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♪ Hakuna Matata ♪

♪ What a wonderful phrase ♪

♪ Hakuna Matata ♪

♪ Ain't no passing craze ♪

♪ It means no worries ♪

♪ For the rest of your days ♪

♪ It's our problem-free ♪

♪ Philosophy ♪

♪ Hakuna Matata ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ Hakuna Matata! ♪

♪ Timon and Pumbaa! ♪

♪ Hakuna Matata! ♪

♪ It means no worries ♪

♪ For the rest of your days ♪

♪ It's our problem-free ♪

♪ Philosophy ♪

♪ Hakuna Matata ♪

♪ Timon and Pumbaa ♪

Pumbaa, no matter how hard I try,

this door refuses to open.

Have you tried pulling it?

Alright, Pumbaa,

we've got to find us some breakfast fast. I'm so hungry, I could eat a horsefly!

Well, maybe half a horsefly.

Maybe we should split up so we can cover more ground.

Say, I know Pumbaa, we'll split up so we can cover more ground.

You go that way, I'll go this way.

- Let's find ourselves some frozen food! - Yeah!

♪ Dashing through the snow ♪

♪ In a one horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Over the hills we go ♪

♪ Laughing all the way ♪

Say, would you look at this!

Bugsical!

No sign of Timon.

Guess I'll go ahead and eat my half now.

Bless you.

Thanks a lot! Now please, continue, really, gob me down!

End the misery! Such a lonely stick bug am I.

- Stink bug? - Well, that's right, you know?

Cast into the cold by me callous friends.

Being a stink bug really stinks, man.

Yes, I understand.

- You do? - Sure!

We're alike, you and me.

I sort of occasionally have a problem with my own stinkiness.

A kindred spirit.

Say, that's some cold you've got.

You stay here. Make yourself snug as a bug.

I'll get more wood for the fire.

Thank you! You're too kind. I do hope I can repay you someday.

Wake up then, stink. Wake up, you know, your hair is messed up.

Lads?

We've been looking high and low for you then and in between as well.

Yeah, we're sorry about everything we said in the heat of argument, you know.

But let's not bicker then, the band's just not the same without you.

Come on, stink, join the group.

Umm, why not? All is forgiven, lads. Let's go!

You know, we should try and come up with a name for our group then.

I've got one, how about "The Bugs?"

Well, shouldn't we be a tad more specific, lads?

I must have food! Food! Glorious food!

Sustenance!

I'm done with the bug, baby, he's all yours.

Breakfast!

Pumbaa, back so soon?

- Hey Timon! - Any luck finding some grub?

That is except for the one bug. Have you met him yet?

- Met who? - My new pal! He's right there.

Say, where did he go?

Time out, time out! You're telling me,

there was a bug right here,

that was your pal?

Right! Have you seen him?

- Who? - The bug, the one we're talking about,

the one that was right there. Have you seen him?

Well, actually... um...

For heaven's sake, he's your best friend! Tell him the truth.

What bacon bits for brains there don't know won't hurt him. Lie!

Well, Timon, have you seen my bug pal or haven't you?

No.

Well, it should be easy enough to spot him!

Or at least smell him.

Smell him? Why is that?

He's a stink bug!

Pumbaa, Pumbaa... where are you?

All rise, court is now in session.

The right honorable Judge Stink residing.

The defendant, Timon, is accused of lying to his best friend.

- I object! - Silence!

- Has the jury reached a verdict? - Guilty!

It's not true! I object!

Order in the court, call the next witness!

Appeal, cross examine, cross question, cross-stitch!

Alright! Alright! I admit it!

I admit it! I lied!

So sue me!

I've been decaffeinated!

Where is the rest of me?

Timon, you okay?

Don't ever do that again!

I had the most horrible nightmare, Pumbaa.

All these bugs! It must have been something I ate!

Or, rather, didn't eat. Didn't eat.

As long as you're okay, that's what's most important, right?

Pumbaa, look there's a little something I need to tell you.

I always want to hear what you have to say, Timon.

You're my very best friend!

Great! It's, um, about your stinky, little friend. The one you say was over there.

Yeah, stinky! What about him?

Well, it's like this...

a ferocious, grizzle bear broke into the cabin and kidnapped him.

Wow! We've got to go save him! He could still be alive! Come on, Timon!

Aye!

Pumbaa, this is like looking for a beetle in a haystack.

Maybe we should just forget it.

Forget it? No, Timon! We're going to keep searching.

Long and hard, night and day, leave no stone unturned. Come on!

No grizzle bear, no problem.

Pumbaa, over here. Over here!

What, Timon? Is the grizzle bear inside there?

Yes, that's right. Just inside. Now you wait here while I go in there

and rescue your bug friend.

What a pal!

Alright, you... ferocious grizzle bear, you.

Hand over the bug or you'll have me to contend with!

Alright, you asked for it!

Hey, Pumbaa! I'm really smashing and crashing that bad, old grizzle bear!

What a pal, what a pal, what a pal, what a pal!

Go Timon!

And that! And that!

Well, Pumbaa, I guess that takes care of that bad, old grizzle... bear.

Hey, Timon, what about the bug?

Give it the gas, Pumbaa!

No problem with me!

Good job, Pumbaa! Your wind took the wind out of his sails.

Thanks!

Pumbaa, I think we're in trouble.

Get out! You stink! We'll find us another drummer.

What are we going to do, Timon?

Taste good, I suppose.

I've got to help them! But how can I?

Say, look who it is!

- Who is it? - The bug!

What bug?

- My bug! - Your bug?

Bug pal! Thanks for saving us, pal!

Well, it's the least I could do.

But, if that's who I think it is, then... who did I...

What's wrong, Timon?

Pumbaa, I have a confession to make.

I thought I had eaten your friend

and when you asked me if I knew what happened to him...

I lied!

You mean you made everything up?

Everything! I'm sorry!

Will you ever forgive me?

Timon!

Apology accepted.

Thanks Pumbaa. Come on, let's get back to the cabin.

Say, if you two lads are really hungry,

I do have a few former beetle chums I can introduce you to.

Help!

Run, Pumbaa!

We're going to die, we're going to die!

Hey, here's a tip, big boy,

next time you go river rafting, bring your raft!

That was a close call!

What? That mook didn't have a chance!

Haven't you ever noticed, Pumbaa?

That while we are frequently chased, we are never eaten.

True!

Sometimes we cut it close, but we never actually get caught!

And why? Because we are charmed in a lucky, fortunate type way!

But our luck can't last forever, Timon.

What? You think somehow that big, old cat is going to make it back up the river,

slyly stalk us and pounce with a great, big roar?

No! Nice kitty!

Pumbaa, if you like my face, you better pick up the pace!

Where do I go?

We're going to die, we're going to die!

Excuse me a moment, I'm needed up in navigation.

Come in warthog, we've got unfriendly fangs bearing 1-5-9er.

Proceed ASAP To the nearest hollow tree. Over.

Warthog to meerkat, warthog to meerkat, affirmative, meerkat.

I got one in my sights, but I ain't gonna fit.

Timon, the hole is too small!

Warthog, you're breaking up, but in case you can still read me,

I think the hole is too small!

Are we still in one piece?

Head, body, tail, snout.

Snout? Snout! My snout is gone, Pumbaa!

Wait a minute! I don't have a snout!

Okay, we're fine.

But what if he's still out there?

Frankly, I can't see much of anything out here.

Boy, night sure falls fast in this neck of the woods.

I don't remember it being this dark!

Then again, I don't remember being surrounded by

ferocious teeth and healthy gums either!

So, if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say...

he's still there.

We're going to die, Timon! He's got us up a tree.

Correction, Pumbaa, old pal!

He's got us in a tree!

But if we go up the tree, we can jump onto any one

of about ten bajillion others!

And by the time we're finished traversing from branch to branch,

old fang boy out there will be just a memory!

I hope it works, Timon.

Confidence, Pumbaa.

All we gotta do is make like a tree and leaf! Ha!

Well, Pumbaa, it appears our plan has been cut short.

No, he chopped down all the trees

and now we're going to get chewed up like toothpicks!

What are we going to do?

Gee, I don't know Pumbaa, I'm stumped!

Man!

Anyway, it's simple. I'll just think of another plan.

We can assemble a subterranean armored vehicle,

capable of drilling beneath the earth's crust,

thereby transporting us away from the predator.

We'll launch a three-stage orbital space pod,

travel through the Earth's atmosphere,

then touch down on a spot, predetermined to be safe from all predators.

Nah!

- Call a tree surgeon? - Nah!

- Pretend we're invisible? - No!

Go to Funkytown?

- Make gelatin. - Nah!

- Sing songs? - No!

- Scream! - Nope!

- Cry! - No!

Belch.

Well, then, I have one last brilliant idea!

Really? What? Tell me!

Run!

What are you? A pig or a protractor?

You ran us right back to where we started!

But Timon, we were going to die!

So what are we supposed to do now?

Wait him out?

You're in no state to make decisions, Pumbaa. I say we just...

Wait him out.

But if we're stuck here in this tree, aren't we going to get hungry?

Hungry, Pumbaa? We're going to be starving!

Ravenous and hallucinating that we want to eat each other!

Unless, we keep busy.

I wonder if he's still out there.

Say, Pumbaa, you know what I was wondering?

What's that, Timon?

Could I have that apple in your mouth?

Apple? What apple?

The one that I'd like for dessert!

Dessert? But what's for dinner?

You!

Hold it right there, Timon.

We're pals, remember?

Now pull yourself together!

What?

Can't you take a little joke?

A joke? Along with a little steak?

Let me guess, a T-bone?

No, but Timon!

Wait a minute! Pumbaa, look what's become of us!

95 short years!

We're not only bored, we're smorgasbord.

Do you know what this means?

That our luck has finally run out?

No! It means we're gonna die!

Be brave, my porcine pal,

because after all, we started as friends

and we'll end as friends.

Good sir, we are prepared to meet our fate.

For proudly, we have lived.

And bravely we will die.

Just.

It's about time you guys came out of there.

Well, aren't you going to eat us?

I can't eat meat...

well, anymore...

It's the doctor's orders.

All I can eat is bran mush

and prune juice.

But that doesn't mean I still can't chase you!

Come back here, you guys!