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 ♪

This sure is a beautiful country, Timon.

It's an okay place to visit, but

I'm ready to get back to that jungle chaos we call home.

Did you pack my camera?

You mean your brand new, super-duper expensive one?

Yeah, the one with the price tag still on it.

It's packed.

Okay then, we just have to pack up this unused spending money,

our irreplaceable travel visas and these very expensive

gold-plated commemorative souvenir plates. There.

You better keep a good eye on that suitcase, Timon.

You silly worry warthog.

Just 'cause It's crammed full of valuables doesn't mean someone's gonna swipe it

the second we turn our backs.

Timon, the suitcase was swiped the second we turned our backs!

Aah! There it is! Stop, thief!

He didn't stop, Timon.

We'll report it to the police. They're trained to handle stuff like this.

Yes, sir, if there's anyone who can help us,

it's the police.

- We can't help you. - But we'd like to.

- But we can't. - It's impossible.

- Unless you saw the perpetrator. - And can describe him.

But we did see him.

An eyewitness!

Yeah, that's a bird of a different feather.

- I'll make a composite sketch. - Okay, what'd he look like?

It was a raccoon.

- Be more specific. - Explicit.

- Precise. - Exact.

You know, black and white, kinda stripey.

Not that stripey.

A bit more fur.

Not so fat.

Fewer spots.

Not so smelly!

No!

That's your man, officer!

- A raccoon. - Why didn't you say so in the first place?

- Would've saved time. - Not to mention paper.

Grrr!

Alright, now, a raccoon with a suitcase

cannot exceed a traveling speed of more than eight miles per hour.

- We'll seal off the entire area. - 1,000 mile radius.

- Conduct an extensive ground search. - We'll find him.

- We always catch our man. - Or raccoon in this case.

- Even if it takes weeks. - Months.

- Years. - Hey, look! There he is!

Right over there!

Get him!

Stop right there.

- There's nowhere to run. - Nowhere to hide.

- You're under arrest. - Yeah.

We'll need you to identify the culprit from a lineup. Ready?

- No problem. - Ready!

No! They all look the same!

Which one is it?

I think it's that one on the end.

Number seven, step forward, state your name, please.

They name is Thief.

Spell it.

"T," "H," as in hello, I-E-F.

That spells Thief.

Thief! He's the one! He's the one!

Okay, Mr. Thief.

It's pronounced Thyfe.

Well, Mr. Thyfe, you're going to jail.

And you can pronounce that any way you like.

But-but I'm innocent! I didn't steal their suitcase. I found it.

Here, you can have it back. If I'd known it belonged to you,

I would've just, you know, left it where I found it. Hands off. No problem.

Thanks! He's so cute.

Nice cover-up, Thief.

But we're not buying it. You're guilty.

How can I be guilty if nobody actually saw me steal it?

You didn't see him steal the suitcase?

Well, I-I-I...

No, we didn't see him. It happened when our backs were turned.

-Well, if there's no witness to the crime, -Then ergo, there's no crime.

-And if there's no crime, -Then you're free to go.

See ya!

I can't believe those mooks let him go scot-free.

I guess there's no way to actually prove he really stole our suitcase.

Hello there, clown boys. Just wanted to let you know

I really did steal your suitcase.

I knew it!

What are we gonna do now, Timon? Track him down and get our stuff back?

Don't you worry, Pumbaa. We'll get our stuff back.

But there's something even more important at stake here.

What's that?

Justice! J-u-s-tice!

And if justice won't make that lowdown crook pay,

I will!

You know what they say, Pumbaa, don't get mad...

- Get happy? - No.

- Get crackin'? - No!

Get on someone's nerves?

No, Pumbaa. It's don't get mad... get even!

We gotta get even!

That's funny 'cause you sound kinda mad.

Grrr!

Heh heh heh!

I don't know if I feel right about this, Timon.

Getting even with Thyfe seems kind of immature.

Well, It's not like I'm gonna pull some childish prank, Pumbaa.

Well, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna order him 100 pizzas and he won't be able to pay.

Pizza delivery! 100 pizzas for Mr. Thyfe.

Congratulations. You're our one millionth customer.

And you get all your pizzas, all 100 of them, free of charge.

But that's not all.

You've also won a brand-new car!

A tropical vacation and thousands of dollars in cash money.

But wait! There's more!

If we're trying to get even, how come he came out ahead?

Don't worry, my porcine pal, I have an even better plan.

Shh!

Now, you keep a lookout and stay very quiet.

We don't wanna wake him.

Psst! What's the word, hog boy?

My friend is pulling a prank on...

What?

If you're here and that there, then who's...

Timon!

Aah!

Aah! A gorilla!

Why can't we just go home, Timon?

'Cause we gotta get even.

Yah! Hoo hah! Whoo!

Perfect, Pumbaa.

Now this is what I call taking out the trash.

Maybe careening out of control down a mountain

will teach that no good thief to mess with Timon and Pumbaa.

You better hurry up and unhook me, Timon.

I think something very painful is about to happen!

Aah!

Methinks you're right.

Aah!

That's our stuff!

- Hold it right there! - You're under arrest!

Don't need your fancy story this time.

- We've caught you red-handed. - Red.

Serves you right, you thief.

Hold the phone! It's pronounced Thyfe. Thank you.

See, Pumbaa? I told you we'd get even.

Now we can go home with that so satisfyin' feeling.

That justice has prevailed once again.

Yay!

And we can sleep soundly and not worry about anything...

or anybody or anyone.

Wow!

There goes another one of those little glowy lights,

zooming across the big, bluish, black thing.

I wonder what they are.

Well, Pumbaa, I don't wonder. I know.

Then, what are they?

Those little glowy lights are...

chunks of the big, bluish, black thing that have broken off and are flying to

other parts of the big, bluish, black thing.

Gee, Timon, you're so incredibly filled with smart brains.

That's right, Pumbaa.

You ask all the questions and I have all the answers.

That's why we work so well as bestest, best friends, ya know.

And nothing ever, never, ever will never, ever come between us.

You got that right, pal.

Aah!

Whoa!

Look at that!

It's a chunk of the big, bluish, black thing.

- So? - So what are we going to do?

You're the brains of this outfit.

What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?

What do you mean, "What are we gonna do?"

Timon, It's a chunk of the unknown up there.

It doesn't belong on the regular down here.

Don't get all cosmical kooky on me, Pumbaa. I'm not wearing my crystal.

But that makes the up there and the down here out of balance.

I believe we should put it back up there,

where it belongs.

Hakuna Matata. No worries, remember?

And we're not going to worry about this chunk of junk.

I strongly believe in my head that we should put it back

up in the big, bluish, black thing, where it belongs.

And I strongly believe in my head that we should have nothing to do with it.

We are going to put it back.

We are going to have nothing to do with it.

Put it back!

Nothing to do with it!

Back!

No!

Interesting.

Hey, what's the big idea, you?

Hello, Rafiki. I just love saying your name.

Rafiki, Rafiki, Rafiki!

Do you have a license to carry that thing, pal?

What's with the whacks on the head?

Just trying to knock some sense into you two, that's all.

It appears you could use some.

What I could use is some aspirin.

I can see clearly what has happened.

This chunk of the big, bluish, black thing fell between you.

Now one of you wants to put it back where it belongs

and the other one wants nothing to do with it.

Am I right?

This guy really creeps me out.

You're absolutely, exactly right, Rafiki.

I think maybe your brain's even smarter than Timon's.

It's not my smarts that tells me this.

See, everything happens for a reason.

So you're saying this chunk of the big, bluish, black thing

fell here for a reason?

Correct.

And what, pray tell, might that be, very smart one with a blue behind?

It has fallen between you two as a sign that you are no longer friends.

We're not?

Well, you can't seem to agree.

Right.

And you're not speaking.

Right.

Therefore, you are no longer friends.

And you should not try to agree on anything or work together or cooperate

in any shape or form.

Then... what should we do?

There is no longer any we, only you and a-you.

Hey, wait a minute, Rafreaky.

This doesn't settle what to do

about the chunk of the big, bluish, black thing.

Why, of course it does.

Pumbaa, you should put the chunk of big,

bluish, black thing back up where it belongs

and, Timon, you should make sure you have nothing to do with it.

There. Settled. Goodbye.

Alley oop!

Hmmph!

Alley oop!

Pumbaa, what are you doing?

You're never gonna get that thing back up there that way.

All you have to do is... yeouch!

Hello, Rafiki.

Rafiki, Rafiki, Rafiki!

What do you want?

You're not helping Pumbaa, are you?

You're not having anything to do with it, are you?

Of course not!

I said I don't want to have anything to do with that thing and I don't.

That is good because, remember,

you two are no longer bestest, best friends. Right?

Right.

Just checking.

Did I mention that guy really creeps me out?

Rafiki, schamiki!

Just because ol' blue behind said we can't be friends,

doesn't mean it's true.

Besides, I have an idea how you can get that chunk back up there

and I won't have anything to with it.

Gee, Timon, maybe your brain is even smarter than Rafiki's.

Of course it is.

Now, listen. The first thing we have to do...

that is, you and I have to do independently of each other,

is to get as close as we can to the big, bluish, black thing.

How are we...

I mean, you and I separately, independently

and all that, going to do that?

Simple. We'll climb really, really high to the top of that!

Gee, Timon, I'm getting awfully tired of carrying

this chunk of big, bluish, black thing.

Then I'll carry it for a while.

But wouldn't that be helping me?

No. I'll carry the chunk because I need the exercise.

It has nothing to do with helping you.

Okay!

Now I'm getting tired.

Here, let me carry the chunk for a while, because I want to take it all alone,

by myself, to the top of the mountain

so I can put it back into the bluish, black thing where it belongs.

Gee, I sure am glad I have nothing to do with that.

Well, here we are...

I mean, you and I separately and independently at the same time.

Here goes nothing.

Whoa! Wait, Pumbaa! You'll just throw it off the mountain.

You need to send it up there, not down there.

But how am I supposed to do...

Why don't you just relax for a while? Take a load off.

It's been a long climb up the mountain.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Maybe I'll, build something.

There! I'm all done building something.

Gee, that something sure looks like it would be useful

in getting the chunk back into the big, bluish, black thing.

It sure would.

Maybe I should build one.

Why mess with building one, Pumbaa, when you can buy one?

Buy one? But where could I possibly buy one way up here?

Why not purchase mine?

Gee! How much is it?

Well, it just so happens that for today only,

it's on sale for the special low, low price of... nothing.

Well, I can definitely afford nothing.

I'll take it.

Thanks, Timon. Thanks for not helping me.

You're not welcome.

Costa costa costa!

Yay! We did it!

We sure did, pal!

Rafiki!

Rafiki, Rafiki, Rafiki.

Did I hear you two say "We?"

Yup!

But what we meant by we

was that Timon and I were totally separately, individually and all that,

without helping each other.

This is a definition of "We" I am not familiar with.

It just goes to show you, Rafakey, you don't know everything.

Pumbaa here got that chunk of big, bluish, black thing back up there

and I had nothing to do with it.

And we're still bestest best friends.

Right, Pumbaa?

That's right.

Well, seems you two have proven me wrong.

All that helping each other wasn't helping each other after all.

Live and learn.

Live and learn.

You know, Timon, I think our not helping each other

really was helping each other.

Yeah, you're right, but don't let Rafiki know

or he'll whack us with that stick again.

It sure is good to know nothing will never, ever come between us.

It sure is, Pumbaa.

It sure is.