Original subtitles

♪ 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 ♪

Say, there wasn't a wall here a minute ago.

- Yike! - That's because I'm not a wall, matey.

I'm a whale. A beached whale to be exact.

And if I do not return to the ocean depths promptly,

I'll surely not survive.

Not survive? Ooh, that could be bad.

I'd better get my pal, Timon.

His brain's so full of brains, he'll know exactly what to do.

- Don't move. - I fear there's no time, matey.

With that noon sun up there,

I'd be but a fish stick by the time you returned.

Well, then...

I'll just have to help you all by myself.

Aah.

Yay!

Wow!

Thank you much, Pumbaa.

How do you know my name?

I am no ordinary whale, matey.

An enchanted three-wish, wishing whale am I.

And in exchange for your kind act,

I will grant you three wishes.

Wow. Cool.

So... what does you wish for?

Gee, well...

I don't really want any wishes.

That's a first.

Well, very well then.

But If you change your mind,

return to this place and call out my name.

Great. What's your name?

Lester.

Wow! Wait till I tell Timon.

Whoa, whoa, whoa... wait a minute.

Let me get this straight here, Pumbaa.

You met Lester, an enchanted three-wish, wishing whale?

- Yep. - And you didn't even wish for anything?

But I'm perfectly happy with what I have,

which is pretty much nothing.

Besides, wishes can be dangerous,

Remember?

Crud.

Pumbaa, that was a magic lamp.

This is a magic whale.

They're two completely different magic things.

Now, I want you to march right back out there

and wish for something big and expensive.

Lester, Lester, the magic fish.

Hear my call and grant my wish.

Have you thought of one yet?

Not exactly. But my bestest, best pal, Timon,

said I should wish for something big and expensive.

It is done.

Timon.

Up here.

This is definitely big and expensive.

Yeah. And completely useless.

But we've learned a valuable lesson here.

That they should've put an elevator in this thing?

No.

We've learned we need to be more specific with our wishes.

So, what should we wish for now?

What we should wish for and we're being very specific, mind you,

is that I were a king.

K-i-n-g, King.

Now go back and ask Lester for that.

Yes, Pumbaa.

Me and my bestest, best pal, Timon, have thought of another wish.

And what might that second wish be?

We wish that Timon were a king. K-i-n-g, king.

It is d-o-n-e, done.

Timon.

Up here.

Well, I'm a king, Pumbaa.

King Kong.

Gee, Timon,

I guess we weren't perfectly clear enough

on exactly, specifically what we wanted.

Therefore, we're going to be extra carefully specific on our third wish.

Now listen carefully because we have to get it just right.

I'm listening and ready to hear our third wish.

What we wish for is

that I were a king of the regular-sized variety

and this means specifically that I live in a large, stony castle,

like from the middle ages, with an impenetrable security system

and a ferocious fire-breathing monster with claws and wings that I can defeat.

Now can you remember all that?

I think so.

Good.

Now go ask Lester for it. Chop-chop.

What do you wish for now, Pumbaa?

Timon and I wish that he were a king of the regular-sized variety

and that means specifically that he lives in a large, stony castle,

like from the middle ages,

with an impenetrable security system

and a ferocious fire-breathing monster

with claws and wings

that he can't defeat.

That's it?

Yep, that's it.

It is done.

Cool.

And that, Pumbaa, my friend,

is your third and final wish.

And thanks to you, the curse on me is now lifted.

Thank you, Pumbaa.

Goodbye, Lester!

Timon!

Up here!

It's perfect! We did it!

Come in, Pumbaa.

Come in.

Isn't this a great castle? Just like we always wanted.

And check this out!

And all you have to do to turn it off is this.

What's happening?

We got the castle, just like you wished for

and we got the impenetrable security system,

just like you wished for...

that must be the ferocious,

fire-breathing monster with claws and wings!

Buk, Buk!

Just like you wished for.

But it's a chicken!

I meant a dragon-like monster, Pumbaa.

Now, I want you to go right back out there

and tell Lester that I want a dragon to defeat,

not a chicken!

But Lester's gone!

After I asked for the third wish,

he turned into a princess and ran off.

Typical.

Buk, Buk!

Well! It may not be a dragon, Pumbaa,

but it'll have to do!

Now! Step back and observe as I defeat

a fire-breathing chicken!

Alright, chicken!

Do you want it in the wing or the leg?

Buk!

Buk!

Buk!

Aah!

- Yeooww! - Yeooww!

I just don't get it, Pumbaa.

I mean, no matter what I do, I just can't defeat that chicken.

Just like you wished for!

You specifically wished

for a fire-breathing monster You can't defeat!

Can't defeat?

No! I said can defeat!

Can defeat! Not can't defeat!

Why in the world would I wish for a fire-breathing

anything that I can't defeat?

I'm sorry, Timon!

It was just so much for my brain to specifically remember.

Buk buk buk!

Timon!

That was a bad thing!

It's not working!

The windows aren't opening and the big door thing's not going up.

That means we're stuck in here...

stuck in here with an impenetrable security system

and a fire-breathing chicken we can't defeat!

I specifically told you, wishes could be dangerous,

but you didn't listen!

Yikes!

Buk Buk!

Buk!

Buk!

Buk!

Buk!

I don't think those were very good places to hide, Timon.

I just wish the chicken would go away!

Wish! Pumbaa, that's it.

Now, If we make it to the stairs, then we can make it to the roof.

And...

What are we gonna do once we make it to the roof?

Trust me!

I've got a specific plan.

Buk! Buk!

Now what do we do, Timon?

What was your specific plan?

Hello, hello, Mr. Magic Fish!

Hear my call and grant my wish.

I wish, specifically, that the fire-breathing chicken would disappear.

Another dud.

Timon and hurry!

I don't know how much longer it'll hold.

Don't worry, Pumbaa!

There's gotta be another one out there!

I mean, Lester can't be the only wishing fish in the sea.

Ha ha!

That's a good joke there, Timon.

Ha! I got a million of 'em!

Hey, how's this? There's a mom, a gazelle and a farmer's daughter...

and they're all in a lifeboat on Lake Erie.

Timon, what are you doing?

Why I'm just helping out my new insect pal.

The name's Woody Woodeater the third.

Nice to meet you, Woody.

Timon does "insect" mean the same thing as "bug?"

Yes...

I'm confused.

Excuse me for a moment.

I need to de-confuse my other friend.

Alright, Pumbaa!

Before I tell you what I'm going to tell you,

I want you to swear your very best secret-keeping oath.

Boy! A secret!

I, Pumbaa, Timon's friend, do right here officially vow

that what's about to be told to my ears

won't ever be said by my mouth. The end.

Good. Now, here's the secret...

Mr. Woodeater is the king termite of his termite mound and he's very lost

i.e. he can't find his way home!

So I told him...

I told him I'd help him find his way back

to his thousands of loyal termite subjects!

That seems like a nice thing to do, not a secret.

Well, get ready for the secret, Pumbaa...

we're gonna eat all the termites when we get there!

I'm a genius!

And so our rascally duo

set out to help the lost termite find his way home.

Together they braved the elements...

freezing snow...

pouring rain...

and scorching desert heat.

Some weather we're having.

Timon, Pumbaa, I just want to say

I really, really appreciate everything you do for me

and when we find my termite mound,

I'm gonna declare this "Timon and Pumbaa Day"

and award both of y'all with a medal of honor.

Yeah, great, thanks, whatever

and gettin' you home should be a breeze now.

We've already overcome snow, rain, heat, wind...

Wind! But, Timon, we didn't overcome any wind!

Whoa... Help me, fellas!

Aaahhhh...

Thank you!

Yaaahhhh!

I've never seen seen a meerkatfish before.

Very funny.

You like that?

All joking aside,

I'd just like to thank you fellas

for sticking your necks out like that for me.

That was a brave thing to do.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Bravery means a lot to my people!

Why there's only one thing more important than that.

What's that?

Honesty!

Well, come on, then!

We can't be too far from that giant termite feast.

I think we're gettin' close!

Just keep an eye out for a big ol' termite mound!

Don't waste your leg power, your highness. I'll scout the area for you.

Psst... hey, Pumbaa!

Can you keep a secret?

Well... yes.

Well, I think the onlyest reason

your friend, Timon, wants to help me

is 'cause he wants to eat my fellow termites!

But I feel guilty suspecting him, so don't say anything, okay?

Kaaayyy!

It's straight ahead... the towering pile of caked mud,

chock full of termites. It looks absolutely delicious!

Delightful.

Your highness!

It's his highness!

He has returned!

Long live the king!

You're home!

Well, you can thank Timon and Pumbaa.

These brave fellas risked life and limb

to get me home safe and sound.

Thank you, Timon.

Yeah, well, you're welcome already.

Thank you, Pumbaa.

I... can't take it anymore!

I'm not brave!

I'm a coward!

A big, not brave coward!

And I can't even keep a secret!

And the guilt! The guilt!

It's eating me up inside!

I've gotta come clean!

Now, what secret would Pumbaa be referring to...

Timon?

A secret?

Tell them the truth and walk away with a clean conscience.

Walk away from the smorgasbord of your life? No way.

Think of Pumbaa...

What's going to happen when he wakes up to find

you've eaten all of his termite friends?

Who cares what Pumbaa thinks?

Timon cares what Pumbaa thinks.

No, he doesn't.

Yes, he does.

No, he doesn't!

Yes, he does!

What are you doing here?

You should be on Pumbaa's shoulder, you mook!

He's out like a light. He won't notice!

Yes, he will!

No, he won't!

- Yeah? - Yeah...

Can't we be civilized about this?

Your halo's on crooked!

Who smells?

Get him!

I can't take it anymore!

I confess, I confess.

We are bug eaters!

The only reason we helped you get home

was so we could eat you and all of your plump, juicy subjects.

There, I said it! I'm purged!

Stop the insanity!

Yeaaahhhhh!

Well, it takes a right honorable meerkat to fess up like that, Timon.

In fact, since you two did have your hearts set on eating your fill

and you did come clean in the end...

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna rustle you up a home-cooked, all-you-can-eat, mouth-watering feast!