Khumba Page #2

How are you today?

Uh...

Feeling different,

peculiar, left out, having

trouble fitting in?

Am I right?

Well, I...

That's why I'm here.

I'm here to help.

My name is Skalk.

Thanks anyway, Skalk, but you

couldn't possibly know...

You want more stripes,

but you think there's no way

in the world you could

get more stripes.

Am I right? Am I wrong? Am I?

Of course I'm right.

Wrong. I'm going to get my

stripes at the magic waterhole.

Magic waterhole?

Of course, the magic waterhole.

Yep. Just got to figure

out where to head.

Stop, stop, stop.

I've got the answers to all

your problems right here.

Skalk's 100% natural,

herb, miracle formula.

Guaranteed to bring out

the natural stripe in you.

Really? No, no, no, wait. I

know what you're thinking.

How could that be?

But I tell you it works...

on anything.

Even a rock.

Samples of my work right here.

But if you want to trek all the

way across the Karoo and back,

that's all right by me.

Well, maybe if you show me

how it works.

Follow me.

Khumba, I'm so sorry

about your... huh?

Khumba?

So I can have some of your

miracle, natural stuff.

Normally, it's very,

very, very hard to get,

but act now, the miracle

natural stuff is yours

for the shockingly

low price of, say...

a little water

for me and my buddies?

But I don't have any water.

I personally know there's

enough water back at your herd

to give it away.

Saw the wet muzzles

with my own eyes.

Wouldn't hurt for you to ask.

Believe me, it could.

Right now, I'm the last zebra

in the world they want to see.

Skalk? Skalk? Right this way.

You got to earn those stripes.

Good evening, madam.

What a treat running

into such a lovely lady

on such a lovely evening.

With a fine feather duster,

I might add.

Oh, I'm not

a cleaning implement.

I am an artiste.

I can't think when I last saw

a zebra outside the fence.

Did you hear what he

said about my feathers?

Take him down, Mama V.

But I ain't done

nothing wrong yet.

Does your mother know

you're out here all alone?

My mother died.

Oh.

This is awkward.

I was providing

adult supervision.

Skalk's going to help me get my stripes

with his 100% natural formula.

Hmm.

Really, I know

what you're thinking.

How can I... Need help

closing the deal, Skalk?

Let's do it over dinner.

He's not food. He's

worth a lot of water.

Let's eat him.

Come on, guys. He's our

ticket to all that water

the zebras are hogging. Get behind me.

You, too, you little one.

Looks like we got ourselves

a dog fight, Bradley.

He's going to eat you.

Sorry, kid.

I did my best.

Keep your backs covered.

Well, it's too late

for some of us.

Bradley.

I'm getting my stripes.

I just got to swim

in the magic waterhole.

Ha! Magic.

I'm so thirsty, I'd settle

for any old waterhole.

Right, Mama V?

Where is this waterhole?

Where the mantis said, I guess.

The mantis.

He spoke to you?

He drew me a map.

Well, I personally saw

the mantis once.

He was very complimentary

about my feathers.

Maybe not the mantis,

but a mantis.

Okay, yes, a stick insect.

Point is, he liked the feathers.

Go for the hoof.

That's her Achilles' heel.

She's got four of them.

Enough. Mama V

has seen enough.

Get back in there, Mama V.

And keep your left hoof up.

Wait, wait,

I know what you're thinking,

that I messed with the herd.

The stupendous,

the larger than life

Mama V, one,

skanky wild dogs, zero.

Thanks. If it wasn't for you,

I would have been dead meat.

Mama V is always

picking up lost causes.

Hopeless cases, losers.

Ostriches.

Oh!

Now, Khumba...

you're saying you can

get us to a waterhole?

Yeah, and it would be good

to have some company.

How about you just tell us

where it is,

because in my book,

two is company,

three is...

No, wait.

Two-and-a-half

is a crowd.

I thought...

Bradley.

Tweak the beak.

So will there be water

at this water hole?

I believe that's the concept.

And is there such a thing

as a magic waterhole?

The mantis is an ancient creature.

And?

He knows the secrets

of the Karoo.

And?

And he must have chosen this little guy

for a reason.

I guess that's not

a good-bye hug.

You in or out, Bradley?

Where you go, Mama V, I go.

Great. Go clear

our tracks.

Make it like we were never here.

Khumba!

Zuki. Zuki!

Get off me!

Khumba!

Khumba!

Tombi?

He left.

Through here.

I'm going to go find him.

He couldn't have gone that far.

If we just follow his...

Whoa, stop.

We need brave zebras

like you, Tombi.

That's why you need

to stay here.

All right?

Deal?

Deal.

You know, guys...

I don't know.

Sometimes I don't think

you see the bigger picture.

Nice do.

Do it yourself?

Been in the bush lately?

Very funny. Can I

please slurp in peace?

When exactly did you decide that you

were going to hold the zebra ransom?

It was off the cuff.

A little bit of this,

a whole lot of us.

You know, team work.

Yeah, we're the team.

You do the work.

Whatever happened

to the pack mentality?

Hey, guys?

What's wrong, Skalk?

Abandoned by your pack?

Hey Phango. I was just having

a little drink of water.

It's not even water.

Just mud, really.

And it's all yours

for the taking.

Don't eat me please.

Give me one good reason.

Go on.

Give it your best shot.

Now you're a sophisticated,

discerning gourmet type.

You are what you eat, right?

Mm-hmm.

How about some

organic, free-range,

fresh meat?

As in heart still beating fresh?

As in young

and tender zebra fresh.

Actually, he didn't look

like much of a zebra.

He's half striped.

But he sure smelled like one.

Half striped?

Finally.

As it was foretold.

I was just passing by.

I knew there was something

different about him.

Then again, half a zebra is

better than nothing, right?

Better than nothing?

You scavenge so low

on the food chain,

you couldn't possibly

see his power.

I've always been a half-full,

half-empty kind of guy.

So sue me.

Where is he?

He was attacked.

A herd of giant wildebeest.

A pack of crazed ostriches.

Show me.

Woo, dragging across the

Karoo is hard work.

You noticed.

And it doesn't help that you can't

find a drop of water to drink.

Without Phango

panting on our way.

You shouldn't scare him

like that, Bradley.

I'm good.

Did you know he eats his pray

while there's still a heart beat?

He feeds off their fear.

That's how he gets his powers.

His supernatural powers.

Enough, Bradley.

Woo, well, it's been a long day.

Let's stop here.

Oh, the life

of a wandering artiste.

Don't you have a home?

Oh, now you've done it.

The farm was my home,

but life can be cruel

when you're a breed apart,

and no one understands

your fab works of art.

I've been persecuted,

stigmatized.

You might think

I've been demoralized.

Oh, yeah.

But I will survive

Although all my life,

I've been ostracized

Oh, shame.

Poor Bradley.

Patronized, decaberized.

That's not even a real word.

Traumatized.

On several occasions,

I've been hospitalized.

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