The Lion King - Human Edition

Chapter One

9 Years Later

"Dad!" Simba slapped his snoring father's hand. "Wake up dad! Come on dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!" Simba nagged. "Mmmpphhh.. Tell your son to go away.." Sarabi moaned in her sleep. "Before sunrise he's your son." Mufasa tucked himself in more with his blanket. "Dad!" Simba tried to pull Mufasa's ear like Sarabi does when Simba misbehaves.

"ERR!" He grabbed his old boxing gloves and rammed into his dad who finally groaned awake. "You promised! Saturday! First thing in the morning!" He crossed his arms and pouted. Mufasa opened his eyes a crack, seeing his son hanging on his arm, glaring with disappointment. "Okay okay.. I'm up I'm up.." Mufasa yawned and stretched, waking her majesty.

"Alright!" He slid out the room to get ready. "Hi Mrs. Nala's mom! Okay bye!" He bolted past her into his room and threw on whatever he first saw in his closet before practically summer salting to the door where Mufasa waited. "I'm ready!" He slammed into his father's leg. "Excited much." Mufasa invited him out. Sarabi stood behind them. "Bye mom.." Simba hugged her, she hugged back but on his way out she smacked his back side. "Mom!" He growled in embarrassment.

Mufasa lead Simba to the roof of the castle where he could admire generations of royalty on the land. "Look son." Mufasa held his hand, palm up, fingers pointed to the horizon. "Past the buildings, through the gardens and farmland. Everything the light touches, will some day belong to you." Mufasa showcased his land.

"What about that shadowy place?" Simba pointed. "That's beyond our boarders Simba. You must never step foot there, understand? The rebels live there." Mufasa advised. "But I thought the king can do whatever he wanted!" Simba complained. Mufasa smiled at his clueless son. "Well there's more than just getting your way all the time." He shook his head. "There's more!" He covered his mouth, his eyes sparkled in fascination. Mufasa let out a little laugh. "Simba.. You reek of desperation." He joked, helping him down.

The walked through the city where people gathered, buying and selling products. A few were being arrested for scamming or lacking a permit. "Everything you see here Simba.. Exists in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance. We have to respect every bit of it. From the crawling ants that you burn with a magnifying glass with Nala, to the cows that live across the acreage." Mufasa stopped by a field of cows. "But dad, don't we eat steak all the time? "Yes, but let me explain.. Here's an example. The farmer maintains the grass, that cows eat and when they die we eat them. Here's the catch, when we die.. Our bodies become the grass. So, we are all connected in the great circle of life." Mufasa introduced.

'But dad.. I already know the food chain..' Simba nodded along, resisting rolling his eyes. "Good morning Sire!" A familiar, enthusiastic British accent greeted the king. "Good morning Zazu!" Mufasa welcomed with the same enthusiasm. "Checking in with my morning report." He bowed. "Fire away." Mufasa nodded.

Simba crossed his arms and kicked the pebbles on the ground, the morning report was an endless blabber of words that had nothing to do with him, he couldn't give a damn what was happening. He used this time to practice tackling and pinning Nala since he sucked. He rammed into the pole, and when Mufasa got bored, he glanced to Simba as Zazu was blabbering with his eyes closed. "What are you doing?" Mufasa whispered. "Practising.." He casually puffed. "Oh! Well let an old pro show you how it's done." Mufasa snickered, pulling Simba under his wing. "Zazu, would you turn around please?" Mufasa requested. "Your wish is my command sire." He turned away and continued blabbering.

Simba grinned, he was nine years old and this guy was shorter than him, it was going to be a no-brainier to tackle him. "Stay low.. Keep your back straight." Mufasa whispered. "What's going on?" Zazu glanced back. "A lesson about stealth.." Mufasa sugar coated. "Oh oka- Pouncing! Oh no sir you can't be serious!" He plead, Mufasa grinned wickedly and twisted his wrist, ordering him to turn around. Zazu wept a bit. "What are you telling him Mufasa!" Zazu whimpered when all went silent. "Mufasa? Simba?" Zazu glanced over his shoulder before feeling a force slam him to the ground. Mufasa burst out laughing. "That's really good." Mufasa praised.

Simba chuckled, he tripped off Zazu's back. "This time-" Simba ran into a soldier. "Sir! News from the underground!" He whispered to Zazu. "Your majesty! Rebels on our land!" Zazu panicked. "Zazu, take Simba home." He ordered, drawing his gun and standing by the guard. "Aw come on dad! Can't I come?" Simba plead. "No son." Mufasa refused, rushing to protect.

"Ugh.. I never get to do anything.. I bet it's so cool to do that stuff.." Simba sighed at the end. "Oh cheer up young master. One day, you will be king. And when you're older you can chase those worthless, smoking, bums from dawn until dusk." He smiled to cheer him up.