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 ♪

My!

These animals are absolutely defenseless.

They're in danger. As a matter of fact, they're endangered species.

But I'm here to help.

What do you mean, we're endangered species?

We're not endangered species. We're Timon and Pumbaa, ya mook!

Well, I've never heard of you.

And if I've never heard of you, you must be rare.

And if you're rare, you must be endangered.

And if you're endangered, then I'm here to help.

I'll keep you safe behind the electrified fence

of this beautiful animal sanctuary.

Safe! Yay!

What do you mean "yay?" We're trapped in here.

And who, exactly, are you?

Wh-wh-who am I?

I am Mr. Happy.

And do you know why I'm so happy? Small boy?

Because I'm an environmentally aware biologist.

That's fancy talk for "ecology's happy helper."

Well, I've never heard of you.

And if I've never heard of you, you must be rare.

And If you're rare, you must be endangered,

so you'd better get to some sort of biologist sanctuary... and fast.

Gracious me, you're right!

I'm practically e-e-extinct!

What a mook.

Come on, Pumbaa. Let's get outta here.

Okay. Gun it!

Ouch.

Boy, Timon, you must have the biggest brain in the world.

The universe. Contact!

Peddle, Pumbaa! Peddle as fast as you can, my bacon buddy!

Timon, I don't think we're gonna make it!

Just keep peddling!

Ouch.

Come in, Houston! Houston, we have a problem!

We're gonna die!

Nonsense. The emergency parachute will save us.

Any second now, that parachute's gonna open.

Any second... now.

Whoosh. We'll be saved any second.

Ouch.

Timon, I'm beginning to think

that maybe my first impression was correct.

I like being safe behind a giant, electrified fence.

I think maybe we should stay.

You're delirious. I mean, how can you possibly feel safe here?

We can't go anywhere we want or do what we want or nothing!

I hate it with all my guts!

And don't look now, Pumbaa,

but my guts are about to hate it some more!

Why, you biscuit-eater!

I didn't find one biologist sanctuary.

And do you know why, Buster Brown?

'Cause, darn it, there aren't any.

Well, Duh-looey, you big doofus. No duh!

I just wanted to get rid of you! Er, I mean, that's too bad, pal.

Boo-hoo-hoo!

Why are you guys so mean to Mr. Happy?

I just want to be ecology's happy helper.

And I wanna help you boys.

Stop, stop that quivering lip there, Pumbaa.

There's no way we're staying, no matter what he says.

Forget it. End of story.

But wait! But wait! But wait! I went and built tennis courts,

an ice-skating rink, a swimming pool, a full-service health spa,

and a smörgåsbord of gourmet insects,

freeze-dried and flown in daily from Copenhagen.

Copenhagen?

Timon, he's right!

All that stuff is right over there.

If we'd only turned our heads earlier, we would've seen it.

- Timon? - Hallelujah!

Boy, Pumbaa, you were right about staying here.

I mean, this place has got everything. Just look at this path.

It's well-manicured, it's got relaxing, piped-in music.

It's even got Yanni. And best of all, you don't even have to hunt for bugs.

You just...

And presto! A tasty morsel of insectitude

appears at your fingertips.

Did someone call for buggage cart?

See?

Timon, I don't like freeze-dried gourmet bugs from Copenhagen.

I want plain, old, on-the-ground bugs from Jersey.

No problem, pal. There's bound to be

some Jersey ground bugs hidden around here somewhere.

No, no. Only freeze-dried, cowboy.

I tried.

And this path isn't any great shakes either, Timon.

Out in the real world, the paths just go on and on

and on and on and on and on and on...

- Kind of like you? - And on...

But look. Blah!

Fence! We can't go any further.

We're trapped. Trapped like...

animals.

I am not...

an animal.

Pumbaa, we are animals.

And so what if we're trapped?

We'll never run out of things to do. Look.

It's " The Neverending Book of Things To Do at the Animal Sanctuary."

It's chock-full of downright fun-ness.

I wanna leave right now!

And I wanna stay.

Well, I wanna leave times infinity.

And I wanna stay times infinity, plus one.

I wanna leave times infinity, plus... two!

Pumbaa, there's no such number.

And we're staying until I've done everything

in " The Neverending Book of Things To Do" and that's final.

Well, now I've done everything.

Not only have I done everything, I've done everything 500 times.

I'm sick of doing everything. I wanna go back to doing nothing.

For crying out loud, let's get outta here already!

Yay! And I've got a great plan for getting us out of here too.

Really? You? A great plan?

Yeah, Timon. It's a really, really great, great plan.

I've been working on it for 28 years and it's really great.

Well, what is it?

We tunnel out.

That's it? We tunnel out?

28 years and you come up with "we tunnel out?"

Why, that's the most ridiculous...

Hey, I know. We could tunnel out.

What about Mr. Happy? He'll try to stop us.

Wait. Mr. Happy will try to stop us.

Ooh. Maybe we could cleverly distract him.

That won't work. What we really need is some clever way to distract him.

Great! And then we'll dig our way out while he's busy.

And then we'll dig our way out while he's busy.

Funkytown, here we come!

Yay! My buddy Timon is the smartest meerkat ever!

Voi-la!

I don't understand what it's supposed to be, Timon.

Wow! A perfect likeness.

Dear. My. dear. My, my.

Dear. My, my. deer. Elk. Moose. Bear. Deer.

WHAT'S going on outside?

Dear, my! Those foolish animals!

They'll endanger their lives If they leave the sanctuarius.

Come, happy dog. We'll save them from danger.

Even if it kills them.

Stop, you foolish animals!

I'm here to help!

Yay! Mr. Happy ran right out that great, big gaping hole in the fence,

as did all the other animals.

Great. Everything's going exactly as planned.

Now we dig.

Aahh!

Boy, I thought we'd never get out of there.

You said it, pal. What a relief.

Gee, I wonder whatever happened to Mr. Happy.

That mook? Who cares?

Hello.

Wait! Wait! Don't you remember me?

I'm Mr. Hap... hap-hap-hap-happy, Ecology's happy helper.

I'm here to help. I thought we established that.

Come, happy dog.

I guess I forgot to check my calendar.

Is it scare the hairs off the meerkat day?

We were just having some fun.

Yeah, Well, do you mind pointing those things in another direction?

You're gonna poke somebody's eyes out over here.

Whatever you say, Timon.

Well, when's he ever gonna act his age?

Ai-yi!

Hey, Pumbaa, take a look at this.

What is it, Timon? Ooh.

Looks like some weird kind of shrub.

That's no shrub, Pumbaa.

That's what your insides look like without your outsides on them.

But what are these insides doing without their outsides?

Haven't you heard? There's a predator on the loose.

None of us are safe.

Maybe you aren't, but we are.

Yeah. We've got him on our side.

Yes, a lion.

A lion?

What's wrong with you two? Have you got bugs for brains?

He must be the guy who ate that guy.

Your friend... he must be the predator.

- Simba? - You've got to get away from him,

or I assure you, he will eat you in your sleep.

He will, I tell you! He will!

Simba? Eat us in our sleep?

He's the one with bugs for brains.

Grubs, grubs, grubs, grubs, grubs, grubs.

Grubs, grubs, grubs, grubs...

Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat.

Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat.

Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat.

- Timon! - Shhhh!

Pumbaa, I haven't slept a wink.

That little monkey thing was right.

Simba is the meat-eating predator on the loose.

But, Timon, Simba eats bugs, not meat.

Come on, Pumbaa. Look at him.

He didn't get that big eating ladybugs and butterflies.

I bet he's been sneaking some antelopes on the side.

But I'm big and I only eat bugs.

That's genetic. You were born big-boned.

This is true. But I still say he eats bugs,

just bugs and I mean only bugs!

Well, then, there's only one way we can find out.

- Ask him? - No.

Look through his personal belongings without him knowing.

And that means we gotta get him outta here.

Hey, guys.

Hi, Simba. Hey, did you hear?

There's a free pancake breakfast down by the watering hole.

A pancake breakfast? In the jungle?

But you better hurry, 'cause, well, they're running out of maple syrup.

Well, okay.

That's not very nice, Timon.

We can't just lie to Simba and invade his privacy.

He's our friend. We should trust him.

Hey, I trust Simba.

It's just the carnivorous urges innate to his species that I don't trust.

Well, I trust him and that's that.

Yeah? Then what's this?

Well, that's a bowl, Timon.

A commonplace multipurpose hemispherical container.

And it's just my size!

Perfect for baking a meerkat meatloaf.

And look at this!

An oven mitt, so he can safely handle a piping-hot meerkat meatloaf.

- Timon... - Aahh!

And look at this, Pumbaa.

An oven timer so he doesn't burn the meerkat meatloaf.

Now do you see the ugly truth, Pumbaa?

No, But I see Simba.

Hey! Hurry! Put everything back! Put it back!

Timon, I didn't see any free pancake breakfast down by the watering hole.

Well, you know, Simba, once the maple syrup runs out,

those things are pretty much over.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were just trying to get rid of me

So you could, um... look through my stuff?

Simba, please. We're your friends and you should trust us.

I bet he's craving a big bowl of meerkat meatloaf right now,

with a side of Pumbaa fries.

I bet he's wondering why we're acting so weird.

Pumbaa, when are you gonna realize Simba's the predator?

Do I have to prove it with some sort of

"How To Tell If Your Lion Friend Is Craving Meat And Might Eat You Test?"

"The How To Tell If Your Lion Friend Is Craving Meat

And Might Eat You Test Kit!"

Test number one. Does your lion friend have a nose for meat?"

Do you guys smell something?

I smell meat.

I mean, I don't smell meat.

Well, I do.

"Test number two

Does your lion friend have a preference for meat?"

And now we just wait for a big pop

and see what Simba prefers.

What do you see?

"Test number three, does your lion friend think about meat all the time?"

Alright, Simba. Tell me what you see.

A T-bone steak.

A turkey leg.

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

It's clearly Beef Wellington with country gravy and a side of meat.

Well, okay.

Timon, what is going on?

Come on. What are you guys up to?

What?

Skinny, little, "No meat on my bones" me?

I'm not up to anything.

Hey, big, plump, succulent, juicy Pumbaa?

You're not up to anything, are you?

- Me? No. - Right.

Now, then, we just enter the test data into the carn-o-matic crave-o-meter,

and it will tell us exactly what Simba craves.

Warning! Warning!

Predator! Predator!

Craves meat! Craves meat! I'm outta here!

There! What other proof do you need, Pumbaa?

Simba craves meat.

But, Even if Simba craves meat, there's no way he'd ever eat us.

I wouldn't hang around to find out if I were you.

You know that lion is getting hungrier and hungrier

for some meerkat meatloaf.

That's what I was saying!

Or a little warthog ratatouille.

What do we do?

Don't worry. I will take care of you.

I know a place where we'll all be safe.

Well, come on, Pumbaa. Let's go.

Gee, I don't know, Timon.

Well, it's a good thing I do or we'd end up being eaten alive.

Come on.

Looks like we made a clean getaway.

Yes, a very clean getaway.

This is safe?

Yes. Safe as a bug in a rug.

- Speaking of bugs, I'm starved. - So am I.

Yes. So am I.

So, what's for lunch?

You!

Run, Pumbaa!

I've been trying to get you away from Simba for months!

You big, juicy, fat warthog!

And you, lean, tender, little meerkat.

This doesn't look good, Timon!

Well, This would never have happened

if you hadn't rescued a carnivorous meat-eating lion, my friend.

"Can we keep him, Timon?

He's so cute and little and all alone."

You said he'd be on our side.

You said it! You said it!

I am on your side.

Well, that predator learned his lesson.

I hope he's not the only one.

What? I didn't really think you were gonna eat us.

Come on, Timon.

You wouldn't be lyin' to a lion now, would ya?

That's a good one, Simba!

You like that?

Carnivores. Oy!