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 ♪

Motor mouth, you're spitting on my neck.

Sorry.

Isn't this beautiful, Timon?

The Louisiana Bayou,

rich with culture and tradition.

And the tastiest bugs in the world.

Nothing, nothing, nothing!

Pumbaa, I'm starving over here.

Hakuna Matata, Timon!

All our problems will be solved

once we find the all-knowing Boudreaux.

- Boo who? - Boudreaux

He is a very wise soul who lives at the mouth of the Bayou.

And he's gonna teach us to be brave, wise and true.

Brave, wise and true? Ha!

I'd rather be fed, full and fat.

Turn us around. I need grub and I need it now.

But, Timon, if we prove ourselves brave, wise and true,

the all-knowing Boudreaux will reward us

with an endless supply of bugs.

Endless supply of bugs?

He keeps them covered in a big hollow stump

so they stay nice and juicy,

savoring in a rich blend of Cajun herbs and spices

and his own secret Creole sauce.

You know, I could use a little spit and polish

on my brave, wise and true-ishness.

Well, what are we waiting for, Pumbaa?

Forward ho!

This boo-hoo character won't just fall out of the sky, you know, Pumbaa.

Aahh!

Timon, I killed him!

I killed this poor, little, itty-bitty creature!

Pumbaa, do you know what this animal is?

- No. - Alive!

- It's playing possum. . Possum.

Exactly. Opossum.

And he's pretending to be dead in a not-alive sort of way,

so we won't, you know...

- Play charades with him? - No.

So we won't whack him, waste him, knock him off.

So we won't end his life.

We wouldn't do that.

Don't play dead, little possum.

We won't hurt you. We're your friends.

It's Greek to me.

Actually, it's Cajun French, a derision of traditional French

vocalized and colorized by the Arcadians of Canada

who migrated to Louisiana in the late 18th century.

Aha, Mr. Smarty-pants.

And how do you spell "Cat?"

X-X-Y, T.

I rest my case.

Hey, Timon, maybe our new possum friend

can lead us to the all-knowing Boudreaux.

This guy?

He couldn't find his you-know-what with a you-know-what.

If you know what I mean.

Really? He said if we give him a ride, he'll show us the way.

Lucky day.

You're so right. The Bayou is a beautiful place.

Have you lived here long?

So glad to be your afternoon's entertainment.

What do you say you and me itch-day the ossum-pay and et-gay outta here?

Oosh!

I said, "Let's ditch the possum and get outta here."

Eesh! You can understand his backwards jabber but not Pig Latin?

Ha! You're a pig, for crying out loud!

But we can't leave, Timon.

We haven't met the almighty Boudreaux,

who will teach us to be brave, wise and true.

That's why you're on this journey, right?

To become a better person?

Of course it is, Pumbaa.

But, you see, I'm hungry.

H-u-n-gry!

Now, what good is a brave meerkat

when he's a "dead from starvation" meerkat?

What good does brave-ishness do me, right here, right now?

A croco-gator! An allig-ile!

What do we do, what do we do, what do we do?

Timon, our possum friend fell in!

- Good. - Timon, you don't mean that!

Actually, Pumbaa, I do.

We should save him!

No. We should casually slip away

whilst the alligator is otherwise engaged.

But, Timon, that's not very brave.

- Come on! - Pumbaa... what?

Use your camera and the flash might blind him.

This is no time for taking pictures, Pumbaa.

But what if I were to use my camera?

The flash might blind him.

Back-paddle, full steam away!

He says either way will get us there.

Well, this one's a no-brainer. That-a-way.

I thought there was an old adage that says,

"The smart choice is taking the road less traveled."

How wrong you are, my stout and gaseous friend.

The saying goes, "When in doubt,

take the easy way out," which is that way.

See, it's bright and well lit and we don't have to get off the raft.

Hey, I know. I'll go my way, you go yours.

And when we meet up, we'll swap stories. How does that sound?

I'm all goose-pimply with anticipation.

Great. See ya. Wouldn't wanna be ya.

Fine. But when you get lost and scared and afraid, don't go crying to me.

You made your bed and it gathers no moss.

Ooh!

Help.

We made it! Look!

Timon, our possum friend

is the all-knowing Boudreaux.

Him?

What now?

He said we gotta prove ourselves to be true and pure of heart.

So we stick our heads in the Tree of Truth there

and if you're true and pure, nothing happens.

If not, it cuts off your head.

I'll go first.

See, Timon? Now it's your turn.

And I know it won't cut off your head

because you are as true as any friend could be.

Okay, I admit it.

I didn't wanna be brave, wise or true.

I just came along for the food.

Here. Let the tree swallow me up. I deserve it.

Perhaps I spoke too soon.

Don't you see what's happened?

Of course I do. This whole thing here was a ruse.

See, bo-bo here didn't teach us anything.

He just got a free ride up the Bayou.

Gee, Timon, I was thinking it was the trip that taught us.

I think he was teaching us all along

and we didn't even know it.

I think he's learning.

Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark. Bark.

Warning, baby.

Woof.

I know. I know. Another animal escaped from the lab.

We'll look for it tomorrow, happy dog.

Go back to sleep.

Danger drill! Danger drill!

Simba, ready to pounce!

Hey.

Simba, you are not ready to pounce!

Timon, that is not a predator.

It's a sack of potatoes.

It's a practice predator for our danger drill, Simba.

A self-preservation plan we rehearse, to ensure our continued good health,

by climbing up a tree to safety while you scare off

whatever it is that's trying to eat us!

No worries, Timon.

I'm confident I can handle any real predator.

Hakuna Matata.

"Hakuna Matata?" No worries?

Simba, our lives are the one thing we do worry about.

And with this weird, wild animal on the loose, we can't be too careful.

You don't need to worry.

After all, I am a lion, remember?

Yeah. You're a lion, alright.

You're always a-lyin' around!

But, Timon, Simba's our friend

and If he feels confident he can handle any predator,

then my brain believes him.

Well, my brain... the brain of the outfit...

says we've gotta whip this lion into shape!

Okay, Simba. First,

we'll practice your ability to sense danger approaching.

Just relax here and let your grown-up lion instincts do their stuff, okay?

Boy.

Okay, Pumbaa. Now make some noise. Not too much, not too little.

Just the right amount of noise, like a predator would make.

I am a predator.

I said, "I am a predator!"

Hey, Simba, I am a predator

sneaking up on you!

Who is this guy, Rip Van Stinkin' Winkle?

- Look! - And what are these?

Those are earplugs. And I always wear earplugs when I'm relaxing.

You know how loud it gets out here. It's like a jungle.

Listen. A fearsome roar comes in handy

when scaring away predators and in-laws.

Now, then, we've got Pumbaa here hooked up to the fear vocalizer.

You cut loose with your most frightful roar

and the fear vocalizer will tell us how scared Pumbaa is.

- Ready, Pumbaa? - I am ready.

Go!

I am not scared.

I am not scared.

I'm still not scared.

Well, he failed the roar test.

Does your brain still believe he can protect us?

What?

- What are those? - Simba's earplugs.

Okay, now then, last but not least, pouncing.

I am a predator unaware I'm about to be pounced upon.

Now, then, Simba,

you pounce on Pumbaa.

Simba, now, I don't wanna say you stink as a lion,

but you stink as a lion!

I mean, how are you going to protect us from this weird, escaped animal,

when you can't even pin the biggest, fattest, juiciest thing in the jungle?

- I mean, Pumbaa... - Aw, come on, Simba.

I'm sure your natural instincts would save us.

I don't know.

Maybe I really do stink as a lion.

Timon, could your big brain explain to me what's wrong here?

What's wrong here is we have a lion who lacks confidence.

- That's Simba. - That's right.

And two cowards who need predator protection.

That's us?

So, we need a solution that will... A:

re-instill confidence in said lion

and two: Restore our personal bodyguard.

Gee, there's only

one thing I can think of that would do all that.

And what's that?

If Simba actually saved us

from that weird, escaped animal that's on the loose.

What are the odds of that happening?

You're right.

And besides, we don't even know what the escaped animal looks like.

And neither does Simba.

Timon, where are we gonna find somebody

to dress up like a weird, escaped animal?

For all we know, it could be really tall,

with big, glowing eyes,

crazy, scary hair...

What?

Okay, Pumbaa. Now, then,

make like a scary monster and come outta there.

Wow. Pumbaa, that outfit is scarier than I thought.

And that roar sounds pretty scary too.

I'm ready to be the weird, escaped animal, Timon.

- Say, who's your new friend? - Who, him? That's you, Pumbaa.

Boy, I sure look scary!

But if you're Pumbaa, then what Pumbaa is that Pumbaa, Pumbaa?

Danger, danger! Warning, warning!

What's wrong?

The big, weird, escaped animal thing

is headed this way and you have to protect us now!

Go, go, go! Roar! Pounce! Attack!

Yeah, well, you said I stink as a lion.

What? I said no such thing.

The only thing that stinks around here

is him.

Nope, you weren't talking about me, Timon.

You were definitely talking about Simba.

Well, what I really meant when I said that you stink as a lion

was, that you have lion instincts.

I just got my words flip-flopped.

So, with that all cleared up, go, go, go!

I... I just don't know if I have it in me, Timon.

Forget it! This is useless!

Come on, rock.

You can do it. Beat him up good.

Simba, Simba, he's our lion!

If he can't do it, then I'm lyin'! Simba, Simba!

Simba, you're alright!

You know what?

My lion instincts really did kick in.

Well, I never had any doubt, Simba.

I knew all along you could beat the stuffing

out of any predator foolish enough to cross your path.

- Me too! - But I didn't beat him.

- How's that? - Come on out, Bartholomew.

They won't hurt you.

You see, ever since he escaped from Dr. Happy's lab,

he's been lost and lonely and all alone

and I figured he'd make a nice edition to our Hakuna Matata Club.

Yeah. Good thinking, Simba.

Why, having a 40-foot-tall monster around

wouldn't be such a bad idea.

What do you say, Bartholomew?

Well, you know, I...

I have given this Hakuna Matata theory a lot of thought

and, well, um...

You know how it goes.

♪ Hakuna Matata, hey, ho ♪

♪ Hakuna Matata ♪

- ♪ Hakuna Matata ♪ - That's it!

♪ Hakuna Matata ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Hakuna Matata ♪