Timon [Simba, Pumbaa, Timon, Zazu, and Nala make it to the Pride Lands] [about the hyenas]
What's your plan for getting us past the slobbering guards?
Live bait. [he, Nala, Zazu, and Timon look at Pumbaa]
That's a great idea. Those guys could never resist fresh meat! So all we need to do is find something that's like big, plump, and juicy... maybe like a gnu?
[They all continue to stare blankly at Pumbaa]
Why's everyone looking at me?
Timon [Shenzi's clan of hyenas are paying attention to Timon. Pumbaa is set up like a roast pig]
O chère, mademoiselle. It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we proudly present your dinner! Be... our-- [screams]
Timon [Timon and Pumbaa flee before the clan of hyenas]
It's working, Pumbaa!
Timon Pumbaa, I think we lost them.
That was terrifying. [Shenzi's clan of hyenas peer close, emerging behind them] Do you hear a low growl?
Looks like we'll be having pig for dinner, plump and chubby.
[offended]
"Chubby"? Did he just call me "chubby"?
Timon Uh-oh. [runs behind a rock]
It sounded a lot like he just said "chubby." Which would be a mistake, because I will not be made to feel ashamed of who I am!
Timon Oh, boy.
I may run from hyenas, but I will always fight a bully! [charges and drives the hyenas off]
Timon Do you feel better, Pumbaa?
Timon You got that out of your system?
[As the buzzards are about to devour the laid Simba, one sees Pumbaa running and screaming into the scene to scare them off.]
I missed 'em! I'm gonna get one of those vultures one day. I'm gonna get one!
Timon I don't know why it's so important to you.
I just feel like it would make me feel better. [spots Simba] Oh, no. It's a little lion!
Timon That is not a lion.
Well then, go check it out. What is it?
Timon That is not a lion, it's a furry bird!
Timon That's not a lion. Let me get a closer look. Excuse me. All right, let me see what we're dealing with here. [ Timon looks and draws at Simba's lips exposing the cub's teeth, alarmed. He leaps up in fright.] IT'S A LION! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, PUMBAA!
Wait! Hey, Timon. Wait, Timon, wait! It's a little lion!
Timon [hides behind the rock]
It gets bigger.
Can we keep him? Can we please keep him? Oh, oh, okay. I promise I'll walk him every day! If he makes a little mess, I'll clean it up.
Timon You'll be his little mess! He's gonna eat you and then use my body as a toothpick!
But one day, when he's big and strong, he'll be on our side!
Timon I've got it. What if he's on our side? Hear me out! Having a ferocious lion around might not be such a bad idea!
Well then, can we keep him?
Timon Yes, of course we can keep him! My God, who is the brains of this operation?
We're gonna name him Fred!
Timon Everyone, this is Simba.
G Guineafowl
[Some guineafowl stare at Simba as he passes.]
That, my friend, is a lion.
[A bushbaby emerges from behind a log.] Bushbaby': What about food? Have you thought about feeding that thing?
[Simba skips along next to Timon and Pumbaa.]
Yeah, I'm starved. I could eat a whole zebra.
BE Bat-Eared fox
Here we go.
Timon Uh, no, no, no, kid, we're fresh out of zebra.
A Antelope
[A trio of antelope stare at Simba worriedly.]
Uh-oh.
Timon No. Listen, kid, if you want to live with us, you have to eat like us.
ES Elephant shrew
[An elephant shrew emerges from some grass. He runs alongside Simba.]
And most importantly, [The elephant shrew pauses, yelling after Simba.] not eat us.
Timon [Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa approach a log.]
This looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub.
ES Elephant shrew
[The other animals follow Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa. Pumbaa breaks the log open,CRASH!!! revealing grubs inside.]
Yeah!
BE Bat-Eared fox
Perfect!
B Bushbaby
Step aside, fellas.
[The animals crowd around the log and begin to feast on the grubs.]
Ugh. What's that?
G Guineafowl
Ooh. Too chewey.
ES Elephant shrew
[The elephant shrew holds up a grub.]
This one's got some nuttiness.
Timon Mmm. Now, that's what I call umami.
[Pumbaa slurps up a grub.]
Slimy, yet satisfying.
Timon Mmm. Extra crunchy.
Timon Yeah. Oh, are they?
They're from [Pumbaa points with his head.] right there.
Timon [Timon turns to face Simba.]
I'm telling ya, kid, this is the great life. [Timon turns back to the grubs.] No rules. No responsibilities. Ooh. [Timon grabs a caterpillar and massages it with his paws.] The little cream-filled kind. I love these.
Timon I love these.
B Bushbaby
Can I have the head?
Timon [Timon turns to face Simba.]
Well, kid?
[Simba slinks toward the insects and grubs cautiously.]
Oh, well. Hakuna Matata. [Simba eats the caterpillar.] Slimy, [Simba licks his lips.] yet...satisfying!
Timon That's it!
GF Guinea fowl
[Simba begins to feast alongside the other wild animals.]
Egg sac! I got an egg sac!
Timon Um, Simba... How can I say this? He's prey.
Timon And he is never gonna want to frolic with a carnivore.
No. You two will never frolic.
Timon [sighs]
You see, in nature, there's a delicate balance.
Oh, yeah. The Circle of Life. I know that.
Timon No, no, no, no. I don't know where you're getting "circle" from.
No, yeah. There's no Circle of Life.
Timon No, it's no circle.
Timon In fact, it's the opposite.
Timon It's a line.
Timon It's a meaningless life of indifference.
And we are all just running towards the end of the line. And then, one day, we will reach the end, and that will be it.
Timon That's it.
Timon Nothing.
Nada. And you can really just kinda do your own thing...
ES Elephant shrew
[Simba paws at the termite mound; termites fly free]
Woo-hoo!
...and fend for yourself 'cause your line doesn't affect anyone else's lines.
Timon You're alive, and then, you're not. Like this guy. [eats a termite] Mmm.
You sure it's not circle? That we're all connected?
A circle would mean we're all this. That would mean what I do affects him, affects that thing...
Timon Yeah. No.
Timon That's not how it goes.
...which would make doing whatever we wanted not that cool.
Timon Let me simplify this for you. Life is meaningless.
Yes. That's why you just gotta look out for yourself. That's why you do you, Simba.
Timon Yeah, Simba, for the first time, we're entrusting you to make a plan for us today.
This is so important. Just think about all you have been taught.
Timon What do you wanna do?
Absolutely... [brings his weight down on the termite mound] nothing. [the termite mound breaks in half, spilling termites everywhere]
Timon Woo-hoo!
GF Guinea fowl
[The jungle animals feast on the termites] [screams happily]
Jackpot!
BB Bush baby
Out of my way. Out of my way.
ES Elephant shrew
Crunchy!
BE Bat-eared fox
All right. It’s time to eat.
Well, we don't. Your reign is over, Scar. Simba is the rightful king. If you want to get him, [Nala bounds onto a tall rock.] you have to get through us. [Nala halfway turns over one shoulder.] Are you with me, lions?
The choice is yours, Scar. Step down or fight.
Must this all end in violence? I'd hate to be responsible for the death of a family member, [Scar paces in front of Simba.] to feel the shame of knowing I took the life of someone I love.
I put all that behind me.
But have they put it behind them? Do your faithful subjects know what you've done?
[to Simba]
What is he talking about?
So, you haven't told them your little secret? [Scar sits.] Well, Simba, now's your chance to confess. Tell them who's responsible for Mufasa's death.
[The lionesses look expectantly at Simba.]
It was me.
S Sarabi
[Simba turns his back on Sarabi.] [worried]
It's not true. Tell me it's not true.
[Scar stands.]
He admits it. Murderer!
[shocked]
No, no. [stammering] It was an accident.
If it weren't for you, the king would be alive. It's your fault he's dead. Do you deny it?
[Scar circles around Simba, and he stumbles toward the promontory.] [stammering in fear]
I'm not a murderer.
[Scar backs Simba toward the promontory.]
We should believe a son who takes the life of a father? We should believe a son who takes the life of a king? A son who abandons his mother?
You're what? Say it! Are you the king?
No, I'm...
Scar: You're what?
[angrily]
Then bow to your king!!!
[Lightning strikes, igniting a tree below Pride Rock. Sarabi paces forward, watching in distress. The fire begins to spread. The camera pans up to show Simba clinging to Pride Rock for dear life.] [A fire forms below as Simba is hanging to the edge for dear life, Scar comes closer]
This looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Ah, yes, I remember. This is how Mufasa looked before he died. I looked down, and saw the fear in his eyes. [furiously sinks his claws into Simba's paws, the same way he did to Mufasa. Simba roars in pain] And here's my little secret: [ lens in close to whisper in Simba's ear] I killed Mufasa. [Simba's eyes widen. In a flashback, Mufasa falls into the gorge, with young Simba watching in terror]
My father, your own brother! How could you?!
First he kills Mufasa, and now he wants to kill me!
You killed him! Tell them the truth!
S Sarabi
Scar, you told us you didn't get to the gorge in time.
S Sarabi
[angrily]
Then how did you see the look in Mufasa's eyes?!
[ to the hyenas]
KILL THEM ALL!
Hyenas *cackle*
[In answer, The hyenas charge at Simba.] Simba: *growls*
H Hyena
[The hyenas swarm Simba, who fights back. Simba grabs a hyena and tosses it aside.]
*whimpers*
L Lionesses
[Nala charges into battle. The other lionesses follow suit.]
*growl*
[The hyenas charge at the lionesses.] Hyenas *cackle*
[Shenzi bowls into Simba, and the hyenas manage to knock him onto his side. Nala looks up in concern as Simba is swarmed by hyenas.]
Simba! [Nala knocks several hyenas off Simba.] *grunts*
[Nala fights off the hyenas. Cut to Timon and Pumbaa running into a cave.] Timon and Pumbaa': *pant*
Timon [Timon and Pumbaa pause and look outside the cave.]
Pumbaa, I think we lost them.
[Behind Timon and Pumbaa, eyes gleam from the shadows.]
*growl*
[Four hyenas stalk into the light.]
Do you hear a low growl?
H Hyena
Looks like we'll be having pig for dinner. [Timon turns around.] Plump and chubby.
Chubby? [Pumbaa turns around.] Did he just call me chubby?
Timon Uh-oh.
It sounded... It sounded a lot like he just said "chubby," which would be a mistake because [The hyenas surround Pumbaa.] I will not be made to feel ashamed of who I am!
Timon [Timon watches in concern.]
Oh, boy.
I may run from hyenas, but I will always fight a bully!
H Hyena
[Pumbaa charges at a hyena and headbutts it aside.]
*whimpers*
[Pumbaa charges and headbutts another hyena.]
*grunts*
[The remaining hyenas flee. Pumbaa headbutts them out of the cave.]
*cackle*
*grunts* [Pumbaa pauses, and Timon climbs into his mane.] *sighs*
Timon You feel better, Pumbaa?
Timon You got that out of your system?
