Zazu: I beg your pardon, madam, but... GET OFF! ...Simba? Nala?Simba: All right, it worked!Nala: We lost 'im.Simba: I... am a genius.Nala: Hey, Genius, it was my idea.Simba: Yeah, but I pulled it off.Nala: With me!Simba: Oh yeah? ...Rrarr!Nala: Ha. Pinned ya.Simba: Hey, lemme up.Nala: Pinned ya again.Simba: This is it. We made it.Simba and Nala: Whoa!Nala: It's really creepy.Simba: Yeah... Isn't it great?Nala: We could get in big trouble.Simba: I know, huh.Nala: I wonder if its brains arestill in there.Simba: There's only one way toknow. Come on. Let's go check it out.Zazu: The only checking out you will do will be to check out of here.Simba: Aw, man.Zazu: We're way beyond the boundary of the Pride Lands.Simba: Huh. Look. Banana Beak is scared. Heh.Zazu: That's Mr. Banana Beak to you,fuzzy. And right now we are all in very real danger.Simba: Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha ha!Shenzi: Well, well, well, Banzai. What have we got here?Banzai: Hmm. I don't know, Shenzi. Uh... what do you think, Ed?Ed: {Crazy laughter}Banzai: Yeah, just what I was thinking. A trio of trespassers!Zazu: And quite by accident, let me assure you. A simple navigational error. Eh heh heh...Shenzi: Whoa, whoa, wait wait wait... I know you. You're Mufasa's little stooge.Zazu: I, madam, am the king's majordomo.Banzai: And that would make you...?Simba: The future king.Shenzi: Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom?Simba: Puh. You can't do anything to me.Zazu: Uhh... technically, they can. We are on their land.Simba: But Zazu, you told me they're nothing but slobbering mangy stupid poachers.Zazu: Ix-nay on the oopid-stay...Banzai: Who you callin' "oopid-stay?!?"Zazu: My, my, my. Look at the sun. It's time to go!Shenzi: What's the hurry? We'd looove you to stick around for dinner.Banzai: Yeaaaah! We could have whatever's... "lion" around! {In the background} Get it? Lion around! Shenzi: Oh wait, wait, wait. I got one, I got one. Make mine a "cub" sandwich. Whatcha think?Shenzi: What? Ed? What is it?Banzai: Hey, did we order this dinner to go?Shenzi: No. Why?Banzai: 'Cause there it goes!Nala: Did we lose 'em?Simba: I think so. Where's Zazu?Banzai: The little majordomo bird hippity-hopped all the way to the birdie-boiler. Zazu: Oh no. Not the birdie-boiler. Simba: Hey! Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?Shenzi: Like... you?Simba: Oops.Shenzi, Banzai, Ed: BOO! Nala: Simba!Nala: Aaaaiee!Shenzi: Look, boys! A king fit for a meal!Banzai: Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.Shenzi: Oo-hoo... that was it? Hah. Do it again... come on.Shenzi, Banzai, Ed: Huh?!Shenzi: Oh, please, please. Uncle. Uncle.Banzai: Ow. Ow. Ow.Mufasa: Silence!Banzai: Oh, we're gonna shut up right now.Shenzi: Calm down. We're really sorry.Mufasa: If you ever come near my son again...Shenzi: Oh this is... this is your son?!?Banzai: Oh, your son?Shenzi: Did you know that?Banzai: No... me? I-I-I didn't know it. No. Did you?Shenzi: No! Of course not.Banzai: No.Shenzi and Banzai: Ed?Ed: {Stupidly nods yes}Banzai: Toodles!Simba: Dad, I...Mufasa: You deliberately disobeyed me.Simba: Dad, I'm... I'm sorry.Mufasa: Let's go home.Nala: I thought you were very brave.Mufasa: Zazu?Zazu: Yes, sire?Mufasa: Take Nala home. I've got to teach my son a lesson.Zazu: Come, Nala. Simba... Good luck.Mufasa: Simba! {Simba slowly turns and walks towards his father. The camera follows him forward. Ominous yet sad music. Simba steps into a depression. Looking down he sees that hisforepaw fits inside just the palmprint of his father's paw. A very tense moment for Simba. It comes across to the audience that his father could easily do much, much more than discipline Simba. [It also comes across that Simba has some rather big shoes to fill, so to speak, and is only now realizing his true position. -BT] Simba is harshly remindedof how small and young he is compared to his father. He looks up and, quite courageously, continues to come forward.}{Mufasa thinks silently for a few moments, not looking at his son. Then, finally, he turns to him.}Mufasa: Simba, I'm very disappointed in you.Simba: I know.Mufasa: You could have been killed. Youdeliberately 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.Simba: Oh. I guess even kings get scared, huh?Mufasa: Mm-hmm.Simba: But you know what?Mufasa: What?Simba: I think those hyenas were even scareder.Mufasa: 'Cause nobody messes with your dad. Come here, you.Simba: Oh no, no... Aaagh! Errrggh!Simba: Oh, come here... Hah! Gotcha!Simba: Dad?Mufasa: Hmm?Simba: We're pals, right?Mufasa: Right.Simba: And we'll always be together, right?Mufasa: Simba... Letme tell you something that my father told me... Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars.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.Banzai: Man, that lousy Mufasa! I won't be able to sit for a week! Ed: {Laughs}Banzai: It's not funny, Ed.Ed: {Tries to stop laughing, but bursts out worse}Banzai: Hey, shut up!Ed: {Can NOT stop laughing}Shenzi: Will you knock it off!Banzai: Well, he started it!Shenzi: Look at you guys. No wonder we're dangling at the bottom of the food chain.Banzai: Man, I hate dangling.Shenzi: Shyeah? You know, if it weren't for those lions, we'd be runnin' the joint.Banzai: Yeah. Man, I hate lions.Shenzi: So pushy.Banzai: And hairy.Shenzi: And stinky.Banzai: And man, are they...Shenzi and Banzai: UuuugLY! Scar: Oh,surely we lions are not all THAT bad. Banzai: Ohh. Oh, Scar, it'sjust you.Shenzi: We were afraid it was somebody important. Banzai: Yeah, you know, like Mufasa.Shenzi: Yeah.Scar: I see.Banzai: Now that's power.Shenzi: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder.Banzai: Mufasa.Shenzi: Ooooh. ... Do it again.Banzai: Mufasa.Shenzi: Ooooh!Banzai: Mufasa. Mufasa! Mufasa!Shenzi:...Oooh! It tingles me.Scar: I'm surrounded by idiots.Banzai: Not you, Scar; I mean, you're one of us. I mean, you're our pal.Scar: Charmed.Shenzi: Ohh, I like that. He's not king, but he's still so proper.Banzai: Yeah. Hey, hey. Did ya bring us anything to eat, Scar, old buddy, old pal? Huh? Did-ya-did-ya-did-ya?Scar: I don't think you really deserve this. I practically gift-wrapped those cubs foryou. And you couldn't even dispose of them. Shenzi: Well, ya know. It wasn't exactly like they was alone, Scar.Banzai: Yeah. What are we supposed to do-- kill Mufasa?Scar: Precisely.Scar: I never thought hyenas essential.They're crude and unspeakably plain.But maybe there's a glimmer of potentialIf allied to my vision and brain.Scar: I know that your powers of retentionAre as wet as a warthog's backsideBut thick as you are, pay attentionMy words are a matter of prideIt's clear from your vacant expressionsThe lights are not all on upstairsBut we're talking kings and successionsEven you can't be caught unawaresSo prepare for a chance of a lifetimeBe prepared for sensational newsA shining new eraIs tiptoeing nearerShenzi:And where do we feature?Scar: Just listen to teacherI know it sounds sordidBut you'll be rewardedWhen at last I am given my duesAnd injustice deliciously squaredBe prepared!Banzai: Yeah, Be prepared. Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh. ...For what?Scar: For the death of the king.Banzai: Why? Is he sick?Scar: No, fool-- we're going to kill him. And Simba too.Shenzi: Great idea! Who needs a king?Shenzi (and then Banzai): No king! No king! la--la-la--la-laa-laa!Scar: Idiots! There will be a king!Banzai: Hey, but you said, uh...Scar: I will be king! ...Stick with me , andyou'll never go hungry again!Shenzi and Banzai: Yaay! All right! Long live the king!All Hyenas: Long live the king! Long live the king!Hyenas: It's great that we'll soon be connected.With a king who'll be all-time adored.Scar:Of course, quid pro quo, you're expectedTo take certain duties on boardThe future is littered with prizesAnd though I'm the main addresseeThe point that I must emphasize isYou won't get a sniff without me!So prepare for the coup of the centuryBe prepared for the murkiest scam(Oooh... La! La! La!) Meticulous planning(We'll have food!)Tenacity spanning(Lots of food)Decades of denial(We repeat)Is simply why I'll(Endless meat)Be king undisputed(Aaaaaaah...)Respected, saluted(...aaaaaaah...)And seen for the wonder I am(...aaaaaaah!)Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared(Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo)Be prepared!All (Even Ed, who can be heard growling and snarling an approximation of the lines):Yes, our teeth and ambitions are baredBe prepared!Scar: Now you wait here. Your father has a marvelous surprise for you.Simba: Oooh. What is it?Scar: If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?Simba: If you tell me, I'll still act surprised.Scar: Ho ho ho. You are such a naughty boy.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.Scar: Well! I'd better go get him.Simba: I'll go with you.Scar: No! Heh heh heh. No. Just stay on this rock. You wouldn't want to end up in another mess like you did with the hyenas...Simba: You know about that?Scar: Simba, everybody knows about that.Simba: Really?Scar: Oh, yes. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh? Oh... and just between us, you might want to work on that little roar of yours. Hmm?Simba: Oh... Okay...Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar, will I like the surprise?Scar: Simba, it's to DIE for.Banzai: {Stomach growls}Shenzi: Shut up.Banzai: I can't help it. I'm so hungry... Igotta 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.Shenzi: There he is... let's go.Simba: Little roar. Puh!Simba: Rarrr!Simba: Rrrraowr-nh!35Simba: RAOWR!Zazu: Oh look, sire; the herd is on the move.Mufasa: Odd...Scar: Mufasa. Quick. Stampede. In the gorge. Simba's down there!Mufasa: Simba?Simba: Zazu! Help me!!Zazu: Your father is on the way! Hold on!Simba: Hurry!Zazu: There! There! On that tree!Mufasa: Hold on, Simba!Simba: Ahhhh!Zazu: Oh Scar, this is awful. What will we do? What will we do? Hah ... I'll go back for help, that's what I'll do, I'll go back for he--oomph!Simba: DAD!Mufasa: Scar! Broth-- Brother! Help me!Scar: Long live the king.Mufasa: Aaaaaaahh!Simba: Nooooooo!Simba: Dad!!Simba: Dad?Simba: Dad? ...Dad, come on. You gotta get up. Dad. We gotta go home. HEEEEELP! Somebody! Anybody... help.Scar: Simba. ...What have you done?Simba: There were wildebeests and hetried to save me... it was an accident, I... I didn't mean for it to happen.Scar: 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. Oh! What will yourmother think?Simba: What am I gonna do?Scar: Run away, Simba. Run... Run away and never return.Scar: Kill him.Banzai: Whoa!!Banzai: Yeow! Shenzi: Hey-- There he goes! There he goes!Banzai: So go get 'im.Shenzi: There ain't no way I'm going in there. What, you want me to come out there looking like you? Cactus Butt?Banzai: We gotta finish the job.Shenzi: Well, he's as good as dead out there anyway. And IF he comes back, we'll kill him.Banzai: Yeah! you hear that? If you ever come back, we'll kill ya!!!Scar: Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy; but to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live...Scar: ...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... ...inwhich lion and hyena come together, in a great and glorious future! Timon: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaahh! Get out! Get out! Get outta here! Whoo!Pumbaa: I love it! Bowling for buzzards!Timon: Gets 'em every time.Pumbaa: Uh-oh. Hey Timon. You bettercome look. I think it's still alive.Timon: Ewww...Timon: All righty, what have we got here? Timon: 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? We're talking 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: A--huh! That's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Maybe he'll b-- ...Hey, I got it! What if he's on our side? You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea.Pumbaa: So we keeping 'im?Timon: Of course. Who's the brains in this outfit?Pumbaa: Uhhh...Timon: My point exactly. Jeez, I'm fried. Let's get out of here and find some shade.Timon: You okay, kid?Simba: I guess so.Pumbaa: You nearly died.Timon: I saved you.Pumbaa: {Snorts at Timon}Timon: Well, uh, Pumbaa helped. A little.Simba: {Dully} Thanks for your help.Timon: Hey, where you going?Simba: Nowhere.Timon: Gee. He looksblue.Pumbaa: I'd say brownish-gold.Timon: No, no, no, no. I mean he's depressed.Pumbaa: Oh.Pumbaa: Hey kid, what's eatin' ya?Timon: Nothing; he's at the top of the food chain! Ahhhhhhha ha haaa! The food cha-haain! Ha ha hum... ahem. So, where you from...?Simba: Who cares? I can't go back.Timon: Ahh. You're an outcast! That's great, so are we.Pumbaa: What'cha do, kid?Simba: Something terrible. But I don't wanna talk about it.Timon: Good. We don't wanna hear about it.Pumbaa: Come on, Timon. Anything wecan do?Simba: Not unless you can change the past.Pumbaa: You know, kid, in times like this my buddy Timon here says, "You got to put your behind in your past..."Timon: No. No. No.Pumbaa: I mean...Timon: Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. It's "You got to put your past behind you." Look, kid. Bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it, right?Simba: Right.Timon: Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.Simba: Well, that's not what I was taught.Timon: Then maybe you need a new lesson. Repeat after me. Hakuna Matata.Simba: What?Pumbaa: Ha-ku-na Ma-ta-ta. It means "No worries."Timon: Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrasePumbaa: Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing crazeTimon: It means no worriesFor the rest of your daysBoth: It's our problem-freePhilosophyTimon: Hakuna Matata!Simba: Hakuna matata?Pumbaa: Yeah, it's our motto.Simba: What's a motto?Timon: Nothing! What's a motto with you? Ahh ha ha ha...Pumbaa: You know what, kid? These two words will solve all your problems.Timon: That's right! Take Pumbaa for example.Timon: Why, when he was a young warthog...Pumbaa: When I was a young wart hoooog!Timon: Very nice.Pumbaa: Thanks!Timon: He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal He could clear the savannah after every mealPumbaa: I'm a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned And it hurt that my friends never stood downwindAnd oh, the shame{Timon: He was ashamed!}Thoughta changin' my name{Oh, what's in a name?}And I got downhearted{How did you feel?}Ev'rytime that I...Timon: Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids!Pumbaa: Oh... sorry.Pumbaa and Timon:Hakuna Matata!What a wonderful phraseHakuna Matata!Ain't no passing crazeSimba: It means no worriesFor the rest of your daysTimon: Yeah, sing it, kid!Simba and Timon:It's our problem-free ...........Pumbaa: ..................... philosophy...All three: Hakuna Matata!Timon: Welcome... to our humble home.Simba: You live here?Timon: We live wherever we want.Pumbaa: Yep. Home is where your rump rests. Heh!Simba: It's beautiful.Pumbaa: I'm starved.Simba: I'm so hungry I could eat a whole zebra.Timon: Eeeahhah. We're fresh out of zebra.Simba: Any antelope?Timon: Na ah.Simba: Hippo?Timon: Nope. Listen, kid; if you live with us, you have to eat like us. Hey, this looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub.Simba: Eeew. What's that?Timon: A grub. What's it look like?Simba: Eeew. Gross.Timon: Mmmm. Tastes like chicken.Pumbaa: Slimy, yet satisfying.Timon: These are rare delicacies. Mmmm. Piquant, with a very pleasant crunch.Pumbaa: You'll learn to love 'em.Timon: I'm telling you, kid, this is the great life. No rules. No responsibilities. Oooh! The little cream-filled kind. And best of all, no worries.Timon: Well, kid?Simba: Oh well-- Hakuna Matata. Simba: Slimy, yet satisfying.Timon: That's it!Pumbaa and Timon: Hakuna matata,hakuna matata, hakuna matata.Simba: It means no worriesFor the rest of your days.All three: It's our problem-freePhilosophySimba: Hakuna MatataHakuna MatataZazu: Nobody knowsThe trouble I've seenNobody knowsMy 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've got a lovely bunch of coconutsThere they are a-standing in a row...Zazu and Scar: Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head...Zazu: Oh... I would never have had to dothis for Mufasa.Scar: What? What did you say?Zazu: Oh, nothing!Scar: You know the law: Never, ever 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 illustrate the differences in your royal managerial approaches. Banzai: Hey Boss!Scar: Oh, What is it this time?Banzai: We got a bone to pick 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's the lionesses' 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 gamey and... eeww...Scar: Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All you need is a little garnish.Banzai: I thought things were bad underMufasa.Scar: What did you say?Banzai: I said Muf...Banzai: I said, uh... "Qu?pasa?"Scar: Good. Now get out.Banzai: Mm... yeah, but-- we're still hungry.Scar: Out!Timon: Whoah. Nice one, Simba.Simba: Thanks. Man, I'm stuffed.Pumbaa: Me too. I ate like a pig.Simba: Pumbaa-- you are a pig.Pumbaa: Oh. Right.Pumbaa: Timon?Timon: Yeah?Pumbaa: 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 that they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.Timon: Pumbaa, wit' you, everything's gas.Pumbaa: Simba, what do you think?Simba: Well, I don't know...Pumbaa: Aw come on. Give, give, give .. Well, come on, Simba, we told you ours... pleeeease?Timon: Come on, come on... give, give..Simba: Well, somebody once told me that the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us.Pumbaa: Really?Timon: You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? Pbbb.Timon: Who told you something like that? What mook made that up?Simba: Yeah. Pret。