The Lion King 1 1/2

The Lion King 1 1/2

This retelling of "The Lion King" is conveyed from the perspective of meerkat Timon (Nathan Lane) and warthog Pumbaa (Ernie Sabella) and shows how the pair became friends. When Timon leaves his colony because he doesn't fit in, he meets the lonely Pumbaa. Together Timon and Pumbaa search for a new home, having adventures along the way and eventually meeting up with lion prince Simba (Matthew Broderick), who is in exile from his home and must challenge the evil Scar for the title of Lion King.

Genre: Animation
Director(s): Bradley Raymond
Year:
2004
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[The scene repeatedly goes back and forth between a night scene where Simba wakes up Timon and a day scene where Timon is harmed during one of Simba's antics.]

Simba:
Timon, Timon! TIMON! (Timon grunts) I gotta go!

Timon:
(Voice very faint) Go? Go where?

Simba:
You know: Go! Bad!

Timon:
[gets the idea] Oh, you mean go! Then why didn't you say so! Come on, let's go!

(On the log bridge)

Timon:
Listen, kid, you gotta go, you gotta go!

(On a very high tree, "Jungle Boogie" plays)

Timon:
Young lion, get down from there!

Simba:
Yahoo! All right! Hey, you guys look like ants down there!

Timon:
I'm counting to three!

(Simba jumps onto a weak branch, it breaks)

Pumbaa:
Uh oh!

(Simba continues to fall)

Timon:
One! Two!

(Pumbaa jumps onto Timon, making a pillow for Simba to land on)

Timon:
(Gasping for air) Threeeeee.

("The Lion Sleeps Tonight" starts again)

Simba:
Timon?

Timon:
Wha? Again?!

Simba:
No, I'm thirsty.

(Back on the log bridge)

Timon:
You know, kid, this means you'll be up again about 2 hours from now.

(Location:
A river leading to an 500 ft waterfall. "Jungle Boogie" plays while Simba swims peacefully. A floating camera captures Timon swimming vigurously.)

Timon:
Hang on, Simba! I'll save ya!

(Simba goes off the waterfall; Pumbaa catches him.)

Timon:
(falls) YYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

("The Lion Sleeps Tonight" Plays Yet Again)

Simba:
Timon? (frowns)

(Back to the log bridge)

Timon:
(extremely tired) You know, I'm gonna get old walking over this thing.

(Simba Pounces Timon in the Air, "Jungle Boogie" plays for a final time.)

Timon:
YYAAAAAAAAAAAYAYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAYAYYYYYYYAAAY!

("The Lion Sleeps Tonight" plays for a final time)

Simba:
Timon?

(Music finally stops. Timon grabs his ears in stress.)

Timon:
(Angry with bloodshot eyes) WHAT HAVE YOU GOT AGAINST THE CONCEPT OF A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP, HUH?!

Simba:
I had a bad dream.

Ma:
Timon! Excuse me. Have you seen my son? Has he been through here? Timon!

Uncle Max:
Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah... digga tunnah, dig, dig—Aaaah! [Ma pokes him, scaring him out of his chant]

Ma:
Uncle Max?

Uncle Max:
[spooked] Aaahh!

Ma:
Uncle Max, relax. Have you seen Timon?

Uncle Max:
[pleased with himself] No, I haven't—and what a day it's been! No fractures, no lacerations, no concussions, contusions or injuries of any sort. As a matter of fact, there's no sign of Tee-mon's handiwork anywhere!

[The ceiling cracks and then comes crashing down around them, light streaming in all around; finally there's nothing left of the tunnel but a ring of dirt held up on a narrow protrusion, with Timon standing under it]

Uncle Max:
[fuming] That would be... TEE-MON!!!

Timon:
[embarrassed] Heh heh heh. Hey, everybody!

Meerkat1:
Ha ha. Nice work, Timon.

Meerkat2:
Way to go, tunnel klutz.

Meerkat3:
Who else could break a hole?!

Fred:
Four in a week—a new record!

Ma:
[quietly despairing] Not again.

Timon:
What? [defiantly] It's called a "skylight"!

[The "skylight" crumbles to nothing]

Ma:
[trying to salvage the situation] Ho ho. Wow! Isn't that creative? A *skylight...!* Oh, ha ha. [seeking discretion as the better part of valor] I'll just have a word with him.

[Ma leads Timon away from the scene of the collapse]

Timon:
I... I was just trying to shed a little light on our pathetic existence.

Ma:
Timon, this can't go on. Just this month, you've pulled down four walls and collapsed two tunnel exits. [She combs Timon's hair] We have to look after each other. Our survival depends on it.

Timon:
What's the point? All we do is dig so we can hide, and hide so we can dig. [Ma finishes combing his hair, which "poofs" up into a bunch of spikes] I wanna be where we don't have to dig tunnels and live with our heads stuck in the sand. [pushes some grass apart and gazes out over the horizon] What's so bad about dreaming of a better home?

Ma:
[joins him at the gap in the grass] I wanna show you something. Look, Timon. Go on, look. [Camera pulls back to a panoramic view of the Pride Lands in all their golden-lit majesty, as the "This Land" theme plays] Look out to the horizon, past the trees, over the grasslands. Everything the light touches... [sharply] belongs to someone else!

[A record needle scratches; the grasses snap back together and block the view]

Timon:
Funny. I thought you were going a whole different direction with this.

Ma:
What can I say? It's nature's design.

Uncle Max:
[appears out of the grass suddenly] She's right! We're food for other animals—a moveable feast. Feared by no one and eaten by all!

Timon:
But when they die, they become the grass. And we eat the grass... right?

Uncle Max:
Not exactly; we can't digest grass. We're grass intolerant.

Ma:
[snatches Timon away] Ok, Max. *Thank* you. You've been a big help. [To Timon] Honey, I—

Uncle Max:
[appearing out of another stand of grass] Meerkat! It's what's for dinner!

Ma:
[increasingly sarcastic; pointing meaningfully off into the distance] *Thank* you, Uncle Max.

Uncle Max:
[groans at the camera] Uhh. [disappears]

[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]

Timon:
Yeeeeoooow! [Pumbaa is pulling quills out of Timon's butt with his teeth] Ay!

Pumbaa:
[talking around a quill] Guess bowling for porcupines [spits out the quill] wasn't the best idea, huh?

Timon:
Yeah. Gotta be right up there with bobbing for snapping turtles. [Pumbaa plucks out another quill] Aah ha ha ha ha hoo!

Pumbaa:
[under his breath] Ohh, that's gonna leave a mark. [He spits out the quill, then looks up at the sound of buzzards squawking] Hey, look Timon. Buzzards! What do you say? One more round?

[Camera slowly trucks in on the scene in the desert where the buzzards are clustering around what we know to be Simba]

Timon:
[sarcastically] Oh, sure. There must be *some* part of me we haven't injured yet.

Pumbaa:
Oh, *please*? [waggling his tail] Oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please?

Timon:
[stretching wearily] Nah, Pumbaa. I'm beat. You go ahead; I'm callin' it a day. [plucks out one last quill] Aiee!

Pumbaa:
[whimpering] But it's no fun alone.

[He starts to sob and whine like a dog. He begins to turn away, but just then Timon runs back and jumps up on his head]

Timon:
Aw, why not? One more run won't change our lives!

[Pumbaa, with Timon riding on top, goes charging into the desert towards the buzzards]

Both:
Yaaaah!

[The movie pauses just as they reach the camera. Timon begins narrating]

Timon:
Who knows why fate led us to little Simba that day? [Scene switches, slide-show style, to Pumbaa lifting Simba on his tusks, Timon looking terrified] Maybe it was just my love of adventure... [Switch to Simba roaring in the jungle, Timon leaping up in terror] Or my innate courage... [Stills show more scenes of Simba terrifying the fur off Timon] ...My valiant and fearless way of... Okay, who's in charge of the freeze-frames!?! [freeze on Timon doing a freakish wild-take pinned up against a tree root]

Pumbaa:
Sorry.

Timon:
Anywho... [resuming narration] Rescuing Simba was a cinch. [Pumbaa gathers up Simba on his tusks and trots off with him back to the jungle] Then came the *reeeally* scary part. ...Parenthood.

[Cut to the sun beating down on the dunes, in the scene where Simba ran home across the desert. "Busa" theme plays. Pumbaa runs in slow motion across the desert sands, frame-for-frame exactly how Simba ran in TLK 1. Suddenly, Timon dashes at normal speed past the slow-motion Pumbaa; Pumbaa skids to a stop in confusion. Timon stops and looks back at him with humility. Pumbaa looks at him questioningly.]

Timon:
Friends stick together to the end.

[Pumbaa gasps joyfully; they rush together and embrace, sobbing. Camera trucks out to show the silhouettes; Timon pauses the movie.]

Timon:
What was with the running? If you can call that "running."

Pumbaa:
I was giving you time to catch up.

Timon:
[choked up] Aw, you big lug.

[Timon reaches out to Pumbaa's shoulder; they embrace, and Timon resumes the movie.]

Pumbaa:
[enthused] Hop on, buddy. We got a fight to catch! [He grabs onto Pumbaa's ears; Pumbaa rears up and paws the air like a mustang.]

Timon:
Let's whip some grass.

[The camera rises from the scene as Pumbaa gallops off (at full speed now) toward the dark and drought-ravaged Pride Lands, as dramatic and heroic music rises.]

Timon:
[narrating] This is the stuff of legends. An epic struggle—the place where heroes are born. Pumbaa... this could be our finest hour.

[Hawaiian drums sound; cut to Timon in drag, doing the "Hawaiian War Dance" distraction routine from TLK 1.]

Timon:
Luau!

If you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat

Eat my buddy Pumbaa here because he i—

[Timon pauses the movie.]

Timon:
[voice-over; embarrassed] Heh heh. Let's just cut to the chase, shall we?

Pumbaa:
Oh, sure.

[Cut to Timon and Pumbaa screaming and fleeing before a pack of hunger-mad hyenas. The movie resumes.]

Timon and Pumbaa:
Aaaaahhh!

[Timon and Pumbaa lead the hyenas over a rise and into a cave, screaming. Silence falls as the hyenas search for them inside the cave, holding for a beat.]

Banzai:
What the—

[A powerful explosion sounds inside the cave, with a cloud of dust billowing out the cave entrance.]

Hyenas:
Aaaaahhh! Get outta the way!

[The hyenas flee the cave in a panic. Timon and Pumbaa emerge triumphantly; Pumbaa snorts like a bull. Timon rides on top of his head, looking like General Patton. "Ride of the Valkyries" by Wagner echoes in the score.]

Timon:
[inhales deeply] I love the smell of Pumbaa in the morning.

[Suddenly the ground begins to crumble under their feet.]

Ma:
[underground] Hey, hey, hey. Move your tush, honey!

[Pumbaa skips out of the way of the newly opened hole; Ma and Uncle Max are standing in it.]

Timon:
[astonished] Ma? Uncle Max?

Ma:
Oh, Timmy!

Uncle Max:
[floored] Timon?

Timon:
What are you doin' here?

Ma:
Looking for you! [Embraces Timon] Aww. Mommy's here.

[Pause for a beat while Uncle Max glowers disapprovingly and fingers the flower in Timon's hair; Timon grins sheepishly. Uncle Max grumbles under his breath.]

Timon:
Well, let me introduce you to my best friend. [making introductions] Pumbaa: Ma, Uncle Max. Uncle Max, Ma: Pumbaa.

Pumbaa:
[gasps at a sight beyond them] Aah! Look there's Simba! And that must be his uncle Scar!

[Viewpoint switches to show the confrontation between Simba and Scar at the tip of the promontory about to take place; Simba is being backed toward the precipice.]

Timon:
Oh, good, they're talking things out. Which is how it should be. You know, I have a feeling everything's gonna be just fine.

[Timon turns away from the scene. Lightning strikes the base of Pride Rock, igniting the brush, just as Simba slips off the tip of the rock, barely holding on. Timon winces.]

Pumbaa:
Ooh!

Timon:
[resigned] On the other hand...

Pumbaa:
[narrating, as the scene from TLK 1 plays out on top of the promontory] The hyenas are up there protecting Scar. What do we do?

Timon:
Well, I've got a plan...

Ma:
[magnanimous] How can we help?

Timon:
[in pep-talk mode] Ma, Uncle Max: You're going to dig a trap. We're going to need—dare I say it?—tunnels... lots and lots of tunnels. And Pumbaa. You and me... we've gotta get those hyenas away from Simba.

Pumbaa:
[wagging his tail, barely suppressing his excitement] Ooh, ooh! And lure them into the trap?

Timon:
Ho ho! Nothing gets past you. Come on, Pumbaa. Let's ride.

[Timon hops up on Pumbaa; they gallop off as heroic music plays.]

Ma:
[reflective] Y'know, Something's different about Timon...

Uncle Max:
You think? [frantic] He's wearin' a dress! ["Dress" echoes several times.]

[Cut to Scar running away from Simba, with the hyenas chasing after, while sparks from the fire fly all around. They all wind their way to an area near the top of Pride Rock, where the hyenas corner Simba, who snarls at them. Timon and Pumbaa look down on them from a ledge above them.]

Timon:
[loudly enough for the hyenas to hear] Hey, Pumbaa! What do you call a hyena with half a brain?

Pumbaa:
Ah ha ha. Uh, beats me, Timon. What?

[Camera switches to Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed, listening for the punchline.]

Timon:
Gifted! [Timon and Pumbaa laugh; Shenzi and Banzai scowl, but Ed bursts out laughing. Banzai smacks him.]

Ed:
Aah ha ha—ohh!

Banzai:
They're talkin' about us!

Shenzi:
[menacing, advancing on them] For your last meal, you're gonna eat those words.

[Pumbaa and Timon are grinning from the ledge above; suddenly they both zip away, leaving dust clouds in their own shapes that linger for a few moments. They scream as they run down the side of Pride Rock, until they reach a tunnel entrance.]

Timon and Pumbaa:
Yaaaaahh!

Timon:
[landing] Uhh!

Pumbaa:
[landing] Ooh!

Timon:
[calling into the hole] Ma! I think we got their attention!

[Camera pans down into the underground, where Uncle Max is busily digging, and Ma is carrying support beams.]

Ma:
Not yet! Keep stalling!

Uncle Max:
[singing obsessively] Digga tunnah, dig, digga tunnah...

[Cut back to Timon and Pumbaa, backed up against a rock wall and illuminated by the red firelight.]

Timon:
[panicked] Okay...

[Khachaturian's "Sabre Dance" plays; Timon begins juggling sticks and dishes, while Pumbaa gestures toward him and grins. The hyenas stop dead, bewildered.]

Banzai:
[nonplussed] You gotta be kidding me.

[The music stops; Timon stands with the dishes balanced on the sticks on his nose and hands, spinning.]

Timon:
[even more panicked] Now, Ma?

Ma:
[from underground] Need more time, honey!

[Offenbach's "Cancan" plays. Timon and Pumbaa link arms and dance, grinning tensely. The music peters out as the hyenas glare at them and look insulted.]

Timon:
[grasping at straws] Uh... freestyle!

[Hip-hop music plays as Timon and Pumbaa start breakdancing. The hyenas laugh and applaud.]

Shenzi:
Ooh, encore, encore!

Banzai:
No, no, no. You mean, "entree, entree."

Shenzi:
No, you right. Let's just eat 'em. [The hyenas advance on them]

Timon:
[at the edge of his wits] Is it ready yet, Ma?!

Ma:
[from underground] Not yet! Keep stalling!

[Timon nervously drums his fingertips together, chatters his teeth, and bites his nails as the hyenas approach with sinister laughter. Timon gets an idea; he waves his arms in a "time-out" signal.]

Timon:
[approaching the hyenas] Waaait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on a second.

Pumbaa:
[confused, then severe] Uh, Timon? What are you doin'?

Timon:
[theatrically, down on one knee, proposal-style] Shenzi Marie Predatora Veldetta Jacquelina Hyena... would you do me the honor of becoming... my bride?

[The hyenas are dumbfounded; Pumbaa gulps, his mouth falling wide open. Shenzi pauses for a beat before responding. Broadway farce-style music begins, the dialogue falling into the music's patter rhythm.]

Shenzi:
I don't think so!

Timon:
[milking it] Shenzi Marie, please. I know what you're thinking: "We're too different." "It'll never work." "What will the children look like?"

[Cut back to Pumbaa, who is still frozen with shock, mouth wide open.]

Shenzi:
[disgusted] Ooh, that violates so many laws of nature.

Timon:
[backing up against the wall] Listen to me! The problems of a couple of wacky kids like us don't amount to hill of termites in this nutty circle-of-life thing. And so I ask you: If not now, when? If not me, who? [miserably; pleading] I'm lonely.

Pumbaa:
[tapping him on the shoulder; sniffling, putting the best face on his shattered emotions] Can I be your best man?

Banzai:
I say we skip the wedding, and go straight to the buffet!

[As the hyenas draw near, Ma pops up from the hole.]

Ma:
Now?

Timon:
[nonchalant] Sure, if you're ready.

Ma:
[noticing the hyenas] Oh! [drops back down into the hole; calls to Uncle Max] Now, Max, now!

[Uncle Max kicks out one of the tunnel supports, which falls and takes out the rest in a series, like dominoes.

Uncle Max:
Hyenas in the hole!

[The ground under the hyenas crumbles and collapses; they back off, yelping, as the crack follows them rapidly.]

Shenzi:
Huh?

Hyenas:
Huh.

Banzai:
Aaaaahh!

[The crack suddenly stops expanding as one of the supports hits an embedded rock and doesn't fall. The hyenas stop retreating, and look back at Timon and Pumbaa angrily. Uncle Max and Ma pop out of the hole.]

Uncle Max:
I need help. It didn't work.

Banzai:
[approaching again] Hey, it works for me!

[Ma and Uncle Max are backed up against the rock wall.]

Ma:
[panicked] What are we gonna do?

[Timon first looks terrified; then he looks at the ground under the hyenas, noticing where the crack ends up. He steels himself, then runs headlong at Shenzi, aiming between her legs. Lightning flashes as Ma yells after him.]

Shenzi:
What?!

Ma:
Timon, no!

[Timon dives into the crack and rushes along it, pursued by the hyenas' growls and snapping teeth. He makes it past, and the hyenas lose interest in him, focusing back on Pumbaa, Ma, and Uncle Max; the meerkats hug each other in terror.]

Shenzi:
Let's get 'em.

[Timon dives for the last tunnel support; it crumbles on impact. The hyenas leap for their victims; Pumbaa, Ma, and Uncle Max gasp and steel themselves as lightning flashes. As Shenzi lands right in front of them, however, the ground gives way, followed by the whole ledge area collapsing into a huge crater, swallowing all the hyenas whole. The hyenas slide through a huge subterranean tunnel complex, screaming, until they disappear into the darkness. Camera switch to the peak of Pride Rock, where Simba is just hurling Scar over the edge; Scar crashes down the cliff face, passing Pumbaa, Ma, and Uncle Max as they watch.]

Pumbaa:
[with finality] I'd say Scar is down and out.

Uncle Max:
[triumphantly] We did it. We did it!

Ma:
[consumed with worry; shaking Uncle Max by the chest hair] Where's Timon? Where's my baby? He's hurt! [she flings Uncle Max away] Oh, no! Oh, no! He's dead! [She grabs Pumbaa by the nose and slams him to the ground, looking downright insane] Or worse! W-we gotta find him. We've gotta find him!

Timon:
[emerging from the hole] It's okay, Ma.

Ma:
[grabs Timon and shakes him] Oh, please. It is not okay! Don't you tell me it's okay! [recognizing him; gasping] Timmy! [embraces him in a bear hug] Mmm-mm! My son... the hero.

[She reaches up as though to comb his hair, but catches herself; she looks at her hands in embarrassment.]

Timon:
[lowering his head so she can reach it] You missed a spot. [She combs it and dusts him off]

Uncle Max:
[overcome; crying] That's so beautiful! [grabs Timon and hugs him tight around the neck]

Timon:
[eyes bugging out] Choking... Not breathing...

Note:
All this is written and belonged from lionking.org's script of The Lion King 1 1/2 and the scene is 7 minutes and 15 seconds.


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