Timon & Pumbaa (1995–1999): Season 1, Episode 9 - Back Out in the Outback/Gabon with the Wind - full transcript
HAKUNA MATATA.
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 ♪
YEAH!
(roaring)
HAKUNA MATATA.
TIMON AND PUMBAA!
HAKUNA MATATA.
♪ IT MEANS NO WORRIES ♪
♪ FOR THE REST
OF YOUR DAYS ♪
♪ IT'S OUR
PROBLEM-FREE ♪
♪ PHILOSOPHY ♪
♪ HAKUNA MATATA ♪
Timon: (grunts) PUMBAA,
NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY,
THIS DOOR REFUSES
TO OPEN.
Pumbaa:
HAVE YOU TRIED
PULLING IT?
ALL RIGHT, PUMBAA,
WE'VE GOT TO FIND US
SOME BREAKFAST FAST.
I'M SO HUNGRY,
I COULD EAT A HORSEFLY!
WELL, MAYBE HALF
A HORSEFLY.
MAYBE WE SHOULD
SPLIT UP SO WE CAN
COVER MORE GROUND.
SAY, I KNOW PUMBAA,
WE'LL SPLIT UP SO WE CAN
YOU GO THAT WAY,
I'LL GO THIS WAY.
-LET'S FIND OURSELVES
SOME FROZEN FOOD!
-YEAH!
(gasps)
(roaring)
(screaming)
♪ DASHING THROUGH
THE SNOW ♪
♪ IN A ONE HORSE
OPEN SLEIGH ♪
♪ OVER THE HILLS WE GO ♪
♪ LAUGHING ALL THE WAY ♪
(laughs)
SAY, WOULD YOU
LOOK AT THIS!
MMM, BUGSICAL!
NO SIGN OF TIMON.
GUESS I'LL GO AHEAD
AND EAT MY HALF NOW.
-(sneezes)
-BLESS YOU.
OH, THANKS A LOT!
NOW PLEASE, CONTINUE,
REALLY, GOB ME DOWN!
END THE MISERY!
SUCH A LONELY
STICK BUG AM I.
(sneezes)
-STINK BUG?
-WELL, THAT'S RIGHT,
YOU KNOW?
CAST INTO THE COLD
BY ME CALLOUS FRIENDS.
BEING A STINK BUG
REALLY STINKS, MAN.
YES, UH,
I UNDERSTAND.
-YOU DO?
-SURE!
WE'RE ALIKE, YOU AND ME.
I SORT OF OCCASIONALLY HAVE A
PROBLEM WITH MY OWN STINKINESS.
A KINDRED SPIRIT.
(sneezes)
SAY, THAT'S SOME
COLD YOU'VE GOT.
YOU STAY HERE.
MAKE YOURSELF
SNUG AS A BUG.
I'LL GET MORE WOOD
FOR THE FIRE.
OH, THANK YOU!
YOU'RE TOO KIND.
I DO HOPE I CAN
REPAY YOU SOMEDAY.
WAKE UP THEN, STINK.
WAKE UP, YOU KNOW,
YOUR HAIR IS MESSED UP.
LADS?
WE'VE BEEN LOOKING
HIGH AND LOW FOR YOU THEN,
AND BETWEEN AS WELL.
YEAH, WE'RE SORRY ABOUT
EVERYTHING WE SAID IN
THE HEAT OF ARGUMENT, YOU KNOW.
BUT LET'S NOT BICKER THEN,
THE BAND'S JUST NOT
THE SAME WITHOUT YOU.
COME ON, STINK,
JOIN THE GROUP.
UMM, WHY NOT?
ALL IS FORGIVEN, LADS.
LET'S GO!
OH, YOU KNOW, WE SHOULD
TRY AND COME UP WITH A NAME
FOR OUR GROUP THEN.
I'VE GOT ONE,
HOW ABOUT "THE BUGS"?
WELL, SHOULDN'T WE BE
A TAD MORE SPECIFIC, LADS?
I MUST HAVE
FOOD! FOOD!
GLORIOUS FOOD!
SUSTENANCE!
I'M DONE WITH THE BUG, BABY,
HE'S ALL YOURS.
AH!
BREAKFAST!
PUMBAA, BACK SO SOON?
-HEY TIMON!
-ANY LUCK FINDING
SOME GRUB?
UH-UH!
THAT IS EXCEPT FOR THE ONE BUG.
HAVE YOU MET HIM YET?
-MET WHO?
-MY NEW PAL!
HE'S RIGHT THERE.
UH, SAY, WHERE DID HE GO?
TIME OUT, TIME ONE!
YOU'RE TELLING ME,
THERE WAS A BUG
RIGHT HERE,
THAT WAS YOUR PAL?
RIGHT!
HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?
-WHO?
-THE BUG, THE ONE
WE'RE TALKING ABOUT,
THE ONE THAT WAS
RIGHT THERE.
HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?
WELL, ACTUALLY...
FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE,
HE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND!
TELL HIM THE TRUTH.
WHAT BACON BITS FOR BRAINS
THERE DON'T KNOW WON'T HURT
HIM. LIE!
WELL, TIMON, HAVE YOU
SEEN MY BUG PAL,
OR HAVEN'T YOU?
NO. (burps)
WELL, IT SHOULD BE
EASY ENOUGH TO SPOT HIM!
OR AT LEAST SMELL HIM.
(sniffing)
SMELL HIM?
WHY IS THAT?
HE'S A STINK BUG!
PUMBAA, PUMBAA...
(echoing)
WHERE ARE YOU?
ALL RISE,
COURT IS NOW IN SESSION.
THE RIGHT HONORABLE
JUDGE STINK RESIDING.
THE DEFENDANT, TIMON IS
ACCUSED OF LYING TO HIS
BEST FRIEND.
-I OBJECT!
-SILENCE!
-HAS THE JURY REACHED
A VERDICT?
-GUILTY!
(gasps)
IT'S NOT TRUE!
I OBJECT!
ORDER IN THE COURT,
CALL THE NEXT WITNESS!
APPEAL, CROSS EXAMINE,
CROSS QUESTION, CROSS STITCH!
ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT,
I ADMIT IT!
I LIED!
SO SUE ME!
AH! I'VE BEEN DECAFFEINATED!
WHERE IS THE REST OF ME?
TIMON, YOU OKAY?
(both screaming)
DON'T EVER DO
THAT AGAIN!
OH, I HAD THE MOST
HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE, PUMBAA.
ALL THESE BUGS!
IT MUST HAVE BEEN
SOMETHING I ATE!
OR, UH, RATHER
DIDN'T EAT. DIDN'T EAT.
AS LONG AS YOU'RE
OKAY, THAT'S WHAT'S
MOST IMPORTANT, RIGHT?
UH, PUMBAA, LOOK.
THERE'S A LITTLE
SOMETHING I NEED TO TELL YOU.
I ALWAYS WANT
TO HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE
TO SAY, TIMON.
YOU'RE MY VERY
BEST FRIEND!
GREAT! IT'S, UM, ABOUT
YOUR STINKY LITTLE FRIEND.
THE ONE YOU SAY WAS OVER THERE.
YEAH, STINKY!
WHAT ABOUT HIM?
WELL, IT'S LIKE THIS...
UH, A FEROCIOUS GRIZZLE
BEAR BROKE INTO THE CABIN
AND KIDNAPPED HIM.
WOW! WE'VE GOT TO GO
SAVE HIM! HE COULD STILL
BE ALIVE! COME ON, TIMON!
AYE! (sighs)
PUMBAA, THIS IS LIKE
LOOKING FOR A BEETLE
IN A HAYSTACK.
MAYBE WE SHOULD
JUST FORGET IT.
FORGET IT? NO TIMON.
WE'RE GOING TO KEEP
SEARCHING.
LONG AND HARD,
NIGHT AND DAY,
LEAVE NO STONE UNTURNED.
COME ON!
UM, NO GRIZZLE BEAR,
NO PROBLEM.
PUMBAA, OVER HERE.
OVER HERE!
WHAT, TIMON?
IS THE GRIZZLE BEAR
INSIDE THERE?
YES, THAT'S RIGHT.
JUST INSIDE. NOW YOU WAIT
HERE WHILE I GO IN THERE
AND RESCUE YOUR
BUG FRIEND.
WHAT A PAL!
ALL RIGHT, YOU...
FEROCIOUS GRIZZLE
BEAR, YOU.
HAND OVER THE BUG,
OR YOU'LL HAVE ME
TO CONTEND WITH!
(mimics growling)
ALL RIGHT, YOU ASKED
FOR IT!
(grunting)
HEY, PUMBAA! I'M REALLY
SMASHING AND CRASHING
THAT BAD OLD GRIZZLE BEAR!
WHAT A PAL, WHAT A PAL,
WHAT A PAL, WHAT A PAL!
GO TIMON!
AND THAT! AND THAT!
WELL, PUMBAA, I GUESS
THAT TAKES CARE OF THAT
BAD OLD GRIZZLE... BEAR.
(screaming)
HEY, TIMON, WHAT
ABOUT THE BUG?
(roaring)
GIVE IT THE GAS, PUMBAA!
NO PROBLEM WITH ME!
GOOD JOB, PUMBAA!
YOUR WIND TOOK THE WIND
OUT OF HIS SAILS.
-THANKS!
-(both screaming)
EH, PUMBAA, I THINK
WE'RE IN TROUBLE.
GET OUT! YOU STINK!
WE'LL FIND US ANOTHER
DRUMMER.
(laughing)
WHAT ARE WE GOING
TO DO, TIMON?
TASTE GOOD, I SUPPOSE.
I'VE GOT TO HELP THEM!
BUT HOW CAN I?
(sneezing)
(screaming)
SAY, LOOK WHO IT IS!
-WHO IS IT?
-THE BUG!
WHAT BUG?
-MY BUG!
-YOUR BUG?
BUG PAL! THANKS FOR
SAVING US, PAL!
OH, WELL,
IT'S THE LEAST I COULD DO.
BUT, IF THAT'S WHO I
THINK IT IS, THEN,
WHO DID I...
WHAT'S WRONG, TIMON?
OH, PUMBAA, I HAVE
A CONFESSION TO MAKE.
I THOUGHT I HAD EATEN
YOUR FRIEND
AND WHEN YOU ASKED
ME IF I KNEW WHAT
HAPPENED TO HIM...
(sobbing) I LIED!
YOU MEAN YOU MADE
EVERYTHING UP?
EVERYTHING!
I'M SORRY!
WILL YOU EVER
FORGIVE ME?
OH, TIMON...
APOLOGY ACCEPTED.
THANKS PUMBAA.
COME ON, LET'S GET
BACK TO THE CABIN.
SAY, IF YOU TWO LADS
ARE REALLY HUNGRY,
I DO HAVE A FEW FORMER
BEETLE CHUMS
I CAN INTRODUCE YOU TO.
All: HELP!
(screaming)
RUN, PUMBAA!
AH, WE'RE GOING TO DIE,
WE'RE GOING TO DIE!
(roaring)
(whimpers)
(flushing)
(laughing) HEY,
HERE'S A TIP BIG BOY,
NEXT TIME YOU GO
RIVER RAFTING,
BRING YOUR RAFT! (laughs)
PHEW! THAT WAS
A CLOSE CALL!
WHAT? OH, THAT MOOK
DIDN'T HAVE A CHANCE!
HAVEN'T YOU EVER
NOTICED, PUMBAA?
THAT WHILE WE ARE
FREQUENTLY CHASED,
WE ARE NEVER EATEN.
TRUE, SOMETIMES WE
CUT IT CLOSE,
BUT WE NEVER
ACTUALLY GET CAUGHT!
AND WHY? BECAUSE WE
ARE CHARMED IN A LUCKY
FORTUNATE TYPE WAY!
BUT OUR LUCK
CAN'T LAST
FOREVER, TIMON.
WHAT? YOU THINK SOMEHOW
THAT BIG OLD CAT IS GOING
TO MAKE IT BACK UP THE RIVER,
SLYLY STALK US
AND POUNCE WITH
A GREAT BIG ROAR?
(roaring)
(screaming)
OH, NO!
NICE KITTY!
(screaming)
PUMBAA, IF YOU LIKE
MY FACE YOU BETTER
PICK UP THE PACE!
WHERE DO I GO?
OH, WE'RE GOING
TO DIE, WE'RE GOING
TO DIE!
AH, EXCUSE ME A MOMENT,
I'M NEEDED UP IN NAVIGATION.
COME IN WARTHOG,
WE'VE GOT UNFRIENDLY
FANGS BEARING 1-5-9ER.
PROCEED A.S.A.P.
TO THE NEAREST
HOLLOW TREE. OVER.
WARTHOG TO MEERKAT,
WARTHOG TO MEERKAT,
AFFIRMATIVE, MEERKAT.
I GOT ONE IN MY SIGHT,
BUT I AIN'T GONNA FIT.
TIMON, THE HOLE
IS TOO SMALL!
WARTHOG, YOU'RE BREAKING UP,
BUT IN CASE YOU CAN
STILL READ ME,
I THINK THE HOLE
IS TOO SMALL!
(yelps)
(panting)
OH, ARE WE STILL
IN ONE PIECE?
HEAD, BODY,
TAIL, SNOUT.
SNOUT? SNOUT!
AH! MY SNOUT
IS GONE, PUMBAA!
WAIT A MINUTE!
I DON'T HAVE
A SNOUT! PHEW!
OKAY, WE'RE FINE.
BUT WHAT IF HE'S STILL
OUT THERE?
FRANKLY, I CAN'T
SEE MUCH OF
ANYTHING OUT HERE.
BOY, NIGHT SURE
FALLS FAST IN THIS
NECK OF THE WOODS.
I DON'T REMEMBER
IT BEING THIS DARK!
AH! THEN AGAIN,
I DON'T REMEMBER BEING
SURROUNDED BY
FEROCIOUS TEETH
AND HEALTHY GUMS EITHER!
SO IF I HAD TO
HAZARD A GUESS,
I'D SAY...
HE'S STILL THERE.
WE'RE GOING TO DIE, TIMON!
HE'S GOT US UP A TREE.
CORRECTION, PUMBAA,
OLD PAL!
HE'S GOT US
IN A TREE!
BUT IF WE GO UP
THE TREE, WE CAN
JUMP ONTO ANY ONE
OF ABOUT TEN
BAJILLION OTHERS!
AND BY THE TIME
WE'RE FINISHED TRAVERSING
FROM BRANCH TO BRANCH,
OLD FANG BOY OUT
THERE WILL BE JUST
A MEMORY!
I HOPE IT WORKS, TIMON.
CONFIDENCE, PUMBAA.
ALL WE GOTTA DO
IS MAKE LIKE A TREE
AND LEAF! HA!
(gasping)
(laughing)
WELL, PUMBAA,
IT APPEARS OUR PLAN
HAS BEEN CUT SHORT.
OH, NO, HE CHOPPED
DOWN ALL THE TREES
AND NOW WE'RE GOING
TO GET CHEWED UP LIKE
TOOTHPICKS!
WHAT ARE WE
GOING TO DO?
GEE, I DON'T KNOW
PUMBAA, I'M STUMPED!
(laughs) OH, MAN!
ANYWAY, IT'S SIMPLE.
I'LL JUST THINK OF
ANOTHER PLAN.
WE CAN ASSEMBLE A
SUBTERRANEAN ARMORED
VEHICLE,
CAPABLE OF DRILLING
BENEATH THE EARTH'S
CRUST,
THEREBY TRANSPORTING US
AWAY FROM THE PREDATOR.
UH-UH.
WE'LL LAUNCH A THREE-STAGE
ORBITAL SPACE POD,
TRAVEL THROUGH THE
EARTH'S ATMOSPHERE,
THEN TOUCH DOWN
ON A SPOT, PREDETERMINED
TO BE SAFE FROM ALL PREDATORS.
NAH!
-CALL A TREE SURGEON?
-NAH!
-PRETEND WE'RE INVISIBLE?
-NO!
GO TO FUNKY TOWN?
-MAKE GELATIN.
-NAH!
-SING SONGS?
-NO!
-SCREAM!
-NOPE!
-CRY!
-NO!
-BELCH.
-UH-UH. (burps)
WELL, THEN, I HAVE
ONE LAST BRILLIANT IDEA!
REALLY? WHAT?
TELL ME!
RUN!
(roaring)
(screaming)
WHAT ARE YOU?
A PIG OR A PROTRACTOR?
YOU RAN US RIGHT
BACK TO WHERE WE
STARTED!
UH, BUT TIMON,
WE WERE GOING TO DIE!
SO WHAT ARE
WE SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?
WAIT HIM OUT?
AH, YOU'RE IN NO STATE
TO MAKE DECISIONS, PUMBAA.
I SAY WE JUST...
WAIT HIM OUT.
BUT IF WE'RE STUCK
HERE IN THIS TREE,
AREN'T WE GOING TO GET HUNGRY?
HUNGRY, PUMBAA?
OH, WE'RE GOING
TO BE STARVING!
RAVENOUS AND HALLUCINATING
THAT WE WANT TO EAT EACH OTHER!
UNLESS, WE KEEP BUSY.
(laughing)
(thuds)
(squeaks)
(burps)
(burping)
I WONDER IF HE'S
STILL OUT THERE.
SAY, PUMBAA, YOU KNOW
WHAT I WAS WONDERING?
WHAT'S THAT, TIMON?
COULD I HAVE THAT
APPLE IN YOUR MOUTH?
APPLE? WHAT APPLE?
THE ONE THAT I'D
LIKE FOR DESSERT!
DESSERT?
BUT WHAT'S FOR DINNER?
YOU! (munching)
HOLD IT RIGHT
THERE, TIMON.
WE'RE PALS, REMEMBER?
NOW PULL YOURSELF
TOGETHER!
(chuckles) WHAT? OH.
CAN'T YOU TAKE
A LITTLE JOKE?
A JOKE? ALONG WITH
A LITTLE STEAK?
OH, LET ME GUESS,
A T-BONE?
NO, BUT TIMON!
WAIT A MINUTE!
PUMBAA, LOOK WHAT'S
BECOME OF US!
95 SHORT YEARS!
WE'RE NOT ONLY
BORED, WE'RE SMORGASBORD.
DO YOU KNOW
WHAT THIS MEANS?
THAT OUR LUCK
HAS FINALLY RUN OUT?
NO, IT MEANS
WE'RE GONNA DIE!
BE BRAVE,
MY POOR-SEEING PAL,
BECAUSE AFTER ALL,
WE STARTED AS FRIENDS
AND WE'LL END
AS FRIENDS.
(both sobbing)
GOOD SIR,
WE ARE PREPARED
TO MEET OUR FATE.
FOR PROUDLY,
WE HAVE LIVED.
AND BRAVELY
WE WILL DIE.
JUST.
IT'S ABOUT TIME
YOU GUYS CAME OUT
OF THERE.
WELL, AREN'T YOU
GOING TO EAT US?
I CAN'T EAT MEAT!
WELL, ANYMORE...
Both: HUH?
IT'S THE DOCTOR'S ORDERS.
ALL I CAN EAT IS
BRAN MUSH
AND PRUNE JUICE.
BUT THAT DOESN'T
MEAN I STILL CAN'T
CHASE YOU!
(coughing)
(coughing)
COME BACK HERE, YOU GUYS!
(coughing and choking)
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 ♪
YEAH!
(roaring)
HAKUNA MATATA.
TIMON AND PUMBAA!
HAKUNA MATATA.
♪ IT MEANS NO WORRIES ♪
♪ FOR THE REST
OF YOUR DAYS ♪
♪ IT'S OUR
PROBLEM-FREE ♪
♪ PHILOSOPHY ♪
♪ HAKUNA MATATA ♪
Timon: (grunts) PUMBAA,
NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY,
THIS DOOR REFUSES
TO OPEN.
Pumbaa:
HAVE YOU TRIED
PULLING IT?
ALL RIGHT, PUMBAA,
WE'VE GOT TO FIND US
SOME BREAKFAST FAST.
I'M SO HUNGRY,
I COULD EAT A HORSEFLY!
WELL, MAYBE HALF
A HORSEFLY.
MAYBE WE SHOULD
SPLIT UP SO WE CAN
COVER MORE GROUND.
SAY, I KNOW PUMBAA,
WE'LL SPLIT UP SO WE CAN
YOU GO THAT WAY,
I'LL GO THIS WAY.
-LET'S FIND OURSELVES
SOME FROZEN FOOD!
-YEAH!
(gasps)
(roaring)
(screaming)
♪ DASHING THROUGH
THE SNOW ♪
♪ IN A ONE HORSE
OPEN SLEIGH ♪
♪ OVER THE HILLS WE GO ♪
♪ LAUGHING ALL THE WAY ♪
(laughs)
SAY, WOULD YOU
LOOK AT THIS!
MMM, BUGSICAL!
NO SIGN OF TIMON.
GUESS I'LL GO AHEAD
AND EAT MY HALF NOW.
-(sneezes)
-BLESS YOU.
OH, THANKS A LOT!
NOW PLEASE, CONTINUE,
REALLY, GOB ME DOWN!
END THE MISERY!
SUCH A LONELY
STICK BUG AM I.
(sneezes)
-STINK BUG?
-WELL, THAT'S RIGHT,
YOU KNOW?
CAST INTO THE COLD
BY ME CALLOUS FRIENDS.
BEING A STINK BUG
REALLY STINKS, MAN.
YES, UH,
I UNDERSTAND.
-YOU DO?
-SURE!
WE'RE ALIKE, YOU AND ME.
I SORT OF OCCASIONALLY HAVE A
PROBLEM WITH MY OWN STINKINESS.
A KINDRED SPIRIT.
(sneezes)
SAY, THAT'S SOME
COLD YOU'VE GOT.
YOU STAY HERE.
MAKE YOURSELF
SNUG AS A BUG.
I'LL GET MORE WOOD
FOR THE FIRE.
OH, THANK YOU!
YOU'RE TOO KIND.
I DO HOPE I CAN
REPAY YOU SOMEDAY.
WAKE UP THEN, STINK.
WAKE UP, YOU KNOW,
YOUR HAIR IS MESSED UP.
LADS?
WE'VE BEEN LOOKING
HIGH AND LOW FOR YOU THEN,
AND BETWEEN AS WELL.
YEAH, WE'RE SORRY ABOUT
EVERYTHING WE SAID IN
THE HEAT OF ARGUMENT, YOU KNOW.
BUT LET'S NOT BICKER THEN,
THE BAND'S JUST NOT
THE SAME WITHOUT YOU.
COME ON, STINK,
JOIN THE GROUP.
UMM, WHY NOT?
ALL IS FORGIVEN, LADS.
LET'S GO!
OH, YOU KNOW, WE SHOULD
TRY AND COME UP WITH A NAME
FOR OUR GROUP THEN.
I'VE GOT ONE,
HOW ABOUT "THE BUGS"?
WELL, SHOULDN'T WE BE
A TAD MORE SPECIFIC, LADS?
I MUST HAVE
FOOD! FOOD!
GLORIOUS FOOD!
SUSTENANCE!
I'M DONE WITH THE BUG, BABY,
HE'S ALL YOURS.
AH!
BREAKFAST!
PUMBAA, BACK SO SOON?
-HEY TIMON!
-ANY LUCK FINDING
SOME GRUB?
UH-UH!
THAT IS EXCEPT FOR THE ONE BUG.
HAVE YOU MET HIM YET?
-MET WHO?
-MY NEW PAL!
HE'S RIGHT THERE.
UH, SAY, WHERE DID HE GO?
TIME OUT, TIME ONE!
YOU'RE TELLING ME,
THERE WAS A BUG
RIGHT HERE,
THAT WAS YOUR PAL?
RIGHT!
HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?
-WHO?
-THE BUG, THE ONE
WE'RE TALKING ABOUT,
THE ONE THAT WAS
RIGHT THERE.
HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?
WELL, ACTUALLY...
FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE,
HE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND!
TELL HIM THE TRUTH.
WHAT BACON BITS FOR BRAINS
THERE DON'T KNOW WON'T HURT
HIM. LIE!
WELL, TIMON, HAVE YOU
SEEN MY BUG PAL,
OR HAVEN'T YOU?
NO. (burps)
WELL, IT SHOULD BE
EASY ENOUGH TO SPOT HIM!
OR AT LEAST SMELL HIM.
(sniffing)
SMELL HIM?
WHY IS THAT?
HE'S A STINK BUG!
PUMBAA, PUMBAA...
(echoing)
WHERE ARE YOU?
ALL RISE,
COURT IS NOW IN SESSION.
THE RIGHT HONORABLE
JUDGE STINK RESIDING.
THE DEFENDANT, TIMON IS
ACCUSED OF LYING TO HIS
BEST FRIEND.
-I OBJECT!
-SILENCE!
-HAS THE JURY REACHED
A VERDICT?
-GUILTY!
(gasps)
IT'S NOT TRUE!
I OBJECT!
ORDER IN THE COURT,
CALL THE NEXT WITNESS!
APPEAL, CROSS EXAMINE,
CROSS QUESTION, CROSS STITCH!
ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT,
I ADMIT IT!
I LIED!
SO SUE ME!
AH! I'VE BEEN DECAFFEINATED!
WHERE IS THE REST OF ME?
TIMON, YOU OKAY?
(both screaming)
DON'T EVER DO
THAT AGAIN!
OH, I HAD THE MOST
HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE, PUMBAA.
ALL THESE BUGS!
IT MUST HAVE BEEN
SOMETHING I ATE!
OR, UH, RATHER
DIDN'T EAT. DIDN'T EAT.
AS LONG AS YOU'RE
OKAY, THAT'S WHAT'S
MOST IMPORTANT, RIGHT?
UH, PUMBAA, LOOK.
THERE'S A LITTLE
SOMETHING I NEED TO TELL YOU.
I ALWAYS WANT
TO HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE
TO SAY, TIMON.
YOU'RE MY VERY
BEST FRIEND!
GREAT! IT'S, UM, ABOUT
YOUR STINKY LITTLE FRIEND.
THE ONE YOU SAY WAS OVER THERE.
YEAH, STINKY!
WHAT ABOUT HIM?
WELL, IT'S LIKE THIS...
UH, A FEROCIOUS GRIZZLE
BEAR BROKE INTO THE CABIN
AND KIDNAPPED HIM.
WOW! WE'VE GOT TO GO
SAVE HIM! HE COULD STILL
BE ALIVE! COME ON, TIMON!
AYE! (sighs)
PUMBAA, THIS IS LIKE
LOOKING FOR A BEETLE
IN A HAYSTACK.
MAYBE WE SHOULD
JUST FORGET IT.
FORGET IT? NO TIMON.
WE'RE GOING TO KEEP
SEARCHING.
LONG AND HARD,
NIGHT AND DAY,
LEAVE NO STONE UNTURNED.
COME ON!
UM, NO GRIZZLE BEAR,
NO PROBLEM.
PUMBAA, OVER HERE.
OVER HERE!
WHAT, TIMON?
IS THE GRIZZLE BEAR
INSIDE THERE?
YES, THAT'S RIGHT.
JUST INSIDE. NOW YOU WAIT
HERE WHILE I GO IN THERE
AND RESCUE YOUR
BUG FRIEND.
WHAT A PAL!
ALL RIGHT, YOU...
FEROCIOUS GRIZZLE
BEAR, YOU.
HAND OVER THE BUG,
OR YOU'LL HAVE ME
TO CONTEND WITH!
(mimics growling)
ALL RIGHT, YOU ASKED
FOR IT!
(grunting)
HEY, PUMBAA! I'M REALLY
SMASHING AND CRASHING
THAT BAD OLD GRIZZLE BEAR!
WHAT A PAL, WHAT A PAL,
WHAT A PAL, WHAT A PAL!
GO TIMON!
AND THAT! AND THAT!
WELL, PUMBAA, I GUESS
THAT TAKES CARE OF THAT
BAD OLD GRIZZLE... BEAR.
(screaming)
HEY, TIMON, WHAT
ABOUT THE BUG?
(roaring)
GIVE IT THE GAS, PUMBAA!
NO PROBLEM WITH ME!
GOOD JOB, PUMBAA!
YOUR WIND TOOK THE WIND
OUT OF HIS SAILS.
-THANKS!
-(both screaming)
EH, PUMBAA, I THINK
WE'RE IN TROUBLE.
GET OUT! YOU STINK!
WE'LL FIND US ANOTHER
DRUMMER.
(laughing)
WHAT ARE WE GOING
TO DO, TIMON?
TASTE GOOD, I SUPPOSE.
I'VE GOT TO HELP THEM!
BUT HOW CAN I?
(sneezing)
(screaming)
SAY, LOOK WHO IT IS!
-WHO IS IT?
-THE BUG!
WHAT BUG?
-MY BUG!
-YOUR BUG?
BUG PAL! THANKS FOR
SAVING US, PAL!
OH, WELL,
IT'S THE LEAST I COULD DO.
BUT, IF THAT'S WHO I
THINK IT IS, THEN,
WHO DID I...
WHAT'S WRONG, TIMON?
OH, PUMBAA, I HAVE
A CONFESSION TO MAKE.
I THOUGHT I HAD EATEN
YOUR FRIEND
AND WHEN YOU ASKED
ME IF I KNEW WHAT
HAPPENED TO HIM...
(sobbing) I LIED!
YOU MEAN YOU MADE
EVERYTHING UP?
EVERYTHING!
I'M SORRY!
WILL YOU EVER
FORGIVE ME?
OH, TIMON...
APOLOGY ACCEPTED.
THANKS PUMBAA.
COME ON, LET'S GET
BACK TO THE CABIN.
SAY, IF YOU TWO LADS
ARE REALLY HUNGRY,
I DO HAVE A FEW FORMER
BEETLE CHUMS
I CAN INTRODUCE YOU TO.
All: HELP!
(screaming)
RUN, PUMBAA!
AH, WE'RE GOING TO DIE,
WE'RE GOING TO DIE!
(roaring)
(whimpers)
(flushing)
(laughing) HEY,
HERE'S A TIP BIG BOY,
NEXT TIME YOU GO
RIVER RAFTING,
BRING YOUR RAFT! (laughs)
PHEW! THAT WAS
A CLOSE CALL!
WHAT? OH, THAT MOOK
DIDN'T HAVE A CHANCE!
HAVEN'T YOU EVER
NOTICED, PUMBAA?
THAT WHILE WE ARE
FREQUENTLY CHASED,
WE ARE NEVER EATEN.
TRUE, SOMETIMES WE
CUT IT CLOSE,
BUT WE NEVER
ACTUALLY GET CAUGHT!
AND WHY? BECAUSE WE
ARE CHARMED IN A LUCKY
FORTUNATE TYPE WAY!
BUT OUR LUCK
CAN'T LAST
FOREVER, TIMON.
WHAT? YOU THINK SOMEHOW
THAT BIG OLD CAT IS GOING
TO MAKE IT BACK UP THE RIVER,
SLYLY STALK US
AND POUNCE WITH
A GREAT BIG ROAR?
(roaring)
(screaming)
OH, NO!
NICE KITTY!
(screaming)
PUMBAA, IF YOU LIKE
MY FACE YOU BETTER
PICK UP THE PACE!
WHERE DO I GO?
OH, WE'RE GOING
TO DIE, WE'RE GOING
TO DIE!
AH, EXCUSE ME A MOMENT,
I'M NEEDED UP IN NAVIGATION.
COME IN WARTHOG,
WE'VE GOT UNFRIENDLY
FANGS BEARING 1-5-9ER.
PROCEED A.S.A.P.
TO THE NEAREST
HOLLOW TREE. OVER.
WARTHOG TO MEERKAT,
WARTHOG TO MEERKAT,
AFFIRMATIVE, MEERKAT.
I GOT ONE IN MY SIGHT,
BUT I AIN'T GONNA FIT.
TIMON, THE HOLE
IS TOO SMALL!
WARTHOG, YOU'RE BREAKING UP,
BUT IN CASE YOU CAN
STILL READ ME,
I THINK THE HOLE
IS TOO SMALL!
(yelps)
(panting)
OH, ARE WE STILL
IN ONE PIECE?
HEAD, BODY,
TAIL, SNOUT.
SNOUT? SNOUT!
AH! MY SNOUT
IS GONE, PUMBAA!
WAIT A MINUTE!
I DON'T HAVE
A SNOUT! PHEW!
OKAY, WE'RE FINE.
BUT WHAT IF HE'S STILL
OUT THERE?
FRANKLY, I CAN'T
SEE MUCH OF
ANYTHING OUT HERE.
BOY, NIGHT SURE
FALLS FAST IN THIS
NECK OF THE WOODS.
I DON'T REMEMBER
IT BEING THIS DARK!
AH! THEN AGAIN,
I DON'T REMEMBER BEING
SURROUNDED BY
FEROCIOUS TEETH
AND HEALTHY GUMS EITHER!
SO IF I HAD TO
HAZARD A GUESS,
I'D SAY...
HE'S STILL THERE.
WE'RE GOING TO DIE, TIMON!
HE'S GOT US UP A TREE.
CORRECTION, PUMBAA,
OLD PAL!
HE'S GOT US
IN A TREE!
BUT IF WE GO UP
THE TREE, WE CAN
JUMP ONTO ANY ONE
OF ABOUT TEN
BAJILLION OTHERS!
AND BY THE TIME
WE'RE FINISHED TRAVERSING
FROM BRANCH TO BRANCH,
OLD FANG BOY OUT
THERE WILL BE JUST
A MEMORY!
I HOPE IT WORKS, TIMON.
CONFIDENCE, PUMBAA.
ALL WE GOTTA DO
IS MAKE LIKE A TREE
AND LEAF! HA!
(gasping)
(laughing)
WELL, PUMBAA,
IT APPEARS OUR PLAN
HAS BEEN CUT SHORT.
OH, NO, HE CHOPPED
DOWN ALL THE TREES
AND NOW WE'RE GOING
TO GET CHEWED UP LIKE
TOOTHPICKS!
WHAT ARE WE
GOING TO DO?
GEE, I DON'T KNOW
PUMBAA, I'M STUMPED!
(laughs) OH, MAN!
ANYWAY, IT'S SIMPLE.
I'LL JUST THINK OF
ANOTHER PLAN.
WE CAN ASSEMBLE A
SUBTERRANEAN ARMORED
VEHICLE,
CAPABLE OF DRILLING
BENEATH THE EARTH'S
CRUST,
THEREBY TRANSPORTING US
AWAY FROM THE PREDATOR.
UH-UH.
WE'LL LAUNCH A THREE-STAGE
ORBITAL SPACE POD,
TRAVEL THROUGH THE
EARTH'S ATMOSPHERE,
THEN TOUCH DOWN
ON A SPOT, PREDETERMINED
TO BE SAFE FROM ALL PREDATORS.
NAH!
-CALL A TREE SURGEON?
-NAH!
-PRETEND WE'RE INVISIBLE?
-NO!
GO TO FUNKY TOWN?
-MAKE GELATIN.
-NAH!
-SING SONGS?
-NO!
-SCREAM!
-NOPE!
-CRY!
-NO!
-BELCH.
-UH-UH. (burps)
WELL, THEN, I HAVE
ONE LAST BRILLIANT IDEA!
REALLY? WHAT?
TELL ME!
RUN!
(roaring)
(screaming)
WHAT ARE YOU?
A PIG OR A PROTRACTOR?
YOU RAN US RIGHT
BACK TO WHERE WE
STARTED!
UH, BUT TIMON,
WE WERE GOING TO DIE!
SO WHAT ARE
WE SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?
WAIT HIM OUT?
AH, YOU'RE IN NO STATE
TO MAKE DECISIONS, PUMBAA.
I SAY WE JUST...
WAIT HIM OUT.
BUT IF WE'RE STUCK
HERE IN THIS TREE,
AREN'T WE GOING TO GET HUNGRY?
HUNGRY, PUMBAA?
OH, WE'RE GOING
TO BE STARVING!
RAVENOUS AND HALLUCINATING
THAT WE WANT TO EAT EACH OTHER!
UNLESS, WE KEEP BUSY.
(laughing)
(thuds)
(squeaks)
(burps)
(burping)
I WONDER IF HE'S
STILL OUT THERE.
SAY, PUMBAA, YOU KNOW
WHAT I WAS WONDERING?
WHAT'S THAT, TIMON?
COULD I HAVE THAT
APPLE IN YOUR MOUTH?
APPLE? WHAT APPLE?
THE ONE THAT I'D
LIKE FOR DESSERT!
DESSERT?
BUT WHAT'S FOR DINNER?
YOU! (munching)
HOLD IT RIGHT
THERE, TIMON.
WE'RE PALS, REMEMBER?
NOW PULL YOURSELF
TOGETHER!
(chuckles) WHAT? OH.
CAN'T YOU TAKE
A LITTLE JOKE?
A JOKE? ALONG WITH
A LITTLE STEAK?
OH, LET ME GUESS,
A T-BONE?
NO, BUT TIMON!
WAIT A MINUTE!
PUMBAA, LOOK WHAT'S
BECOME OF US!
95 SHORT YEARS!
WE'RE NOT ONLY
BORED, WE'RE SMORGASBORD.
DO YOU KNOW
WHAT THIS MEANS?
THAT OUR LUCK
HAS FINALLY RUN OUT?
NO, IT MEANS
WE'RE GONNA DIE!
BE BRAVE,
MY POOR-SEEING PAL,
BECAUSE AFTER ALL,
WE STARTED AS FRIENDS
AND WE'LL END
AS FRIENDS.
(both sobbing)
GOOD SIR,
WE ARE PREPARED
TO MEET OUR FATE.
FOR PROUDLY,
WE HAVE LIVED.
AND BRAVELY
WE WILL DIE.
JUST.
IT'S ABOUT TIME
YOU GUYS CAME OUT
OF THERE.
WELL, AREN'T YOU
GOING TO EAT US?
I CAN'T EAT MEAT!
WELL, ANYMORE...
Both: HUH?
IT'S THE DOCTOR'S ORDERS.
ALL I CAN EAT IS
BRAN MUSH
AND PRUNE JUICE.
BUT THAT DOESN'T
MEAN I STILL CAN'T
CHASE YOU!
(coughing)
(coughing)
COME BACK HERE, YOU GUYS!
(coughing and choking)