The Lion King Reborn (2024 film)/Transcript

This is the multi-part transcript from the upcoming 2024 American-South Korean animated dark, epic, adventure, musical comedy-drama remake of The Lion King Reborn.

Script
What was what?! Shh! What was that?! What was that?! Where? What? Where? Where? Shh! What was that?! Shh! Quick, before the hyena come! Dig, digga tunnah When you're done ya dig a bigga tunnah Digga tunnah, Dig, dig a tunnah Quick, before the hyena come! DIG!
 * (The film opens with a warning screen that reads "The following feature contains some scenes that deal with the Circle of Life and may be intense for younger viewers. Parents may want to watch with their kids.")
 * (Disney logo)
 * (The title reads "Disney Presents")
 * (The camera zooms into a view of a night sky, with a star somewhere on the screen and the clouds on the bottom. We then start flying down through the clouds with the camera. We then pan with the camera down to a very clear view of Pride Rock, with all animals in the Pride Lands. Zazu then flies in with the camera past by the Elephant Graveyard, and pan down, only to find the Tree of Life completely redone in 2D animation)
 * Rafiki: It was a glorious sight! Old Rafiki could hardly believe his eyes: all the animals on the move, coming together from the four winds; who could forget a day like that? Everybody came to celebrate the birth of Simba, Mufasa's young cub. You see, it was the Circle of Life — what's that you say? You've heard of this before? You think you know this story?! You don't know the half of it!
 * (Zooming in on a cave painting of Timon and Pumbaa dressed in drag and doing the hula, a view of Pride Rock in daylight is shown)
 * Pumbaa: (narrating) Pride Rock.
 * Timon: (narrating) So majestic.
 * Pumbaa: So powerful.
 * Timon: So bizarrely named.
 * (We reach a comfortable position in front of the Pride Rock in daylight. The camera does a super-high-speed truck-out from Pride Rock, past zebras, grasslands, the Elephant Graveyard, the gorge, marshlands, the desert (complete with Desert animals such as Geckos and Camels) and finally stopping at a dry plain of low mounds of dirt, with a tumbleweed blowing across. Cue into the "Digga Tunnah" music number)
 * Timon: From Pride Rock to the "pit of shame." We're so low on the food chain, we're underground! I'll let the meerkats do the talking as you don't have to take my word for it.
 * Meerkats: (chanting, nervously) What was that?!
 * Meerkat guard: (looks left, then right, listening, then calls) CLEAR!
 * (Scenes of the colony of meerkats all busily digging a network of tunnels, singing as they work)
 * Meerkats: Digga tunnah,

Digga tunnah, Dig, digga tunnah You can dig and never get dunnah Digga tunnah, (Dig a little faster) Dig, digga tunnah What was that?! Quick, before the hyena come! DIG!

Digga tunnah is what we do Life's a tunnah we're diggin' through Digga tunnah is what we sing Digga tunnah is everything! Mud and clay is a meerkat's friend Always more around every bend And when you get to your tunnah's end, Hallelujah! Let's dig again! DIG! Digga tunnah, Dig, digga tunnah (Digga tunnah) When you're done, ya dig a bigga tunnah. Digga tunnah, (Dig a little faster) Dig, digga tunnah. What was that?! Quick, before the hyena come! DIG! Than bein' some other guy's snack I may be delicious, organic But this little entree's fightin' back!
 * Ma: (searching for someone) Timon! Excuse me. Have you seen my son? Has he been through here? Timon!
 * (She walks behind a distracted middle-aged meerkat with an army-cut and gray hair, her brother-in-law Max)
 * Uncle Max: (singsonging, passing by Ma) Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah…digga tunnah, dig, dig —
 * Ma: Uncle Max?
 * (Ma pokes Max, which her presence scares him out of his chant)
 * Max: (spooked) Aaahh!
 * Ma: Uncle Max, relax. Have you seen Timon?
 * Max: (pleased with himself) No, I haven't — and what a day it's been! No fractures, no lacerations, no concussions, contusions or injuries of any sort. As a matter of fact, there's no sign of Tee-mon's handiwork anywhere!
 * (The ground ceiling cracks and then comes crashing down around them. There's nothing left but a ring of dirt held up, with Timon standing under it. Max fumes with intimidated anger)
 * Max: That would be…TEE-MOOOON!!!
 * Timon: (in an embarrassing tone) Hehe. Hey, everybody! It's called a "skylight"! (however, his shoddily made "skylight" soon crumbles to nothing)
 * Ma: (walks up to give her son some condolences) Wow! Isn't that creative? A skylight!… (seeking discretion as the better part of valor) I'll go talk to him.
 * Timon: I…I was just trying to shed a little light on a pathetic existence.
 * Ma: Timon, this can't go on. Just this month, you've pulled down four walls and collapsed two tunnel exits. (combs Timon's hair) We have to look after each other. Our survival depends on it.
 * (As Timon speaks, Ma finishes combing his hair, which "poofs" up into a bunch of spikes)
 * Timon: What's the point? All we do is dig, so we can hide and hide, so we can dig. I wanna be where we don't have to dig tunnels and live with our heads stuck in the sand. What's so bad about dreaming of a better home?
 * Ma: (pushes some grass aside) I wanna show you something. Look, Timon. Go on, look. (camera pulls back to a panoramic view of the Pride Lands in all their golden-lit majesty) Look out to the horizon, past the trees, over the grasslands. Everything the light touches… (sharply) belongs to someone else!
 * (The grasses snap back together and block the view)
 * Timon: (scowls) Funny. I thought you were going a whole different direction with this.
 * Ma: What can I say? It's nature's design.
 * Max: (suddenly pokes out of the grass) She's right! We're food for other animals — a movable feast. Feared by no one and eaten by all!
 * Timon: But when they die, they become the grass. And we eat the grass…right?
 * Max: Not exactly; we can't digest grass. We're grass intolerant.
 * (Max starts to walk away, his presence not helping, but appears out of another stand of grass, giving Timon one final warning)
 * Max: Meerkat! It's what's for dinner!
 * (Ma seems to be increasingly sarcastic. Max soon leaves again back into the grass and distance. Timon makes a circle motion with one of his fingers next to his head)
 * Timon: I think Uncle Max dislodged one too many rocks with his skull.
 * Ma: But he's right, Timon. (she tries to comb his hair again, a tsetse fly buzzes by, and she squishes it into hair gel) Oh, I just know there's a way for you to fit in here.
 * (Timon glowers from under his plastered-down hair, in which a single piece springs back up, and he sighs)
 * Max: (to the other meerkats) Alright, who's on sentry duty?
 * Ma: (perks up with inspiration) That's it! That's it! — My son on sentry duty! Timon the sentry!
 * Max: (simultaneously in horror) Tee-mon the sentry!? Why don't you save the hyenas the trouble and kill me now?! Just kill me now!
 * Ma: (to her son) All you have to do is watch for hyenas and yell if you see one. Look at Iron Joe!
 * (Camera pan over to Iron Joe, who is a skittish meerkat in a leafy straitjacket)
 * Iron Joe: (as a couple of meerkat orderlies carry him away, raving from his post) DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES! DON'T LOOK AWAY! SOMEBODY'S GOTTA GUARD US! SOMEBODY'S GOTTA PROTECT US! (hysterically cries)
 * Timon: Well. Now I'm convinced.
 * Ma: Listen — it's outside, up in the breeze, under the wide open sky — isn't that what you want? (to Max) Or maybe you would rather have him go back on the digging crew?
 * Max, Timon and everyone: NO!!!!
 * (The entire colony of meerkats listen intently, pretending nonchalance and they all clear their throats)
 * Ma: Good…then we all agree. Timon, listen to Uncle Max. He'll teach you everything you need to know. (earnestly) And honey, try to make this one work.
 * (Cut to the lookout rock, under a small tree. Uncle Max is demonstrating the duties of the Sentry. Timon rolls his eyes, unimpressed)
 * Max: Scurry, sniff, flinch! Scurry, sniff, flinch! Scurry, sniff, flinch! Good. Now…what do we do if we see a hyena?
 * Timon: Scream "Mommy"?
 * Max: That's right, mister! Because the world out there is fraught with danger. FRAUGHT, I TELL YOU! Even all bloodthirsty hyenas are waiting to rip us limb-from-limb!
 * Timon: (sarcastically applauding) Bra–vo, Uncle Max! Way to sell it to the cheap seats.
 * Max: Applaud now, sonny boy. (quiet and servery) But try clapping when you don't have any hands!
 * (Max soon turns around and leaves. Timon gulps, looking at his hands, then takes up his position on the rock. As marimbas begin, he starts to get into it)
 * Timon: Huh…I like the sound of that. Scurry, sniff, flinch! (begins dancing flamboyantly)
 * (Cue into the music number of "That's all I Need", a.k.a. "Meerkat Rhapsody". As Timon begins to sing, a trio of hyenas pop up from behind a rock in the background, then disappear again. Timon soon steps onto a cloud and surfs into a fantasy waterfall setting, where he slurps some bugs, then soon dances to the "Shuffle Off to Buffalo". The fantasy and the music dissolves as he improvises, unaware that the three hyenas have surrounded him)
 * Timon: There's more to life than panic

I'm gonna put diggin' tunnels behind me And live at a new altitude I'm gonna reach for the stars to remind me That meerkats are not merely food! For once I'll be… Lookin' out for me…

I'll tell you what I want This cat is movin' on He's a bon vivant Who's missin' out on bon I'd be a bigger cheese Far from the desert scene A little cooling breeze A little patch of green!

And I'll be snoozin' in my hammock by a rippling stream Many miles from any tunnel and the digging team Looking after number one will be my only creed That's all I need I've got it all worked out That's all I need I've got it all worked out

I've always been good at runnin' away Well, now I'm gonna run the show-ow I've always been seen as the ultimate prey But now my status ain't so quo! A dream sublime… It's hyena tiiime…oh! Sithi uhm ingonyama
 * (Timon suddenly stops singing. All around him are the trio of hyenas: Shenzi, a female and the largest of three, Kamari, a male with bushy eyebrows, and Azizi, another male with a derpish look in his eyes and a lolling tongue)
 * Shenzi: (applauding sarcastically) Oh, look it's dinner and a show!
 * Kamari: We would love to see your cowboy show.
 * (Azizi incoherently laughs in agreement)
 * Timon: (frozen in fear) Hy…hy…hy…
 * Shenzi: Well, hi to you too!
 * (Shenzi smacks Timon, who goes rolling down the hill and bumps into Max)
 * Max: This is no time for horseplay, Tee-mon. You're supposed to be up there lookin' out for… (sees the snickering hyenas) HYENAS!
 * (The meerkat colony all pop up and soon run around in a mad chaotic frenzy for cover until they come underneath the surface)
 * Shenzi: That's just how I like 'em: (a group of meerkats, led by Max, crash in a line right into Banzai's snout, to which he slurps them, lifting Max into the air) Scrambled, and a little bit runny!
 * (The group of meerkats goes running by, followed by the laughing hyenas, passing Timon who's standing there covering his head. Azizi guards a hole, and snaps at a bunch of meerkats who jump into it one at a time. He misses all of them, but blocks the hole before Max can get in. A hand suddenly reaches up and grabs Timon. He strains to stay where he is, but gradually the hand manages to drag him head-first into a hole. It's Ma with the rest of the colony)
 * Ma: Get in here! What are you, a meshugganah?! (makes a role-call) Stumpy?
 * Stumpy: Here!
 * Ma: Flinchy?
 * Flinchy: Here!
 * Ma: Swifty?
 * Swifty: Here!
 * Ma: Oh, what a relief. Everybody's… (gasps) Where's Uncle Max?!
 * (Max is outside, running for his life as the three hyenas pursue him. He makes desperately for a second tunnel entrance, where a bunch of meerkats appear and gasp at the sight)
 * Meerkat1: Max! Run for your life!
 * Meerkat2: Play dead!
 * Meerkat3: Ándale!
 * Meerkat4: Almost there!
 * (Max trips over and gets overtaken by the hyenas. The meerkats all shield their eyes before they head back inside the burrow, mourning sadly. Max suddenly, but thankfully, drops through some of Timon's tunnels with the fur of his tail bitten off)
 * Max: I flinched, when I should've scurried. (collapses)
 * (Camera zoom down to where Timon is standing in the midst of all the angry meerkats, while medical members help Max out)
 * Timon: I, uh…I guess I owe everyone an apology. (pause) Alright, so I made a teensy mistake. Like we all haven't broken into song on sentry duty before. Ha, ha, ha…come on! Let me have a show of hands! (the meerkats all wander off, disgusted. Timon tries to change tactics) Ooookay. (Max and the meerkats are all now staring at Timon severely) … Maybe it's a little too soon, but I'm sure we're all gonna laugh about this someday. Trust me.
 * Max: I did trust you.
 * (The meerkats all silently file out, except for Ma. Timon sighs before he leaves sadly. Scene switch to the rock outside where Timon is all alone, hunched and sitting on the rock. Ma emerges from the hole and notices him)
 * Timon: I'm never gonna fit in here. Nobody even likes me, besides you, Ma. I have to find my place; but it isn't here. My place is out there, Ma. Oh, I may not know exactly where or how far, but I gotta go!
 * Ma: (pauses, then acquiesces) Well, I hope you find what you're looking for, honey. (Timon comes back to embrace Ma) Ooh. Ooh, I love you. Mmm!
 * Timon: I love you, Ma.
 * (Ma keeps hugging Timon, tighter and tighter until we start to hear crunching sound effects)
 * Ma: Oh, Timmy. My Timmy. Mmm-mmm…
 * Timon: (strained, muffled) Ma…choking…not breathing…!
 * Ma: Ooh. Mmm. Mmm-mmm…
 * Timon: (speaking to the audience) And people wonder why I have issues. (the embrace finally ends before he assures Ma) I'll be okay!
 * Ma: Oh, I know you will! (wistful) You will.
 * (Ma slowly lets go Timon's hands. He then begins striding purposefully away into the sunset. "Timon's Traveling Theme" performed by Lebo M. begins. Ma calls after her son)
 * Ma: Be careful.
 * Timon: I will! (marches on a bit further)
 * Ma: Don't talk to strangers!
 * Timon: I know, Ma! (marches a bit more)
 * Ma: Remember, wash behind your ears!
 * Timon: (turning impatiently) Ma, I'm not a kid any more! (resumes marching)
 * Ma: Never go swimming without a buddy!
 * Timon: Got it!
 * Ma: (almost inaudible) Send us a message sometime! (indistinct)
 * Timon: (exasperated) Oy… (yells at the top of his lungs) WHAT?!
 * Ma: I said, send us a message sometime!
 * Timon: WHAT?!
 * Ma: I said, send us a—!
 * Timon: (turning away from Ma) Good-bye, ma!
 * (Timon sets off triumphantly. He reaches the open grasslands beyond the horizon)
 * Timon: And so, with high spirits, I boldly adventured off where no meerkat had dare to go before. I've put my past behind me and never looked back…
 * (Cue into nighttime in the Pride Lands. Timon halts…then suddenly breaks into sobbing)
 * Timon: I want my mommy! (far shot to reveal that he is mourning in front of the Tree of Life, a place where endangered species go to seek help) What am I doing? Which way should I go?
 * (A mandrill named Rafiki enters, hanging upside down)
 * Rafiki: That depends on what you seek.
 * Timon: (does a wild take, going sprawling) Hey, where'd you come from?
 * Rafiki: Oh, the better question is, where are you going?
 * Timon: Oh, someplace wonderful, mister, where…where — you didn't happen to catch the song I sang a few minutes ago, did ya?
 * Rafiki: I didn't have the pleasure.
 * Timon: To recap: I want to live in some beautiful place, outside…a carefree place, where I don't have to hide or worry.
 * (Rafiki sits down next to Timon and chuckles, holding an ornate staff with gourds on its head)
 * Rafiki: Life without worry. You seek Hakuna Matata.
 * Timon: Harpoon a tomato?
 * Rafiki: Hakuna Matata, it means "no worries".
 * Timon: Perfect! Mind taking that stick of yours and drawing me a map, bub? (Rafiki bonks Timon on the head with his staff) OW! Hey!
 * Rafiki: (goes into his meditation pose) To find it, you must look beyond what you see.
 * Timon: What is that supposed to mean?
 * Rafiki: It means, look beyond what you see!
 * Timon: "Beyond what I see." Get a load of the monkey, gettin' all existential on me. (Timon starts to look as far as his eye could. The camera pans over to a frog croaking on a rock, a tree stump a little farther away, then finally a tree in the distance. Immense and meaningful music starts to rise in Timon's head) It's kinda hard to think with all this music. Beyond…what I see… (then…) Oh, wait a second. It's comin' to me. It's either that slug I ate, or I'm having an epiphany! (camera zooms in on Pride Rock in the distance of a full moon) I'm going to the big pointy rock! (but right as Timon turns to thank Rafiki, he is already gone) Who was that strange monkey? Ah, well. Dream home, here I come!
 * (As morning is beginning to show the earliest signs of rising, hoofbeats startles Timon. Frightened by the incoming figure, Timon makes a desperate dash through the grass. He crashes blindly into a huge warthog's snout and the two scream at each other. Timon then begs on his knees for mercy)
 * Timon: Just eat me now, and please make it fast. I got a low threshold to pain.
 * Warthog: Easy, easy there, little guy. I'm not gonna eat you.
 * Timon: Then, why were you stalking me?
 * Warthog: Well, gee, I saw you go by and I figured a little fella like you shouldn't be out here all alone.
 * Timon: What about you? You are all alone, aren't you?
 * Warthog: (ruefully) Yeah, most animals give me a pretty wide berth.
 * Timon: Even the predators?
 * Warthog: People see me comin' and they run for cover. They can't get out of the way fast enough.
 * (As he speaks, Timon holds up one of the pig's hooves, playing with it like a pair of scissors)
 * Timon: Must be the gleam on those vicious tusks? Strikes fear into their hearts.
 * Warthog: Actually, they say I wreck their appetite. It's pretty powerful, all right. (gestures indistinctly at his rump)
 * Timon: Perfect! You're hired. To get me to a little worry-free haven out of that big pointy rock. (they shake "hands") Put 'er there, acquaintance. I'm Timon.
 * Warthog: Pumbaa!
 * Timon: No, really. (Pumbaa grins sincerely at Timon for a beat) Let's hit the road. So clear up one thing for me. If you weren't gonna eat me, what kind of a wacky wild pig are you?
 * Pumbaa: I'm an insectivore!
 * Timon: Oh ho! A bug-eater! Me too, I just never had a name for them myself. I'm partial to the crunchy critters myself!
 * Pumbaa: I prefer the slimy ones!
 * Timon: Pumbaa, this could be the start of a beautiful…acquaintanceship.
 * (The sun begins to rise again over the Pride Lands — Pumbaa and Timon enter the scene, walking across from left to right. The duo freak out as the animals all bear down on them. Pumbaa then races out from under all the roaring and screeching animals as they rush past. Timon rides on his back and steers him to follow the animals. Various pans and camera views of several animals, all moving, even passing by Mount Kilimanjaro. A view of giraffes pans to a long shot of all the animals in their procession. Camera is panning and jumping to animals (including elephants, antelopes, zebras, ants, birds, and storks)
 * Chorus: ''Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba

Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba Sithi uhhmm ingonyama Ingonyama

Siyo Nqoba Ingonyama''

''Ingonyama nengw' enamabala Ingonyama nengw' enamabala Ingonyama nengw' enamabala Ingonyama nengw' enamabala Ingonyama nengw' enamabala''

From the day we arrive on the planet And blinking, step into the sun There's more to see than can ever be seen More to do than can ever be done

There's far too much to take in here More to find than can ever be found But the sun rolling high Through the sapphire sky Keeps great and small on the endless round

It's the Circle of Life And it moves us all Through despair and hope Through faith and love Til we find our place On the path unwinding In the Circle The Circle of Life And it moves us all Through despair and hope Through faith and love Till we find our place On the path unwinding In the Circle The Circle of Life So enemies beware With quite so little hair Like no king was before I'm brushing up on looking down I'm working on my ROAR Arranged a heart to heart From little hornbills for a start Count me out! Out of service, out of Africa I wouldn't hang about!
 * (The long-distance pan centers on Pride Rock where all the animals are gathering. King Mufasa is on Pride Rock. Long camera arc to Mufasa and a red-billed hornbill named Zazu. He bows to Mufasa, who smiles and nods at him. Rafiki arrives and walks through a group of animals who bow to him. He embraces Mufasa before they go in to see Sarabi and in her lap is baby Simba. Rafiki puts fruit juice and sand he collects on Simba's brow. Simba sneezes and his parents embrace heads. Outside the presentation, Timon and Pumbaa finally arrive. Pride Rock rises before the two of them as the crest a small hill)
 * Timon: Oh, baby, we're almost there.
 * (A record-needle scratching sound accompanies them screeching to a halt as the suddenly see that Pride Rock is surrounded by hundreds of animals)
 * Pumbaa: I think we're little late.
 * Timon: It's a land rush. That loudmouthed-monkey must've blabbed it to the whole world!
 * Pumbaa: What did he say?
 * Timon: (imitating Rafiki) "Look beyond what you see."
 * Pumbaa: So maybe you're supposed to look beyond the big pointy rock.
 * Timon: Beyond what I see…beyond what I see…beyond what I see… (the screen pans past Pride Rock and all the gathered animals to a small hill with a little cave) What do you know? The monkey's got an eagle eye for real estate!
 * Pumbaa: (indicating Rafiki appearing out of the crowds) Timon, look!
 * Timon: He-he-hey! It's the monkey!
 * Pumbaa: What's he doin'?
 * Timon: It's not important. Come on! My dream home awaits. (he leads Pumbaa straight into the breach) Excuse me!
 * Animal1: Oh.
 * Animal2: Ow.
 * Animal3: Hello!
 * Animal4: Goodness.
 * Timon: Make room, make room. (to a giraffe) Watch it, Twiggy. I'm walkin' here!
 * (Many animals snort and glower at Pumbaa as Timon pushes their way through the crowd. Pumbaa's stomach gurgles. He he sits in "emergency" mode)
 * Pumbaa: (miserably) Timon…there's something I gotta tell ya.
 * Timon: Pumbaa, Pumbaa, Pumbaa. We'll have plenty of time to chat once we settle in.
 * Pumbaa: (his stomach gurgles more, starting to panic) I could really use a rest-stop.
 * Timon: (trying to get Pumbaa back on track) Don't worry. You'll get your second wind.
 * Pumbaa: (breaking out in sweat) I got a really bad feeling!
 * Timon: It'll pass.
 * (Timon accidentally grabs Pumbaa's tail, and he releases a massive fart. A nearby African bush elephant freaks out and trumpets. All the animals immediately around Timon and Pumbaa cough and collapse with disgust, including gnu, then giraffes, and finally rhinos)
 * Zebra1: Oh, look. The rhinos are bowing.
 * Zebra2: Ooh, we'd better bow, too.
 * (The zebras bow, followed by the antelopes in front of them, then more gnus, elephants, and the whole rest of the gathered crowd. Timon and Pumbaa stand at the epicenter of what looks like a nuclear blast. A slight hissing sound is heard, as well as groans and coughs. We see that the hissing is Timon's hair on fire, fizzling down to his scalp)
 * Timon: (going suddenly from aghast to thrilled) So, I guess that's your special power, huh? What a weapon!
 * Pumbaa: You don't mind?
 * Timon: It was a gas!
 * Pumbaa: (emotions rising a little) Well, I don't like to toot my own horn…
 * Timon: Yeah, that's probably for the best. Let's go, Pumbaa!
 * Pumbaa: Lead the way!
 * (Timon and Pumbaa soon wind their way through the prostate animals. Later in the evening, Timon and Pumbaa are building construction next to piled rocks that mark where their new dream-home is)
 * Timon: (ties up a hammock and lies down) This is it, buddy-boy. Home, sweet home! The elbow-to-elbow life reminds me a little too much of home. This place has everything. (Pumbaa hands Timon a massive bowl of slush) Cool refreshments, cozy little hammock, a lovely water feature. It's all mine!
 * (Taking in the fact that Timon forgot to factor him in, Pumbaa tries to handle it bravely)
 * Pumbaa: Well…it's really coming together, Timon, so, uh, so I guess I'll just be going. (walks away slowly)
 * Timon: There's no law that says you have to go…
 * Pumbaa: (zipping back immediately, Pumbaa smiles) Great! I've already made us some beds! (inside the den, there are two grass beds, one much bigger than the other) One for you, and one for me.
 * Timon: (yawns luxuriantly) Gee, all this construction work has me bushed. Think I'll turn in early.
 * (He crawls over the smaller bed and makes himself comfortable in the larger, Pumbaa-sized bed, then clicks his tongue. Pumbaa circles around twice, then somehow stuffs himself into the smaller bed. Pumbaa's leg then pops out sideways, but he gets comfortable anyway)
 * Pumbaa: Good night.
 * Timon: Sleep tight.
 * Pumbaa: Dream of bedbugs tonight! Zzzzzzzzz…
 * Timon: Home, sweet home, indeed.
 * (Timon and Pumbaa fall asleep. Dissolve to the exterior of the cave where Rafiki where he picks Simba up and ascends to the point of Pride Rock. Mufasa and Sarabi follow. Rafiki then holds Simba up for the crowd to view. All of the animals in a splendid array bow as seen from the perspective of Mufasa, Rafiki, and Zazu at the tip of the promontory)
 * Zazu: Look, sire, how they kneel before the royal son.
 * (The animals soon start howling and stamping before clouds move apart and a sunbeam highlights Rafiki and Simba on Pride Rock. The animals all soon bow again. Camera slowly zooms out to a striking panoramic view of the presentation)
 * MS: It's the Circle of Life
 * (Bass drum hit (fff) and immediate switch to black screen with title "THE LION KING REBORN" in white-yellow caps)
 * (The next morning, a mouse comes out to start preening in the light. He begins sniffing before being frightened. Suddenly, an orange lion and Mufasa's younger brother named Scar swoops down and catches the mouse before he talks and plays with it)
 * Scar: Life's not fair, is it? You see I shall never be king. And you…shall never see the light of another day. (he extends out his tongue to eat the mouse)
 * Zazu: (mockingly interrupting) Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?
 * Scar: (sighs) What do you want?
 * Zazu: I'm here to announce that King Mufasa is on his way. So you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony!
 * (The mouse manages to escape from underneath Scar's paw and scampers into a hole)
 * Scar: Oh now look, Zazu; you made me lose my lunch.
 * Zazu: Hah! You'll lose more than that when the king gets through with you. He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia.
 * Scar: Ooooh, I quiver with fear!
 * Zazu: Now, Scar! Don't look at me that way! HELP…!! (he tries to fly away, but Scar bites the bird into his mouth)
 * Mufasa: (he approaches menacingly to his brother) Scar! Drop him.
 * Zazu: (his beak pops out of Scar's mouth) Impeccable timing, Your Majesty. (Scar soon spits out the bird, covered with saliva, to his disgust)
 * Scar: (sarcastically overjoyed) Why! If it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners!
 * Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba.
 * Scar: I missed it? Oh, I feel awful! (he scratches his claws against a rock like nails on a chalkboard and Zazu irritates to the sound) Must've slipped my mind…
 * Zazu: Yes, well…as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother, you should have been first in line!
 * Scar: (clicks his teeth at Zazu, who takes cover behind Mufasa's foreleg) Well, I was first in line…until the little hairball was born.
 * Mufasa: That "hairball" is my son, and your future king.
 * Scar: (sarcastically) Ohh, I shall practice my curtsy. (turns to leave)
 * Mufasa: (becoming angry) Don't turn your back on me, Scar.
 * Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me.
 * Mufasa: (roars and literally leaps in front of Scar) Is that a challenge?!
 * Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you. As far as brains go, I got the lion's share. But, when it comes to brute strength…I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool. (sulks away slowly out of the den)
 * Zazu: (to Mufasa) There's one in every family, sire…two in mine, actually. (perches onto Mufasa's shoulder) And they always manage to ruin special occasions.
 * Mufasa: (about Scar) What am I going to do with him?
 * Zazu: He'd make a very handsome throw rug.
 * Mufasa: (surprised) Zazu!
 * Zazu: And just think! Whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and beat him. (Mufasa laughs)
 * (Rise in music — "This Land" track — with theme stated in African flute, it broadens eventually with chorus and full orchestra. We see a rainstorm gently crossing the savannah. Multiplane camera approach to Rafiki's baobab tree. Camera switch to inside the tree. Rafiki is doing hand paintings on the wall. We see he is completing Simba on the day of his birthday)
 * Rafiki: (he completes the ceremonial crown in the painting) Simba.
 * (Simba, now grown as a young cub, is seen coming out on the rock. He runs back into the cave and leaps over several of the lionesses, accidentally jumping on a few)
 * Simba: Dad, you awake? Dad, wake up! Dad! Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad!
 * Sarabi: (sleepily) Your son is awake.
 * Mufasa: Before sunrise, he's your son.
 * Simba: Come on, Dad! Let's go! (tugs at Mufasa's ear before he loses his grip) WHOA! (slips and crashes into something off camera. He then comes running back on screen and headbutts Mufasa. Mufasa sleepily eyes his son) You promised!
 * Mufasa: OK, OK. I'm up. I'm up.
 * (As Simba scampers out of Pride Rock, Mufasa yawns a well-recorded lion yawn, then gets up. He and Sarabi follow Simba up to the top of Pride Rock. Simba rubs up against Sarabi. She nudges him ahead and stays behind. Departing shot of her, with a loving expression. The sun rise illuminates the top of Pride Rock impressively. Both Simba and Mufasa are on the point)
 * Mufasa: Look Simba: everything the light touches, is our kingdom. A king's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here — and will rise with you as the new king.
 * Simba: Everything the light touches? Those trees? And the watering hole? And that mountain? (recognizes a dark spot on the north rip-rap canyon) And beyond those shadows?
 * Mufasa: You must not go there, Simba.
 * Simba: But I thought a king can do whatever he wants?
 * Mufasa: While others search for what they can take, a true king searches for what he can give.
 * (Scene switch to Mufasa taking out Simba walking in the savanna deeper into the grasslands)
 * Mufasa: Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance, and respect all the creatures: from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.
 * Simba: But don't we eat the antelope?
 * Mufasa: Yes, Simba, but let me explain. When we die, our bodies become the grass. And the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connected in the great Circle of Life.
 * Zazu: (lights on a nearby rock) Morning, sire!
 * Mufasa: Morning, Zazu.
 * Zazu: Checking in with the morning report.
 * Mufasa: Fire away.
 * Zazu: Well! The buzz from the bees is that the leopards are in a bit of a spot…
 * (Zazu's speech will continue through without stop. Simba's and Mufasa's conversation is the focus. Simba, uninterested in Zazu, pounces at a grasshopper and misses)
 * Zazu: (continuing, not noticing Mufasa's lack of enthusiasm) And the baboons are going ape over this. Of course, the giraffes are acting like they're above it all…
 * Mufasa: (to Simba) Ready for some fun?
 * Zazu: … The tickbirds are pecking on the elephants. I told the elephants to forget it, but they can't…the cheetahs are hard up, but I always say…
 * Mufasa: (to Simba) Stay low to the ground…
 * Simba: I got this.
 * Zazu: Cheetahs never prosper. (Mufasa motions for Zazu to turn back around) Do you get…I'll say it again. Cheetahs never— (Simba does a full pounce leaving Zazu stunned on the ground) Awwwwwwk!
 * (Right where Zazu is pounced and stunned, Mufasa laughs)
 * Mufasa: (to Simba) That's very good. Now, this time…
 * Zazu: (interrupting and with urgency) Sire! HYENAS!! In the Pride Lands!
 * Mufasa: Zazu, take Simba home.
 * Simba: Dad, let me come!
 * Mufasa: (curtly) No, son. You stay with the other cubs. (heads off at a full gallop)
 * Simba: (sadly muttering to himself) I am not a cub…
 * Zazu: Oh, young master. One day, you will be king. Then you can chase those slobbering, mangy, stupid poachers from dawn until dusk.
 * (Camera change to Scar on his overhanging rock ledge. We see him pace once and kick an old bone off the edge before Simba walks in on-screen)
 * Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar, guess what?
 * Scar: I despise guessing games…
 * Simba: I'm gonna be the king of Pride Rock.
 * Scar: (sarcastically) Goodie…
 * Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom; said I'm gonna rule it all.
 * Scar: Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy…bad back, you know…
 * (Scar falls to the ground with a TWUMP. Simba goes over and leans on his shoulder)
 * Simba: When I'm king, what will that make you?
 * Scar: A monkey's uncle.
 * Simba: (he tumbles off Scar's shoulder and laughs) How weird is that?
 * Scar: You have no idea. So your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he? (Simba nods) He didn't show you what's beyond that rise at the northern border?
 * Simba: (disappointed) No…he said I couldn't go there.
 * Scar: And he's absolutely right! It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest lions go there. An elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince. Oops…! Oh dear, I've said too much…well, I suppose you'd have found sooner or later, you being so clever and all…promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place. You run along now and have fun. And remember…it's our little secret!
 * (Simba scampers off from the den while Scar walks away with an evil grin. Menace music is heard. Cut to Simba where he is running down the slope of the bottom part of Pride Rock. Several lionesses are resting from their morning hunt. He runs down towards two lionesses (Sarabi and Serafina). Serafina is giving her cub a bath)
 * Simba: Nala! Come on. We have to go.
 * Nala: Where?
 * Simba: Watering hole.
 * Serafina: Simba, she's having her bath.
 * Sarabi: And it's time for yours.
 * (Simba tries to escape. Sarabi bends down and grabs her son. She proceeds to give the struggling cub a bath)
 * Sarabi: Hold still. Come on. Behind the ears.
 * Simba: But Mom, I can do it myself. You're messing up my mane! (Sarabi smiles) See? All clean. Can we go? There's no hyenas. You just chased them all off.
 * Sarabi: Just to the watering hole and no further. And stay downwind. And one more thing. Zazu will be going with you.
 * Simba: Zazu?!?
 * (Cut to Zazu flying in the sky overhead with Simba and Nala walking to the waterhole)
 * Zazu: Step lively. The sooner we get to the watering hole, the sooner we can leave.
 * Nala: So where are we really going?
 * Simba: An elephant graveyard?
 * Nala: Whoaaa.
 * Simba: Shh!
 * Nala: How we getting rid of the dodo?
 * (Hearing the cubs below back and forth, Zazu flies back down in front of them)
 * Zazu: Oh, just look at you two! Little seeds of romance, blossoming in the savanna…your parents will be thrilled, what with your being betrothed and all!
 * Nala: Simba, you speak bird?
 * Zazu: One day, you two are going to be married!
 * Simba: That's not gonna happen, Zazu. Nala and I are friends!
 * Zazu: Well, sorry to bust the old bubble, but you two turtle doves have no choice. It's a tradition going back generations —
 * Simba: Well, I'm not letting anyone tell me where to go, what to do…and even who to marry. There will never be a king like me.
 * Zazu: With an attitude like that, I'm afraid you're shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king.
 * Simba: Just watch.
 * (Colors change to wild pop-African. Background abruptly becomes surreal, brightly-colored cartoon style. Zazu plucks Simba's hair where mane would be. Simba gets a mane of leaves before he climbs on a log. A trio of cheetah cubs dash by. Simba shouts at Zazu, startling him backwards into a puddle. The hornbill dries on what appears to be a hanging towel. It reveals the "towel" as the ear of a red elephant, which whacks Zazu with its trunk as a golf club, sending him skipping like a stone across a shallow pool of water. The cubs follow immediately)
 * Simba: I'm gonna be a mighty king
 * Zazu: Well, I've never seen a king of beasts
 * Simba: I'm gonna be the mane event
 * Zazu: Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing
 * Simba: Oh, I Just Can't Wait to be King
 * Zazu: (speaking) You've rather a long way to go, young master, if you think…
 * (For the next verse, Simba and Nala are on each side of Zazu each of them make faces at him)
 * Simba: No-one saying do this
 * Zazu: Now when I said that, I —
 * Nala: No-one saying be there
 * Zazu: What I meant was —
 * Simba: No-one saying "stop that"
 * Both: No-one saying "see here"
 * Zazu: Now, see here!
 * (Simba and Nala are now riding on ostriches, passing by Zazu though the pool, soaking him)
 * Simba: Free to run around all day
 * Zazu: Well, that's definitely out…
 * Simba: Free to do it all my way
 * (Zazu flies ahead of the cubs, looking back to speak to them, and so not paying attention ahead. He bumps into a backside of a black rhinoceros, who is eating grass. As the cubs riding on the ostriches pass by, the hornbill lights on a branch, which is being washed towards a waterfall, but Zazu quickly reappears flying after them)
 * Zazu: I think it's time that you and I
 * Nala: Kings don't need advice
 * Zazu: If this is where the monarchy is headed:

This child is getting wildly out of wing! Simba! Let's hear it in the herd and on the wing It's gonna be King Simba's finest fling
 * Simba: Oh, I Just Can't Wait to be King
 * (The cubs trot up a corridor of plains zebras with blue stripes standing at attention. When Zazu follows, they all turn and raise their tails. Zazu covers himself for protection. Meanwhile, at the small den, Pumbaa and Timon, still resting in their beds, are awakened gradually by the muffled sound of the Broadway musical number pounding in from above. Timon steps out of his sleeping nest, gets a branch out, and starts banging the ceiling)
 * Timon: Hey, keep it down up there!
 * Pumbaa: We have neighbors? We should go say hello.
 * Timon: Noisy neighbors. There go the property values.
 * (Nala and Simba dance about under a moving herd of red elephants while the African flute leads a short instrumental sequence. Zazu squawks in a panic as the herd tramples him from left to right. Simba slides down an orange giraffe's neck into Broadway pose)
 * Simba: Everybody look left
 * Nala: Everybody look right
 * Simba: Everywhere you look I'm
 * Both: Standing in the spotlight!
 * Zazu: (speaking, but in strict time) Not yet!
 * (The chorus of animals (including elephants, hippos, anteaters, anteaters, antelopes, and giraffes) forms a pyramid with the cubs on top of an ostrich. Timon and Pumbaa emerge from the cave, they find themselves in the middle of an ostentatious finale of the song)
 * Timon: Oh, perfect. We moved to the theater district! Get a load of these guys.
 * Chorus: Let every creature go for broke and sing
 * Simba: Oh, I Just Can't Wait to be King
 * Nala: Oh, He Just Can't Wait to be King
 * Chorus: Oh, I Just Can't Wait to be King
 * Timon: Knock it off!
 * (Timon thwacks a red elephant's foot with his stick. His eyes pop open wide and loses balance. One by one, all the rest of the animals in the pyramid, and the red elephant seal Timon and Pumbaa inside their den, squishing them underneath. Zazu, who is seen holding onto a black rhino, gets squashed under it)
 * Zazu: I beg your pardon, madam, but…GET OFF! Simba? Nala?
 * Timon: Oy, showpeople.
 * (Simba and Nala run north, near the outermost border of the Pride Lands)
 * Simba: (arrogantly) The future king is a genius!
 * Nala: You can't be serious.
 * Simba: Good luck finding an aardvark that will say yes.
 * Nala: Good luck getting outta here without bruising.
 * Simba: Give it your best shot.
 * (Simba jumps at Nala. They tussle quickly. Nala ends on top and pins Simba with her forepaws, producing a resounding thump)
 * Nala: Pinned ya! You owe me an apology!
 * Simba: (annoyed) Never!
 * (Nala turns away smiling. Simba looks at her, sneakingly smirking, and jumps at her again. They tussle, rolling down a short hill. She pins him again in the same position with another thump)
 * Nala: Pinned ya again!
 * (A geyser makes a loud noise nearby, ejecting steam. The camera pulls back to a view of the surroundings that the cubs have just noticed. Mostly in grays, we see a dark craggy vale filled with skeletons of elephants. Eerie music fades in)
 * Simba: This must be it.
 * (They look over the edge of the ledge they are on. A large bull elephant skull is nearby. The camera follows to survey the entire bleak view)
 * Nala: Simba, we're way beyond the Pride Lands.
 * Simba: You know what this means?
 * Nala: It means we can go home.
 * Simba: It means they won't treat us like cubs anymore, c'mon. We found it, Nala.
 * Zazu: Wrong! (suddenly flaps up in front of Simba, somehow got himself managed from being smashed under the rhino) The only checking out you would do would be to check out of here. We're way beyond the boundary of the Pride Lands! And right now, we are all in very real danger.
 * Simba: Danger? Ha! I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha ha!
 * (But then more laughing is heard from inside the skull. Simba runs back and hides behind Nala and Zazu. Shenzi, Kamari and Azizi emerge from the skull's eyes and mouth)
 * Shenzi: Well, well, well. What have we got here?
 * Kamari: We weren't expecting guests…today. Would you two cubs like to stay for dinner?
 * Zazu: And quite by accident; let me assure you. A simple navigational error.
 * Shenzi: (Zazu turns to leave, but is stopped by Shenzi) Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait. I know you. You're Mufasa's little…"stooge."
 * Zazu: I, madam, am actually the king's majordomo!
 * Simba: I am the future king. You can't do anything to me.
 * Zazu: (harried) Technically, they can. We are on their land. It's time to go! (starts to try to hasten the cubs away)
 * Shenzi: What's the hurry? We'd love you to stick around for dinner.
 * Azizi: (butting in) Yeah, stay for dinner. 'Cause you look like a midnight snack!
 * Shenzi: Oh, wait, wait, wait! I got one, I got one! Make mine a "cub" sandwich! Whatcha think?
 * (Azizi jumps up and starts gesticulating and jabbering to where Simba, Nala and Zazu were)
 * Shenzi: What is it?
 * Kamari: (looking where Azizi is pointing) Hey? Did we order this dinner to go?
 * Shenzi: No, why?
 * Kamari: Because THERE IT GOES!!
 * Shenzi: Don't let them get away!
 * (They turn to see Simba, Nala and Zazu fleeing. The hyenas chase the cubs up and over the skull and the cubs slip away by sliding down the spine. They shoot off the end of the spine and land on a hillside of bones. Simba turns around and is horrified to see Nala slipping back down the pile. Simba runs bravely back and claws an enraged Shenzi across the cheek, drawing blood and distracting her while the cubs escape. From the destruction of their small den, Timon riding Pumbaa to a new unspecified location, manage themselves from the wreck of their small oasis)
 * Timon: Our dream home's around here somewhere.
 * Pumbaa: You know, Timon, I once came across a place that might be just what you're looking for. (illustrating the descriptions of the predator-free environment) Spectacular waterfalls, set in a lush tropical oasis. A scrumptious array of bugs!
 * Timon: Forget it, Pumbaa. I'm a realist, and I'm not gonna go chasing after some fantasy. I'm goin' beyond what I see.
 * Pumbaa: But if you always go beyond what you see, how do you know when you're there?
 * Timon: (impatiently) Oh, I'll tell you how I know. We're there! (gestures stubbornly at the surroundings: The Elephant Graveyard) This is a lovely spot. Lovely. Rustic. Picturesque. Home, sweet home, Pumbaa. Mm-hmm. Home, sweet ho — (a chunk of elephant skull that Timon's leaning against gives way, and he collapses inside) — Whoop! I—I mean, sure it needs a little work. But it's got good bones. After all, this is an elephant graveyard. And who would ever come to an elephant graveyard?
 * (The Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer roar precedes the arrival of Mufasa, leaping over the elephant tusk where Timon and Pumbaa had been, before diving out of the way just in time, screaming. As Mufasa rushes off stage left, Zazu flies after him. The hyenas pursue the cubs quickly and corner them in a cave)
 * Zazu: Sire, the hyenas are after the children!
 * Shenzi: (Simba lets out a medium yowl that bounces off the cave's walls) That was it? Hah. Do it again…come on.
 * Azizi: Do it again.
 * (Simba opens his mouth to roar, but the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer roar is heard. Mufasa arrives from the left on-screen and starts to attack the hyenas. Pumbaa and Timon watch wide-eyed from the sinus cavity of the elephant skull, as the shadows cast on them pantomime the scene of Mufasa beating up the hyenas)
 * Timon: (whispering, à la "The Sixth Sense") I see carnivores!
 * (Mufasa continues to hit and knock down the hyenas until they are cringing under him)
 * Mufasa: (threateningly) Silence! If you ever come near my son again…
 * Shenzi: Oh, this is…your son!?
 * Kamarii: What a second, the king? As in you know who?
 * Shenzi: No! Of course not.
 * Mufasa: You've been warned, Shenzi.
 * (Azizi gives the correct response, nodding "yes", and Mufasa lets out a roar with rage. With a gunshot sound, the hyenas disappear. A ticked off Mufasa then turns at the cubs)
 * Mufasa: (sternly) You deliberately disobeyed me.
 * Simba: Dad, I'm…I'm sorry.
 * (Mufasa leads Zazu, Simba and Nala out of the Burial Grounds, the cubs bent down in shame as the sun starts to set. Up above a ledge, Scar has been watching the events unfold from the shadows. Camera switch to out on the savanna. The cubs are still walking in a shamed manner behind Mufasa, who is still stern. Zazu is flying between)
 * Mufasa: Zazu, take Nala back to Pride Rock. I have to teach my son a lesson.
 * (The camera views the cubs. Simba crouches lower in the grass as if to hide. Zazu and Nala leave. The camera view is of Simba in the foreground with Mufasa facing away from the camera in the background)
 * Mufasa: Simba!
 * (Simba slowly turns and walks towards his father. Simba steps into a depression. Looking down he sees that his forepaw fits inside just the palmprint of his father's paw. A very tense moment for Simba as he is harshly reminded of how small and young he is compared to his father. He looks up and, quite courageously, continues to come forward)
 * Mufasa: (thinks silently for a moment, then finally turns to his son) You deliberately disobeyed me. You could have been killed. And what's worse; you put Nala in danger. Do you understand what's at stake? You jeopardized the future of our pride.
 * Simba: (conspiratorially) I was just trying to be brave like you.
 * Mufasa: I'm only brave when I have to be, where's no other choice.
 * Simba: But you're not scared of anything.
 * Mufasa: I was today. I thought I might lose you.
 * Simba: (his mood lightens) I guess even kings get scared. But you know what? I think those hyenas were even scareder.
 * Mufasa: That's 'cause nobody messes with your dad! Come here.
 * (Mufasa has bent down. He picks Simba up and starts giving him a noogie. The film's score rises as Simba and Mufasa tussle playfully for a brief while)
 * Simba: (they end up with Mufasa laid down and Simba on his head) Dad? We'll always be together, right?
 * Mufasa: Simba, let me tell you something that my father told me…look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. So whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be up there to guide you…and so will I.
 * (Camera switch from stars to Timon on yet another search for the perfect home, going stir-crazy by now. He and Pumbaa moving through the thermal-vent area where Scar lives)
 * Timon: (nervous, with a tenuous grip on reality) Beyond what you see…beyond what you see…ha ha ha ha ha! Beyond what you see…
 * Pumbaa: (hopefully) Would this be a bad time to bring up that little place I told you about?
 * Timon: Hey! This is home, sweet home, baby! (throws himself down on a steam vent, which erupts, sending him into the air before landing back on the ground) Steam is good. Steam i—i—is water. Whoo…gotta have water. You know, for the dream home. Steam home, dream home!
 * (On a different side of the den, Azizi has numerous scratches on his rear, muttering to Kamari)
 * Azizi: Mufasa is strong, like way stronger than us.
 * Kamari: (Azizi sits too close to him) Please give me some space.
 * Azizi: But you were great, but he is…ooof.
 * (Kamari barks and pounces on Azizi, abruptly ending his laughing. The two commence a brief fight. Shenzi rolls her eyes and turns to the two yelping and rolling atop each other aggressively)
 * Shenzi: Will you knock it off!
 * (Azizi appears to be chewing on Kamari's leg. Kamari sits up and points at Azizi)
 * Kamari: Well, now I know he's doing this on purpose!
 * (It is now obvious that Azizi is chewing his own leg repeatedly)
 * Shenzi: Look at you guys. No wonder we're dangling at the bottom of the food chain.
 * Kamari: The next time I see Mufasa, I'm gonna teach him a lesson he will never forget.
 * Azizi: Well, you're in luck, he's right behind ya.
 * Scar: (from his perch we saw in the Elephant Graveyard chase) Oh, surely we lions are not all that bad…
 * Shenzi: (relieved) Oh, Scar, we were afraid it was somebody important.
 * Kamari: Yeah, you know, like Mufasa.
 * Scar: (sarcastically) I see…
 * Kamari: Now that's power.
 * Shenzi: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder.
 * Scar: I'm surrounded by idiots…
 * Kamari: Not you, Scar; I mean, you're one of us. I mean, you're our pal.
 * Shenzi: Ohh, I like that. He's not king, but he's still so proper.
 * Kamari: Did you bring us anything to eat, Scar?
 * Scar: (holds out a plains zebra haunch) I don't think you really deserve this…I practically gift-wrapped those cubs for you, and you couldn't even dispose of them… (drops the leg for the hyenas to chew in)
 * Shenzi: (chewing with full mouth) Well, ya know. It wasn't exactly like they was alone, Scar.
 * Kamari: Yeah. What are we supposed to do? (swallows) Kill Mufasa?
 * Scar: ''Precisely…

Mufasa has always shown too much restraint when it comes to hunting When I am king, the mighty will be free to take whatever they want Because a hyena's belly is never full''

Mufasa is yesterday's message A clapped out, distracted regime Whose failings undoubtedly presage The need for a different dream

Yes, leonine times are a-changin' Which means that hyenas must too My vision is clear and wide-ranging And even encompasses you

So prepare for the coup of the century Prepare for the murkiest scam Meticulous planning Tenacity spanning Decades of denial Is simply why I'll Be king undisputed Respected, saluted And seen for the wonder I am

Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared Be prepared ''Be prepared! Be prepared!'' ''Be prepared! Be prepared!'' Be prepared Be prepared Disgraced my pride, I'm scared to go home No one to turn to, so alone Where do I belong? Wish I could change this reality What does my mother think about me? I'm lost and have no family Where do I belong? I belong What a wonderful phrase Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passin' craze It means "No Worries" For the rest of your days It's our problem-free philosophy Hakuna Matata!
 * (Scar's clan of hyenas assemble into a Nazi-esque quadrangle with him standing in place for Adolf Hitler. The goose-stepping hyenas march across the area where Timon and Pumbaa are)
 * Timon: Somethin' tells me this ain't the traveling company of Riverdance.
 * (Timon and Pumbaa start to "Riverdance" out of the boiler room and make their way out of the Elephant Graveyard. Throughout the next verses, the hyenas are in tight, crisp phrasing and diction. Scar motions a slice across the neck. The entire horde of hyenas joins in dancing boisterously, leaping along the tops of rock pillars, shaking animal skeletons in the light, and Azizi plays a rib cage/xylophone)
 * Hyenas: (chanting) Be prepared! Be prepared!
 * Scar: Be prepared
 * Hyenas: (chanting) Be prepared! Be prepared!
 * Scar: Be prepared
 * Hyenas: (chanting) Be prepared! Be prepared!
 * Scar: Be prepared
 * All: Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared
 * (Close with a fill-in and a fade-out against the crescent moon. Drum roll rises to a crash coinciding with the panoramic opening of the next scene)
 * (The next morning, Timon is finally given some fresh air, but he and Pumbaa are still searching for the dream home)
 * Timon: Beyond what you see…beyond what you — hey, how am I supposed to look beyond what I see beyond that?
 * (It reveals Timon looking straight at Pumbaa's butt)
 * Pumbaa: Huh? Oh, sorry.
 * (Pumbaa moves aside to reveal the gorge in all its splendor. Zoom inside the gorge with Simba underneath the tree, with Scar watching him)
 * Scar: Now, you wait here. Your father has a marvelous surprise for you.
 * Simba: My Dad was pretty upset with me.
 * Scar: If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?
 * Simba: All the way up there?
 * Scar: You are such a naughty boy! This is just for you and your daddy. You know, a sort of father-son thing…I'd better go get him.
 * Simba: I'll go with you.
 * Scar: (regaining composure) No. Just…stay on this rock. You wouldn't want to end up in another mess like you did with the hyenas…Simba, everybody knows about that. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh? (puts a paw on Simba's shoulder) Oh…and just between us, you might want to work on that little roar of yours, hmm?
 * Simba: (Scar pats Simba's head roughly, then moves off) Hey, Uncle Scar? Dad will be so proud, won't he?
 * Scar: Simba, it's To Die For!
 * (The camera slowly pans up the side of the gorge away from Scar and Simba. After a distance of rock, we reach the edge and view on the plain a very large herd of blue wildebeests. The size of the herd comes across with a striking computer-generated parallax pan. The camera then focuses in on the hyenas, who are waiting off of the edge of the herd, hidden under a rock arch. Camera switch back to Simba. He roars, which echoes around the canyon. He lifts his ears to relish the echo. A Jackson's chameleon walks past Simba. He growls at it, although the chameleon has no reaction to this first attempt. Simba then jumps down and tries again. For the third attempt, Simba moves closer again and inhales deeply. The chameleon skitters off-screen and Simba's roar echoes again. The echo is soon eclipsed, however, by a low rumble. He looks down and sees pebbles jumping. The herd comes over the lip of the gorge. Simba gasps in terrify, then takes off in front of the herd, that are being driven by the hyenas, nipping at their heels, down over the edge. Several yards away from the stampede, Timon is trudging along the parched floor of the gorge with Pumbaa)
 * Timon: What this place lacks in water and shade, it makes up for with searing heat and blinding sunshine. Home, sweet home, Pumbaa! (whimpers a little with desperation, just as they feel the ground begins to rumble)
 * Pumbaa: (with a leisurely tone) Shall we run for our lives?
 * Timon: Oh, yes, let's.
 * (The two scream and soon take off in front of the herd of wildebeests. Cut back to Zazu with Mufasa on a short distance from the gorge, witnessing the sound of the wildebeests running)
 * Zazu: Oh, look sire; the herd is on the move.
 * Mufasa: Odd…
 * (Scar then arrives "out of breath")
 * Scar: Mufasa. Quick. Stampede. In the gorge. Simba's down there!
 * Mufasa: Simba?!
 * (Running from the herd, Simba passes through some of the incoming wildebeests, climbs up and then clings to a tree. Zazu flies ahead of Mufasa and Scar, down into the gorge and spots Simba)
 * Zazu: Hold on! Your father's on the way!
 * (Mufasa and Scar are on the lower ledges of the gorge. Zazu flies back and points to where Simba is)
 * Zazu: There he is! On that tree!
 * Mufasa: I'm coming, Simba! Hold on! (runs out into the herd, joining the stampede)
 * Zazu: Oh, Scar, this is awful. I'll go back for help, that's what I'll do! I'll go back for he —
 * (Scar backhands Zazu into a rock wall, knocking him out. Mufasa runs with the herd until slightly past the tree. He whips around the front of some wildebeest and runs into the herd towards Simba's tree. He gets rammed head-first once, throwing him to the ground. A wildebeest hits a branch of the tree, throwing a shrieking Simba into the air. Mufasa gets up in time to catch Simba in the air with his mouth. Scar then follows Mufasa's progress from the lip of the gorge, his shadow cast mysteriously from the bottom of the gorge. Mufasa gets hit again and accidentally throws Simba; he dodges a few oncoming wildebeest. Mufasa runs by with the herd and grabs Simba. He jumps up to a near rock ledge and sets Simba down, but is immediately struck by a wildebeest and carried off into the stampede. Simba watches in horror as he cannot find his father in the swirling mass of wildebeest below him. At the last second, Mufasa leaps out of the herd and starts to climb with great difficulty up the sheer rock slope. Simba turns and starts to climb up to the top of the gorge. Out of Simba's sight, Mufasa reaches a point right below a ledge where he can't climb due to the steepness. His claws are scraping and his back paws have no traction. Above him on the ledge is Scar)
 * Mufasa: Scar! Brother! Help me!
 * (Scar looks disdainfully down, and then suddenly latches Mufasa's forepaws with claws extended. Mufasa roars, primarily from the sudden pain of Scar's claws, but no doubt also due to the sudden flash of realization. His expression slowly changes to one of horror as he recognizes Scar's intent)
 * Scar: Long…live…THE KING!!
 * (Scar throws his brother backwards. Mufasa free-falls, back first. The camera follows Mufasa down from under him, then from above him, showing the stampede raging below. No view of Mufasa being hit by the herd. Camera suddenly focuses in on Simba, who is watching his father hit the ground. On the other side of the gorge, Timon and Pumbaa hold onto a wildebeest's head for dear life, then see the herd separate to reveal a cliff's edge)
 * Pumbaa: Hang on, Timon!
 * Timon: This is it! Good-bye, cruel world!
 * (The wildebeest screeches to a halt at the edge of the cliff, pitching Timon and Pumbaa off in slow motion, low-pitched screaming. After a few midair tumbles, however, now back at normal speed, they land lightly in a slow-moving river. Timon lands before standing on Pumbaa's belly)
 * Timon: That wasn't so bad. You can't knock old Timon down that easy! Yeah. Bring it on!
 * (The duo notice an increasing roar of rushing water)
 * Timon: Pumbaa? Question: is it possible to fall off the edge of the earth?
 * Pumbaa: Technically, no. The earth is round like a sphere, Timon; so it doesn't actually have an edge.
 * (The camera pulls back once, twice, three times to reveal…an absurdly high 500 feet waterfall. The duo hurtle over the edge and plummet down. Back at the gorge, Simba finally finds Mufasa, laying on his side. He is not moving or breathing. Simba approaches the deceased body of his father)
 * Simba: (rubs up against Mufasa's cheek. The head merely rolls back in place after the rub) Come on, wake up.
 * (Simba places both forepaws on his father's cheek and pushes. He tugs at Mufasa's ear. Again, the head limply moves back in place. Simba runs off a bit, obviously very scared)
 * Simba: Help! Somebody, help!
 * (Simba turns back to the body. He nuzzles up under the limp paw so that his father is embracing him. The re-enhanced "This Land" theme gives way to a series of ominous chords as Scar advances through the dust)
 * Scar: What have you done?
 * Simba: It was a stampede and he tried to save me…it was an accident, I…I didn't mean for it to happen.
 * (Simba sobs even harder, and Scar embraces him, fainting consolation. Simba hides his face on Scar's foreleg)
 * Scar: (yet still distant) Of course you didn't. No one…ever means for these things to happen…but the king is dead. And if it weren't for you, he'd still be alive. Oh! What will your mother think?
 * Simba: (sniffing) What am I going to do?
 * Scar: Run. Run away and never return!
 * (Simba runs for the edge of the gorge blindly, obviously broken as the sun begins to set. The hyenas approach Scar from behind, who is standing motionless. Scar now speaks to the hyenas)
 * Scar: Kill him.
 * (The hyenas race after Simba, who reaches the end of the gorge, looks back and sees the hyenas. He climbs up the cliff, and Kamari swipes at him, but misses. Simba then reaches the edge of the plateau, looks back again and sees the hyenas chasing him. With no other choice, Simba jumps off the plateau, and into a thicket of thorns. Noticing them, Kamari skids extensively, managing to stop just above the brambles. Shenzi and Azizi suddenly ram into Kamari, which sends him flying into the thicket. He comes out with thorns on his backside, and Shenzi and Azizi laugh at Banzai, while he comes back up on the gorge)
 * Shenzi: (teasing) There ain't no way I'm goin' in there. What, you want me to come out lookin' like you, Cactus-Butt?
 * Kamari: (plucks several thorns from his skin and spits them onto Azizi's nose) No little cub could survive that fall.
 * Shenzi: Well, he's as good as dead out there anyway. And if he comes back, we'll kill him.
 * Azizi: Uh-huh. It's perfect, 'cuz I am starvin'.
 * (As Simba is still running into the desert, the hyenas make their way back to the Pride Lands)
 * (Camera dissolve to Scar addressing the lionesses by the moon on Pride Rock a eulogy for both Mufasa and Simba. The lionesses (including Sarafina), with Zazu, are comforting Sarabi, who bends her head in extreme pain. Nala is crying on Serafina's leg)
 * Scar: Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy; but to lose Simba…who had barely begun to live…for me, it is a deep personal loss. And so, it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. Yet, out of the ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise to greet the dawning of a new era in which lion and hyena come together, in a great and glorious future!
 * (As the hyenas emerge, casting eerie green shadows and laughing hollowly, he ascends Pride Rock. The camera pans to Rafiki, who shakes his head in deep pan. The scene changes with Rafiki in the same position in his baobab tree. Rafiki wipes away a tear, and reaches up and rubs his hand across the cub painting, smearing it. Dissolve back to the river's edge where Pumbaa emerges out, gasping for air. Timon is seen clutched onto Pumbaa's tail. Pumbaa collapses and coughs out some water. He hears Timon groaning, who is lying on the beach clutching a lily in a classic death pose. Mournful violin music swells in)
 * JD McCrary: My life feels empty now that you're gone
 * Timon: I give up!
 * Pumbaa: But you can't give up! We still haven't found our dream home.
 * Timon: Forget it, Pumbaa. I've been dragging you down long enough. I'm going home…and I suggest you do the same.
 * Pumbaa: Oh, I would if I could, but I can't.
 * Timon: Oh, sure you can, buddy. I won't stop you.
 * Pumbaa: No, I mean…I don't have a home…
 * Timon: You don't? What happened — are you lost? (Pumbaa shakes his head, his snout flapping side to side) No place good enough for ya? (Pumbaa shakes again) What, you're all alone in this big empty world?
 * (Pumbaa turns to face Timon, with huge dewy eyes. This is where Timon realizes the truth. Pumbaa's special power also drove away his own family, where it forced him to be alone)
 * Timon: Truth is…I'm all alone too. (takes Pumbaa's foreleg) Pumbaa, you're the only friend I've ever had. And friends stick together to the end.
 * (The two gaze at each other. Timon's reflection appears in Pumbaa's eyes as the music swells. Dissolve to the two of them asleep on the beach; gradually the scene changes to daylight)
 * Timon: (wakes up, cracks his back, and stretches) Uhh! Uhh! Ooh! Aw, well. It's too bad we never found that perfect place. Why'd we ever listen to that stupid monkey?
 * Pumbaa: (wakes with a shock at what he sees) I think maybe you're giving up too soon, Timon. (turns Timon's head around to face what he sees, triumphantly) Remember that place I told you about?
 * (The camera rotates to show a gorgeous jungle panorama: waterfalls, woods, distant mountains, lush lakes and rivers)
 * Timon: Forget about your place. Get a load of what I found! Talk about "beyond what you see"! (Samba music plays) Pumbaa, this is our dream home! (pulls aside vines to demonstrate) Dramatic views! (pulls vines taut for Pumbaa to swing in them) Your very own porch swing! (the two of them relax in a pool which is bubbling merrily) Hot tub and spa! (pulls open a tree to reveal dozens of bugs) A well-stocked bug cupboard!
 * Pumbaa: (wearing a chef's hat of leaves, and stacking bugs on a skewer) I'll just whip up my uncle Boris'.
 * Timon: (relaxing on a vine stretched across the water) The monkey was right. We found it: The perfect life. (dives into the water, then emerges out of the water to dry himself with a leaf) He had the perfect name for it, too. (sits on a rock) Such a wonderful phrase. It had this rhythm: Ladooda Ladada…
 * Pumbaa: (holding out a leaf-dish) Try this…Hot Tuna Frittata.
 * Timon: (not paying attention) Hmm. No, that's not it.
 * Pumbaa: (adding another bowl of bugs) The spinach armada.
 * Timon: Quiet, Pumbaa. I'm trying to think.
 * Pumbaa: (setting out a bowl of bug-mush) A spoon of ricotta.
 * Timon: Two words…
 * Pumbaa: (another dish) A wormy piccata.
 * Timon: Six syllables.
 * Pumbaa: (yet another) Kahuna colada.
 * Timon: Twelve letters.
 * Pumbaa: (another) A blue enchilada.
 * Timon: Rhymes with…
 * Pumbaa: (another) Legumes on a platter.
 * Timon: (tapping his head) Think, think, think…
 * Pumbaa: (poking at one of the dishes) This oughtta be hotter.
 * Timon: (desperate) I forget!
 * Pumbaa: I gotta lambada! (starts dancing, trotting sideways, until he bumps into Timon)
 * Timon: (grabs Pumbaa's snout and starts yelling) Hey!! How can you dance at a time like this? I'm dyin' here! (realizing he's gone a bit too far, Timon lets go and backs off) Sorry about that, pal.
 * Pumbaa: (nonchalantly) Hakuna Matata.
 * Timon: Come again?
 * Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata. It means "No Worries" — Ohhh!
 * (Epiphany music plays, hinting at "Hakuna Matata". Wipe to the two of them swinging on vines into the water. It shows a montage of Timon and Pumbaa enjoying their carefree life: the two lying on their backs looking at the stars, having snail beers, charging through the jungle, bungee-jumping on jungle vines, parachuting on leaves and soaring in the sky with a flock of birds, slurping up a long worm and ending in a kiss as in "Lady and the Tramp". It becomes a chant as they shuffle along the now-famous log, dancing and singing. Meanwhile, a ladybug hops across to the beat of the music)
 * Both: Hakuna Matata!

Hakuna Matata Hakuna Matata Hakuna Matata Hakuna Matata Hakuna Matata Hakuna Matata… What a wonderful phrase It ain't no passing craze For the rest of your days It's our problem-free philosophy Hakuna Matata! When he was a young warthog… He could clear the savanna after every meal And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind And, oh, the shame Ev'rytime that I…far…ted—? What a wonderful phrase Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze For the rest of your days Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata! (Hakuna! Matata! Hakuna! Matata!) Hakuna Matata, yeah (Hakuna! Matata! Hakuna! Matata!) Hakuna Matata, oh, ah (Hakuna! Matata! Hakuna! Matata!) Hakuna Matata! Diddely-dee-dee There they are a-standing in a row… Some as big as your head Sunrise, sunset Sunrise, sunset Swiftly fly the years One season following another Laden with happiness and tears Awiiiii-ii-ii-ii-Awimbawe
 * (Sudden cut to a close-up of Ma)
 * Ma: Ha-huna Ma-what-a?
 * (Rafiki is talking to Ma under the meerkats' tree by the rock)
 * Rafiki: (chuckles) It means "No Worries."
 * Ma: I see.
 * Rafiki: So I told the boy: to find Hakuna Matata, you must look beyond what you see.
 * Ma: A metaphor… (suddenly clocks Rafiki in the head with his own staff) You used a metaphor on Timon?! He takes things literally! (panicking) That's it. He's starving out there. I just know it! Max! Timon's out there, chasing metaphors. I've gotta go find him!
 * (Unwilling to go, he calls from inside a hole, which shakes the ground)
 * Max: ARE YOU NUTS?!
 * Ma: (sarcastically to Rafiki) Nice to have a supportive family, isn't it? Well…here I go.
 * Rafiki: Remember: the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step.
 * Ma: Thanks. Here's my first step: (lands squarely onto Rafiki's foot)
 * (Camera cuts to Timon screaming instead of Rafiki. Pumbaa is pulling quills out of Timon's butt with his teeth; Pumbaa plucks out one and Timon screams again)
 * Pumbaa: (speaking through the quill) Guess bowling for porcupines… (spits the quill out) …wasn't the best idea, huh?
 * Timon: Yeah. Gotta be right up there for bobbing for snapping turtles. (Pumbaa plucks out another quill) Aah ha ha ha ha hoo!
 * Pumbaa: (under his breath) Ohhh, that's gonna leave a mark.
 * (Just then, after hearing the sounds of vultures in the distance, he spits the quill out. Pumbaa then walks to the right to see vultures circling around their prey)
 * Pumbaa: Hey, look Timon. Buzzards! What do you say? One more round?
 * Timon: One more run won't change our lives!
 * (Cut to a different view of the desert where Simba has fainted onto the desert floor. The vultures then start circling around him. Timon, riding Pumbaa, appears and dives into the midst of the vultures. They slap and kick them all away as Timon hops off of Pumbaa)
 * Timon: Get out, get out, get out of here!
 * Pumbaa: I love this! Bowling for buzzards. (then Pumbaa notices what the scavengers have left behind) Uh-oh. Hey Timon. You better come look. I think it's still alive.
 * Timon: (approaches cautiously) What have we got here? (tries to lift Simba's paw. He can't. He gets under it and with a great push gets it above his head before seeing Simba's face) Geez! It's a lion! Run, Pumbaa! Move it!
 * (Timon scrambles onto Pumbaa's back for safety, but Pumbaa isn't afraid)
 * Pumbaa: Timon, it's just a little lion. Look at him. He's so cute, and all alone. Can we keep him?
 * Timon: Pumbaa, are you nuts? We're talking about a lion. Lions eat guys like us!
 * Pumbaa: (leans over to regard Simba, but accidentally dumps Timon from his head) But he's so little.
 * Timon: He's gonna get bigger!
 * Pumbaa: (seen from Timon's point-of-view on the ground, with a huge snout) Maybe he'll be on our side.
 * Timon: Hey! I got it! What if he's on our side? You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea!
 * Pumbaa: So, we're keeping 'im?
 * Timon: Of course! Who's the brains in this outfit?
 * Pumbaa: Uhhh…
 * Timon: My point exactly. Geez, I'm fried. Let's get out of here and find some shade.
 * (Pumbaa clearly ignores Timon's warning. He lowers himself down to scoop Simba up on his tusks, then trots off carrying Simba to a safer place. Once settled, Pumbaa and Timon watch Simba opening his eyes near their pool of water and the oasis. Timon leans in closer)
 * Timon: You okay, kid?
 * Simba: Who are you?
 * Timon: I'm Timon. I saved you. Well, Pumbaa helped. A little.
 * Simba: It doesn't matter. (heads off quietly back out towards the desert)
 * Timon: (turns to Pumbaa) Gee. He looks blue.
 * Pumbaa: I'd say brownish-gold.
 * Timon: No, no, no. I mean he's depressed.
 * Pumbaa: (trots up next to Simba) What did you do, kid?
 * Simba: I did something terrible. But I don't wanna talk about it.
 * Timon: Good. We don't wanna hear about it.
 * Pumbaa: Come on, Timon. (to Simba) Anything we can do?
 * Simba: Not, unless you can change the past.
 * Timon: Look, kid. Bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it, right?
 * Simba: Right.
 * Timon: (pokes Simba's nose) Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.
 * Simba: Well, that's not what I was taught.
 * Timon: Then maybe you need a new lesson. Repeat after me. Hakuna Matata!
 * Simba: (still lethargic) What?
 * Pumbaa: (slowly pronouncing) Ha-ku-na Ma-ta-ta. It means "No Worries."
 * Timon: Hakuna Matata!
 * Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata!
 * (Timon pulls Simba over to a green bush to lean back on it and he fills down one of his claws. They are companied by numerous neighboring animals of the jungle: a bushbaby, an elephant shrew, a guinea fowl, an aardvark, a bat-eared fox, and two klipspringers)
 * Both: It means "No Worries"
 * Simba: Hakuna Matata?
 * Pumbaa: Yeah, it's our motto.
 * Simba: What's a motto?
 * Timon: Nothin', what's-a-motto-with-you?
 * Pumbaa: You know, kid, these two words will solve all your problems.
 * Timon: Take Pumbaa for example.
 * Pumbaa: (Italian countertenor range) WHEN I WAS A YOUNG WARTHOOOOG!!!
 * Timon: (peevishly) Very nice.
 * Pumbaa: Thanks!
 * Timon: He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal
 * Pumbaa: I'm a sensitive soul, although I seem thick-skinned
 * Timon: He was ashamed!
 * Pumbaa: I thoughta changin' my name!
 * Timon: Oh, what's in a name?
 * Pumbaa: And I got downhearted!
 * Timon: Pumbaa! Not in front of the kid!
 * Pumbaa: Oh…sorry…
 * (String pizzicato. Simba looks surprised. Timon hoists Pumbaa into a vine loop above his head, where he begins swinging)
 * Both: Hakuna Matata!
 * (After becoming more and more enthusiastic, Simba finally joins in singing. A spotlight shines on him)
 * Simba: It means "No Worries"
 * Timon: Yeah, sing it, kid!
 * All three: It's our problem-free philosophy
 * (Timon pulls back a fern leaf, revealing the jungle. Waterfalls and rugged terrain make a beautiful view. Harp runs accentuate the scene. Simba lets out a huge grin)
 * Timon: Welcome to our humble home.
 * Simba: You live here?
 * Timon: Well, we live wherever we want.
 * Pumbaa: Yep. Home is where your rump rests. Heh!
 * Simba: It's beautiful.
 * Timon: Everyone, this is Simba!
 * Guinea fowl: That, my friend, is a lion.
 * Bush baby: What about food? Have you thought about feeding that thing?
 * Simba: Yeah, I'm starved. I could eat a whole zebra.
 * (Timon is rather disturbed by Simba's want for meat — a little bit taken aback and a little bit "I-knew-this-would-happen")
 * Timon: We're fresh out of zebra. Listen, kid. If you live with us, you have to eat like us.
 * Elephant shrew: And most importantly, not eat us!
 * Timon: Hey, this looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub.
 * (Timon has stopped in front of a log. Pumbaa forces it up with his snout. Inside the log reveals many insects and beetles)
 * Elephant shrew: This one's got some nuttiness!
 * Timon: (eating, mouth full) Mmmm. Tastes like chicken!
 * (As the bat-eared fox and a galago leap in for eating the grubs, Pumbaa slurps up a large earthworm from the ground)
 * Pumbaa: Slimy, yet satisfying.
 * Timon: (grabbing a red beetle from an ant hill which two oxpeckers and the galago are joined for a praying mantis and a millipede) These are rare delicacies. Mmmm… (crunching the beetle) Piquant, with a very pleasant crunch.
 * Pumbaa: (mouthful of bugs, to Simba) You'll learn to love 'em!
 * (Timon is collecting bugs on a leaf. He pokes his hand into a knothole — leading many bugs scrambling out. The elephant shrew is riding on the back of the pigeon for hunting bugs as well)
 * Timon: I'm telling ya, kid. This is the great life. No rules. No responsibilities. Oooh! — The little cream-filled kind! (munches a green beetle and offers the leaf to Simba) And best of all, no worries. Well, kid?
 * Simba: (he grabs the red grub from the leaf) Oh, well. Hakuna Matata. (Simba slurps the grub, then swallows it indisposed. He then starts to look a little more cheerful) … Slimy, yet satisfying.
 * Timon: (excitedly) That's it!
 * (In the months that follow, Timon and Pumbaa teach Simba to swing from a vine over the water and ride down a waterfall. They play together in the jungle and turn their backs on the world. Hakuna Matata. Tata! At nighttime, Simba has put a foreleg around Timon and pulled him up tight against him like a stuffed animal. Sleeping on Pumbaa, Simba is dreaming of his possible future, which reveals him as a young adult, his mate Nala, their daughter Kiara, her younger brother Kion, Timon, Pumbaa, their honey badger nephew Bunga, a cheetah named Fuli, an egret named Ono and a hippopotamus named Beshte performing at the elephants' concert in Mizimu Grove)
 * Simba: Hakuna Matata!
 * Timon: What a wonderful phrase
 * Bunga: Hakuna Matata!
 * Pumbaa: Ain't no passing craze
 * Simba and Kion: It means "No Worries"
 * Simba and Kiara: For the rest of your days
 * Simba / Timon / Pumbaa / Nala / Kiara / Kion / Bunga / Fuli / Ono / Beshte: It's our problem-free philosophy
 * Simba and Kion: It means "No Worries"
 * Simba and Kiara: For the rest of your days (Hakuna! Matata! Hakuna! Matata!)
 * Simba / Timon / Pumbaa / Nala / Kiara / Kion / Bunga / Fuli / Ono / Beshte: It's our problem-free philosophy
 * (Dissolve to a far view of Pride Rock. Almost all of the coloring is in gray. Most of the plants and trees appear to be dead. The scene switches to a view of Zazu and Scar. Zazu is in a cage made of an animal's ribcage, singing. Scar is laying out on a rock picking his teeth with a bone)
 * Zazu: Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. Nobody knows my sorrow…
 * Scar: Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. (he tosses the bone at Zazu and it clatters against the cage) Sing something with a little…bounce in it!
 * Zazu: It's a small world after all —
 * Scar: NO! No! Anything but that.
 * Zazu: I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts
 * (Scar is enjoying this, starts to join in, and picks a meerkat skull, playing with it as a puppet)
 * Both: Big ones, small ones
 * Kamari: (offstage) Hey, boss!
 * Scar: Oooh, what is it this time?
 * Azizi: We got a bone to pick with you!
 * Shenzi: I'll handle this. (to Scar) There's no food, no water.
 * Kamari: There's so much…fluff.
 * Scar: (exasperated) Oh, it's the lionesses' job to do the hunting… (makes a helpless gesture)
 * Kamari: Yeah, but they won't go hunt.
 * Scar: Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All you need is a little garnish.
 * Zazu: (to himself) I would never have had to do this for Mufasa.
 * Scar: (in sudden anger) What!?! What did you say?!
 * Zazu: Oh, nothing!
 * Scar: You know the law! Never, ever mention that name in my presence. I am THE KING!
 * (Scar shoves his muzzle between the ribs of Zazu's cage and the force of his breath hurtles the hornbill up against the wall)
 * Kamari: (whispering to Shenzi) I thought things were bad under Mufasa.
 * Scar: (angered again) What did you say?!
 * Kamari: (Shenzi whacks Banzai) I said, uh — Qué Pasa?
 * Scar: Good. Now, get out!
 * Azizi: (the hyenas start out but then pause) Yeah, but we're still starving.
 * Kamari: I guess we'll have to eat you instead.
 * Scar: (forcefully) OUT!!!!!!!
 * (The trio of hyenas run off. The next morning in the jungle, the sun rises through the trees. Timon, Pumbaa and Simba are still snoring, in the same pose — but Simba is now an adolescent, easily larger than Pumbaa. He wakes, yawns, and stretches, showing impressive teeth and claws)
 * Timon: (curls up and tries to go back to sleep) Whoa! Watch where you aim that morning breath. That should come with a warning label. Whoo, what a wake-up call!
 * Simba: (patronizing) Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the warthog. What's the matter, pops? Had a little too much Hakuna Matata?
 * Timon: Sonny boy, I invented Hakuna Matata.
 * Simba: Oh, yeah? Well, I perfected it!
 * Timon: Sure you did. Sure you did. Pumbaa, who holds the record for the world's longest bug belch?
 * Pumbaa: That would be Simba.
 * Timon: (mildly) All righty, then. Who's the champion at slug swallowing?
 * Pumbaa: Simba again.
 * Timon: (sits bolt upright) Cricket crunching?
 * Pumbaa: Simba.
 * Timon: Grub gulping?
 * Pumbaa: Simba.
 * Timon: Maggot munching?
 * Pumbaa: Still Simba.
 * Timon: (sweating, in trepidation) Snail slurping?!
 * Pumbaa: Oh…uh…nobody. We never had a snail eating contest before.
 * (Cut to a snail in silhouette in the jungle. The sun creates a lens-flare wash to Simba and Timon facing off over a monstrous pile of snails. They narrow their eyes at each other in turn, then both flex their paws like gunslingers. Pumbaa is seen cowering in the bushes)
 * Pumbaa: I don't think this is such a good idea.
 * (Simba grabs a snail and slurps it straight out of its shell, leaving slime all over his chin. He slams the shell down and leers at Timon, who yawns theatrically, then slurps down a snail of his own and folds his arms defiantly. Simba raises a paw with four snails, which he slurps down rapid-fire one after the other, then tosses the shells down and grins devilishly. Timon stares back in amazement, his eye twitching, then he swallows four of his own, swats away the shells, and grins a trifle insanely, breathing hard. Cut to Pumbaa in the bushes, looking at one and then the other like in a tennis match, as we hear slurps from one side and then the other in rapid succession. Finally he sinks down in trepidation, and the camera switches back to Simba and Timon slumped against opposite ends of the rock, only one snail left in front of each of them. In extreme perspective, Simba reaches for the last one, groans and shudders, then slurps it down. He belches loudly, then tosses the shell away with a drunken smirk. Timon picks up his last one, his belly bulging out over the edge of the rock. The snail in his hands morphs into Pumbaa, staring back at him)
 * Pumbaa / Snail: I told you this wasn't such a good idea!
 * (Timon suddenly gags, covers his mouth, totters, and collapses. The snail shell flies up into the air, lands, clatters to a halt, and the snail inside pops out and scoots away. The camera trucks back vertically away from Timon, passed out and bloated on the ground next to the pile of shells)
 * Pumbaa: Thus did the pupil surpass the teacher. (he walks slowly up to Timon and helps him up with a tusk)
 * Timon: (watching Simba swaggering away to go into a hot tub) Our Simba is growing up. (Timon and Pumbaa stare after the teenage lion for a beat) Is this the little boy I carried?
 * Pumbaa: When did he grow to be so tall?
 * Both: Wasn't it yesterday when he was small?
 * (This event turns out to be a flashback. For now, Timon, then Pumbaa, and finally a full-grown Simba with a mane fly into the air, trampolining off a bunch of hanging vines. All three bounce into the air again, and Simba grabs the other two in a midair embrace. The three of them lie on their backs looking up at the stars [no doubt, discussing cosmology]; dissolve to the three of them hanging from vines, Simba gently pushing the others so they swing. Finally, dissolve to Simba in the bubbling hot-tub pool where Timon and Pumbaa join in. Timon approaches, wearing a leaf around his middle. He tosses the leaf away, dabs a toe in the water, and eases himself in)
 * Timon: Ahhhh. Just what the doctor ordered.
 * Pumbaa: Yep. After a long day of doing nothing, it's good to kick back.
 * Simba: Three pals and no worries. What more could you want?
 * (The three sigh contentedly. They relax silently for a beat)
 * Pumbaa: (yawning luxuriantly and scratching himself) Aaah-hhh-hh. Think I'll turn in for the night.
 * (Pumbaa slowly climbs out. The fart-powered bubbles immediately stop. Realization dawns on Simba and Timon, watching Pumbaa's retreating rump. They stare at the water in horror until they scurry out of the water)
 * Timon: I'm out.
 * Simba: Right behind you.
 * (Cut to a view of the waterfall at night. The three start to have a belching contest. The last one is a monstrous belch reverberating across the landscape. The camera switches to Timon, Pumbaa, and Simba lying on their backs looking at the stars)
 * Timon: Nice one.
 * Simba: Heh, thanks. Man, I'm stuffed.
 * Pumbaa: Me, too. I ate like a pig!
 * Simba: Pumbaa, you are a pig…
 * Pumbaa: (after a short silence, he turns to Timon) Ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?
 * Timon: Fireflies that uh…got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing.
 * Pumbaa: Oh. Gee. I always thought that they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away. Simba, what do you think?
 * Simba: (reluctantly) Well…somebody once told me that the great Kings of the past are up there — watching over us.
 * Timon: You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? (tries to keep composure, then Timon breaks out laughing and Pumbaa joins in) Who told you something like that!? What mook made that up?!
 * (Simba briefly smiles, but then grimaces. Later that night, Simba walks out on a ledge, looks at the stars, then collapses to lay on the edge of the ledge. Milkweed floss is stirred into the air by his flop. The camera follows its path, crossing the desert. Rafiki's hand appears and snatches it out of the air. He sniffs it, grunts, and bounds down into his tree. He pours the milkweed into a turtle shell, sifts it around, and then eats from the same kind of fruit he anointed Simba with. Examining the milkweed floss again, realization dawns on the mandrill's face)
 * Rafiki: Simba? He's — he's alive? He, he — he's alive!!
 * (Laughing with delight, Rafiki grabs his staff, and hand-draws a mane on the smeared image of Simba on the wall)
 * Rafiki: It is time!
 * (Zooms in on the painting to dissolve into the next scene. In a fantastic view of the jungle, a flock of kingfishers and grey parrots land on branches and move their heads to the beat of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight". Timon with Pumbaa sing the familiar bass to the song. The galago, the bat-eared fox, two klipspringers, an aardvark, and the elephant shrew, who is playing his nose like a trumpet, join in as they walk towards the camera)
 * Pumbaa: Awimbawe, Awimbawe (etc…)
 * Timon: Awiiiii-ii-ii-ii-Awimbawe

In the jungle The mighty jungle The lion sleeps tonight In the jungle The quiet jungle The lion sleeps tonight

Awiiiii-ii-ii-ii-Awimbawe Awiiiii-ii-ii-ii-Awimbawe

Near the village The peaceful village The lion sleeps tonight Near the village The quiet village The lion sleeps tonight

Awiiiii-ii-ii-ii-Awimbawe Awiiiii-ii-ii-ii — I can see what's happening Our trio's down to two (back to normal, but still sarcastic) There's magic everywhere And with all this romantic atmosphere, Disaster's in the air (spoken) This is a disaster, Pumbaa. A disaster, I tell ya! The peace the evening brings? The world, for once, in perfect harmony With all its living things But how to make her see The truth about my past? Impossible! She'd turn away from me But what? I can't decide Why won't he be the king I know he is? The king I see inside? The peace the evening brings? The world, for once, in perfect harmony With all its living things?
 * (Interrupted at mid-song, a young lioness leaps in. Pumbaa shrieks, and the jungle animals run off in hot pursuit)
 * Pumbaa: SHE'S GONNA EAT ME!!!!
 * (Timon is rushing deeper where Pumbaa's voice is heard)
 * Timon: Pumbaa! Pumbaa!
 * (Pumbaa gets stuck under the root of a tree by trying to squeeze through, and squeals in fear. The lioness charges at full speed towards them. Timon gets down and tries to help push Pumbaa out from under the root)
 * Timon: WHOA! Jeez! Why do I always have to save your — AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
 * (Timon sees the lioness was about to close on Pumbaa and he is in the line of attack. At the last minute, Simba bounds over Pumbaa and catches the lioness head on at full force. They start fighting savagely)
 * Pumbaa: (to Pumbaa) Don't worry, buddy. I'm here for ya. Everything's gonna be okay. (to Simba) Get her! Bite her head! Go for the jugular! The jugular!
 * (The lions tangle for a bit more. The fight becomes a wrestling; the lioness flips Simba and pins him with a loud THUMP. Simba is startled by this; the lioness is still baring her teeth. Simba, however, is very surprised and no longer threatening)
 * Simba: Nala? Is it really you?
 * Nala: (immediately backs off and looks at Simba, examining him) Who are you?
 * Simba: It's me! Simba!
 * (Simba and Nala are very enthusiastic; they run together and greet each other. The greetings are enthused and run over each other. Timon looks completely baffled by this sudden change)
 * Nala: Well, how did you…where did you come from…it's great to see you —
 * Simba: Aaah! How did you…who…This is cool…it's great to see you —
 * Timon: (after using some snail slime to free Pumbaa out from the root) Hey! What's goin' on here?
 * Simba: (still to Nala) What are you doing here?
 * Nala: What do you mean, "What am I doing here?" What are you doing here?
 * Timon: HEY!! WHAT'S GOIN' ON HERE?!?!?
 * Simba: This is Nala; she's my best friend.
 * Nala: (disbelieved) Wait 'til everybody finds out you've been here all this time. And your mother…what will she think? Everyone thinks you're dead. Scar told us about the stampede.
 * (Bowing his head sadly, Simba begins to realize something)
 * Simba: What else did he tell you?
 * Nala: What else matters? You're alive. And that means you're the king.
 * Timon: (astonished) Lady, have you got your lions crossed.
 * (Feeling awestruck, Pumbaa bows respectfully, then noisily kisses Simba's paw)
 * Pumbaa: I gravel at your feet.
 * Timon: It's not "gravel". It's "grovel"! And don't! He's not the king. Are you?
 * Simba: No, I'm not the king. Maybe I was gonna be, but that was a long time ago. (leaves)
 * Nala: (wanting to speak alone) Could you guys excuse us for a few minutes?
 * Timon: (aghast, then resigned) It starts. You think you know a guy…
 * (Nala has her head bowed down sadly, and her eyes well up with tears)
 * Nala: It's like you're back from the dead! You don't know how much this will mean to everyone, what it means to me…
 * Simba: Hey, it's okay.
 * Nala: (rubbing under Simba's chin) I've really missed you.
 * Simba: (startled by Nala's boldness for an instant, then reciprocates) I've missed you too.
 * (Simba and Nala are now rubbing heads as Timon and Pumbaa watch from the bushes)
 * Timon: This stinks. Him. Her. Alone…
 * Pumbaa: I can't, what?
 * Timon: And they don't have a clue
 * Pumbaa: Who's "they"?
 * Timon: They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line:
 * Pumbaa: Oh, I get it.
 * Timon: (in a sarcastic mock-French accent) Ze sweet caress of twilight
 * Pumbaa: You mean because they've finally found each other like two soulmates joined across the years by the bonds of true love?
 * Timon: (alarmed) She's going to put a steak right through the heart of our Hakuna Matata! Pumbaa, we can't let them feel the love tonight!
 * (The theme song from "Peter Gunn" plays as Timon springs into action. He whispers in Pumbaa's ear, he nods, and the two high-five. As Simba and Nala gambol among the trees, Timon parts the tall grasses and leans out. He fires a blow-dart at Nala, which sticks in her paw. Simba gallantly plucks it out and spits it aside into the bushes, where it hits Timon, who squeals. The "Peter Gunn" music resumes. Timon whispers another plan in Pumbaa's ear and they high-five. Timon holds up a big spider, Timon lowers it like a yo-yo towards the two lions, and on the way down, the spider passes a fetching female spider, and the music stops abruptly as the spider hops back up to her. "Can You Feel the Love Tonight" resumes, and the spiders weave a bunch of heart-shaped webs behind the lions as they nuzzle)
 * Pumbaa: (overcome) That's so romantic.
 * (Back to the "Peter Gunn" music. Timon is wrapped up in a cocoon of spider-silk. As Simba and Nala pass by, Timon hurls a huge beehive at them. But the bees stay right there above him in a solid cloud. He races away with the bees in hot pursuit. Back to "Peter Gunn". Timon now has several bee stings on his head, a black eye swollen shut, and (as he grins and gives the thumbs-up to Pumbaa) a missing tooth. Pumbaa uncertainly returns the thumbs-up, at the other end of a long vine laid across Simba and Nala's path. The scene passes from Timon and Pumbaa to Simba and Nala in front of a waterfall. During the chorus, the following occurs: after walking around each other, taking in each other's movements, they stop to drink at the watering hole. Simba looks at Nala, smiles, and runs off stage. He runs back on stage, grabs a vine in his mouth and splashes into the middle of the pond. Nala looks out over the still water. Suddenly Simba lunges up under her and pulls her in the pond playfully. She immediately comes out dripping and miffed. When Simba comes out, she playfully pushes him back in. The scene switches to them tussling. The lions on their hind legs mock-wrestle their way across it. Timon and Pumbaa are uncertainly holding the long vine laid across Simba and Nala's path. Nala stumbles backwards over the vine. The two lions collapse down the hillside, rolling all the way to the bottom with Simba ends up pinning Nala for a first. Their movement flings Timon and Pumbaa and their vine into the air and across the gully. Nala gives him a tiny lick, resembling a kiss. Simba looks startled and stares at Nala. Close-up of Nala, as she stares back with a seductive smile. Close-up of Simba, whose expression changes from a surprised one to a comprehending one. The two rub heads as the last lyrics are sung)
 * Donald Glover and Beyoncé Knowles-Carter: Can you feel the love tonight?
 * Simba: So many things to tell her
 * Nala: He's holding back, he's hiding
 * Glover and Beyoncé: Can you feel the love tonight?

Can you feel the love tonight? You needn't look too far Stealing through the night's uncertainties Love is where they are It can be assumed Busa le lizwe Busa le lizwe Busa lomhlaba Sabusa le lizwe Sabusa le lizwe Sabusa le lizwe Busa lomhlaba''' Watch the heavens open (open), yeah Spirit, can you hear it callin'? (Callin'?) Yeah So go into a far off land And be one with the great I am Watch the heavens open (open), yeah Your destiny is comin' close Stand up and fight So go into a far off land And be one with the great I am
 * Timon: And if he falls in love tonight
 * Pumbaa: His carefree days with us are history
 * Both: In short, our pal is doomed
 * Timon: Ah, that's it, buddy. We gave it our best shot, but he's a goner.
 * Pumbaa: Maybe not, look!
 * (Timon looks, aghast. Camera switch to Nala arguing with Simba, who lays on a "hammock" of vines)
 * Nala: (voice catching, as though barely under control) We've really needed you at home.
 * Simba: Nala, we've been through this. I'm not the king. Scar is.
 * Nala: Simba, he let the hyenas take over the Pride Lands.
 * Simba: He did?!
 * Nala: Everything's destroyed. There's no food. No water. Simba, if you don't do something soon, everyone will starve.
 * Simba: I can't go back.
 * Nala: Why?
 * Simba: (hastily leaps off of the hammock) You wouldn't understand.
 * Nala: What wouldn't I understand?
 * Simba: No, no, no. It doesn't matter. Hakuna Matata.
 * Nala: (confused) What?
 * Simba: It's something I've learned out here. Look, sometimes bad things happen and there's nothing you can do about it! So why worry?
 * (Simba trots away from Nala, walking on a fallen tree. She trots back up to her childhood friend)
 * Nala: Because it's your responsibility.
 * Simba: Well, what about you? You left.
 * Nala: I left to find help, and I found you. Don't you understand? You're our only hope. What's happened to you? You're not the Simba I remember.
 * Simba: You're right. I'm not. Now are you satisfied? You know, you're starting to sound like my father.
 * Nala: Good. At least one of us does.
 * (cut by the comment about his deceased father, Simba tears into Nala with his next words)
 * Simba: Listen! You think you can just show up, and tell me how to live my life?! You don't even know what I've been through!
 * Nala: I would if you'd just tell me.
 * Simba: FORGET IT!!
 * Nala: FINE!
 * (Simba storms off as Timon and Pumbaa watch from the sidelines)
 * Timon: (starts to jump for joy) We won! We split 'em up!
 * Pumbaa: And that's a good thing? He seems to be taking it kinda hard.
 * Timon: Yeah, I know. Look, I…heh. But it's the best thing for us. I mean, for him! (the clouds gather on the horizon) Ooh, let's go, Pumbaa. I think this storm's coming to ahead. (makes himself comfortable on Pumbaa's stomach to sleep) Hakuna Matata is safe at last, pal, cuz nothin' is gonna take our boy away now.
 * (Outside the oasis, Simba is wrestling with himself in a field)
 * Simba: She's wrong. I can't go back. What would it prove, anyway? It won't change anything. You can't change the past.
 * (Rafiki, now in a nearby tree, does random acrobatics in the trees nearby)
 * Simba: Who are you?
 * Rafiki: The question is, who are you?
 * Simba: I thought I knew. Now I'm not so sure.
 * Rafiki: Well, I know who you are. You're Mufasa's boy.
 * (Simba turns around to look at Rafiki from this revelation, shocked. Rafiki is seen in his meditative lotus position on a rock)
 * Simba: You knew my father?
 * Rafiki: Correction. I know your father.
 * Simba: I hate to tell you this, but he died, a long time ago.
 * Rafiki: (leaps off the rock to a dense jungle area) Nope. Wrong again! He's alive! I'll show him to you. You follow old Rafiki, he knows the way. C'mon!
 * (Rafiki leads Simba through the area. Simba has trouble keeping up due to his size. The music slips into African chant. Rafiki is seen flitting through the canopy ahead of Simba, laughing hollowly and whooping. Simba struggles to keep up. Suddenly, Rafiki appears with his hand held up right into Simba's face)
 * Rafiki: Shhh…look down there.
 * (Rafiki motions to Simba at near some reeds. looks over the edge and sees his reflection in a pool of water. He first seems a bit startled, perhaps at his own mature appearance, but then realizes what he's looking at)
 * Simba: That's not my father. That's just my reflection.
 * Rafiki: (motions Simba closer to the pool) No, look harder. You see? He lives in you. (ripples form, distorting Simba's reflection into Mufasa's face)
 * (Simba sees his father's spirit in the sky from the clouds above)
 * Mufasa: Simba, you have forgotten me. You have forgotten who you are, and so have forgotten me. Look inside yourself, Simba. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the Circle of Life.
 * Simba: How can I go back? I'm not who I used to be.
 * Mufasa: You must remember who you are. You are my son, and the one true king.
 * (Mufasa disappears rapidly back into the clouds. Simba then tearfully runs into the fields trying to keep up. He shouts to his father)
 * Simba: No! Please! Don't leave me!
 * Mufasa: I never left you.
 * Simba: Father…
 * Mufasa: And never will.
 * Simba: Don't leave me.
 * Mufasa: Remember who you are. Remember.
 * (Simba is left out in the fields. The wind tosses the grass restlessly. Rafiki joins him)
 * Rafiki: And so, I ask again. Who are you?
 * Simba: I am Simba, son of Mufasa.
 * (Simba heads back home. Music rises into celebratory "Busa" theme. Shooting stars zing across the sky)
 * BS: '''Busa le lizwe
 * (Timon and Pumbaa are sleeping from their success at splitting Simba and Nala up. Timon is curled up on Pumbaa. He is lying on his back. However, she still appears in the jungle. Nala taps Timon with her paw. Timon wakes up and see Nala's eyes in his view. He starts screaming and Pumbaa joins in)
 * Nala: It's okay. Whoa! Whoa! It's okay! It's me!
 * Timon: Don't ever do that again. Carnivores, ugh!
 * Nala: Have you guys seen Simba?
 * Timon: I thought he was —
 * (Rafiki appears, sitting in a tree above them)
 * Rafiki: You won't find him here. The king has returned!
 * Nala: He's gone back!
 * Timon: (Rafiki has already vanished) Hey!! What's goin' on here? Who's the monkey?!
 * Nala: Simba's gone to challenge Scar.
 * Timon: Who?
 * Nala: Scar.
 * Pumbaa: Who's got a scar?
 * Nala: No, it's his uncle.
 * Timon: The monkey's his uncle?
 * Nala: No. Simba's gone back to challenge his uncle to take his place as king.
 * Pumbaa: Ohhh.
 * Timon: He's gone? What do you mean, he's gone?
 * Nala: It's just like the baboon said. The king has returned. Okay, look: Simba's the rightful king. But after he disappeared, Scar proclaimed himself the king and formed an alliance with the hyenas… (continues unintelligibly off-screen)
 * (As Nala speaks, Pumbaa and Timon stop listening, thinking with concerned expressions)
 * Pumbaa: Poor Simba. The treachery! The villainy! The sheer indescribable horror!
 * Timon: Why is she toying with us? She tried to eat us!
 * (Again, the two are dumbfounded)
 * Nala: Don't you get it?! Simba needs us! Now! (runs off to find Simba)
 * Timon: He needs us? Then he shouldn't have left us! If he wants to run off to be "His Highness", well, I say, don't let the branches hit you on the way out! Leave Hakuna Matata to someone who appreciates it! (strides off stubbornly)
 * Pumbaa: But, Timon…it's not really Hakuna Matata without Simba.
 * Timon: Not Hakuna Matata? That's crazy talk. Crazy talk, I tell ya! Nothing's changed here. We had Hakuna Matata before Simba, and we've still got it now.
 * Pumbaa: We gotta go help our friend, Timon!
 * Timon: Et tu, Pumbaa? You're just gonna walk away, give up on all this? What happened to "friends stick together to the end"?! Huh? Huh? Huh? (angrily turns his back on Pumbaa)
 * Pumbaa: I was about to ask you the same thing.
 * Timon: I got everything I ever wanted right here.
 * (Incisively, Pumbaa stalks off. He then looks back over his shoulder to see Timon flopping down in the bed. Pumbaa stares at Timon lying in the bed, tapping his toe for a beat. He finally turns and trots off, a tear in his eye. Timon begins to soliloquize to convince himself he's doing the right thing)
 * Timon: Now this is more like it — Elbow room! ("Elbow room!" echoes an absurd number of times as the camera pulls back repeatedly, then Timon collapses in despair) Uhhhh. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. (he tries singing to cheer himself up) Hakuna Matata…what a wonderful phrase… (weakly) Hakuna…Matata… (pathetically) …ain't no passing craze…it means…unnghh…"No Worries"…
 * (Timon curls up in the indentation where he used to watch the stars. The other two indentations are empty. Just then, Rafiki dangles into the picture, as if he was to deliver a final message to Timon. He then holds his hands out in rejection)
 * Timon: You. No, no, no. Don't say a word. I know what you're gonna say. (as Rafiki) So did you find Hakuna Matata? (as himself, with forced happiness and gracious air) Well, yes, I did. Thank you very much. And I am happy…happy, happy, deliriously happy. Ho ho! I see! Happy, is it? So if you're so happy, why do you look so miserable? Why should I be miserable? Oh, I don't know. Maybe my two best pals in the world deserted me. Heh. They've…they've headed off on some heroic mission. My friends…are gone… (Timon then comes with a startling revelation, to which he sees the truth) …and my Hakuna Matata went with them.
 * Rafiki: (nods and points Timon to the right direction) My work here is done.
 * (In the dunes across the gorge, Pumbaa begins to gallop through. Timon dashes at normal speed past the slow-motion Pumbaa. The warthog skids to a stop in confusion. Timon looks back at Pumbaa questioningly)
 * Beyoncé: Yeah, spirit
 * Timon: (with humility) Friends stick together to the end.
 * (Pumbaa gasps joyfully, then he with Timon rush together and embrace, sobbing. But there is a question on Timon's mind)
 * Pumbaa: Hop on, buddy. We got a fight to catch!
 * Timon: This is the stuff of legends. An epic struggle — the place where heroes are born. Pumbaa, this could be our finest hour.
 * (Simba is making his way through the blistering desert and slowly crosses the desolated land. He reaches the lip of a cliff and looks out over his former home. Nala trots up next to her childhood friend)
 * Beyonce: Whoa, spirit
 * Nala: … It's awful, isn't it?
 * Simba: I didn't want to believe you. I finally got some sense knocked into me. And I've got the bump to prove it. Besides, this is my kingdom. If I don't fight for it, who will?
 * Nala: I will.
 * Simba: It's gonna be dangerous.
 * Nala: Danger? Hah! I laugh in the face of danger.
 * Timon: I see nothin' funny about this.
 * Simba: Timon? Pumbaa? What are you doing here?
 * Pumbaa: We are at your service, my liege.
 * Timon: We're gonna fight your uncle…for this?
 * Simba: Yes, Timon; this is my home.
 * Timon: Talk about your fixer-upper. Well, Simba, if it's important to you, we're with ya to the end!
 * (Camera switch to Simba, Nala, Timon, and Pumbaa sneaking up to the edge of Pride Rock to observe hordes of Shenzi's hyena clan eating bones)
 * Timon: Hyenas…I hate hyenas! (to Simba, whispering) So what's your plan for getting past those guys?
 * Simba: Live bait. You guys have to create a diversion.
 * Timon: (incredulously) Hey! What do you want me to do? Dress in drag and do the hula?!
 * (Camera switch to Timon in a hula outfit. The music sung is "The Hawaiian War Chant" much like the Spike Jones arrangement. Pumbaa is set up like a roast pig, even with an apple in his mouth. Jungle drum riff as the hyenas turn to notice Timon and Pumbaa)
 * Timon: Luau!

If you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat Eat my buddy Pumbaa here 'cause he is a treat

Come on down and dine On this tasty swine I'll you have to do is get in line Are ya achin' (Yep, yep, yep) For some bacon? (Yep, yep, yep) He's a big pig (Yep, yep) You can be a big pig too! Oy! Dig, dig a tunnah Never gonna dig another tunnah Digga tunnah, Dig, digga tunnah Never more the hyena come!
 * (As the two lions make it by, Timon and Pumbaa take off to lead the hyenas away)
 * Simba: (determinedly) Nala, you find my mother and rally the lionesses. I'll look for Scar.
 * (The team splits. Timon and Pumbaa lead the hyenas over a rise and into a cave, screaming. Silence falls as the hyenas search for them inside the cave, holding for a beat. A powerful explosion suddenly sounds inside the cave, with a cloud of gas billowing out the cave entrance. The hyenas flee out of the cave, panicking and running. Timon and Pumbaa emerge triumphantly. Pumbaa snorts like a bull. Timon rides on top of his head, looking like General George S. Patton. "Ride of the Valkyries" by Richard Wagner echoes in the score)
 * Timon: (inhales deeply) Ahh…I love the smell of Pumbaa in the morning!
 * (The ground begins to crumble under their feet)
 * Ma: Hey, hey, hey. Move your tush, honey!
 * (Pumbaa skips out of the way of the newly opened hole. Ma and Uncle Max are standing in it with Timon looking admonished. Max looks floored to see his nephew)
 * Timon: Ma?! Uncle Max?!
 * Ma: Oh, Timmy!
 * Max: Tee-mon?
 * Timon: What are you doing here?
 * Ma: Looking for you! Aww. Mommy's here.
 * (Max glowers disapprovingly and fingers the flower in Timon's hair. Timon grins sheepishly. Max grumbles under his breath)
 * Timon: Well, let me introduce you to my best friend. Pumbaa: Ma, Uncle Max. Uncle Max, Ma: Pumbaa.
 * Pumbaa: Aah! Look! There's Simba!
 * (Simba is making his way up Pride Rock)
 * Scar: Sarabiiiii!
 * (Sarabi is calmly ascending Pride Rock. She only glares disdainfully at the hyenas. They growl and snap at her heels)
 * Scar: Where is your hunting party? They're not doing their job.
 * Sarabi: You're overhunting, Scar.
 * Scar: You're just not looking hard enough.
 * Sarabi: We must all stay together and protect the Pride Lands. You're killing everything.
 * Scar: I am the king! I can do whatever I want!
 * Sarabi: Scar, a true king's power is his compassion.
 * Scar: I AM TEN TIMES THE KING MUFASA WAS!!
 * (Sarabi finally has enough of Scar)
 * Sarabi: You are nothing compared to Mufasa!
 * (Scar swipes at Sarabi, knocking her to the ground. Simba appears on the ledge, visibly angry and growling loudly at his uncle for hitting his mother. Scar is understandably frightened by his nephew's arrival)
 * Sarabi: (awakening with delight at her son's nudge) Simba? You're alive? (confused) How can that be?
 * Simba: It doesn't matter; I'm home. (nods his mother's head)
 * Scar: (confused) Simba? (back in form) Simba! I'm a little surprised to see you ALIVE.
 * (Scar gives Shenzi, Kamari and Azizi above him an angry look. They gulp audibly and slink into the shadows)
 * Simba: (Sarabi watches on with some pride) Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.
 * Scar: Oh, Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom —
 * Simba: Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.
 * Scar: Well, I would, heh, naturally, however, there is one little problem. You see them? (points to the horde of snarling hyenas above him) They think I'm king…
 * Nala: Well, we don't. (she and the pride of lionesses arrive) Your reign is over, Scar. Simba is the rightful king. If you want to get him, you have to get through us. Are you with me, lions? (the lionesses triumphantly roar in reply)
 * Simba: The choice is yours, Scar. Either step down or fight.
 * Scar: Oh, must it all end in violence? I'd hate to be responsible for the death of a family member. Wouldn't you agree, Simba?
 * Simba: That won't work, Scar. I've put it behind me.
 * Scar: What about your faithful subjects? Have they put it behind them?
 * Nala: What is he talking about?
 * Scar: (with a sinister grin) Ahh, so you haven't told them your little secret? Well, Simba, now is your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death.
 * (A hush falls over all the lionesses)
 * Simba: I am…
 * (Simba steps forward. Sarabi is shocked. Exactly what Scar planned)
 * Scar: You see, he admits it! Murderer!!
 * Simba: No! It was an accident!
 * (Timon is looking on with his family and Pumbaa while Scar blames Simba)
 * Timon: Oh, good, they're talking things out. Which is how it should be. You know, I have a feeling everything's gonna be just fine.
 * Scar: (backing Simba up the length of Pride Rock) Oh, Simba, you're in trouble again. But this time, Daddy isn't here to save you. And now everyone knows why!
 * (After Scar's last sentence, Simba slips over the edge and is clinging to the ledge by his forepaws. Lightning strikes below, igniting a fire. Scar sits back and pretends to think)
 * Scar: Now, this looks familiar. Hmm. Where have I seen this before? Let me think. Oooh, yes, I remember. This is just the way your father looked before he died. (digs his claws into Simba's paws) And here's my little secret. I killed Mufasa.
 * (Simba has a quick memory flashback to that fateful instant. Mufasa's scream blends with Simba's younger voice in the scream of when his father fell. With full rage, Simba lunges up and pins down Scar. He is caught completely by surprise and is understandably very nervous and shaken)
 * Pumbaa: The hyenas are up there protecting Scar. What do we do?
 * Timon: Well, I've got a plan: Ma, Uncle Max, you're going to dig a trap. We're going to need — dare I say it? — tunnels…lots and lots of tunnels. And Pumbaa. You and me…we've gotta get those hyenas away from Simba. Let's ride, Pumbaa! (hops on Pumbaa and gallops off)
 * Ma: (reflectively) You know, there's something different about Timon…
 * Max: You think? (frantic) He's wearing a dress!
 * (Lightning switch back to Simba, who has pinned down Scar. The lionesses are startled by this new revelation)
 * Simba: MURDERER!! TELL THEM THE TRUTH!
 * Scar: Truth? But truth is in the eye of the behold — (Simba starts to choke him) Alright. Alright. (quiet, yet venomously) I did it.
 * Simba: So they can hear you.
 * Scar: I killed Mufasa!
 * (Nala and Sarabi charge towards Scar, the hyenas attack Simba in a wall of teeth. The lionesses join in, going up against the hyenas. Timon is running from Kamari and Shenzi into the den. Zazu spots him. Timon runs into his cage for safety from the hyenas)
 * Zazu: Let me out! Let me out!
 * Timon: Lemme in! Lemme in!
 * (Pumbaa appears at the cave's entrance, distracting the snickering hyenas)
 * Hyena: Looks like we'll be having pig for dinner. Plump and chubby.
 * Pumbaa: You talkin' to me?
 * Timon: Uh-oh! You called him a pig…
 * Pumbaa: You talkin' to me?
 * Timon: You shouldn't have done that…
 * Pumbaa: Are you talkin' to me?!
 * Timon: Now you're in for it!
 * Pumbaa: THEY CALL ME MR. PIG!!!
 * (Pumbaa battle cries and plows at the hyenas, freeing Zazu and Timon from breaking the bone cage. Rafiki whacks a hyena off Simba, who joins the fray. As a bit of comic relief, Rafiki is fighting in kung-fu "B-movie" style, complete with cheesy sound effects. He concludes with an Indian battle cry. Pumbaa is charging with Timon riding him and hyenas are flying everywhere)
 * Pumbaa: Heeeeeee-yaaaaaah!
 * Timon: Excuse me. Pardon me. Comin' through. Hot stuff. Whoo!
 * (Scar is running away from Simba, with the hyenas chasing after. They all wind their way to an area near the top of Pride Rock, where the hyenas corner Simba, who snarls at them)
 * Timon: Hey, Pumbaa! What do you call a hyena with half a brain?
 * Pumbaa: Beats me, Timon. What?
 * Timon: Gifted!
 * (Timon and Pumbaa laugh. Shenzi and Kamari scowl angrily. Azizi bursts out laughing before Kamari smacks him by the cheek. A menacing Shenzi advances on the duo)
 * Shenzi: For your last meal, you're gonna eat those words.
 * (Pumbaa and Timon are grinning from the ledge above. They both zip away, leaving dust clouds in their own shapes that linger for a few moments. The duo run down the side of Pride Rock, until they reach a tunnel entrance)
 * Timon: Ma! I think we got their attention!
 * (Underneath the ledge, Uncle Max is busily digging, and Ma is carrying support beams)
 * Ma: Not yet! Keep stalling!
 * Max: (singing obsessively) ♪ Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah… ♪
 * (Cut back to Timon and Pumbaa, backed up against a rock wall and illuminated by the red firelight. Khachaturian's "Sabre Dance" plays. The duo begin performing circus tricks. Timon juggles sticks and dishes, while Pumbaa gestures toward him and grins. The hyenas stop dead, bewildered and nonplussed. The music stops. Timon stands with the dishes balanced on the sticks on his nose and hands, spinning. Sooner enough, Offenbach's "Cancan" plays. Timon throws the sticks and dishes away. The duo link arms and dance, grinning tensely. The music peters out as the hyenas glare at them and look insulted. Hip-hop music plays as Timon and Pumbaa start breakdancing. Shenzi applauds, Kamari cheers, and Azizi laughs)
 * Shenzi: Ooh, encore, encore!
 * Kamari: No, no, that's not right. It's "to infinity and my foot."
 * Shenzi: No, you're right. Let's just eat 'em.
 * (Timon nervously drums his fingertips together, chatters his teeth, and bites his nails as the hyenas approach with sinister laughter. He gets an idea. He decides to get serious with the stalling with this attempt, theatrically, down on one knee, proposal-style)
 * Timon: Shenzi Marie Predatora Veldetta Jacquelina Hyena…would you do me the honor of becoming…my bride?
 * (Pumbaa gulps, his mouth falling open wide, and Shenzi looks dumbfounded)
 * Shenzi: I don't think so!
 * Timon: Shenzi Marie, please. I know what you're thinking: "We're too different." "It'll never work." "What will the children look like?"
 * Shenzi: (disgusted) Ooh, that violates so many laws of nature.
 * Timon: (milking it) Listen to me! The problems of a couple of wacky kids like us don't amount to hill of termites in this nutty Circle-of-Life thing. And so I ask you: if not now, when? If not me, who? I'm lonely.
 * (As the hyenas draw near, Ma pops up from the hole for her signal)
 * Ma: Now?
 * Timon: (nonchalantly) Sure, if you're ready.
 * Ma: (notices the hyenas, and drops back down into the hole) Now, Max, now!
 * Max: (kicks out one of the tunnel supports, which falls and takes out the rest in a series, like dominoes) Hyenas in the hole!
 * (The ground under the hyenas crumbles and collapses. They back off, yelping, as the crack follows them rapidly. The crack suddenly stops expanding as one of the supports hits an embedded rock and doesn't fall. The hyenas stop retreating, and look back at Timon and Pumbaa angrily. Uncle Max and Ma pop out of the hole)
 * Max: I need help. It didn't work.
 * Azizi: Hey, it's perfect for me!
 * (The foursome are backed up against the rock wall. The hyenas are approaching again with sinister laughter. Timon first looks terrified. Then he looks at the ground under the hyenas, noticing where the crack ends up. He steels himself, then runs headlong at Shenzi, aiming between her legs. Lightning flashes as Timon dives into the crack and rushes along it, pursued by the hyenas' growls and snapping teeth. He makes it past, and the hyenas lose interest in him. The meerkat dives for the last tunnel support. It crumbles on impact. The hyenas leap for their victims. Pumbaa, Ma, and Max gasp and steel themselves as lightning flashes. As Shenzi lands right in front of them, however, the sinkhole gives way, followed by the whole ledge area collapsing into a huge crater, swallowing all the hyenas whole. The hyenas slide through a huge subterranean tunnel complex, screaming, until they disappear into the darkness)
 * Max: (triumphantly) We did it. We did it!
 * Ma: (consumed with worry) Where's Timon? Where's my baby? He's hurt. (she flings Max away) Oh, no. Oh, no, he's dead! Or worse! W-we gotta find him. We've gotta find him!
 * Timon: It's okay, Ma.
 * Ma: (grabs Timon and starts shaking him, cracking his back) Oh, please. It is not okay! Don't you tell me it's okay! (recognizing her son is alive, she gasps with joy) … Timmy! (embraces him in a bear hug) Mmm-mm! My son: the hero. (reaches up as though to comb his hair, but catches herself)
 * Timon: You missed a spot. (he lowers his head and Ma combs it off)
 * Max: (overcome crying) That's so beautiful! (grabs Timon and hugs him tight around the neck)
 * (Scar runs up to the edge and sees the sheer drop. Simba leaps up to confront him at the cliff-like edge. Scar is very apprehensive, seeing he is cornered and at Simba's mercy)
 * Scar: Simba. Please. Please have mercy. I beg you.
 * Simba: You don't deserve to live.
 * Scar: But, Simba, I…am…family. (regaining composure) It's the hyenas who are the real enemy. It was their fault. It was their idea!
 * (A hyena is in the background. He overhears and backs away growling at Scar's betrayal)
 * Simba: Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie.
 * Scar: What are you going to do? You wouldn't kill your own uncle?
 * Simba: No, I'm not like you…
 * Scar: How can I, ah, prove myself to you? Tell me. I mean, anything.
 * Simba: Run away and never return!
 * Scar: (his eyes sink) Yes, of course… (slowly slinks away, noticing notices a pile of hot coals) …as you wish, your MAJESTY.
 * (Scar suddenly swipes the coals into Simba's face. Simba wails in pain before there is a fight in slow motion. Both Scar and Simba land heavy blows before Simba gets knocked on his back. As Scar leaps through the flames to attack, Simba gathers courage and uses Scar's momentum in a "throw" similar to Nala's fighting tactics to send him flying over the edge and tumble to the bottom. Scar weakly gets up, then notices Shenzi, Banzai and Ed approaching and smiles. Ed has a very angry look on his face)
 * Scar: Ahh, my friends.
 * Shenzi: "Friends"? I heard he said we were the enemy!
 * Azizi: And he wanted to kill us?
 * (The horde of hyenas laugh and surrender close on Scar)
 * Scar: No. No. L-L-Let me explain. No. You don't understand. No! I didn't mean for…no! NO!! Look, I'm sorry I called you — NOOOOOOO!!!
 * (The camera moves away and we can only see the shadows as the horde of hyenas closes on and devours Scar. A rain storm opens up and douses the fire. Thunder is seen in one of the storm clouds. Camera cut to a group of lionesses named the "Outsiders" led by Zira leaving the Pride Lands, walking across a river. Simba comes down and greets Zazu, Sarabi, and Nala. He nuzzles his mother first, then Nala)
 * Zazu: Your Majesty.
 * (Simba turns aside to Timon and Pumbaa, bowing formally to him)
 * Simba: (embraces the duo) I couldn't have done it without you guys.
 * Pumbaa: (proudly, but not a little wistfully) That's our boy.
 * Timon: I promised myself I wasn't gonna cry. (breaks down in a verge of tears in joy)
 * (Rafiki gestures his staff with a rattling noise for Simba to take his place as king. He starts up the slope. Simba pauses to embrace Rafiki as his father did)
 * Rafiki: It is time.
 * (Very majestically, Simba ascends through the rain. Nala, Sarabi, Zazu, Pumbaa, and the meerkats broadly watch Simba walking up Pride Rock slowly. Through a hole in the clouds are a patch of stars. The constellation of Leo shines out briefly and brightly than the other stars in the blue night sky)
 * Mufasa: Remember…
 * (Simba's expression gains confidence and strength. He roars at the tip of the promontory with pride. Timon and Pumbaa beam with delight as the rest of the pride roars back off-screen. They, Ma and Max share a look)
 * Ma: (feeling impressed) You've really come a long way, Timon. Did you find what you were looking for?
 * Timon: I found a place that was beyond my wildest dreams. But it still wasn't home. Let's go home, Ma.
 * (Timon takes Ma's hand to a rotating sweep that introduced the oasis setting. Timon is now showing it off to his mother)
 * Ma: (awestruck) Ohhh!
 * Timon: Welcome to our new home…a predator-free environment!
 * Ma: (turns to her son and hugs him) I gotta hand it to you. Timon. This place has everything!
 * Timon: Well, now that we're all here, it does.
 * (Timon and Ma climb up on Pumbaa's snout as epiphany music hinting at "Hakuna Matata" begins playing. Wipe to the inner jungle, where Max is leading a group of meerkats in a session of tai-chi, slowly, demonstrating his movements. The meerkats all copy him)
 * Max: The crane…spreads its wings…turns…with dainty hands…
 * (A meerkat chorus line of butterfly wings are swept out of the way. Timon dances and cavorts with a Carmen Miranda-esque hat of colorful bugs. Uncle Max relaxes in the vine hammock with a drink, while bugs fall all around. The colony and Pumbaa take turns on the trampoline. A line of meerkats fish for bugs under a log)
 * Colony: Digga tunnah,

Sing the praises of brave Timon Bravest meerkat we've ever known Never dreamed he'd help Simba shine Led his family to the promised land Sing the praises of brave Timon Bravest meerkat we've ever known! Ingonyama nengw' enamabala Ingonyama nengw' enamabala Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
 * Pumbaa: Proved it's cool to hang out with swine!
 * Colony: Accidentally saved the day
 * Timon: (posing next to Ma) Planned it so it would look that way!
 * Colony: And brought us out of the dirt and sand
 * (Timon and Ma, perched on Pumbaa's head, dive over a series of waterfalls. The meerkats all swim in the pools at the bottom. Pumbaa with the two meerkats on his head rise out of the water, balanced on Simba's belly as he comes to the surface. Months later, animals of all types from the four winds begin to converge at Pride Rock once again, to continue the Circle of Life, including elephants, giraffes, wildebeest, antelope, foxes,, meerkats, eagles, parrots and hippos. Rafiki is standing on the tip of the Pride Rock promontory, exhorting the animals gathering below him, while singing a song he once taught Mufasa. Mufasa appears in the clouds. Rafiki is blown by the wind, and he gestures to all the gathered animals below, who bow down before the spirit. A giraffe looks up, and Zazu flies in towards Pride Rock. Simba and Nala are there. Rafiki takes Kiara from Nala's mouth and holds her up before the assembled crowd. The animals all cheer, and Simba and Nala are blown by the wind from the approving figure of Mufasa)
 * Lebo M.: ''Ingonyama nengw' enamabala

Ubusuku no moya wobomi Buyakubiza Mamela Nezwi Elinoyiko lwe ntsana Liyaphendula Oh, mamela Ubukhosi bo khokho Yima, akukho bunzima Yiva lamazwi uhlale ethembeni

Hela hey mamela Hela hey mamela Hela hey mamela

Uphila kuwe (Hela hey mamela, hela) Uphila nakum (Hela hey mamela, hela) Uhlal'ejongile (Hela hey mamela, hela) Yonk'into esiyibonayo (Hela hey mamela, hela) Nansenemanzini (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala, hela hey mamela, hela) Nasenyanisweni (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala, hela hey mamela, hela) Nase mfanekisweni wakho (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala, hela hey mamela, hela) Uphila kuwe

Uphila kuwe (Hela hey mamela, hela) Uphila nakum (Hela hey mamela, hela) Uhlal'ejongile (Hela hey mamela, hela) Yonk'into esiyibonayo (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala, hela hey mamela, hela) Nansenemanzini (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala, hela hey mamela, hela) Nasenyanisweni (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala, hela hey mamela, hela) Nase mfanekisweni wakho (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala, hela hey mamela, hela) Uphila kuwe

Uphila kuwe Oh, oh Whoa, oh

Yima, akunabunzima Yiva lamazwi uhlale Yibanethemba

Uphila kuwe Uphila nakum Uhlal'ejongile Yonk'into esiyibonayo Nansenemanzini (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala) Nasenyanisweni (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala) Nase mfanekisweni wakho (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala) Uphila kuwe, ah, ah Uphila kuwe, whoa (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala) Uphila nakum (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala) Uhlal'ejongile (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala) Yonk'into esiyibonayo (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala) Nansenemanzini (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala) Nasenyanisweni (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala) Nase mfanekisweni wakho (Ingonyama nengw' enamabala) Uphila kuwe''
 * (The cub watches with glee playfully in Rafiki's grip as much cheering from the crowd is heard. He lowers her to be nuzzled by Nala. Timon and Pumbaa stand nearby)
 * Timon: Ah Pumbaa, look at that little guy. A chip off the old block! And you gotta know who's gonna raise 'im…
 * Pumbaa: His parents?
 * Timon: But who's gonna teach him the really important stuff? Like how to belch? And dig for grubs? I'm telling ya, buddy…it's gonna be like old times. You, me…and the little guy.
 * Rafiki: (chuckles) It is a girl.
 * Both: GIRL!? Oy!
 * (The two collapse with dead faint)