The Lion King

Timon:
What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?

Young Simba:
Hey, Uncle Scar. Guess what?

Scar:
I despise guessing games.

Young Simba:
I'm going to be King of Pride Rock.

Scar:
Oh Goodee.

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

Scar:
Yes, well forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.

Young Simba:
Hey Uncle Scar, when I'm King, what'll that make you?

Scar:
A monkey's uncle.

Young Simba:
You're so weird.

Scar:
You have no idea. So your father showed you the whole kingdom did he?

Simba:
Everything

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

Simba:
No He said I can't go there

Scar:
And he's absolutely right Far too dangerous Only the bravest lions go there

Pumbaa:
It's our motto.

Young Simba:
What's a motto?

Timon:
Nothing. What's a motto with you?

Timon:
Let me get this straight. You know her. She knows you. But she wants to eat him. And everybody's okay with this? DID I MISS SOMETHING?

Zazu:
Lemme out. Lemme out.

Timon:
Lemme in. Lemme in.

Nala:
Have you guys seen Simba?

Timon:
I thought he was with you.

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

Rafiki:
You won't find him here. The King has returned.

Nala:
I don't believe it. He's gone back.

Timon:
What?

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 back to challenge his uncle to take his place as king.

Timon:

Timon:
Please don't eat me.

Pumbaa:
Drop 'em!

Banzai:
Hey! Who's the pig?

Pumbaa:
Are you talkin' to me?

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

Pumbaa:
Are you talking to *me*?

Timon:
Ya shouldn't have done that.

Pumbaa:
Are you talking to ME?

Timon:
Now they're in for it.

Pumbaa:
They call me MR. PIG. AHHHH!

Timon:
We're gonna fight your uncle... for this?

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

Timon:
Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper.

Adult Simba:
That's not my father, that's just my reflection.

Rafiki:
No, look harder.

Rafiki:
You see? He lives in you.

Mufasa's ghost:
Simba.

Adult Simba:
Father?

Mufasa's ghost:
Simba, you have forgotten me.

Adult Simba:
No. How could I?

Mufasa's ghost:
You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. Look inside yourself, Simba. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the Circle of Life.

Adult Simba:
How can I go back? I'm not who I used to be.

Mufasa's ghost:
Remember who you are. You are my son and the one true king. Remember...

Young Simba:
Dad?

Mufasa:
Hmm?

Young Simba:
We're pals, right?

Mufasa:
Right.

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

Mufasa:
Simba, let me tell you something my father told me. Look at the stars, the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us.

Young Simba:
Really?

Mufasa:
Yes. So whenever you feel alone just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you and so will I.

Sarabi:
Your son is awake.

Mufasa:
Before sunrise he's YOUR son.

Pumbaa:
Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up 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 bluish-black thing.

Pumbaa:
Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.

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

Timon:
Gee. He looks blue.

Pumbaa:
I'd say brownish-gold.

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

Pumbaa:
Oh.

Zazu:
Checking in with the morning report.

Mufasa:
Fire away.

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

Mufasa:
What are you doing son?

Simba:
Pouncing

Mufasa:
Let an old pro show ya how it's done

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

Young Simba:
Whoa...

Mufasa:
A king's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One 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 light touches...

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

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

Nala:
No, just disappointed.

Adult Simba:
You know you're starting to sound like my father.

Nala:
Good. At least one of us is.

Zazu:
Oh, just look at you two. Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents will be thrilled what with your being betrothed and all.

Young Simba:
Be-what?

Zazu:
Betrothed. Intended. Affianced.

Young Nala:
Meaning...?

Zazu:
One day, you two are going to be married.

Young Simba:
Yuck.

Young Nala:
Ewww.

Young Simba:
I can't marry her. She's my friend.

Young Nala:
Yeah. It'd be too weird.

Zazu:
Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you two turtle-doves have no choice. It's a tradition that goes back generations.

Young Simba:
Well, when I'm king, that'll be the first thing to go.

Zazu:
Not so long as I'm around.

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

Zazu:
Hmmm... Nice try, but only the king can do that.

Young Nala:
Well, he's the future king.

Young Simba:
Yeah. So you have to do what I tell you.

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

Young Simba:
Hmph. Not the way I see it.

Adult Simba:
I know what I have to do. But going back will mean facing my past. I've been running from it for so long.

Adult Simba:
Oww. Jeez... What was that for?

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

Adult Simba:
Yeah, but it still hurts.

Rafiki:
Oh yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.

Rafiki:
Ha. You See? So what are you going to do?

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

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

Adult Simba:
I'm going back.

Rafiki:
Good. Go on. Get out of here.

Pumbaa:
Slimy... yet satisfying.

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

Young Simba:
What's that?

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

Young Simba:
Ewwwww, gross.

Timon:
Tastes like chicken.

Young Simba:
Man, I'm stuffed.

Pumbaa:
Me, too. I ate like a pig.

Young Simba:
Pumbaa, you *are* a pig.

Pumbaa:
It's like my buddy Timon always says: you got to put your behind in your past.

Timon:
No, no no. Amateur. Sit down before you hurt yourself. It's "You got to put your past behind you."

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

Banzai:
Yeah. We could have whatever's "lion" around.

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

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

Shenzi:
No, why?

Banzai:
Cause there it goes.

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 dirty you can take him out and beat him.

Zazu:
As the King's brother you should've been first in line.

Scar:
I was first in line, until the little hair ball was born.

Pumbaa:
What'd ya do, Kid?

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

Timon:
Good. We don't wanna hear about it.

Banzai:
Hippity hop, all the way to the birdie boiler.

Zazu:
No, not the birdie boiler.

Scar:
Life's not fair, is it? You see, I... well, I shall never be king. And you... shall never see the light of another day. Adieu.

Zazu:
Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?

Scar:
What do you want?

Zazu:
I'm here to announce King Mufasa's on his way so you better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning

Scar:
You made me lose my lunch

Zazu:
You'll lose more than that when the King gets through with you He's a mad as a hippo with a herneer

Scar:
I quiver with fear!

Shenzi:
Hey. There he goes. There he goes.

Banzai:
So go get him.

Shenzi:
There ain't no way I'm going in there. What, you want me to come out there looking like you, Cactus-Butt?

Mufasa:
Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.

Young Simba:
But dad, don't we eat the antelope?

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

Timon:
Look, kid. Bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it. Right?

Young Simba:
Right.

Timon:
Wrong. When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.

Shenzi:
Shut up.

Banzai:
I can't help it. I'm so hungry... I gotta have a wildebeest.

Shenzi:
Stay put

Banzai:
Well... can't I just pick off one of the little sick ones?

Shenzi:
No! We wait for the signal from Scar (Scar appears) There he is let's go

Young Simba:
Everything the light touches... But what about that shadowy place?

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

Young Simba:
But I thought a king can do whatever he wants.

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

Young Simba:
There's more?

Mufasa:
Heh heh, Simba.

Young Simba:
All right, it worked.

Nala:
We lost 'im.

Young Simba:
I... am a genius.

Nala:
Hey, Genius, it was my idea.

Young Simba:
Yeah, but I pulled it off.

Young Nala:
With me.

Young Simba:
Oh yeah?

Zazu:
There's one in every family - two in mine, actually - and they always manage to ruin special occasions.

Scar:
I'm TEN times the king Mufasa was.

Banzai:
Man, I hate lions.

Shenzi:
They're so pushy.

Banzai:
And hairy.

Shenzi:
And stinky.

Banzai:
And, man, are they...

Both:
Ugly! (Laughing)

Scar:
Surely we lions are not all that bad

Banzai:
Scar it's just you

Young Simba:
I'm so hungry I could eat a whole zebra.

Timon:
Ah-ha, we're fresh out of zebra.

Young Simba:
Any antelope?

Timon:
Nah-ah.

Young Simba:
Hippo?

Timon:
Nope. Listen kid, if you're going to live here you gotta have to eat like us.

Scar:
Just remember, it's our little secret.

Timon:
I tell ya, Pumbaa, this stinks!

Pumbaa:
Oh, sorry.

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

Young Simba:
What will I do?

Scar:
Run away Simba... Yes, run away and never return.

Scar:
Kill him.

Pumbaa:
Kid, what's eatin' ya?

Timon:
Nothing! He's at the top of the food chain!

Mufasa:
Scar! Brother, help me!

Scar:
Long live the King.

Adult Simba:
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.

Scar:
Oh, Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kindom...

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

Adult Simba:
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.

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

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

Scar:
Oh where have I seen this before? Oooh, yes, this is exactly the way your father looked before he died. And here's my little secret... I killed Mufasa!

Adult Simba:
Nooo! Murderer!

Scar:
I'm surrounded by idiots.

Scar:
I know that your powers of retention, are as wet as a warthogs backside. But thick as you are, pay attention! My words are a matter of pride. Its clear from vacant expressions, the lights are not all on upstairs. But we're talking kings and sucessions. Even YOU can't be caught unawares!

Simba:
[calls out to the sky] You said you'd always be there for me! But you're not.

Simba:
Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. [laughs in determination]

Simba:
[to Scar] Run away, Scar. And never return.

Scar:
[First lines, spoken to a mouse he's about to eat] Life's not fair, is it? You see, I... well, I shall never be king. And you... shall never see the light of another day. Adieu.

Scar:
[Simba: Hey, uncle Scar, when I'm king, what'll that make you?] A monkey's uncle.

Scar:
Run away, Simba. Run. Run away, and never return.

Scar:
[Digs his claws into Mufasa's paws] Long live the king. [throws Mufasa off the cliff]

Pumbaa:
Hakuna Matata. It means "no worries".

Mufasa:
[about Scar] 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 dirty, you can take him out and beat him.

[Mufasa laughs]

Zazu:
[stops on a nearby rock] Good morning, sire!

Mufasa:
Good morning, Zazu.

Zazu:
Checking in with the morning report.

Mufasa:
Fire away.

Zazu:
Well, the buzz from the bees is that the leopards are in a bit of a spot...

Mufasa:
Oh, really?

[Simba pounces at a grasshopper and misses]

Zazu:
And the baboons are going ape over this. Of course, the giraffes are acting like they're above it all...

Mufasa:
[to Simba] What are you doing, son?

Simba:
[looks in his empty paws] Pouncing.

Mufasa:
Let an old pro show you how it's done.

Zazu:
...The tick birds are pecking on the elephants. I told the elephants to forget it, but they can't...

Mufasa:
Zazu, would you turn around?

Zazu:
Yes, sire. [continues immediately] The cheetahs are hard up, but I always say ...

Mufasa:
[whispers] Stay low to the ground.

Zazu:
Cheetahs never prosper.

Simba:
[whispers] OK. Stay low to the ground., right, yeah.

Zazu:
[Realizing something is amiss] What's going on?

Mufasa:
A pouncing lesson.

Zazu:
Oh very good, pouncing. [realizing] Pouncing?!? Oh no, sire, you can't be serious... [Mufasa motions for Zazu to turn back around] Oh... this is so humiliating.

Mufasa:
[still whispering] Try not to make a sound.

Zazu:
What are you telling him, Mufasa? [Looking around uneasily-- Simba and Mufasa seem to have disappeared.] Mufasa? Simba?

[Simba does a full pounce leaving Zazu stunned on the ground and Mufasa laughs]

Mufasa:
[to Simba] That's very good.

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

Simba:
I know.

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

Simba:
I was just trying to be brave like you.

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

Simba:
But you're not scared of anything.

Mufasa:
I was today.

Simba:
You were?

Mufasa:
Yes. I thought I might lose you.

Rafiki:
Look down there.

Simba:
[looks into a pond of water] That's not my father. That's just my reflection.

Rafiki:
No, look harder.

[he touches the water; as it ripples, Simba's reflection changes to that of Mufasa]

Rafiki:
You see? He lives in you.

Mufasa:
[from above] Simba.

Simba:
Father?

[Simba sees his father's spirit in the sky]

Mufasa:
Simba, you have forgotten me.

Simba:
No. How could I?

Mufasa:
You have forgotten who you are, and so forgotten me. Look inside yourself, Simba. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the Circle of Life.

Simba:
How can I go back? I'm not who I used to be.

Mufasa:
Remember who you are. You are my son, and the one true King. Remember who you are.

Zazu:
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen.... Nobody knows my sorrow...

Scar:
Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with a little bounce in it.

Zazu:
....It's a small world after all--

Scar:
No! No! Anything but that.

Zazu:
I got a lovely bunch of coconuts... Deedly-dee-dee... There they are a-standing in a row...

Scar and Zazu:
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head..

[As Scar continues singing, Zazu begins to complain]

Zazu:
Oh, I never would have have to this to Mufasa.

Scar:
What?! What did you say?

Zazu:
Oh, nothing!

Scar:
You know the law: never mention that name in my presence. I am the king!

Zazu:
Yes, Sire! You are the king! I-I.. Well, I only mentioned it to demonstrate the differences in your own managerial approaches.

Banzai:
Hey, Boss!

Scar:
[annoyed] Oh, what is it?

Banzai:
We got a bone to pick with you!

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

Banzai:
Yeah! It's dinnertime, and we ain't go no stinkin' entrees!

Scar:
It's the lioness's job to do the hunting.

Banzai:
Yeah, but they won't go hunt.

Scar:
Oh... eat Zazu.

Zazu:
Oh, you wouldn't want me! I'd be so tough and gamy!

Scar:
Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All you need is a little garlic.

Banzai:
[whispers to Shenzi and Ed] I thought this was better than Mufasa.

Scar:
What did you say?!

Banzai:
I said Mu... [Shenzi elbows him] I said, uh... que pasa?

Scar:
Good. Now get out.

Banzai:
Yeah, but we're still hungry.

Scar:
OUT!

[Simba, Nala, Timon, and Pumbaa, make it to the Pride Lands]

Timon:
Hyenas. I hate hyenas. [whispers to Simba] So what your plan for getting past those guys?

Simba:
Live bait.

Timon:
Good idea. [reacts] Hey!

Simba:
Come on, Timon! You guys have to create a diversion.

Timon:
What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?!

[Timon and Zazu are cornered by the hyenas]

Timon:
Please don't eat me!

Pumbaa:
Drop 'em!

Banzai:
Hey! Who's the pig?

Pumbaa:
Are you talkin' to me?

Timon:
Uh-oh! They called him the pig.

Pumbaa:
Are you talking to me?

Timon:
Shouldn't have done that.

Pumbaa:
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?!

Timon:
Now they're in for it!

Pumbaa:
They call me... MR. PIG!!!

[he screams and charges at the hyenas]

Mufasa:
You deliberately disobeyed me! And what's worse! You put Nala in danger!

Being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble.

Pumbaa:
And I got downhearted, every time that I-

Timon:
Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids!

Pumbaa:
Oh, sorry.

Timon:
Please don't eat me...

Pumbaa:
Drop 'em!

Banzai:
Hey, who's the pig?

Pumbaa:
Are you talking to me?

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

Pumbaa:
_Are you talking to me?!_

Timon:
Shouldn't have done that!

Pumbaa:
*ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?!*

Timon:
Now they're in for it!

Pumbaa:
*THEY CALL ME, MISTER PIG! AAAARRRGGGHH!*

Simba:
I know what I have to do. But going back means I'll have to face my past. I've been running from it for so long.

[Rafiki hits Simba on the head with his stick]

Simba:
Ow! Jeez, what was that for?

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

Simba:
Yeah, but it still hurts.

Rafiki:
Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or... learn from it. [swings his stick again at Simba, who ducks out of the way] Ha. You see? So what are you going to do?

Simba:
First, I'm gonna take your stick.

[Simba snatches Rafiki's stick and throws it and Rafiki runs to grab it]

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

Simba:
I'm going back!

Rafiki:
Good! Go on! Get out of here!

[Rafiki begins laughing and screeching loudly]

Scar:
Ahh, so you haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba, now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death!

Simba:
[pause] I am.

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

Simba:
It's true.

Scar:
You see? He admits it. Murderer!

Simba:
No! It was an accident!

Scar:
If it weren't for you, Mufasa would still be alive. It's your fault he's dead. Do you deny it?

Simba:
No.

Scar:
Then you're guilty.

Simba:
No, I'm not a murderer!

Scar:
Oh, Simba, you're in trouble again. But this time Daddy isn't here to save you. And now everyone knows WHY!

[Simba falls at the edge of a cliff while a fire burns below.]

Nala:
Simba!

Scar:
[looking at Simba who is clinging to the edge of the cliff] Now this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Hm, let me think. Oh, yes, I remember! This is just the way your father looked before he died.

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

Scar:
And here's 'my' little secret... [whispering] I killed Mufasa!

Young Simba:
[In a flashback] Nooooo!

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

Scar:
No, Simba! Please!

Simba:
Tell them the truth.

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

Scar:
[Simba chokes him, he whispers] All right. All right. I did it.

Simba:
So they can hear you.

Scar:
I killed Mufasa!

Simba:
Murderer.

Scar:
Simba, Simba, please. Please have mercy, I beg you.

Simba:
You don't deserve to live.

Scar:
But, Simba, I... am... family. It's the hyenas who are the real enemy. It was their fault. It was their idea!

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

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

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

Scar:
Oh, Simba, thank you. You are truly noble. I'll make it up to you, I promise. How can I, ah, prove myself to you? Tell me anything, anything.

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

and you couldn't even dispose of them

Scar:
As you wish your majesty!

Simba:

nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Scar:
[Sarcastically overjoyed] 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:
[Faking astonishment] That was TODAY?! Oh, I feel simply awful... [He turns and start scraping his claws on the rock wall. Zazu cringes at the sound. Admiring his claws] ...Must have slipped my mind.

Zazu:
Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother, you should have been FIRST in line!

[Scar clicks his teeth at Zazu, who has flown near his face. Zazu takes cover behind Mufasa's foreleg. Scar bends down to speak to him.]

Scar:
Well, I was first in line... until the little HAIRBALL was born.

Mufasa:
[Lowering his head and meeting Scar eye to eye] That "hairball" is my son... and your future king.

Scar:
Ohh, I shall practice my curtsy.

[Scar turns away and starts to exit]

Mufasa:
[Warning] Don't turn your back on ME, Scar.

Scar:
[Looking back] Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps YOU shouldn't turn YOUR back on me.

Mufasa:
[Roars and literally jumps in front of Scar, baring his teeth for the first time] IS THAT A CHALLENGE?!

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

Zazu:
Pity! Why not?

Scar:
[Looking at Zazu] Well, as far as brains go, I got the lion's share. But, when it comes to BRUTE STRENGTH [looking at Mufasa] ...I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool.

[Exit Scar]

Zazu:
[Deep sigh] There's one in every family, sire... TWO in mine, actually. [perches on Mufasa's shoulder] And they always manage to ruin special occasions.

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 dirty, you can take him out and BEAT him.

[Mufasa laughs]

Simba:
[As he and Nala are walking in the jungle] Isn't this a great place?

Nala:
It is beautiful. But I don't understand something. You've been alive all this time. Why didn't you come back to Pride Rock?

Simba:
[climbs in the vines] Well, I just needed to... get out on my own. Live my own life. And I did. And it's great.

Nala:
We've really need you back home.

Simba:
No one needs me.

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

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

Nala:
Simba. He let the hyenas take over the Pride Lands.

Simba:
[shocked] What?

Nala:
Everything is destroyed. There's no food. No water. Simba, if you don't do something soon, everyone will starve.

Simba:
I can't go back.

Nala:
Why?!

Simba:
You wouldn't understand.

Nala:
What would I understand?!

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

Nala:
What?

Simba:
Hakuna Matata. It's something I learned out here. Look, sometimes bad things happen...

Nala:
Simba-!

Simba:
and there's nothing you can do about it. So why worry?

Nala:
Because it's your responsibility.

Simba:
What about you, you left?

Nala:
I left to find help, and I found you! Don't you understand?! We are only hope.

Simba:
Sorry.

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

Simba:
You're right. I'm not. Now are you satisfied?

Nala:
No, just disappointed

Simba:
You know, you're starting to sound like my father. [starts walking away]

Nala:
Good. At least one of us does.

Simba:
[He felt shocked at what Nala said, he angrily turns to her] Listen, you think you can just show up and tell me how to live my life?! You don't even know what I've been through!

Nala:
[worried] I would if you just tell me!

Simba:
[walking away] Forget it!

Nala:
[angry] Fine! [turns her head away]

Simba:
[calls out to the sky] Yummy! You look delicious, sky. I wanna eat you!

Simba:
Little roar.. [scoffs]

Scar:
Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy. But to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live... For me, it is a deep personal loss. So 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 lion and hyena come together in a great and glorious future!

(Scar walks along a cliff's edge. He kicks a small rock off)

(Simba runs over to his uncle)

SIMBA:

Hey, Uncle Scar! Guess what?

SCAR:

I despise guessing games.

SIMBA:

I'm gonna be king of Pride Rock!

SCAR:

(sarcastically)

Oh goodie.

SIMBA:

My Dad just showed me the whole kingdom! And I'm gonna rule it all!

SCAR:

Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.

(Scar flops down and rolls away from Simba. But the undaunted cub comes back)

SIMBA:

Hey, Uncle Scar, when I'm king, what'll that make you?

SCAR:

A monkey's uncle.

SIMBA:

(laughing)

You're so weird.

SCAR:

You have no idea.

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

SIMBA:

Everything!

SCAR:

He didn't show you what's beyond that rise at the northern border?

SIMBA:

Well, no.

He said I can't go there.

SCAR:

And he's absolutely right. It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest of lions go there.

SIMBA:

Well, I'm brave. What's out there?

SCAR:

I'm sorry, Simba, I just can't tell you.

SIMBA:

Why not?

(Scar puts his massive paw gently on Simba's head)

SCAR:

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

SIMBA:

Yeah, right. I'm your only nephew.

SCAR:

All the more reason for me to be protective.

An elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince.

Oops!

SIMBA:

An elephant what? Whoa!

SCAR:

Oh, dear, I've said too much. Well, I suppose you'd have found out sooner or later, you being so clever and all.

(Scar reaches out to hug Simba)

Just do me one favor. Promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place!

SIMBA:

No problem.

SCAR:

There's a good lad. You run along now and have fun.

(Scar lets Simba run along and have fun)

SCAR:
And remember, it's our little secret!

[After Scar killed Mufasa, the gorge is now dust from the wildebeest stampede. Simba is looking for Mufasa.]

Simba:
[coughs] Dad! [hears something] Dad? [A lone wildebeest runs through; he finds Mufasa who is now dead, and walks slowly to him.] Dad? Dad, come on. You gotta wake up. Dad? We gotta go home. [He tries to wake him up, to no avail. His tears start to well up.] HELP! Somebody! Anybody! [starts crying] Help.

[Simba tearfully walks to his dead father and lays down with him. Scar enters to see Simba with dead Mufasa.]

Scar:
Simba. [Simba looks at Scar in shock] What have you done?

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

Scar:
[pulls Simba away to hug him; feigning concern] Of course. Of course you didn't. No one ever means for these things to happen, but the king is dead. And if it weren't for you, he'd still be alive. [gasps] What would your mother think?

Simba:
What am I gonna do?

Scar:
Run away, Simba. [Simba looks at dead Mufasa, then back at Scar in fear] Run. Run away, and never return. [Simba starts running away from his dead father in fear. Shenzi, Banzai and Ed enters.] Kill him.

[Simba is laid in the middle of the desert, the buzzards are flying around him in circles and all land. Then Timon and Pumbaa enter with a charge.]

Timon and Pumbaa:
HYAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

Timon:
[shooing the buzzards] Get out! Get out! Get out of here!

Pumbaa:
I love this! Bowling for buzzards!

Timon:
Hee hee hee! Gets 'em every time.

Pumbaa:
[spots Simba] Uh-oh. Hey, Timon, you better come look. I think he's still alive.

Timon:
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?

Timon:
Pumbaa, are you nuts? You're talkin’ about a lion. Lions eat guys like us.

Pumbaa:
But he's so little.

Timon:
He's gonna get bigger.

Pumbaa:
Maybe he'll be on our side.

Timon:
That's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Maybe he'll... [gets an idea] Hey, I got it. What if he's on our side? You know, havin’ a lion around might not be such a bad idea.

Pumbaa:
So, we're keepin’ him?

Timon:
Of course. Who's the brains of this outfit?

Pumbaa:
[picks Simba up with his tusk] Uh..

Timon:
My point exactly. Jeez, I'm fried. [he and Pumbaa walk off, carrying Simba] Let's get outta here, and find some shade.

Pumbaa:
They call me MISTER PIG! [looses a war cry]

Pumbaa:
Hey, Timon! You better come look. I think he's still alive.