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[The sunrise scene begins again]

MS:
Nants ingonyama bagithi baba

BS:
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama

[Pumbaa and Timon enter the scene, walking across the sunrise from left to right]

Pumbaa:
Okay, so now we're back at the beginning. Right, Timon?

Timon:
Oh, you got that right, pally. [narrating] At last, things were looking up. I had the sun on my shoulders, the wind at my heels, a song in my heart. [Timon and Pumbaa freak out as the animals all bear down on them] Aah!

Pumbaa:
Aah!

[Pumbaa races out from under all the roaring and screeching animals as they rush past; Timon rides on his back]

Timon:
[steering Pumbaa to follow the animals] And to protect me, a great big fat guy!

[Pumbaa pauses the movie. Cut back to the silhouettes]

Pumbaa:
[shocked] You really think I look fat?!

Timon:
Uhh, Pumbaa, Pumbaa, Pumbaa. You're a pig. It's a compliment!

Pumbaa:
[mollified] Oh-ho-ho; Thank you!

[Pumbaa resumes the movie. Pride Rock rises before the two of them as the crest a small hill; a deep lion roar sounds]

FS:
It's the Circle of Life, and it moves us all...

Timon:
Whoo-hoo! There it is! The big pointy rock! Oh, baby, we're almost there!

[A record-needle scratching sound accompanies them screeching to a halt as the suddenly see that Pride Rock is surrounded by hundreds of animals]

Pumbaa:
... I think we're little late.

Timon:
It's a land rush! That loudmouth monkey, he must've blabbed it to the whole world!

Pumbaa:
What exactly did he say?

Timon:
[imitating Rafiki] Look beyond what you see.

Pumbaa:
So maybe you're supposed to look *beyond* the big pointy rock.

Timon:
[as though he came up with it himself] *Maybe I'm supposed to look beyond the big pointy rock!*

Pumbaa:
Hmm?

Timon:
Well... let's have a little look, shall we? Beyond what I see... beyond what I see... beyond what I see... [Camera pans past Pride Rock (where Rafiki is carrying Simba to the tip of the promontory) and all the gathered animals to a small hill with a little cave in it right behind the Rock] Oh ho! What do you know? The monkey's got an eagle eye for real estate!

Pumbaa:
[indicating the impending ceremony] Timon, look!

Timon:
He-he-hey! It's the monkey!

Pumbaa:
What's that he's holdin' up?

Timon:
Aw, who cares? It's not important. Come on! My dream home awaits.

[They approach the gathering of animals from behind, rising in front of them like a wall. Pumbaa nervously shrinks back away from them]

Pumbaa:
Uh... I don't do so well in crowds. Maybe we better go around.

Timon:
Don't you know the shortest distance between me and my dream home is a straight line? Follow me! [He leads Pumbaa straight into the breach]

Animal1:
Oh.

Timon:
Excuse me!

Animal2:
Ow.

Animal3:
Hello!

Animal4:
Goodness.

Timon:
Make room. Make room. Watch it, Twiggy. I'm walkin' here!

[Animals snort and glower at them as the push their way through the crowd. Suddenly Pumbaa's stomach gurgles fiercely; he sits down in "emergency" mode]

Pumbaa:
[miserably] Ahem... Timon, there's something I gotta tell ya.

Timon:
Pumbaa, Pumbaa, Pumbaa. We'll have a plenty of time to chat once we settle in.

Pumbaa:
[stomach gurgles more; he starts to panic] I could really use a rest stop!

Timon:
[trying to get him back on track] Don't worry. You'll get your second wind.

Pumbaa:
[breaking out in sweat] Ohh...! I've got a really bad feeling!

Timon:
It'll pass! Trust me! It'll pass!

[Pumbaa releases a massive fart. An elephant freaks out and trumpets. All the animals immediately around them cough and collapse, followed by the ones a little farther away—wildebeests,giraffes, and rhinos]

Zebra1:
Oh, look. The rhinos are bowing.

Zebra2:
Ooh, we'd better bow, too.

[The zebras bow, followed by the antelope in front of them, then more wildebeests, elephants, and the whole rest of the gathered crowd, all laid out in splendid array as seen from the perspective of Mufasa, Rafiki, and Zazu at the tip of the promontory]

Zazu:
Look, sire, how they kneel before the royal son.

[Timon and Pumbaa stand at the epicenter of what looks like a nuclear blast; a slight hissing sound is heard, as well as groans and coughs. We see that the hissing is Timon's hair on fire, fizzling down to his scalp]

Timon:
[goes suddenly from aghast to thrilled] So, I guess that's your special power, huh?! What a WEAPON!

Pumbaa:
Uh, you mean, you don't mind?

Timon:
Ha ha! Are you kidding? It was a gas! Ha ha ha ha ha!

Pumbaa:
[his spirits rising a little] Well, I don't like to toot my own horn...

Timon:
Yeah, that's probably for the best. [Pause for a beat] ... Let's go, Pumbaa!

Pumbaa:
Lead the way!

[Timon and Pumbaa wind their way through the prostrate animals as the beams of sunlight fall on Simba high atop the promontory above them]