride Rock. (Jerry Stiller)
Shenzi
Banzai
Ed
Leader of the
Hyena trio, the nemesis of the meerkat colony
and (eventually) of Simba and the
pride. (Whoopi Goldberg)
The muscle of
the Hyenas, sarcastic and sadistic. (Cheech
Marin)
The
dimwitted
third
leg
of
the
Hyena
trio;
certifiably
insane,
but undoubtedly serves some purpose to
his compadres... (Jim
Cummings)
A mystical mandrill; He is the Pride
Lands' medicine man,
shaman,
and
seer.
He
lives
in
a
baobab
tree
some
distance
from
Pride
Rock,
communicating
with
the
Great
Kings
of
the
Past
and
issuing prophecies.
However, there's some evidence that he's
more talk than vision... (Robert
Guillaume)
Future King of the Pride
Lands, the son of Mufasa. When his
Rafiki
Simba
father
is
killed,
he
goes
into
exile,
where
he
meets
Timon
and
Pumbaa.
(Matthew Broderick)
The hornbill
majordomo to the King of Pride Rock. He advises
Mufasa of the goings-on in his domain.
(Edward Hibbert)
Simba's
cubhood
friend,
and
later
a
strong
lioness
in
the
pride
under
Scar who leaves Pride Rock to search for the
missing
Simba. (Moira Kelly)
Zazu
Nala
The
Script
The
Presentation...?
{Sounds
of
morning
on
the
savannah.
A
lion
roars
in
the
distance.
Sunrise
over the Pride
Lands
—
exactly as in TLK 1.
Animals of all types (rhinos,
meerkats,
cheetahs)
raise
their
heads
as
the
sun
rises,
preparing
to
march
to Pride
Rock.}
MS:
BS:
MS:
Nants
ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhhmm
ingonyama
Ingonyama
Nants
ingonyama bagithi baba
Timon:
{simultaneously, imitating the
singer}
Whaaaat's on the menu?
It could be ceviche, it's
stinky
—
ooh, it's Pumbaa-
aah...
Pumbaa:
I
gotta tell ya, Timon... that song always gets me
right here.
Timon:
Yeah,
Pumbaa.
{pause}
Well,
enough
of
that.
{He
holds
up
a
remote
control
and begins fast-forwarding through the
movie}
{Camera
pulls back to show Timon and Pumbaa in silhouette
in a row of
theater seats, Mystery
Science Theater 3000-style.}
Pumbaa:
Uh... Timon? What are you doin'?
Timon:
I'm fast-
forwarding to the part where we come in!
Pumbaa:
{aghast}
But you can't go
out of order!
Timon:
Au contraire
, my porcine
pal.
I've
got the remote!
Pumbaa:
But
everyone's gonna get confused!
{He
grabs a second, bigger
remote}
We
gotta
go
back
to
the
beginning
of
the
story.
{He
begins
rewinding the movie}
Timon:
We're not
in
the beginning of the
story!
{He pauses the movie
on Rafiki holding up Simba, with a
monkey screech; the movie
begins fast-
forwarding again}
Pumbaa:
Yes, we
were
—
the whole time!
{rewinds; the film reverses on a
shot of Timon looking in bewilderment
at Simba and Nala's
reunion, with a
squawk of confusion}
Timon:
But
they
don't know
that!
{indicates the
audience; switches the
movie direction
again, on Nala pinning Simba, with a lion-roar
sound}
Pumbaa:
Then why
don't we tell them
our
story?
{pauses the movie on a
snarling close-up of the three hyenas;
Timon and Pumbaa both
shriek and dive
under their seats}
Timon:
{slowly
re-emerging}
Hey, I got an idea. Why
don't we tell them
our
story?
Pumbaa:
Oh
—
I like the
sound of that.
Timon:
A little backstage tour. Take 'em
behind the scenes for a
revealing and
intimate look at the story within the story!
Pumbaa:
'Cause
what
they
don't know is how
we really
were
there even
though they didn't
know
we were there, y'know?
Timon:
Couldn't
have said it better myself!
{rewinds
the movie again}
Pumbaa:
So does
this mean we're going back to the beginning?
Timon:
{melodramatically}
Oh, no,
Pumbaa. No. We're going way back...
to
before
the beginning.
{The
sunrise
plays
backwards,
looking
like
a
sunset;
the
screen
goes
black
along
with
African
drumbeats;
the
title
Lion
King
crashes
onto
the
screen,
followed
by
a
2,
then
a
1,
then
another
1,
followed
by
a
diagonal
line
which
forms
the
crooked
1/2
logo.
(In
non-U.S.
versions,
the
title
is
The
Lion
King
3.)
Cracks
appear
across
the
screen
image,
and
the
black
screen shatters and
falls from the field of view in fragments, leaving
a view of Pride Rock in
daylight.}
Pumbaa:
Timon:
Pumbaa:
{reverently}
Pride Rock.
So majestic.
So powerful.
Timon:
So...
bizarrely
named.
{pauses
the
movie;
the
silhouettes
and
the
seatbacks
appear
again}
Pumbaa,
how
can
a
rock
be
proud?
It's a
rock!
Well,
I
think
it's
because
a
is
what
they
call
a
group
of lions.
Oh, sure, the
lions
get Pride Rock. And
what about us
meerkats?
Where
I
come
from
we
didn't
have
nothin'
to
be
proud
of. Why:
{clears throat;
singing}
When I was a young
meerkat...
Pumbaa:
Timon:
Pumbaa:
Timon:
Pumbaa:
Timon:
Pumbaa:
Timon:
{singing}
When he was a
young meerkat...!
{blows Timon off
his seatback}
{peevishly}
Very nice.
Thanks!
But
maybe
it'd
be
safer
if
I
just
show
'em
where
I
came
from.
Oh, boy! Do we get to see where you
grew up?
Yeah, Pumbaa, but it ain't
pretty.
{clicks the remote; the
view of Pride Rock switches to a full-
screen shot}
Please
remain
seated while the camera is in motion.
{The camera does a super-high-speed
truck-out from Pride Rock, past
zebras,
grasslands, the Elephant Graveyard, the Gorge,
marshlands, the
desert, and finally
stopping at a dry plain of low mounds of dirt,
with
a tumbleweed blowing
across}
Timon:
Here we
are: from Pride Rock to the pit of shame. We're so
low on the food chain we're
underground! But you don't have
to take
my word for it. I'll just let my fellow meerkats
do
the talking.
{
Background
Semon pute
Chant:
Meerkats:
{chanting, nervously}
What
was that?!
What was what?! Shh!
What was that?!
What was
that?!
Where? What?
Where?
Where? Shh!
What was that?! Shh!
Quick, before the hyena come!
Guard:
CLEAR!
{Scenes
of
the
colony
of
meerkats
all
busily
digging
a
network
of
tunnels,
singing as they
work.}
Meerkats:
Background
chant:
Meerkats:
Background
chant:
Meerkats:
{singing}
Digga tunnah,
Dig, digga tunnah
When
you're done ya dig a bigga tunnah
Digga
tunnah,
Dig, dig a tunnah
Quick, before the hyena come!
DIG!
Semon pute
Digga tunnah,
Dig, digga
tunnah
You can dig and never get dunnah
Semon pute
Digga tunnah,
(Dig a little faster)
Dig, digga tunnah
What was that?!
{silence as
they look from side to side,
listening}
Quick,
before the hyena come!
DIG!
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 a meerkat's friend
Always more around every bend
And when you get to your tunnah's end
Hallelujah! Let's dig again!
DIG!
Digga tunnah,
Dig, digga tunnah (Digga tunnah)
When you're done ya dig a bigga tunnah.
Digga tunnah, (Dig a little faster)
dig dig a tunnah.
What was
that?!
{pause to listen}
Quick, before the hyena come!
DIG!
Ma:
Timon! Excuse me. Have you seen my son?
Has he been through
here? Timon!
Uncle Max:
Digga
tunnah, dig, digga tunnah... digga tunnah, dig,
dig
—
Aaaah!
{Ma pokes him, scaring him out of his
chant}
Ma:
Ma:
Uncle Max?
Uncle Max, relax. Have you seen Timon?
Uncle Max:
{spooked}
Aaahh!
Uncle Max:
{pleased with himself}
No, I
haven't
—
and what a day it's
been! No fractures, no lacerations, no
concussions,
contusions or injuries of
any sort. As a matter of fact,
there's
no sign of Timon's handiwork anywhere!
{the ceiling cracks and then comes
crashing down around them, light
streaming in all around; finally
there's nothing left of the tunnel but
a ring of dirt held up on a narrow
protrusion, with Timon standing under
it.}
Uncle Max:
{fuming}
That would be...
TIMOOON!
Timon:
{embarrassed}
Heh heh heh.
Hey, everybody!
Meerkat1:
Ha ha. Nice work, Timon.
Meerkat2:
Way to
go, tunnel klutz.
Meerkat3:
Who else could break a hole?
Meerkat4:
Four in
a week
—
a new record!
Ma:
Timon:
{quietly despairing}
Not
again...
What?
{defiantly}
It's called a
skylight!
{The
Ma:
{trying to
salvage the situation}
Ho ho. Wow!
Isn't that
creative. A
skylight!
Oh, ha ha.
{seeking discretion as the
better part of valor}
I'll
just have a word with him.
{Ma leads Timon away from the scene of
the collapse.}
Timon:
Ma:
I...
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.
{She
combs
Timon's
hair}
We
have
to
look
after
each
other.
Our
survival
depends
on it.
Timon:
What's the point? All we do is dig so
we can hide, and hide
so we can dig.
{Ma finishes combing his hair, which
up into a bunch of spikes}
I
wanna be where we don't have to
dig
tunnels
and
live
with
our
heads
stuck
in
the
sand.
{pushes
some grass apart and gazes out over the
horizon}
What's so
bad about
dreaming of a better home?
Ma:
{joins
him
at
the
gap
in
the
grass}
I
wanna
show
you
something.
Look, Timon. Go
on, look.
{Camera pulls back to a
panoramic
view of the Pride Lands in
all their golden-lit majesty, as
the
Look out to the horizon, past
the trees, over the grasslands.
Everything the light
touches...
{sharply}
belongs to someone
else!
{A
record
needle
scratches;
the
grasses
snap
back
together
and
block
the
view.}
Timon:
Ma:
Funny. I
thought you were going a whole different direction
with this.
What can I say?
It's nature's design.
Uncle
Max:
{appears out of the
grass suddenly}
She's right! We're food
for other
animals
—
a moveable feast.
Feared by no one and
eaten by all!
Timon:
But when
they die, they become the grass. And we eat the
grass... right?
Uncle
Max:
Not exactly; we can't
digest grass. We're grass intolerant.
{snatches Timon away}
Ok,
Max.
Thank
you. You've been
a big
help.
{To
Timon}
Honey, I
—
Uncle Max:
{appearing out of another stand of
grass}
Meerkat... it's
Ma:
what's for
dinner!
{increasingly
sarcastic;
pointing
meaningfully
off
into
the
distance}
Thank
you, Uncle Max.
Uncle Max:
{groans at the camera}
Uhh.
{disappears}
Ma:
Timon:
Ma:
I
think
Uncle
Max
dislodged
one
too
many
rocks
with
his
skull.
But
he's right, Timon.
{She tries to comb
his hair again; a
bug flies by, and she
snatches it and squishes it into hair
gel}
Oh, I just
know
there's a way for you
to fit in here.
{Timon
glowers
from
under
his
plastered-down
hair;
a
single
hair
springs
back up, and he
sighs.}
Uncle
Max:
{off-screen, to other
meerkats}
All right, who's on sentry
duty?
Ma:
{perks up with
inspiration; gasps}
That's it! That's
it
—
My
son on
sentry duty! Timon the sentry!
{cut to
Uncle Max being told of this idea}
Uncle Max:
{in horrified shock}
Timon
the
sentry?!
Why don't you
save
the hyenas the trouble and kill me
now? Just kill me now!
Timon:
Ma:
He has a
point.
All you have to do is watch for
hyenas and yell if you see
one. Look at
Iron Joe.
Iron Joe:
{in
the
middle
of
a
nervous
breakdown}
Don't
close
your
eyes!
Don't
look
away!
Somebody's
gotta
guard
us!
Somebody's
gotta
protect us!
{Breaks up in
sobs as a couple of meerkat
orderlies
carry him away, raving, from his post}
Timon:
Ma:
Well.
Now
I'm convinced.
Listen
—
it's
outside, up in the breeze, under the wide open
sky
—
isn't that
what you want?
{to Max}
Or
maybe you would
rather have him go back
on the digging crew.
Max and
NO!
everyone:
{Camera switches to the
entire colony of meerkats, listening intently,
and now pretending nonchalance and
clearing their throats}
Ma:
Good...
then
we
all
agree.
Timon,
listen
to
Uncle
Max.
He'll
teach
you
everything
you
need
to
know.
And
honey,
{earnestly}
try
to make this one work.
Timon the Sentry
{Cut to the lookout rock,
under a small tree. Uncle Max is demonstrating
the duties of the sentry.}
Uncle
Max:
{demonstrating}
Scurry,
sniff,
flinch!
Scurry,
sniff,
flinch!
{Timon is unimpressed and rolling his
eyes}
Scurry, sniff,
flinch!
Good. Now... what do we do if we see a hyena?
Timon:
Scream
Uncle
Max:
That's right, mister! Because the world
out there is fraught
with danger.
Fraught, I tell you!
Timon:
{aside,
to
the
camera,
over
Uncle
Max;
sarcastically}
Oh,
boy.
It's the
Fraught Fest.
Uncle
Max:
{furiously
pantomiming}
Even
all
bloodthirsty hyenas are
waiting to rip us limb from limb!
Timon:
{applauding sarcastically}
Bra-
vo
, Uncle Max. Way to
sell it
to the cheap seats.
Uncle
Max:
{in his face}
Applaud now,
sonny boy.
{quiet and
severe}
But
try
clapping
when
you
don't
have
any
hands!
{turns
and
leaves}
{Timon gulps, looking at his hands.
Then he takes up his position on the
rock.}
Timon:
Scurry,
sniff,
flinch.
Scurry,
sniff,
flinch.
{marimbas
begin;
Timon starts to get
into it}
Huh... I like the sound of
that.
Scurry, sniff, flinch.
{He begins dancing more and more
flamboyantly}
Scurry, sniff,
flinch. Scurry, sniff, flinch.
Scurry,
sniff, flinch!
{
Timon:
{singing}
There's more to
life than panic
And bein' some other
guy's snack
—
euugh.
{The three hyenas pop up from behind a
rock in the background, then
disappear
again}
Timon:
I may be
delicious, organic
But this little
entree's fightin' back!
I'm gonna put
diggin' 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...
{steps
onto
a
cloud
and
surfs
into
a
fantasy
waterfall setting}
Lookin' out for me... yeah!
I'll tell you what I want
This cat is movin' on
He's a
bon vivant
Who's
missin' out on
bon
I'd be a bigger cheese
Far
from the desert scene
A little cooling
breeze
A little patch of green!
And I'll be snoozin' 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
{slurps up
some bugs}
That's all I
need!
{Dancing the
I've always been good at runnin' away
Well, now I'm gonna run the show-ow
I've always been seen as the ultimate
prey
But now my status ain't so quo!
{The fantasy and the music
dissolve as he improvises, unaware that the
three hyenas have surrounded
him.}
Timon:
Shenzi:
Banzai:
Ed:
{improvising}
A dream
sublime...
It's hyena tiiime... oh!
{clapping}
Oh, look it's
dinner and a show!
And I thought beans
were the only musical food.
{incoherently}
Ooh-oooh!
Timon:
frozen in
fear}
Hy... Hy... Hy...
Shenzi:
Well,
hi
to you too!
{smacks Timon, who goes rolling down
the
hill}
Timon:
Ayy! Ohh!
Ow! Okay...
Uncle
Max:
This
is
no
time
for
horseplay,
Timon.
You're
supposed
to
be
up
there lookin' out for...
{sees them approaching,
snickering}
Hyenas!
Meerkats:
{they
all pop up in terror}
Aaaaahhh!
{The meerkat colony runs
around in a mad chaotic dash for cover}
Banzai:
Shenzi:
Whoa, look at 'em scramble.
And that's just how I like 'em...
{A
group
of
meerkats,
led
by
Uncle
Max,
crash
in
a
line
right
into
Shenzi's
snout.}
Meerkats:
Aah!
Ooh! Uhh!
Shenzi:
Shenzi:
...Scrambled.
{She
slurps
them,
lifting
Uncle
Max
into
the
air}
Meerkats:
Uhh!
{seeing
the
whole
colony
scrambling
about}
...And
a
little
bit
runny.
{The
group
of
meerkats
goes
running
by,
followed
by
the
laughing
hyenas,
passing Timon who's standing there
covering his head}
Meerkats:
Hyenas!
{A hand reaches up and
grabs Timon; he strains to stay where he is, but
gradually the hand manages to drag him
head-first into a hole. It's Ma.}
Ma:
Get in here! What are you, a
meshugginah?
{Ed guards a hole, and
snaps at a bunch of meerkats who jump into it one
at a time; he misses all of them, but
blocks the hole before Uncle Max
can
get in}
Ma:
Stumpy? (Here!) Flinchy? (Here!)
Swifty? (Here!) Oh, what a
relief.
Everybody's...
{gasps}
Where's Uncle Max?
{Uncle Max is
outside, running for his life as the three hyenas
pursue
him}
Uncle
Max:
Aaaaahh!
{Uncle
Max
makes
desperately
for
a
second tunnel
entrance,
where
a
bunch
of meerkats appear and gasp at the
sight.}
Meerkat1:
Max! Run for your
life!
Meerkat2:
Play dead!
Meerkat3:
?ndale!
Meerkat4:
Almost there!
{The
screen
switches
suddenly
to
the
QVC
shopping
channel,
where
two
women
are selling a suede
handbag.}
Woman
on
Suede
is
the
look for this fall. Of course, that
is
what's
TV:
happening
up
in
every
magazine.
What
I
like
about
it,
other
than
you've
got that long strap, which can clear your coat...
{Timon and Pumbaa are back
in the silhouetted theater seats.}
Timon:
Pumbaa
Hey, what's goin' on? Pumbaa, you're
sitting on the remote.
Huh? Oh, sorry.
I thought it was a brownie.
{He
clicks
the
remote;
we
switch
back
to
the
scene
of
Uncle
Max's
impending
demise.}
Meerkat5:
You've got it,
Max!
{Max is overtaken by
the hyenas; the meerkats all shield their eyes as
we hear crunching sounds. Switch to the
inside of the burrow, where the
meerkats stand in shock; suddenly, Max
drops from the ceiling, the fur
bitten
off his tail.}
Meerkats:
Max! Is he all
right?
Uncle
Max:
I flinched when I should've scurried.
{collapses}
{The hyenas, guffawing, are walking
off.}
Banzai:
Shenzi:
Ha ha! Oh, man! It just never gets old,
does it?
Ooh, the classics never do,
honey.
{Camera
pans
down
to
where
Timon
is
standing
in
the
midst
of
all
the
angry
meerkats.}
Timon:
I,
uh...
I
guess
I
owe
everyone
an
apology.
{pause}
All
right,
so
I
made
a
teensy
mistake.
Like
we
all
haven't
broken
into
song
on
sentry duty before. Ha ha ha... come on. Let me
have a show
of
hands.
{The
meerkats
all
wander
off,
disgusted;
Timon
tries
to change
tactics}
Okay. ...Maybe it's a little
too soon, but
I'm sure we're all gonna
laugh about this someday. Trust me.
{Uncle Max and the meerkats are all
staring at him severely. Soft,
emotional music plays.}
Uncle
Max:
I
did
trust you.
Timon:
{pause}
But...
{The meerkats all silently file out,
except for Ma. Timon sighs. Scene
switch to the rock outside, where Timon
is hunched; Ma emerges from the
hole
and approaches him.}
Ma:
Timon:
Ma:
Timon:
Ma:
Timon:
Ma:
Timon:
Ohh. Aw,
sweetie.
I'm never gonna fit in here.
Nobody even likes me.
Sure they do,
honey. Sure they do!
Besides you, Ma.
Uh, besides me? Um, there's, uh...
I have to find my place; but it isn't
here.
Yes it is. We just haven't found
it yet. But we will...
{She
combs
his
hair
again}
Oh,
here's
an
idea.
You
can
run
a
trail
—
{impatient}
Stop
with
the
hair
already.
My
place
is
out
there,
Ma. Oh, I may not know exactly where or
how far, but I gotta
go!
Ma:
Timon:
Ma:
{desperate
to
try
one
last
idea}
No,
wait,
wait,
wait.
I
know.
If we
just...
{pointed}
Ma.
{pauses, then acquiesces}
Well, I hope you find what you're
looking for, honey.
{Music
turns sweet as Timon comes back to embrace
her.}
Ma:
Timon:
Ooh. Ooh, I love you. Mmm!
I
love you, Ma.
{Ma
keeps
hugging
him,
tighter
and
tighter
until
we
start
to
hear
crunching
sound
effects.}
Ma:
Oh, Timmy. My
Timmy. Mmm-mmm...
Timon:
Ma:
Timon
{strained, muffled}
Mom...
choking... not breathing...
Ooh. Mmm.
Mmm-mmm.
{aside}
And people
wonder why I have issues.
{The embrace
finally ends.}
Timon:
Ma:
{reassuring}
I'll be okay!
Oh, I know you will!
{wistful}
You will.
{Ma
slowly
lets
go
of
Timon's
hands.
Timon
turns
away,
then
begins
striding
purposefully
away
into
the
sunset
as
traveling
music
(
Traveling
Theme
Ma:
Timon:
{calling after him}
Be
careful!
I will!
{Timon
marches on a bit further.}
Ma:
Timon:
Don't talk to strangers!
I
know, Ma!
{Timon marches a bit
more}
Ma:
Remember, wash behind your ears!
{The music slows; Timon turns
impatiently.}
Timon:
Ma, I'm not a kid any more!
{He resumes marching.}
Ma:
Timon:
Ma:
Timon:
Ma:
Timon:
Never go
swimming without a buddy!
Got it!
{almost inaudible}
Send us a
message
—
{indistinct}
{exasperated}
Oy!
{He turns back and shouts at the top of
his
lungs}
What?!
I said, send us a message!
What?!
Ma:
Timon:
I
said
, send us
a
—
{turns back to
his path, waves her off}
Good-bye, Ma!
{Timon
sets
off
in
earnest
as
African
music
plays
triumphantly.
He
reaches
the
open grasslands.}
{narrating}
And so, with
high spirits I boldly ventured off
where no meerkat had
dared
to go before. I put my
past behind
me,
ha!
{Nighttime
in
the
Pride
Lands}
And
never
looked
back...
{ends narrative;
breaks suddenly into sobbing}
Mommy!
Mommy
—
Aah! Ha ha!
{Far shot of Timon, revealing that he
is
standing next to Rafiki's baobab
tree}
What am I doing?
{sobs;
shot changes to a close-up}
Which way should I go?
Rafiki:
{appearing upside-down, hanging from a
tree}
That depends on
Timon:
what you
seek.
{Timon does a wild
take, goes sprawling. Cut back to the theater
seats
and silhouettes; Timon pauses the
movie.}
Timon:
How
convenient. Enter omniscient monkey, right on cue.
Pumbaa:
Well, you
know what they say. When the student is ready, the
teacher appears.
Timon:
That's it. No more fortune cookies for
you.
{Timon clicks the remote; the
movie resumes.}
Timon:
Timon:
Hey,
where'd you come from?
Rafiki:
{laughs}
Oh, the better
question is, where are you going?
{earnestly}
Oh, someplace
wonderful, mister, where... where
y
—
You
didn't
happen
to
catch
the
song
I
sang
a
few
minutes
ago,
did ya?
Rafiki:
I didn't have the pleasure.
Timon:
To recap:
I want to live in some beautiful place,
outside
...
a
carefree place where I don't have to hide or
worry.
Rafiki:
{jumps
down
next
to
Timon}
Whoo!
Hoo
hoo
hoo!
Life
without
worry.
You seek Hakuna
Matata.
Timon:
Timon:
Harpoon a
tomato?
Perfect! Mind taking that stick
of yours and drawing me a map,
bub?
{Rafiki smacks him over the head with
the stick}
Ow! Hey!
Rafiki:
Hakuna
Matata, it means
Rafiki:
{goes into his mystic-monkey
pose}
To find it, you must look
beyond
what you see.
Timon:
Timon:
What the
heck is that supposed to mean?
Rafiki:
It means,
look beyond what you see!
{imitating
Rafiki}
Beyond what I see. Ha. Get a
load of the
monkey,
gettin'
all
existential
on
me.
Beyond
what
I
see.
{sees
a
frog
croaking
on
a
rock}
Hmm...
Beyond
what
I
see.
{pans
over
to a tree stump a little farther away.
Immense and meaningful
music starts to
rise}
Beyond what I see...
{pans to a tree in
the
distance;
music
swells
louder}
It's
kinda
hard
to
think
with
all this music. Beyond... what I see...
{focuses in on Pride
Rock in
the far distance as the music rises to a
climax}
Oh,
wait a second.
It's comin' to me. It's either that slug I ate
or I'm having an epiphany!
{camera zooms in on Pride
Rock}
I'm
going to the big
pointy rock! Right?
{He
turns around, but Rafiki is gone.}
Timon:
Who
was
that
strange
monkey?
Ah,
well.
Dream
home,
here
I
come.
{Timon
marches off in the direction of Pride Rock. He
enters a stand of
tall grasses. A
snapping sound startles him.}
Timon:
Ah...
oh-h...
hello?
Strange
but
wise
monkey?
{A
flock
of
birds
takes off and startles
him again. He climbs up on a rock; then
he hears a weird grunting roar, and
sees a bulky shape rushing
in his
direction. He tumbles off the rock and rushes
blindly
through the grass as the
ominous roaring sound pursues him.}
Oh! Oh! Aah!
{Timon crashes into a huge snout
blocking his path.}
Pumbaa:
Aaaah!
Timon:
Aaaah!
Pumbaa:
Aaaah!
Timon:
Timon:
Aaaah!
Aaaah!
Pumbaa:
Aaaah!
{Timon pauses the movie.}
Pumbaa:
You know, first impressions are very
important.
Timon:
Oh, I thought you were a
scream.
{The movie resumes.}
Pumbaa
and
Timon:
Timon:
Aaaahh!
Just
eat
me
now...
and
please
make
it
fast.
I
got
a
low
threshold
for
pain.
What? you're not?
{indignant}
Then why were
you stalking me?
Pumbaa:
Easy, easy there, little guy. I'm not
gonna eat you.
Timon:
Pumbaa:
Well,
gee, I saw you go by and I figured a little fella
like
you shouldn't be out here all
alone.
Timon:
Hey,
what
about
you?
You're
all
alone.
{suddenly
apprehensive}
You
are
all alone, aren't you?
Pumbaa:
{ruefully}
Yeah. Most
animals give me a pretty wide berth.
Timon:
{seeing
the seeds of an idea}
They do? Even the
hungry ones?
Pumbaa:
Yeah, I drive almost everyone away.
People see me comin' and
they run for
cover. They can't get out of the way fast enough.
{Timon is holding up one
of Pumbaa's hooves, playing with it like a pair
of scissors.}
Timon:
You
don't
say,
you
don't
say.
Must
be
the
gleam
on
those
vicious
tusks, huh? Strikes fear inte their
hearts.
Pumbaa:
Actually, they say I wreck their
appetite.
{scheming}
Wow,
it's
like
you
have
this
—
this...
special
power.
Pumbaa:
{backing
away nervously}
Special power? Well,
i-it's pretty
powerful, all right.
{gestures indistinctly at his
rump}
Timon:
Timon:
Perfect!
You're hired.
Pumbaa:
Great! ...For what?
Timon:
To get me
to a little worry-free haven out of that big
pointy
rock.
{indicates
Pride Rock}
Ha ha! Do you
see any other big lovable chunk of warthog here,
who also happens to have razor-sharp
tusks and the ability to
repel
predators?
{grins
ingratiatingly}
You and me,
I can tell... we see eye to eye.
Whoa,
easy
there,
big
fella.
I'd
say
more
like
{making
with his fingers
acquaintances.
Put 'er there,
acquaintance.
{they shake
paws}
I'm Timon.
No, really.
{Pumbaa grins sincerely at
him.}
All right then.
Let's
hit the road.
So clear
up
one
thing for me.
If
you weren't gonna
eat me,
what
kind of a wacky wild pig are you?
Oh ho! A bug eater! Well, me too. I
just never had a name for
it. I'm kinda
partial to the crawly critters myself. How about
you, big boy?
Pumbaa, this
could be the start of a beautiful...
acquaintanceship.
Pumbaa:
And...
you want me to come with you?
Timon:
Pumbaa:
I'm your
pig.
Timon:
Timon:
Pumbaa:
{hopeful}
You mean, like
friends?
Pumbaa:
{a bit disappointed}
Oh.
{brightening}
Well, it's a
start.
Timon:
Timon:
Pumbaa:
Pumbaa!
Pumbaa:
You got
it...
acquaintance
.
Timon:
Pumbaa:
I'm an
insectivore.
Timon:
Pumbaa:
I prefer
the ones with wings.
Timon:
Pumbaa's Special
Power
{The
sunrise scene begins again.}
MS:
BS:
Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama
{Pumbaa and Timon enter the scene,
walking across the sunrise from left
to
right.}
Pumbaa:
Okay, so
now we're back at the beginning. Right, Timon?
Timon:
Oh,
you got
that right, pally.
{narrating}
At
last, things were
looking
up.
I
had
the
sun
on
my
shoulders,
the
wind
at
my
heels,
a song in my heart.
{Timon and Pumbaa freak out as the
animals
all bear down on
them}
Aah!
Pumbaa:
Aah!
{Pumbaa races out from
under all the roaring and screeching animals as
they rush past; Timon rides on his
back.
Timon:
{steering
Pumbaa
to
follow
the
animals}
And
to
protect
me,
a
great
big fat guy!
{Pumbaa pauses the movie. Cut back to
the silhouettes.}
Pumbaa:
{shocked}
You really think I
look fat?
Timon:
Uhh, Pumbaa, Pumbaa, Pumbaa. You're a
pig. It's a compliment!
Pumbaa:
{mollified}
Oh-ho-ho. Thank
you!
{Pumbaa
resumes
the
movie.
Pride
Rock
rises
before
the
two
of
them
as
the
crest a
small hill; a deep lion roar sounds.}
FS:
It's the Circle of Life
And
it moves us all...
Timon:
Whoo-hoo!
There
it
is,
the
big
pointy
rock!
Oh,
baby,
we're
almost
there.
{A record-needle scratching sound
accompanies them screeching to a halt
as
the
suddenly
see
that
Pride
Rock
is
surrounded
by
hundreds
of
animals.}
Pumbaa:
I think
we're little late.
Timon:
It's a land rush. That loudmouth
monkey! He must've blabbed it
to the
whole world!
Pumbaa:
What exactly did he say?
Timon:
{imitating
Rafiki}
Look beyond what you see.
Pumbaa:
So maybe
you're supposed to look
beyond
the big pointy rock.
Timon:
{as
though
he
came
up
with
it
himself}
Maybe
I'm
supposed
to
look
beyond the big pointy
rock!
Pumbaa:
Hmm?
Timon:
Well...
let's
have
a
little
look,
shall
we?
Beyond
what
I
see...
beyond
what
I
see...
beyond
what
I
see...
{Camera
pans
past
Pride
Rock
(where
Rafiki
is
carrying
Simba
to
the
tip
of
the
promontory)
and all the gathered animals to a small
hill with a little cave
in
it
right
behind
the
Rock.}
Oh
ho!
What
do
you
know?
The
monkey's
got
an eagle eye for real estate!
Pumbaa:
{indicating the impending
ceremony}
Timon, look!
Timon:
He-he-hey!
It's the monkey!
Pumbaa:
What's that he's holdin' up?
Timon:
Aw,
who
cares?
It's
not
important.
Come
on!
My
dream
home
awaits.
{They
approach the gathering of animals from behind,
rising in front of
them like a wall.
Pumbaa nervously shrinks back away from
them.}
Pumbaa
Uh... I
don't do so well in crowds. Maybe we better go
around.
Timon:
Don't
you
know
the
shortest
distance
between
me
and
my
dream
home
is a
straight line? Follow me!
{He leads
Pumbaa straight into
the
breach.}
Animal1:
Oh.
Timon:
Excuse me!
Animal2:
Ow.
Animal3:
Hello!
Animal4:
Goodness.
Timon:
Make room, make room. Watch it, Twiggy.
I'm walkin' here!
{Animals
snort
and
glower
at
them
as
the
push
their
way
through
the
crowd.
Suddenly Pumbaa's
stomach gurgles fiercely; he sits down in
mode.}
Pumbaa:
{miserably}
Ahem... Timon?
There's something I gotta tell ya.
Timon:
Pumbaa,
Pumbaa,
Pumbaa.
We'll
have
a
plenty
of
time
to
chat
once
we settle in.
Pumbaa:
{stomach
gurgles more; he starts to panic}
I
could really use
a rest stop.
Timon:
{trying to
get him back on track}
Don't worry.
You'll get your
second wind.
Pumbaa:
{breaking
out in sweat}
Ohh! I got a really bad
feeling!
Timon:
It'll pass. Trust me! It'll pass.
{Pumbaa
releases
a
massive
fart.
An
elephant
freaks
out
and
trumpets.
All
the animals immediately
around them cough and collapse, followed by the
ones a little farther
away
—
wildebeests,giraffes,
and rhinos.}
Zebra1:
Oh, look.
The rhinos are bowing.
Zebra2:
Ooh, we'd
better bow, too.
{The
zebras bow, followed by the antelope in front of
them, then more
wildebeests,
elephants,
and
the
whole
rest
of
the
gathered
crowd,
all
laid
out
in
splendid
array
as
seen
from
the
perspective
of
Mufasa,
Rafiki,
and
Zazu at the tip of the
promontory.}
Zazu:
Look, sire, how they kneel before the
royal son.
{Timon and Pumbaa stand at
the epicenter of what looks like a nuclear
blast; a slight hissing sound is heard,
as well as groans and coughs. We
see
that
the
hissing
is
Timon's
hair
on
fire,
fizzling
down
to
his
scalp.}
Timon:
{goes
suddenly from aghast to thrilled}
So, I guess that's
your
special power, huh? What a weapon!
Pumbaa:
Uh, you
mean, you don't mind?
Timon:
Ha ha! Are you kidding? It was a gas!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Pumbaa:
{his spirits rising a
little}
Well, I don't like to toot my
own
horn...
Timon:
Yeah,
that's probably for the best.
{Pause
for a beat.}
Let's
go,
Pumbaa!
Pumbaa:
Lead the way!
{Timon
and
Pumbaa
wind
their
way
through
the
prostrate
animals
as
the
beams
of sunlight fall on Simba high atop the
promontory above them. Dissolve
to the
piled rocks that mark Timon's new dream-home
spot.}
Timon:
This is
it, buddy-boy. Home sweet home! And I don't gotta
share
it with anybody. Ha ha ha!
Pumbaa:
Don't you
get, you know, lonely out here?
Timon:
Lonely?
Try commitment-free.
{ties up a hammock
and lies down}
The elbow-to-
elbow life reminds me a little too much of home.
This place has everything. Cool
refreshments
{Pumbaa hands him
a massive bowl of slush}
,
cozy little hammock, a lovely water
feature
—
and it's
all mine.
Pumbaa:
Oh.
{takes in the fact that
he's not being factored in; tries
to
handle
it
bravely}
Well...
it's
really
coming
together,
Timon,
so, uh, so I guess
I'll just be going.
{walks off
slowly}
Timon:
Wait a minute, now wait-wa-wait.
There's no
law
that says you
have
to go. I mean, if you
want
—
Pumbaa:
{zipping
back immediately}
Ooh, great! I already
made up two
beds!
{camera
shows
the
two
grass
beds,
one
much
bigger
than
the
other}
One
for you, and one for me.
Timon:
{yawns
luxuriantly}
Ohh!
Gee,
all
this
construction
work
has
me
bushed.
Think I'll turn in early.
{He crawls
over the smaller
bed and makes himself
comfortable in the larger, Pumbaa-sized
bed.}
Ahh! Yeah...
{Pumbaa
circles
around
twice,
then
somehow
stuffs
himself
into
the
smaller
bed. A leg pops out sideways, but he
gets comfortable anyway.}
Pumbaa:
Ahh...
Good night.
Timon:
Sleep tight.
Pumbaa:
Dream of
bedbugs tonight.
Timon:
Ahh.
{They fall
asleep. Dissolve to the exterior of the cave;
camera trucks
out slowly as the scene
gradually switches to daylight.}
Timon:
{narrating}
Home sweet home
indeed.
Timon's Dream
Home
{Pumbaa and Timon are both snoring as
daylight streams in. Timon is
awakened
gradually
by
the
muffled
sound
of
Just
Can't
Wait
to
Be
King
pounding in from
above.
Timon:
{waking
up,
groaning}
Uhh.
Unhh.
{He
gets
up,
fetches
a
long
stick,
and uses it to bang on the
ceiling.}
Hey, keep it down up there!
Pumbaa:
{waking
up}
We have neighbors? We should go say
hello.
Timon:
Noisy neighbours. There go the property
values.
{As they emerge
from the cave, they find themselves in the middle
of the
ostentatious
finale
of
the
song,
with
the
animals
forming
a
huge
pyramid
with Simba and Nala
at the top.}
Simba:
...Standing in the spotlight!
Chorus:
Let every
creature go for broke and sing
Let's
hear it in the herd and on the wing
It's gonna be king Simba's finest fling
Chorus:
Oh, I
just can't wait to be king!
Oh, I just
can't wait to be king!
Timon:
Oh,
perfect.
We
moved
to
the
theater
district!
Get
a
load
of
these
guys.
{He thwacks an
elephant with his stick}
Knock it off!
{The
elephant's
eyes
pop
wide
open,
and
he
loses
his
balance;
one
by
one,
all the rest of the
animals collapse on top of and around
him.}
Chorus:
Oh, I
just can't wait...
Pumbaa:
{snatching
Timon
out
of
the
way
of
the
impending
disaster}
Timon,
look out!
Chorus:
...To be king!
Timon:
Aah!
{The
pyramid
of
animals
collapses
on
top
of
the
cave
opening,
sealing
Timon
and Pumbaa
inside.
Simba:
I'm okay!
Timon:
Oy. Phew.
Show people.
{Wipe to
Timon riding Pumbaa to a new unspecified
location.
Timon:
Chin
up, Pumbaa!
{brushes a
branch aside}
Whoa!
Our
dream home's
around here somewhere.
Pumbaa:
You know,
Timon, I once came across a place that might be
just
what
you're
looking
for.
{Illustrations
from
TLK
1
accompany
the
descriptions}
Spectacular waterfalls, set in a lush tropical
oasis. A scrumptious array
of
—
Timon:
{interrupting}
Hey, hey,
hey. Forget it, Pumbaa. I'm a realist,
and
I'm
not
gonna
go
chasing
after
some
fantasy.
I'm
goin'
beyond
what
I see.
Pumbaa:
But if you always go beyond what you
see, how do you know when
you're there?
Timon:
{impatiently}
Oh,
I'll
tell
you
how
I
know.
We're
there!
{gestures
stubbornly at the
surroundings: the Elephant Graveyard}
This is
a lovely spot. Lovely. Rustic.
Picturesque. Home sweet home,
Pumbaa.
Mm-hmm. Home sweet ho
—
{A chunk of elephant skull that
he's leaning against gives way, and he
collapses inside}
—
Aah!
Whoop! Ah
ha ha ha! I
—
I mean, sure...
it needs a little work.
But
it's
got
good
bones.
Ha
ha
ha!
After
all...
this
is
an
elephant
graveyard. And who
would ever come to an elephant
graveyard? ...Aaaahh!
{A roar precedes the arrival of Mufasa,
leaping over the elephant tusk
where
Timon
and
Pumbaa
had
been,
before
diving
out
of
the
way
just
in
time.
As
Mufasa rushes off stage left, Zazu flies after
him, briefing him on
the situation we
all remember from TLK 1.}
Zazu:
Sire, the
hyenas are after the children!
{Pumbaa and Timon watch wide-eyed from
the sinus cavity of the elephant
skull,
as the shadows cast on them pantomime the scene of
Mufasa beating
up the
hyenas.}
Timon:
{whispering, à la
I see
carnivores...
{Wipe to
Timon on yet another search for the perfect home.
He's going
stir-crazy
by
now.
They're
moving
through
the
thermal-vent
area
where
Scar
lives.}
Timon:
{Nervous,
with
a
tenuous
grip
on
reality}
Beyond
what'cha
see...
beyond what'cha see... Ha ha ha ha ha!
Beyond what you see...
Pumbaa:
{hopefully}
Uh, Timon? Would
this be a bad time to bring up that
little place I told you about?
Timon:
{throws
himself
down
on
a
steam
vent}
Hey!
This
is
home
sweet
home,
baby!
Home
—
{The steam vent erupts, sending Timon
into the air}
Aaaah! Ow! Ha
ha!
{on the verge of
cracking}
Steam! Ha ha! Steam
is
good.
Steam
is
—
is
—
is
water.
Whoo!
Gotta
have
water.
You
know,
for
the dream
home. Steam home,
dream home! Steam,
steam,
steam.
{Gets a hold of himself, affects
a British accent briefly}
I am
perfectly happy r-r-right here. It's
remote, private, no
unexpected
visitors...
{A green light
suddenly floods the area, and
Goose-
stepping hyenas march past them, casting shadows
on the wall.}
Timon:
Somethin'
tells me this ain't the traveling company of
{They pause for a beat, then
hop to their feet and
{Wipe to yet another
searching scene.}
Timon:
{snidely}
Beyond what you
see... beyond what you
—
turns toward
the
camera,
shudders}
Uhh-h.
Hey,
how
am
I
supposed
to
look
beyond
what I see, beyond
that
? {Camera reveals he's
looking straight
at Pumbaa's butt}
Pumbaa:
Huh? Oh,
sorry.
{Pumbaa moves aside
to reveal the Gorge in all its splendor. We can
all
see what's coming...}
Timon:
{trudging along the parched floor of
the Gorge}
What this place
lacks in water and shade, it makes up
for with searing heat and
blinding
sunshine. Home sweet home, Pumbaa!
{whimpers a little
with
desperation, just as the ground begins to
rumble}
{Birds
flock
into
the
air
from
the
gorge's
rim;
wildebeests
begin
to
pour
over
the
edge
and
down
into
the
valley
floor.
They
rapidly
approach
Timon
and Pumbaa in a massive
stampede.}
Pumbaa:
{affecting
a
gracious,
leisurely
air}
Shall
we
run
for
our
lives?
Timon:
{affecting
the same air}
Oh, yes, let's.
{They both scream and take
off running in front of the huge herd of
wildebeests. They end up on top of one
wildebeest's head, then they see
the
herd separate before them to reveal a cliff's
edge.}
Pumbaa:
Hang on,
Timon!
Timon:
This is it! Good-bye, cruel world!
{The wildebeest screeches
to a halt at the edge of the cliff, pitching
Pumbaa
and
Timon
off
in
slow
motion,
screaming.
After
a
few
midair
tumbles,
they
land
lightly
in
a
slow-moving
river.
Timon
stands
on
Pumbaa's
belly.}
Timon:
That's
it?
{scoffs}
Pbbb.
That
wasn't
so
bad.
You
can't
knock
old
Timon
down
that
easy!
Yeah.
Bring
it
on!
{He
notices
an
increasing
roar of rushing water, and sees that
they're approaching the top
of a
waterfall}
Uh... Pumbaa? Question: is
it possible to fall
off the edge of the
Earth?
Pumbaa:
Uh, technically, no. The Earth is round
like a sphere, Timon, so
it doesn't
actually
have
an edge.
{The
camera
pulls
back
once,
twice,
three
times
to
reveal
an
absurdly
high
waterfall.
Timon
and
Pumbaa
both
scream
as
they
hurtle
over
the
edge.
Right
in
the middle of the fall, Pumbaa pauses the movie;
back to the
silhouettes.}
Pumbaa:
You mind if I pause it for a second?
Timon:
Sure, go
ahead.
Pumbaa:
Be
right back!
{Timon cracks
his neck one way and then the other, grunting. As
Pumbaa
clatters off-screen, Timon
scratches in his ear, sniffs, hums
Small World After All
of a
popcorn popper comes to a stop, Timon pulls out a
big booger, which
squishes
between
his
fingertips.
He
gasps
as
he
realizes
Pumbaa
is
coming
back.
He frantically looks for a tissue; seeing none, he
tries to shake
it off his hand, then to
flick it off. Finally he wipes it on the seat
just as Pumbaa returns, with a huge bag
of bugs.}
Pumbaa:
Okay, I
got the jumbo so we could share.
{He
pauses for a beat,
as
he
realizes
Timon
is
just
sitting
there
stock-
still.}
...Were
you just picking your nose?
Timon:
{indignantly}
Nooo, I had an
itch on the inside!
{He grabs some
bugs and chows down, then clicks the
remote. The movie resumes,
with Timon
and Pumbaa plummeting down the waterfall and
screaming.}
Timon:
Aaaaaaah!
Pumbaa:
Aaaaaaah!
{Dissolve
to
nighttime
at
the
water's
edge.
Pumbaa
emerges
from
the
water,
gasping
and
wheezing;
Timon
is
clutching
Pumbaa's
tail
and
being
dragged
to
safety,
but
otherwise
limp.
Pumbaa
collapses
and
coughs
up
some
water.
Timon
comes to and groans. Pumbaa turns to face him;
Timon is lying on
the
beach
clutching
a
lily
in
a
classic
death
pose.
Mournful
violin
music
plays.}
Pumbaa:
Timon, you okay?
Timon:
{At the
end of his rope}
Uhh. I give up!
Pumbaa:
But...
but you can't give up! We still haven't found our
dream
home.
Timon:
Forget it,
Pumbaa. I've been dragging you down long enough.
I'm
goin' home... and I suggest you do
the same.
Pumbaa:
Oh, I
—
I would if
I could, but I can't.
Timon:
Oh, sure you can, buddy. I won't stop
you.
Pumbaa:
No,
I mean... I don't have a home.
Timon:
You
don't?
What
happened
—
are
you
lost?
{Pumbaa
shakes
his
head,
his snout flapping side to
side}
No place good enough for ya?
{Pumbaa shakes again}
What,
you're all alone in this big empty
world?
{Pumbaa
turns to face Timon, with huge dewy
eyes.}
Timon:
Oh.
{gets up}
...Truth is... I'm
all alone too.
{takes Pumbaa's
foreleg}
Pumbaa, you're the
only friend I've ever had.
Pumbaa:
{brightening}
Y-you mean...
Timon:
Yeah,
Pumbaa... and friends stick together to the end.
{The two gaze at each
other, sniffling. Timon's reflection appears in
Pumbaa's eyes as the music swells.
Suddenly the movie pauses (the music
winds
down
like
on
a
record
player)
and
switches
back
to
the
theater
seats,
where Timon is
hunched over and sobbing.}
Pumbaa:
{shocked}
Timon? Are you
crying?
Timon:
{sobbing}
I'm fine!
I
—
I just have something in
my eye.
Pumbaa:
{holding out a hanky}
Here,
blow.
Timon:
Ohh.
{blows his nose; hands the hanky
back}
Here, Pumbaa.
Pumbaa:
{sarcastically}
Gee, thanks.
Timon:
{getting a
hold of himself}
Okay. I'm better.
{Timon
resumes
the
movie.
The
music
spins
slowly
back
up.
Dissolve
to
the
two
of
them
asleep
on
the
beach;
gradually
the
scene
changes
to
daylight.
Timon wakes up and
stretches.}
Hakuna Matata
Timon:
{cracking
his back}
Uhh!
{stretching}
Uhh! Ooh! Aw,
well. It's
too bad we never found that
perfect place. Why'd we ever listen
to
that stupid monkey?
Pumbaa:
{waking up, gasping}
I think
maybe you're giving up too soon,
Timon.
Timon:
{sneering}
Beyond
what
you
see...
{Pumbaa
grabs
his
head
and
spins
it around to face what he
sees}
Huh?
Pumbaa:
{triumphantly}
Remember that
place I told you about?
{The
camera
rotates
to
show
a
gorgeous
jungle
panorama:
waterfalls,
woods,
distant mountains,
lush lakes and rivers.}
Timon:
Forget
about
your
place. Get a load
of what
I
found! Talk about
{Samba music
plays}
Pumbaa, this is our
dream
home!
{pulling
aside
vines
to
demonstrate}
Dramatic
views!
{Pulling vines taut for Pumbaa to swing
in them}
Your very own
porch
swing!
{The
two
of
them
relaxing
in
a
pool
which
is
bubbling
merrily}
Hot tub and spa!
{pulling open a tree to reveal dozens
of bugs} Well-stocked cupboard!
{Pumbaa slurps up all the
bugs.}
Pumbaa:
{mouth
full}
Let's celebrate!
Timon:
{relaxing
on a vine stretched across the water}
The monkey was
right. We found it: the
perfect life.
{dives into the
water}
Pumbaa:
{wearing
a
chef's
hat
of
leaves;
stacking bugs
on
a
skewer}
I'll
just whip up a little
something.
Timon:
{drying off with a leaf}
He
had the perfect name for it, too.
Pumbaa:
{tossing
bugs in a large leaf-bowl}
Come and get
it!
Timon
Such
a
wonderful
phrase.
It
had
this
rhythm:
{trying
to
remember}
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