TA Timon and Pumbaa
[Simba is laid in the middle of the desert; the vultures are flying around him in circles and all land. Then Timon and Pumbaa enter with a charge]
HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
[shooing the vultures off]
Get out! Get out! Get out of here!
Pumbaa I love it!
Pumbaa Bowling for buzzards!
Hee-hee-hee! Gets 'em every time.
Pumbaa [spots Simba]
Uh-oh. Hey, Timon, you better come look. I think he's still alive.
Yeesh. All righty, what have we got here? [sniffs around Simba, and lifts his paw] Jeez, it's a lion! Run, Pumbaa, move it!
Pumbaa Hey, Timon, it's just a little lion. Look at him. He's so cute and all alone. Can we keep him?
Pumbaa, are you nuts? You're talking about a lion. Lions eat guys like us.
Pumbaa But he's so little.
Pumbaa Maybe he'll be on our side.
That's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Maybe he'll be-- [gets an idea] 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 him?
Of course. Who's the brains of this outfit?
Pumbaa [picks Simba up with his tusk]
Uh--
My point exactly. Jeez, I am fried. [he and Pumbaa walk off, carrying Simba] Let's get out of here, and find some shade. [Pumbaa waddles off, with Timon in his mane and Simba in his tusks. The scene transitions to the edge of the desert. Simba lies beside a jungle pool, with Timon and Pumbaa nearby. Timon splashes water into Simba's face, and Simba wakes up groggily] You okay, kid?
YS Young Simba
I guess so.
Pumbaa You nearly died.
:[gestures to himself] I saved you.
Pumbaa [turns on Timon angrily, snorting]
Well, Pumbaa helped a little. [Pumbaa beams]
YS Young Simba
:[stands up and walks back toward the desert] Thanks for your help.
:[watches Simba walk away] Gee, he looks blue.
Pumbaa I'd say brownish-gold.
No, no, no. I mean he's depressed.
Pumbaa Oh.
Pumbaa [Timon and Pumbaa stride after Simba]
Kid, what's eating you?
Nothing. [Simba halts and sits down] He's at the top of the food chain. [laughs and elbows Simba, who is unresponsive] The food chain. [Pumbaa looks on sadly] Heh, heh. Ahem. So, where you from?
YS Young Simba
:[stands up and walks away] Who cares? I can't go back.
:[bounds in front of Simba] Ah, you're an outcast. That's great. So are we.
Pumbaa :[sidles up next to Timon] What'd you do, kid?
YS Young Simba
:[sits up] Something terrible. But I don't want to talk about it.
:[crosses his arms] Good. No one wants to hear about it.
Pumbaa [in an aside to Timon]
Come on, Timon. [to Simba] Anything we can do?
YS Young Simba
Not at least unless you can change the past.
Pumbaa [nudges Timon]
You know, kid, in times like this, my buddy Timon here says, "You gotta put your behind in your past."
:[waves his arms] No, no, no.
Pumbaa [puts a hoof to his chin in confusion]
Uh... I mean...
Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. [Pumbaa slumps sadly] It's "You gotta put your past behind ya." Look here, kid, bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it, right?
:[pokes Simba in the nose] Wrong. [gestures dramatically] When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world!
YS Young Simba
Well, that's not what I was taught.
Well, then, maybe you need a new lesson? So, repeat after me. Ahem. "Hakuna Matata."
Pumbaa [emphatically]
"Hakuna Matata." It means "no worries."
[No fade in except in marimba chords] [Intro on Hakuna Matata"] [singing]
Hakuna Matata. What a wonderful phrase.
Pumbaa [singing]
Hakuna Matata. Ain't no passing craze!
[singing]
It means no worries. For the rest of your days
B Both
[Timon pulls Simba over to a green bush and leans him back on it] [singing]
It's our problem-free... Philosophy
[Filing down one of Simba's claws] [singing]
Hakuna Matata!
YS Young Simba
Hakuna Matata?
Pumbaa Yeah. It's our motto.
YS Young Simba
What's a motto?
:[pops up at Simba's side] Nothing. What's-a-motto with you? [laughs]
Pumbaa [laughs]
You know, kid, these two words will solve all your problems!
:[gestures at Pumbaa] That's right. Take Pumbaa for example. Why. When I was a young meerkat...
Pumbaa When I was a young WARTHOG...
:[cleans out one ear] Very nice.
Pumbaa Thanks.
♪ [voiceover] He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal. [Pumbaa struts between trees. Behind him, monkeys fall to the ground, holding their noses] He could clear the savanna after every meal. ♪
Pumbaa ♪ [voiceover] I'm a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned. [breaks wind. Behind him, the grass wilts and buzzing flies drop to the ground] And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind. [The animals around the water hole sniff the air and flee; the flashback ends] And oh, the shame!
Pumbaa Thought of changing my name!
Pumbaa ♪ And I got downhearted... ♪
Pumbaa ...Every time that I-- [Timon hastily covers Pumbaa's mouth]
No, Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids.
Pumbaa [grins sheepishly]
Oh, sorry. [Simba tilts his head in confusion]
PA Pumbaa and Timon
[Simba watches with growing interest as Timon hoists Pumbaa into a vine loop above his head, where he begins swinging] [singing]
Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase! Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze!
YS Young Simba
[After becoming more and more enthusiastic, he finally joins in singing, a spotlight falling on him] [singing]
It means no worries. For the rest of your days.
[Not singing, doing a vaudeville knee-slide up to Simba]
Yeah, sing it, kid!
YS Young Simba and Timon
[singing]
It's our problem-free.........
Pumbaa [Landing next to them, with a flatulent sound] [singing]
..................... philosophy...
YS Young Simba, Timon and Pumbaa
[singing]
Hakuna Matata!
[pulls on a vine, lifting Pumbaa into the air on a swing]
Welcome to our humble home.
YS Young Simba
[from off-screen]
You live here?
[from offscreen]
We live wherever we want.
Pumbaa [leans in front of Simba, blocks his view]
Yep! Home is where your rump rests. Heh.
YS Young Simba
It's beautiful! [The scene transitions to Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa striding side-by-side through the jungle]
Pumbaa [belches]
I'm starved!
YS Young Simba
I'm so hungry, I could eat a whole zebra.
[stops in his tracks; disturbed]
Ah. We're fresh out of zebra.
YS Young Simba
Any antelope?
[shakes his head]
Nuh-uh.
YS Young Simba
[with concern]
Hippo?
[shakes his head]
Nope. [approaches Simba and gestures to himself] Listen, kid, if you live with us, you have to eat like us. [strides away and approaches a moss-covered log] Hey, this looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub. [points at the log]
YS Young Simba
[Pumbaa lifts the trunk with his snout, revealing grubs]
Ewww, what's that?
[holds up a wriggling worm]
A grub. What's it look like?
YS Young Simba
[with a disgusted look]
Ewww. Gross!
[licks his fingers; the grub is gone]
Mmm. Tastes like chicken.
Pumbaa [slurps a worm out of the ground]
Slimy yet satisfying.
[grabs a beetle off a dirt mound]
These are rare delicacies. Mmm. [Timon takes a bite out of the beetle] Piquant, with a very pleasant crunch. [eats the rest of the beetle]
Pumbaa [with his mouth full of grubs]
You'll learn to love 'em!
[strides alongside the log, holding a leaf full of grubs. He grabs a beetle and adds it to the pile]
I'm telling you, kid, this is the great life. [Timon sticks his hand in a hole in the log. Grubs pour out of the opening] No rules. No responsibilities. [hefts a beetle] Ooh! The little cream-filled kind. [eats the beetle and approaches Simba] And best of all, no worries. Well, kid? [lifts the leaf into Simba's face]
YS Young Simba
[hesitantly selects a worm]
Oh, well. Hakuna Matata. [Simba swallows the worm with some difficulty. He smacks his jaws in disgust and his expression changes to joy] Slimy yet satisfying.
That's it.
[The bugs fly off the leaf in a colorful flutter up in the sky] [The scene switches to all three crossing a log, walking and tossing their heads to the music. With a steady build in the music, a change occurs. We see the image of young Simba become an adolescent Simba, with a partial mane. And then again, Simba becomes a full grown adult. While the chanting of the title is happening, the camera is panning at the low level (6" off ground) where all the interaction between Pumbaa, Timon, and Simba as a cub had been occurring. First we see Timon, and then Pumbaa. The camera continues panning at a low angle to where the cub Simba would fit. Instead we see the adult Simba's paw come down. An immediate back up for a full view of adult Simba]
PA Pumbaa and Timon
[Chanting to music]
Hakuna matata, hakuna matata, hakuna matata.
AS Adult Simba
[Adult voice now]
It means no worries. For the rest of your days.
AS Adult Simba, Timon and Pumbaa
It's our problem-free. Philosophy!
AS Adult Simba
Hakuna Matata!
[All three dive off of the log into a pond. First, Timon jumps in doing a cannonball, and makes a small splash. Then Pumbaa, doing a swan dive, makes a small splash too. Finally Simba swings out on a vine (gripped in his teeth). Before he can dive, the vine breaks under his weight. The resulting splash is big enough to wash Pumbaa and Timon ashore] [Simba joins Timon and Pumbaa on shore. The song breaks into gentle jazz voice improvisations on the words "Hakuna Matata." We see a rear view of Timon, Pumbaa, and Simba boogeying off into the forest to the beat of "Hakuna Matata."]
[Inside a deserted Pride Rock, Zazu is singing in the rib cage while Scar using a pointy part bone as a toothpick] [singing]
♪ Nobody knows the trouble I've seen / Nobody knows my sorrow ♪
[throws the bone out]
Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with a little bounce in it.
[singing]
♪ It's a small world after all... ♪
[yelling at Zazu]
NO! No. Anything but that!
[singing]
♪ I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts / Dee-dee-dee-dee / There they are all standin' in a row... ♪
SA Scar and Zazu
[singing]
"♪ Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head--"♪
Oh... I would never have had to do this for Mufasa.
[quick and angrily-ish]
WHAT?! What did you say?
You know the law. Never, ever mention THAT name in my presence. I AM THE *KING!*
Yes, Sire, you are the king. I only mentioned it to illustrate the differences in your royal managerial approaches. [laugh nervously]
[from offscreen]
Hey, Boss!
Oh, what is it this time?
We got a bone to pick with you.
I'll handle this. Scar, there's no food, no water.
Yeah. It's dinnertime, and we ain't got no stinkin' entrees!
It's the lionesses' job to do the hunting.
Yeah, but they won't go hunt.
Oh, you wouldn't want me. I'd be so tough and gamey and eww!
Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All you need is a little garnish.
[to Shenzi]
I thought things were bad under Mufasa.
[quick and angrily-ish again]
What did you say?!
I said Muf-- [Shenzi nudges him] [nervously] I said, uh, que pasa?
[Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed shuffle past Scar. They pause in the entryway of Pride Rock and look back at Scar]
Yeah, but we're still hungry.
[from off-screen]
OUT! [Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed flee; Ed lets loose a crazy evil laugh]
[The scene transitions to the jungle at night] [belches]
[Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa lie on their backs in the grass]
Whoa! Nice one, Simba.
Thanks. Man, I'm stuffed.
Pumbaa [rubs his stomach]
Me too. I ate like a pig.
Pumbaa Oh. Right.
AS Adult Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa
[sigh contentedly]
Pumbaa Timon?
Pumbaa Ever wonder what those sparkling dots are up there?
Pumbaa, I don't wonder. I know.
Pumbaa Oh? What are they?
[gestures vaguely]
They're fireflies. Fireflies that got stuck up in that big bluish-black thing.
Pumbaa Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.
Pumbaa Simba, what do you think?
Pumbaa Oh, come on.
Pumbaa Give, give, give, give.
Pumbaa We told you ours. Please?
Well, somebody once told me that the Great Kings of the Past are up there, watching over us.
Pumbaa Really?
You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? Pfft! *laughs*
Pumbaa [laughs]
Who told you something like that?
Oh, you're killing me, Simba.
Yeah... [stares up at the stars, downcast]
Oh. [After a moment, Simba gets up and leaves. Timon looks at Pumbaa in confusion] Was it something I said?
[walks to a ledge, his head drooped. He looks up at the stars, then collapses, sending a shower of milkweed floss into the air; he sighs]
[The scene transitions to the milkweed floss being carried on the wind. It drifts over Rafiki's tree]
:[catches some in his hand and sniffs it experimentally] Hmm. [climbs down into the branches of his tree. He sits and puts the milkweed floss into an empty turtle shell. He shakes the shell and hums. He grabs a gourd that is hanging in his tree, breaks it in two, and munches on one half] Hmm. [ducks down toward the milkweed floss] Simba? [looks at the smeared painting of Simba] He's alive? He's alive! [bounds across the tree and laughs. He grabs his staff. He races towards the painting and dips his fingers in red paint and laughs. He draws a mane on the painting of Simba] It is time.
