Follow Me and Youll Never Go Hungry Again

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Developed Simba: I know what I have to practise. But going back means I'll have to face my by. I've been running from it for and then long.

[Rafiki hits Simba on the head with his stick]

Adult Simba: Ow! Jeez, what was that for?

Rafiki: It doesn't matter. It's in the past.

[laughs]

Adult Simba: Yes, just it still hurts.

Rafiki: Oh yes, the past tin can hurt. But from the mode I see it, you can either run from it, or... larn from it.

[swings his stick over again at Simba, who ducks out of the way]

Rafiki: Ha. You see? And so what are you going to practice?

Adult Simba: Starting time, I'm gonna take your stick.

[Simba snatches Rafiki's stick and throws it and Rafiki runs to take hold of it]

Rafiki: No, no, no, no, not the stick! Hey, where you going?

Developed Simba: I'm going back!

Rafiki: Practiced! Get on! Become out of hither!

[Rafiki begins laughing and screeching loudly]

Scar: I'm surrounded by idiots.

Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are upward there?

Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.

Pumbaa: Oh. What are they?

Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... got stuck up on that big blueish-black thing.

Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were assurance of gas called-for billions of miles abroad.

Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.

Mufasa: Everything you see exists together in a delicate rest. Every bit king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the itch pismire to the leaping antelope.

Immature Simba: But, Dad, don't we eat the antelope?

Mufasa: Yes, Simba, but let me explain. When we die, our bodies get the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so nosotros are all connected in the great Circle of Life.

Rafiki: Look down there.

[Slowly Simba walks to the edge of the watering hole and peers inside. His reflection stares back at him]

Adult Simba: That'due south non my father. That's only my reflection.

Rafiki: No. Look harder.

[Rafiki touches the h2o which causes waves that change Simba's reflection into Mufasa]

Rafiki: You see? He lives in y'all.

Mufasa's Ghost: [From above] Simba.

Adult Simba: Father?

Mufasa'southward Ghost: [He appears in the heaven as a group of stars] Simba, you have forgotten me.

Developed Simba: No. How could I?

Mufasa's Ghost: You have forgotten who you are and and so take forgotten me. Look inside yourself Simba. Yous are more what you have get. Y'all must take your place in the Circle of life.

Developed Simba: How tin can I go back? I'g not who I used to be.

Mufasa's Ghost: [Now fully formed in the heaven] Remember who y'all are. You are my son and the one truthful male monarch. Call back who you lot are.

Adult Simba: [Mufasa'southward ghost begins to disappear] No! Please! Don't go out me!

Mufasa'southward Ghost: Remember.

Adult Simba: Father!

Mufasa's Ghost: Remember.

Adult Simba: Don't leave me.

Mufasa'due south Ghost: Recall.

Pumbaa: [about "Hakuna Matata"] It's our motto.

Immature Simba: What's a motto?

Timon: Naught. What'due south a motto with you lot?

[laughs]

Rafiki: Asante sana Squash banana, Wiwi nugu Mi mi apana.

Adult Simba: Come on, will you lot cut it out?

Rafiki: Can't cut it out. It will grow right back. Hehehe.

Adult Simba: Creepy little monkey. Would you end post-obit me! Who are you?

Rafiki: The question is, who... are you?

Developed Simba: [sighs] I thought I knew, but now I'one thousand not then sure.

Rafiki: Well, I know who y'all are! Shh. Come here, information technology'south a underground.

[Whispers, then grows louder]

Rafiki: Asante sana Squash banana, Wiwi nugu Mi mi apana!

Adult Simba: Enough already! What's that supposed to mean, anyway?

Rafiki: It ways yous're a birdie... and I'm not.

Adult Simba: I remember you're a footling dislocated.

Rafiki: Wrong! I'thousand not the one who's confused. You don't even know who yous are!

Adult Simba: Oh, and I suppose you lot know?

Rafiki: Certain exercise. You're Mufasa's boy!

[Simba turns around to await at him, shocked]

Rafiki: Bye!

Timon: What practise yous desire me to do, wearing apparel in drag and practise the hula?

Immature Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar, guess what?

Scar: I despise guessing games.

Young Simba: I'yard gonna be Male monarch of Pride Rock.

Scar: Oh, goody.

Immature Simba: My dad simply showed me the whole kingdom. And I'm gonna rule it all. Heheh.

Scar: Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad dorsum, yous know.

[flops on his side]

Young Simba: Hey Uncle Scar, when I'm Male monarch, what'll that make y'all?

Scar: A monkey's uncle.

Young Simba: [laughs] You're so weird.

Scar: You have no idea.

Young Simba: Dad?

Mufasa: Hmm?

Immature Simba: We're pals, right?

Mufasa: Correct.

Immature Simba: And we'll always be together, right?

Mufasa: Simba, let me tell y'all something my father told me. Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars.

Young Simba: Really?

Mufasa: Yes. And so whenever y'all feel alone, just call back that those kings volition e'er be there to guide you lot. And so will I.

Zazu: [singing] Nooooobody knows the trouble I've seen. / Nooooobody knows my sorrow.

Scar: Oh, Zazu, do lighten upward. Sing something with a little *bounciness* in it.

Zazu: [singing] It's a small world after all...

Scar: NO! No. *Annihilation* but that!

Zazu: [singing] I've got a lovely agglomeration of coconuts. / Dee-dee-dee-dee, / There they are only standing in a row.

Zazu,Scar: [Scar joins in] Big ones, small ones, some as big equally your head...

Zazu: [whispering] Oh, I never had to do this with Mufasa.

Banzai: [In the hyenas' lair, Banzai slouches with hook marks on his rear] Man, that lousy Mufasa... I won't be able to sit for a *week!*

Ed the Hyena: [laughs, but besides tries his best to conceal it from fourth dimension to time] Eh-hee-hee-hee. Heh-heheheheheheheheheh...

Banzai: [Glares at Ed and bares his teeth with impatience] It's not funny, Ed.

Ed the Hyena: [Cups his paws over his oral fissure then bursts into hysterical laughter, spitting as his tongue lofts out of his mouth] BA-HA-HA-HAAAA! HA-AH-AH-AH-AH!

[Inhales securely]

Banzai: Hey, shut up!

Ed the Hyena: AH-HA-HO! HO-HO-HO-HO!

Banzai: [Bares his teeth] Grrrrrr...

[equally Ed continues to laugh, Banzai barks and pounces on Ed, abruptly ending his laughing. The 2 commence a brief fight]

Shenzi: [Rolls her eyes and turns to the two yelping and rolling atop each other aggressively] Will you knock information technology off?

Banzai: [ed appears to be chewing on Banzai's leg; Banzai sits up] Well, he started it!

[It is now obvious that Ed is chewing his ain leg repeatedly]

Shenzi: Look at y'all guys! No wonder we're dangling at the bottom of the food concatenation!

Banzai: [a cord of drool dangles from his chin] Man, I hate dangling...

Shenzi: [Scoffs] Yes? You know, if it weren't for those lions, we'd be *runnin'* the joint.

[Ed nods idiotically]

Banzai: Human, I *hate* lions!

Shenzi: [Grumbles] And then pushy...

Banzai: And hairy...

Shenzi: [Smiles] Stinky...

Banzai: [Grins] And man are they...

Banzai,Shenzi: [Elongated use of the 'u'] U-GLY!

[both express mirth hysterically]

Zazu: Checking in with the morning report.

Mufasa: Fire abroad.

Zazu: Well the buzz from the bees is that the leopards are in a fleck of a spot. And the baboons are going ape over this. Of grade, the giraffes are interim like they're above it all... The tick birds are pecking on the elephants. I told the elephants to forget information technology, but they can't. The cheetahs are difficult upward, but I always say, cheetahs never prosper...

Timon: Gee. He looks blue.

Pumbaa: I'd say brownish-gold.

Timon: No, no, no. I mean he'southward depressed.

Pumbaa: Oh.

Scar: [after forcing Simba to the edge of a cliff while a fire burns below] Now this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Hm, permit me think. Oh, yes, I think! This is just the mode your father looked before he died.

[He claws Simba's paws the same manner he did to Mufasa]

Scar: And here's 'my' little hugger-mugger...

[whispering]

Scar: I killed Mufasa!

Young Simba: [In a flashback] Nooooo!

Adult Simba: [leaps back up and pounces on him] Nooo! Murderer!

[Timon and Zazu are cornered by hyenas]

Timon: Please don't swallow me.

Pumbaa: Drop 'em!

Banzai: Hey, who's the pig?

Pumbaa: Are you talkin' to me?

Timon: Uh-oh, they called him a grunter.

Pumbaa: Are you talking to *me*?

Timon: Ya shouldn't have done that.

Pumbaa: ARE Yous TALKING TO ME?

Timon: Now they're in for it!

Pumbaa: THEY CALL ME MR. PIG!

[screams as he charges towards the hyenas]

Pumbaa: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[first lines]

Scar: [Scar catches a mouse] Life'south non fair, is it? You see, I... well, I shall never be rex. And you... shall never see the low-cal of another day. Hmm-hmm-hmm, bye.

Zazu: Didn't your mother e'er tell you non to play with your food?

Scar: [bellowing] Sarabiiiii!

[echoes and reechoes; nosotros soon see Sarabi walking through the pack of hyenas, trying to snap at her; Simba looks on every bit Sarabi approaches]

Sarabi: Yes, Scar?

Scar: Where is your hunting party? They're non doing their job.

Sarabi: Scar, at that place is no food. The herds take moved on.

Scar: No! You're just not looking difficult plenty.

Sarabi: Information technology's over. There is nothing left. We have just one choice. We *must* exit Pride Stone.

Scar: We're not going anywhere!

Sarabi: And so you lot have sentenced us to death!

Scar: Then so exist it!

Sarabi: You can't do that!

Scar: I'm the king! I can practise whatever I want!

Sarabi: If yous were one-half the king Mufasa was, you...

Scar: [knocks Sarabi unconscious] I'm *eleven* times the rex Mufasa was!

[Lightning flashes and illuminates a snarling Simba]

Scar: Mufasa! No! You're dead!

Sarabi: Your son's awake.

Mufasa: Before sunrise, he'due south *your* son.

Mufasa: Don't turn your dorsum on me, Scar!

Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Peradventure *you* shouldn't turn your back on *me*.

Mufasa: [roars, runs to stand before him] Is that a challenge?

Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn't *dream* of challenging you.

Zazu: Compassion! Why not?

Scar: Well, as far equally brains get, I got the lion's share. But, when it comes to brute forcefulness... I'm agape I'thou at the shallow end of the gene pool.

Zazu: [about Scar] There's one in every family sire. Two in mine, really. And they e'er manage to ruin special occasions.

Mufasa: What am I going to practice with him?

Zazu: He'd make a very handsome throw carpeting.

Mufasa: [Surprised] Zazu!

Zazu: And just recollect, Whenever he gets dirty you lot can accept him out and shell him.

Pumbaa: [to Young Simba] You know, kid, in times like this my buddy Timon here says: yous got to put your behind in your by.

Timon: No, no, no. Apprentice. Lie down before you lot hurt yourself. It's "Yous got to put your past behind you."

Zazu: Well, equally slippery every bit your heed is, as the King's brother *y'all* should've been first in line.

Scar: [Scar threatens to bite, Zazu retreats toward Mufasa] Well, I was first in line, until the petty hairball was built-in.

Mufasa: That hairball is my son. And *your* future king.

Scar: Oh, I shall take to exercise my curtsy.

Timon: Let me go this directly. You know her. She knows you. Only she wants to consume him. And everybody'southward okay with this?

[jumps up all of a sudden]

Timon: [yells] Did I miss something?

Adult Simba: Listen, y'all think y'all tin can just show upward and tell me how to live my life? Yous don't even know what I've been through!

Nala: I would if you just tell me!

Adult Simba: Forget it!

Nala: Fine!

Scar: At present you wait here. Your father has a *marvelous* surprise for yous.

Young Simba: Oooh. What is information technology?

Scar: If I told you, it wouldn't *be* a surprise, now would it?

Young Simba: If you tell me, I'll all the same *act* surprised.

Scar: Ho ho ho. You are such a naughty boy!

Young Simba: Come on, Uncle Scar.

Scar: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is just for you and your daddy. You know, a sort of... father-son... thing. Well! I'd better go become him.

Young Simba: I'll become with y'all.

Scar: No!

[regaining composure]

Scar: Heh heh heh. No. Merely stay on this rock. You wouldn't want to end upwardly in another mess like yous did with the hyenas.

Young Simba: You know almost that?

Scar: Simba, Simba, everybody knows about that.

Young Simba: Really?

Scar: Oh, yeah. Lucky Daddy was in that location to save you, eh? Oh, and merely betwixt us, you might want to work on that little roar of yours. Hmm?

Young Simba: Oh, okay. Hey, Uncle Scar, will I similar this surprise?

Scar: Simba, information technology'southward to *die* for!

Immature Simba: [Nala's female parent, Sarafina is giving Nala a bath] Hey, Nala.

Young Nala: Hi, Simba.

Immature Simba: Come on, I just heard nigh this great place.

Young Nala: Simba, I'm kinda in the middle of a bath.

Sarabi: And information technology's time for yours.

[grabs Simba and starts licking him]

Young Simba: Mom! Mom, you lot're messing up my mane!

[Sarabi smiles]

Young Simba: Ok, ok. I'm clean. Tin can we become now?

Young Nala: So where are we going? It better non be anyplace impaired.

Young Simba: No, it's really absurd.

Sarabi: And then where is this really cool place?

Young Simba: Oh... around the waterhole.

Young Nala: The waterhole? What's so smashing about the waterhole?

Young Simba: [muttering] I'll *show* you when we *get* there.

Young Nala: Oh... Mom, can I go with Simba?

Sarafina - Nala's Mother: Hmm, what do you think Sarabi?

Sarabi: Well...

Immature Simba,Young Nala: [with forced grins] Please!

Sarabi: It'due south alright with me.

Young Simba: Aye!

Young Nala: All right!

Sarabi: As long as Zazu goes with y'all.

Immature Simba: No, not Zazu!

Scar: Ahh, and then you haven't told them your fiddling secret. Well, Simba, now'southward your gamble to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa'southward death!

Adult Simba: [pause] I am.

Sarabi: [whispering] It's not true. Tell me it'due south non true.

Adult Simba: Information technology's true.

Scar: You see? He admits it. Murderer!

Adult Simba: No! It was an blow!

Scar: If it weren't for you lot Mufasa would still exist live. Information technology's your fault he's expressionless. Do you deny it?

Developed Simba: No.

Scar: Then you're *guilty*.

Adult Simba: No, I'm *non* a murderer!

Pumbaa: [singing] And I got down-hearted.

Timon: How did you feel?

Pumbaa: Every time that I...

Timon: [clapping Pumbaa's rima oris close] Hey, Pumbaa, not in front of the kids.

Pumbaa: [Faces the photographic camera] Oh. Pitiful.

Shenzi: Well, well, well, Banzai, what have nosotros got here?

Banzai: Hmm, I don't know Shenzi uh, what do you call up Ed?

Ed the Hyena: Oo ehehe, oh hahahaha

Banzai: Yes, just what I was thinking, a trio of trespassers.

Zazu: And quite past accident allow me assure you...

Shenzi: Whoa, whoa, wait wait. I know yous, you're Mufasa'southward little stooge.

Zazu: I madame, am the king's majordomo.

Banzai: And that would make you lot...?

Young Simba: The future King!

Shenzi: Practice you lot know what we practice to kings who pace out of their kingdom?

Young Simba: Puh, you lot can't practise annihilation to me.

Zazu: Uh-uh, technically they can, we are on their land.

Young Simba: But Zazu, you told me they are nothing but slobbery, mangy stupid poachers.

Zazu: Ix-nay on the upid-stay...

Banzai: Who you callin' upid-stay?

Banzai: I idea things were bad under Mufasa.

Scar: What did you say?

Banzai: I said Muf...

[Shenzi elbows him]

Banzai: I said, uh... Que pasa?

Scar: Expert. Now go out.

Banzai: Yeah, but... nosotros're yet hungry.

Scar: *Out*!

Timon: Let me get this directly. Yous're the rex? And you lot never told the states?

Adult Simba: Await, I'm still the aforementioned guy.

Timon: But with power!

Nala: Could y'all guys excuse us for a few minutes?

Timon: Hey, whatever she has to say, she can say in forepart of us. Right, Simba?

Developed Simba: Mm... Peradventure yous'd better go.

Timon: It starts. Y'all remember you know a guy...

[Timon and Pumbaa leave]

Adult Simba: Timon and Pumbaa. Yous learn to dear 'em.

Scar: Simba, Simba, delight. Delight have mercy, I beg you.

Adult Simba: You don't deserve to live.

Scar: Simply, Simba, I... am... family. It'due south the hyenas who are the existent enemy. Information technology was their mistake. It was their idea!

Developed Simba: Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a prevarication.

Scar: What are you going to do? You wouldn't kill your *erstwhile* uncle...?

Adult Simba: No, Scar. I'm not like you.

Scar: Oh, Simba, thank you. You are truly noble. I'll make information technology upward to y'all, I hope. How can I, ah, prove myself to you? Tell me annihilation, anything.

Adult Simba: Run. Run away, Scar. And never return.

Scar: Yes. Of course. As yous wish,

[Scar's words turn into a snarl]

Scar: your Majesty!

[throws embers in Simba's face]

Developed Simba: Aaah!

Pumbaa: Kid, what'south eatin' ya?

Timon: Nothing, he'due south at the pinnacle of the nutrient chain!

[laughs]

Timon: The food chain!

[chuckles nervously]

Timon: [of the decimated Pride Rock] We're gonna fight your uncle... for this?

Adult Simba: Yes, Timon. This is my home.

Timon: Whoa. Talk virtually your fixer-upper.

Mufasa: Look, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom.

Young Simba: Wow.

Mufasa: A male monarch's time as ruler rises and falls like the dominicus. 1 day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king.

Young Simba: And this'll all be mine?

Mufasa: Everything.

Young Simba: Everything the calorie-free touches...

Scar: So, your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he?

Young Simba: Everything.

Scar: He didn't show yous what's beyond that rise at the northern edge?

Young Simba: Well, no. He said I tin't go there.

Scar: And he'due south admittedly correct! Information technology's far too unsafe. Just the bravest lions become there.

Young Simba: Well, I'm brave. What's out in that location?

Scar: No, I'm sorry, Simba, I just *can't* tell you.

Immature Simba: Why not?

Scar: Simba, Simba, I'm but looking out for the well-being of my favorite nephew.

Young Simba: Yeah, right. I'grand your but nephew.

Scar: All the more reason for me to exist protective. An elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince.

Young Simba: An elephant what? Whoa!

Scar: Oops! Oh, dear, I've said too much! Well, I suppose yous'd have found out sooner or later on, you being and so clever and all. Just promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place!

Young Simba: No problem!

Scar: There'due south a good lad. Y'all run forth at present and take fun. And remember... its our niggling hush-hush.

Timon: Hyenas. I hate hyenas. Then what's the programme for getting by those guys?

Developed Simba: Live bait.

Timon: Skilful idea.

[realizes what he ways]

Timon: HEY!

Developed Simba: Tell them the truth.

Scar: Truth? But truth is in the eye of the behold...

Scar: [Simba chokes him, he whispers] All correct. All right. I did information technology.

Adult Simba: And then they can hear y'all.

Scar: I killed Mufasa!

Zazu: What's going on?

Mufasa: A pouncing lesson.

Zazu: Oh, very skillful. Pouncing. *Pouncing*? Oh, no, Sire, you lot can't exist serious...

[Mufasa signs for "plow around"]

Zazu: This is so humiliating.

Scar: Mufasa'southward death was a terrible tragedy; only to lose Simba, who had barely begun to alive... For me information technology is a deep personal loss. Then it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. Yet, out of the ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise to greet the dawning of a new era... in which panthera leo and hyena come up together, in a great and glorious future!

Mufasa: Simba, I'k very disappointed in you lot.

Young Simba: I know.

Mufasa: You could have been killed! You deliberately disobeyed me! And what'south worse, y'all put Nala in danger!

Young Simba: I was merely trying to exist brave like you.

Mufasa: Simba, I'one thousand only brave when I have to be. Being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble.

Young Simba: Simply y'all're not scared of anything.

Mufasa: I was today.

Young Simba: You lot were?

Mufasa: Aye. I idea I might lose you.

Young Simba: Whoah. I judge fifty-fifty kings get scared, huh?

Mufasa: Mmm-hmm.

Young Simba: Only yous know what?

Mufasa: What?

Young Simba: I bet those hyenas were even scareder.

Mufasa: [laughs] That's 'cause nobody messes with your dad! Come here, you!

Immature Simba: [laughing] No, no!

[Mufasa and Simba have a footling wrestling friction match]

Developed Simba: Well...

Timon: Yeah?

Adult Simba: Somebody one time told me that the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us.

Pumbaa: Really?

Timon: You mean a bunch of royal expressionless guys are watching u.s.?

Zazu: [leading Simba and Nala to the waterhole] Stride lively. The sooner we get to the waterhole, the sooner we can get out.

Young Nala: [whispering to Simba] So where are we really going?

Young Simba: An elephant graveyard.

Young Nala: Wow!

Young Simba: Shhhh! Zazu.

Young Nala: Right. So how are nosotros going to ditch the dodo?

[Simba starts whispering to her]

Zazu: Just look at you lot two. Piffling seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents will be *thrilled*, what with your being betrothed and all.

Immature Simba: Be-what?

Zazu: Betrothed. Intended. Affianced.

Young Nala: Meaning...?

Zazu: Ane mean solar day, yous two are going to be married!

Immature Simba: Yuck!

Young Nala: Ewww.

Immature Simba: I tin't marry her. She's my friend!

Young Nala: Yeah. Information technology'd be so weird!

Zazu: Well, distressing to bosom the quondam bubble, only you lot two turtledoves have no option. Information technology's a tradition going back generations.

Immature Simba: Well, when I'm male monarch, that'll be the outset thing to go.

Zazu: Non and so long as I'm around.

Young Simba: Well, in that case, you're fired.

Zazu: Hmmm... Prissy effort, but only the king tin do that.

Young Nala: Well, he'south the future male monarch.

Immature Simba: Aye. And so you have to do what I tell y'all.

Zazu: Not yet I don't. And with an attitude like that, I'g afraid yous're shaping upwards to be a pretty pathetic king indeed.

Pumbaa: Your Majesty. I gravel at your feet.

[starts kissing Simba'south anxiety]

Adult Simba: Stop that.

Timon: It's not gravel, it's grovel.

Banzai: Merely we gotta finish the job.

Shenzi: Well, he'southward equally good as dead out there anyway. And *if* he comes back, we'll kill him.

Banzai: [calling out to Simba] Yeah! You hear that? If you e'er come up back, nosotros'll impale ya!

Timon: So where you from?

Young Simba: Who cares? I can't go back.

Timon: Ah, you're an outcast! That'south slap-up. And so are we.

Rafiki: What was *that*?

[laughs]

Rafiki: The conditions - Pbbbah! Very peculiar. Don't you think?

Adult Simba: Yeah. Looks similar the winds are irresolute.

Rafiki: Ahhh. Change is good.

Nala: What made you come back?

Adult Simba: I finally got some sense knocked into me. And I've got the bump to show it.

Timon: [singing and dancing the hula] Luau! / If you're hungry for a hunk of fatty or juicy meat / Eat my buddy Pumbaa here, / 'Cause he is a care for / Come up on down and dine / On this tasty swine/ All you hafta do is get in line. / Ahhhh ya achin'...?

Pumbaa: Yup, yup, yup!

Timon: Forrrr some bacon?

Pumbaa: Yup, yup, yup!

Timon: Heeee's a big pig!

Pumbaa: Yup, yup!

Timon: Y'all can be a large sus scrofa, also. Oy!

Adult Simba: Requite me i good reason why I shouldn't rip y'all apart.

Scar: Oh, Simba, you must sympathize. The pressures of ruling a kingdom...

Adult Simba: Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.

Zazu: [caged while the battle rages around him] Let me out! Let me out!

Timon: [fleeing the hyenas] Lemme in! Lemme in!

Nala: What's happened to yous? You're not the Simba I remember.

Adult Simba: You're right, I'grand not. Now are you satisfied?

Nala: No, just disappointed.

Adult Simba: You lot know yous're starting to sound similar my begetter.

Nala: Good. At to the lowest degree one of us does.

Timon: Geez! It's a king of beasts! Run, Pumbaa! Movement it!

Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, it'south just a *lilliputian* lion. Look at him. He'southward so cute and all alone! Can we keep him?

Timon: Pumbaa, are you nuts? We're talking about a lion; lions consume guys like united states!

Pumbaa: But he'south so picayune.

Timon: He'south gonna get bigger.

Pumbaa: Perhaps he'll be on our side.

Timon: A - huh! That'south the stupidest thing I always heard. Peradventure he'll b-... Hey, I got it! What if he'southward on our side? You lot know, having a lion around might non be such a bad thought.

Immature Simba: What am I gonna exercise?

Scar: Run. Run away, and never return.

[Simba leaves and hyenas come out of the mist]

Scar: Kill him.

Timon: This looks like a good spot to rustle up some chow.

Young Simba: What's that?

Timon: A grub. What'south it look like?

[Timon eats the grub]

Young Simba: Ewwwww, gross.

Timon: Tastes like chicken.

Immature Simba: Everything the light touches... What about that shadowy place?

Mufasa: That's beyond our borders. You must never go there, Simba.

Immature Simba: But I thought a king tin do whatsoever he wants.

Mufasa: There's more to being a king than getting your mode all the time.

Young Simba: There'due south more than?

Mufasa: [laughing] Simba.

Mufasa: [above the stampeding wildebeest] Scar! Broth-brother, help me!

Scar: [Scar puts his claws into Mufasa'due south paws] Long alive the King.

[throws him into the stampede]

Mufasa: Aaaaah!

Young Simba: [as the Photographic camera zooms out] Nooooooooo!

Developed Simba: [in a huff] She's wrong. I can't go back. What would it prove, anyway? You tin can't change the past.

[calling to the sky]

Adult Simba: Y'all said you'd always be there for me! But y'all're not. It's considering of me. Information technology's my error. It's my error.

[singing]

Timon: And if he falls / In dearest tonight / It can be causeless...

Pumbaa: His carefree days / With u.s.a. are history.

Timon,Pumbaa: In short, our pal / Is doomed!

[Timon and Pumbaa both outset crying]

Timon: [Trying to push button Pumbaa, whose stuck under a log, while running away from a Lioness] Why exercise I e'er have to save your... Ahhh!

Immature Simba: Hey, look, Assistant Nib is scared.

Zazu: It'southward Mr. Banana Bill to you, Fuzzy! And right now, we are all in very real danger.

Young Simba: Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I express joy in the face up of danger. Ha ha ha ha!

Banzai: Hey, Boss!

Scar: Oh, what is it this time?

Banzai: We've got a bone to selection with you!

Shenzi: I'll handle this. Scar, there's no food, no water...

Banzai: Yeah, it's dinner time, and we ain't got no stinkin' entrees.

Scar: It'south the lionesses' job to do the hunting.

Banzai: Yes, but they won't get hunt.

Scar: Oh... swallow Zazu.

Zazu: Oh, you wouldn't want me. I'd be and so tough and gamey and... eeww...

Scar: Oh, Zazu, don't exist ridiculous. All you need is a niggling garnish.

Shenzi: What's the hurry? We'd dear you to stick around for dinner.

Banzai: Aye. Nosotros could have whatever's "king of beasts" effectually.

Shenzi: Oh wait, look, expect. I got one, I got one. Make mine a "cub" sandwich. Whatcha think?

[all express joy]

Shenzi: [Ed points]

Shenzi: What, Ed?

Banzai: Hey, did nosotros order this dinner to go?

Shenzi: No, why?

Banzai: 'Crusade In that location IT GOES!

Shenzi: [Banzai's stomach growls] Shut up.

Banzai: I tin't assistance it. I'm so hungry... I gotta have a wildebeest.

Shenzi: Stay *put*.

Banzai: Well... can't I merely pick off i of the piffling ill ones?

Shenzi: NO! Expect for the bespeak from Scar.

[Scar appears on the horizon]

Shenzi: There he is. Let's go.

[Watching Simba and Nala]

Timon: I tell ya, Pumbaa, this stinks!

Pumbaa: Oh, lamentable.

Timon: Not you, THEM! Him... Her... alone.

Sarabi: Mufasa?

Adult Simba: No. It's me.

Sarabi: Simba? But how...?

Developed Simba: It doesn't matter. I'thousand home.

Scar: Simba? Simba! Well, information technology sure is a surprise to run into you...

[turns to the hyenas]

Scar: ...*alive*!

[last lines]

Mufasa'south ghost: [as Simba gazes into the nighttime sky] Remember...

Banzai: Oh, Scar, information technology's just you.

Shenzi: We were afraid it was somebody important.

Banzai: Yep, you know, like Mufasa.

Scar: I see.

Banzai: Now that's ability.

Shenzi: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder.

Banzai: Mufasa!

Shenzi: Ooooh! Practice it once again!

Banzai: Mufasa!

Shenzi: Ooooh!

Banzai: Mufasa, Mufasa, Mufasa!

Shenzi: Ooooh!

[breaks into laughter]

Shenzi: And information technology tingles me!

Scar: I'm *surrounded* past idiots.

Scar: Ahh, my friends.

Shenzi: Friends? I thought he said nosotros were the enemy.

Banzai: That's what I heard. Ed?

Ed the Hyena: Oo-oo-ooh, he-he, he-he-he

Zazu: I'm here to announce that Rex Mufasa's on his way. And then y'all'd amend have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning.

Scar: [sees the mouse scampering off] Oh, at present wait, Zazu, yous made me lose my lunch.

Zazu: Ha! You'll lose more than that when the Male monarch gets through with you. He'due south as mad as a hippo with a hernia...

Scar: [approaches him menacingly] Oooh... I quiver with *fearfulness*...

Immature Nala: [sees an elephant skull] I wonder if its brains are nevertheless in there?

Shenzi: Practise you lot know what we practise to kings who step out of their kingdom?

Immature Simba: Puh. You lot can't do anything to me.

Zazu: Uhh... technically, they can. We are on their land.

Young Simba: But Zazu, you lot told me they're nothing merely slobbering mangy stupid poachers.

Zazu: 9-nay on the oopid-stay...

Banzai: Who're y'all callin' "oopid-stay?"

Zazu: Oh, my, my, my. Look at the lord's day. Information technology's fourth dimension to become!

Scar: [Scar and the Hyenas approach him, leading him to the edge of a cliff] No, Simba, you're in problem again. But this time, Daddy isn't here to salvage y'all. And now everyone knows *why*!

[Simba falls back, but hangs desperately onto the edge]

Nala: SIMBA!

[Lightning strikes the basis below, causing a fire to outset up]

Timon: [to Nala, later on she accidentally surprises him] Don't ever practice that again! Carnivores, ugh!

Timon: I saved you.

[Pumbaa snorts]

Timon: Pumbaa helped... a little.

Timon: Lady, have you got your lions crossed!

Pumbaa: What'd ya exercise, child?

Young Simba: Something terrible. But I don't wanna talk about it.

Timon: Skillful. We don't wanna hear nearly information technology.

Shenzi: Hey. At that place he goes. There he goes.

Banzai: So get go him.

Shenzi: There own't no way I'thousand going in at that place. What, you lot want me to come out at that place looking like you? Cactus-Butt?

Timon: Look, child: bad things happen, and you can't do annihilation near it, right?

Young Simba: Correct.

Timon: *Wrong*! When the globe turns its back on you, you turn your *back* on the globe.

Scar: [singing] I know that your powers of retention / Are as wet as a warthog'south backside / But thick every bit you are, / Pay attention! / My words are a matter of pride / It's clear from vacant expressions / The lights are not all on upstairs / But we're talking kings and successions / Even *yous* can't be caught unawares!

Scar: [singing] Of class, / Quid pro quo, / Y'all're expected / To take sure duties on board / The future is littered with prizes / And though I'm the principal addressee / The point that I must emphasize is...

[Leaps in front of a hyena]

Scar: You WON'T GET A SNIFF WITHOUT ME!

[hyena falls into a volcano]

Timon: Repeat afterward me.

[clears throat]

Timon: Hakuna Matata.

Young Simba: What?

Pumbaa: [slower] Hakuna Matata. It means "no worries".

Pumbaa: [through a mouthful of chow and worms; to Simba] You lot'll learn to love 'em!

Zazu: [about Scar] There's one in every family sire. Two in mine actually.

Mufasa: What am I going to do with him?

Zazu: He'd make a very handsome throw rug.

Mufasa: Zazu!

Zazu: And just think. Whenever he gets muddied you lot can take him out and trounce him!

Banzai: Yeah, exist prepared! We'll be prepared... for what?

Scar: For the decease of the king!

Banzai: Why? Is he ill?

Scar: No, fool, we're going to kill him. And Simba, also.

Shenzi: Hey, keen idea! Who needs a king?

Banzai,Shenzi: [singing and dancing around Ed] No male monarch, no male monarch, la la la la la la...

Scar: Idiots! In that location will *be* a king!

Banzai: Hey, simply you said that...

Scar: *I* will be king. Stick with me, and y'all'll never get hungry again!

Banzai,Shenzi: Yep, all right! Long alive the king!

[other hyenas join in]

Banzai,Shenzi: Long live the king! Long live the male monarch!

Rafiki: [singing] Asante sana Squash assistant, wewe nugu mimi hapana.

Adult Simba: Come on. Will you cut it out?

Rafiki: Can't cut information technology out. Information technology abound right back!

Adult Simba: Creepy little monkey. Will you stop post-obit me? Who are you?

Rafiki: The question is who are you?

Adult Simba: I idea I knew. At present I'm non so certain.

Rafiki: Well, I know who y'all are. Ssh, come up here. It's a undercover.

[starts singing in Simba'due south ear]

Rafiki: Asante sana Squash assistant, wewe nugu mimi hapana

Developed Simba: Enough already! What is that supposed to mean anyway?

Rafiki: It ways you're a baboon and I'k non.

Adult Simba: I think you lot're a little confused.

Rafiki: Wrong! I'm not the one who'due south confused. You lot don't even know who you are!

Adult Simba: Oh and I suppose you know?

Rafiki: Certain do. You're Mufasa'south boy!

[Simba looks at Rafiki]

Rafiki: Bye!

Adult Simba: [Rafiki runs off and Simba chases him] Hey wait!

Adult Simba: [Catching up] You knew my male parent?

Rafiki: Correction. I know you're male parent.

Adult Simba: I hate to tell you lot this but he died. A long time ago.

Rafiki: Nope! wrong again! He's alive and I will show him to y'all! You follow old Rafiki. He knows the way!

Timon: [singing] I can run across what's happening.

Pumbaa: What?

Timon: [singing] And they don't have a clue.

Pumbaa: Who?

Timon: [singing] They'll fall in love and here'due south the lesser line: / Our trio's downwardly to two.

Pumbaa: Oh.

Timon: [singing]

[sarcastic, with French accent]

Timon: The sweet caress of twilight.

[normal phonation, but withal sarcastic]

Timon: There's magic everywhere. / And with all this romantic atmosphere, / Disaster'southward in the aiiiiiiir!

Scar: Why! If it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners.

Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba.

Scar: That was today? Oh, I feel just awful.

Mufasa: Simba, I'm very disappointed in you!

Young Simba: I know.

Mufasa: You lot could have been killed. You lot deliberatly disobeyed me and what'south worse, you put Nala in danger!

Young Simba: I was just trying to be dauntless like y'all.

Mufasa: I'yard simply brave when I *have* to be. Simba, being dauntless doesn't mean yous go looking for trouble.

Young Simba: But you're not scared of annihilation.

Mufasa: I was today.

Young Simba: You were?

Mufasa: Yes. I thought I might lose you.

Immature Simba: Oh. I gauge even kings get scared, huh?

Mufasa: Mm-hmm

Young Simba: Simply y'all know what?

Mufasa: What?

Immature Simba: I think those hyenas were fifty-fifty scarder

Mufasa: Cause nobody messes with your dad! Come here you!

Young Simba: [Mufasa grabs Simba and gives him a noogie] Oh no, no! Aah!

Young Simba: [Simba squirms away and chases his father and tackles him] Come here. Got ya!

[They roll in the grass laughing]

Young Simba: Dad?

Mufasa: Hmm?

Young Simba: We're pals right?

Mufasa: Correct.

Young Simba: And we'll always be together correct?

Mufasa: Simba, let me tell you lot something that *my* father told me. Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on the states from those stars.

Young Simba: Really?

Mufasa: Yep. Then whenever yous feel alone just remember that those kings will always be at that place to guide you. And and so will I.

Nala: Take you guys seen Simba?

Timon: I thought he was with you.

Nala: He was but now I can't find him. Where is he?

[Nosotros hear Rafiki'due south laugh. He's sitting in a tree above them]

Rafiki: [Chuckles] You won't detect him here. The king... has returned.

Nala: I can't believe information technology. He'south gone back!

Timon: Gone back? What do you hateful?

[He looks to the tree. Rafiki has disappeared]

Timon: Hey! What's going on here? Who's the monkey?

Nala: Simba's gone back to challenge Scar.

Timon: Who?

Nala: Scar.

Pumbaa: Who's got a scar?

Nala: No, no, no. It's his uncle.

Timon: The monkey's his uncle?

Nala: No! Simba's gone dorsum to challenge his uncle to take his place as king.

Timon,Pumbaa: Ohh.

Banzai: The little majordomo bird, hippity-hop, all the way to the birdie boiler.

Zazu: Oh no, not the birdie banality!

[Zazu rockets abroad, with his tail feathers on fire while the hyenas laugh in triumph]

[slurping up a worm]

Pumbaa: Slimy yet satisfying.

Timon: I'm telling y'all, kid: this is the swell life. No rules, no responsibilities...

[he reaches into a hole in a log and various insects skitter out, with him property a blue bug; he points to the rest of the insects]

Timon: Ooh, the piddling cream-filled kind!

Timon: [seeing a carmine beetle] These are rare delicacies.

[takes it and eats it]

Timon: Piquant with a very pleasant crunch.

Shenzi: What'due south the hurry? Nosotros'd looove yous to stick around for dinner.

Banzai: Yeaaaah! Nosotros could have whatever's... "king of beasts" around!. Get it? Lion around!

Shenzi: Oh wait, look, wait, I got one, I got 1: make mine a "cub" sandwich; whatcha call back?

[all laugh]

Developed Simba: Expect, Sometimes bad things happen...

Nala: Simba.

Adult Simba: And there's zilch you lot tin can practise nigh it. So why worry?

Nala: Because it'due south your responsibility.

Adult Simba: Well, what virtually you? You left.

Nala: I left to find help, and I establish *you*. Don't you understand? You're our just hope.

Adult Simba: Sad.

Nala: [about Scar] Simba, he let the hyenas take over the Pride Lands.

Adult Simba: What?

Nala: Everything'due south destroyed. There'southward no food, no water. Simba, if yous don't do something presently, everyone volition starve.

Adult Simba: I tin can't get dorsum.

Nala: Why?

Adult Simba: You wouldn't empathise.

Nala: What wouldn't I understand?

Developed Simba: No, no, no. It doesn't thing. Hakuna Matata.

Nala: What?

Adult Simba: Hakuna Matata. It'southward something I learned out here.

Developed Simba: Nala? Is it actually yous?

Nala: Who are you?

Adult Simba: It's me, Simba.

Nala: Simba?

[he nods. Nala was elated to run across him]

Nala: Whoa!

[they bud their heads]

Nala: How did yous...

Adult Simba: How did you...

[Timon stood there surprised and speechless]

Adult Simba: Wow!

Nala: Where did you come up from?

Developed Simba: This is gr... It's great to see you!

Timon: Hey, what's goin' on here?

Developed Simba: What are you doing hither?

Nala: What practise you mean what am I doing hither? What are you doing here?

Timon: Hey! What's goin' on hither?

Adult Simba: Isn't this a great place?

Nala: It is beautiful. But I don't empathize something. You lot've been alive all this fourth dimension. Why didn't you come back to Pride Rock.

Adult Simba: Well, I just needed to become out on my ain, alive my ain life. And I did, and it's great.

Nala: Await till everyone finds out y'all've been hither all this time. And your mother, what volition she think?

Adult Simba: She doesn't take to know. Nobody has to know.

Nala: Of class they do. Everyone thinks y'all're dead.

Adult Simba: They do.

Nala: Yeah. Scar told us almost the stampede.

Adult Simba: He did? What else did he tell you?

Nala: What else matters? You're alive. And that means, yous're the king.

Timon: King? Pbbfft. Lady, take you got your lions crossed!

Scar: Simba. What have you done?

Young Simba: There were wildebeests, and he tried to salvage me. It was an accident. I didn't mean for it to happen.

Scar: Of course. Of course y'all didn't. No one ever means for these things to happen. But the rex is dead. And if it weren't for you lot, he'd still exist live.

Timon: [to Pumbaa] Information technology's non gravel, it'due south grovel. And don't. He's non the king

[to Simba]

Timon: Are ya?

Developed Simba: No.

Nala: Simba.

Adult Simba: No, I'm non the king. Maybe I was gonna be merely that was a long time ago.

Adult Simba: [about Mufasa] I detest to tell you this, only he died a long time ago.

Rafiki: Nope. Wrong again. Ha ha ha. He's alive. And I'll prove him to y'all. You follow old Rafiki, he knows the way. Come on.

Zazu: [On Mufasa's Back] Oh look Sire. The herds are on the move.

Mufasa: Yes...

Scar: [Worried and Desperate] Quick Mufasa! Stampede, in the gorge. Simba's downwards there!

Mufasa: Simba?

Zazu: As the king's brother *y'all* should accept been kickoff in line.

Scar: Well, I was first in line, until the fiddling hairball was born.

Mufasa: That "hairball" is my son and you're future king.

Scar: [Begins walking abroad] Oh, I shall practice my curtsey.

Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar.

Scar: Oh, no Mufasa. Peradventure *you* shouldn't turn your back on *me*.

Mufasa: [Roars angrily and runs in forepart of Scar'southward path] Is that a claiming?

Scar: Temper temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you.

Zazu: Compassion. Why non?

Scar: Well every bit far as brains go I got the lion's share but when information technology comes to beast strength. I'yard afraid I'thou at the shallow end of the genetic pool

Zazu: [to Mufasa; pointing at Simba, who is holding on to the branch of a dead tree in the middle of the stampede] In that location! There! On the tree!

Mufasa: Concord on, Simba!

[a wildebeet's horn hits the tree which begins to break]

Young Simba: [wails] AAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!

[Mufasa jumps off the cliff and dives to Simba'southward rescue]

Zazu: [singing] If this is where the monarchy is headed/ count me out! Out of service, out of Africa/ I wouldn't hang about...

[the log that he is perched on goes over a water of psychedelic colors]

Zazu: Ahhh!

[Zazu manages to escape the free-fall as he flies towards the camera]

Zazu: [singing crossly] This child is getting wildly OUT OF WIIIIIIIING!

Nala: Nosotros really needed you at home.

Adult Simba: No one needs me.

Nala: Yes, we do. You're the king.

Adult Simba: Nala, we've been through this. I'g not the king. Scar is.

Scar: [to the hyenas as Simba was running away] Impale him.

Scar: [about the hyenas] They think I'm the Male monarch.

Nala: Merely we don't. Simba's the rightful King.

Adult Simba: The choice is yours, Scar. Either step downwards or a fight.

Immature Simba: [Simba is clinging on to a dead tree branch for dear life] Zazu, help me!

Zazu: Your father's on the way! Hold on!

Young Simba: [scared] HURRY!

Timon: When the Globe turns its back on you, you turn your back on the World!

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