The Lion King1994

[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.