The Lion Queen 1½

Parenthood

The scene transitions to the night sky with a full moon. A shooting star flies by. Timon and Pumbaa are sleeping against one another. The sun rises. Timon wakes up and stands up. He stretches, and his back cracks. "Uh! Uh! Ooh! Ah, well." Pumbaa begins to wake up. "It's too bad we never found that perfect place." Pumbaa wakes up fully and looks forward. Whatever he sees surprises him. "Why'd we ever listen to that stupid monkey?" Timon asked. Pumbaa sits up. "I think maybe you're giving up too soon, Timon." Pumbaa said. "Beyond what you see. Huh?" Timon asked. Pumbaa grabs Timon's head and turns it. He sees a jungle paradise. "Remember that place I told you about?" Pumbaa asked. 

"Forget about your place. Get a load of what I found! Talk about beyond what you see. Pumbaa, this is our dream home." Timon pulls back a curtain of leaves from in front of the waterfalls in the style of a game show "Dramatic views." Pumbaa hangs from some vines. "Your very own porch swing. Timon and Pumbaa are in a bubbling pool. "Hot tub and spa. Timon opens the trunk of a tree filled with grubs. "Well-stocked cupboard." He said. Pumbaa walks over. Pumbaa licks up the grubs and begins munching on them. "Let's celebrate!" Timon lays on a hammock. "The monkey was right." Timon stands up. "We found it: the perfect life." Timon leans backward and falls into the water. Pumbaa makes a shish kebab out of grubs. "I'll just whip up a little something." He said. Timon emerges from the water. He grabs a leaf and uses it as a towel. "He had the perfect name for it too." Timon said.

Pumbaa shakes up a grub salad. "Come and get it." He said. Timon leans against a rock table. "Such a wonderful phrase. It had this rhythm. Laduda ladada." Timon said. Pumbaa holds out a leaf dish. "Try this: hot tuna frittata." He said. "Hmm. No, that's not it." Timon said. Pumbaa sets down another bowl of grubs. "The spinach armada." He said. "Quiet, Pumbaa. I'm trying to think." Timon said. Pumbaa sets down a coconut filled with grub mush. "A spoon of ricotta." He said. Timon holds up two fingers. "Two words." He said. Pumbaa sets down a leaf bowl filled with worms. "A wormy piccata." He said. "Six syllables." Timon said. Timon stands. Pumbaa sets down a snail shell filled with grub mush. "Kahuna colada." He said. "Twelve letters." Timon said. Pumbaa sets down a steaming leaf of blue grubs. 

"A blue enchilada." He said. "Rhymes with–" Timon continued. Pumbaa holds out a bowl of grubs. "Legumes on a platter." Timon taps his head. "Think, think, think, think..." he said. Pumbaa pokes at one of the dishes. "This ought to be hotter." He said. "I forget!" Timon said. Pumbaa starts to dance. "I got to lambada!" Pumbaa bumps into Timon, who grabs him by the tusks. "Hey, how can you dance at a time like this?! I'm dying here." Timon looks abashed and backs away. "Ooh, sorry about that, pal." He said. Pumbaa stands up. "Hakuna matata." He said. Timon shakes his head in confusion. "Come again?" Timon asked. "Hakuna matata. It means "no worries." Uh... Oh." Timon and Pumbaa exchange incredulous looks. Timon and Pumbaa are now swinging on vines. The movie pauses mid-swing. "Hey, Timon. I got an idea. Let's do a sing-a-long." Pumbaa said. A ladybug appears onscreen. "Oh, you tease. I love karaoke. I'm there." Timon said.

The lyrics of "Hakuna Matata" appear on the bottom of the screen. The ladybug hops from syllable to syllable above the lyrics as the song continues. "Hakuna matata!" Timon and Pumbaa are lying in the grass and dancing. "What a wonderful phrase." Timon and Pumbaa are making coconut drinks. "Hakuna matata!" Pumbaa runs through the jungle, with Timon riding in his mane. "Ain't no passin' craze." The ladybug disappears. Timon and Pumbaa swing on vines. "It means no worries" Crunching sounds are heard. The camera zooms out to show the silhouettes of Timon and Pumbaa in the theater. Timon is singing into a microphone, while Pumbaa chews loudly. "For the rest of your days. Wait a second." Timon looks around and pauses the movie. "Pumbaa, where's the grub?" Pumbaa opens his mouth, and the ladybug stumbles out of it, and Timon sighs. "Oh, you just can't help yourself, can you?" He asked. "Sorry." Pumbaa said. "Okay, but this time, show a little self-control." Timon plays the movie. Timon and Pumbaa go down a water flume. The ladybug appears onscreen again and stumbles across the lyrics as the song continues. Timon and Pumbaa bungee-jumping on vines.