The Lion King 1½

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Nants ingonyama

Bagithi baba

Sithi uhhmm ingonyama

Ingonyama

What's on the menu?

It could be ceviche

Stinky-oo,

it's Pumbaa

Ingonyama

I got to tell you, Timon...

that song always

gets me right here.

Yeah, Pumbaa.

Well, enough of that.

Uh, Timon,

what are you doing?

I'm fast forwarding to the part

where we come in.

But you can't go

out of order.

Au contraire,

my porcine pal.

I've got the remote.

But everyone's going

to get confused.

We got to go back

to the beginning of the story.

We're not in the beginning

of the story.

Yes, we were-

the whole time.

Yes, we were-

the whole time.

Yeah, but they don't know that.

Then why don't we

tell them our story?

- Aah!

- Aah!

Hey, I've got an idea.

Why don't we tell them

our story?

Oh, I like

the sound of that.

A little backstage tour.

Take them behind the scenes for

a revealing and intimate look...

at the story

within the story.

Because what they don't know

is how we really were there...

even though they didn't know

we were there, you know?

Couldn't have said it

better myself.

So, does this mean we're going

back to the beginning?

Oh, no, Pumbaa, no.

We're going way back...

to before the beginning.

Pride Rock.

So majestic.

So powerful.

So bizarrely named.

Pumbaa, how can a rock be proud?

It's a rock.

I think it's because a pride is

what they call a group of lions.

Oh, sure,

the lions get Pride Rock.

And what about us meerkats?

Where I come from, we didn't

have nothing to be proud of.

Why... ahem.

When I was

a young meerkat

When he was

a young meerkat

Very nice.

Thanks.

But maybe it would be safer...

if I just show them

where I came from.

Oh, boy! Do we get

to see where you grew up?

Yeah, Pumbaa,

but it ain't pretty.

Please remain seated while

the camera is in motion.

Here we are.

From Pride Rock

to the pit of shame.

We're so low on the food chain,

we're underground.

But you don't have

to take my word for it.

I'll just let my fellow

meerkats do the talking.

What was that,

what was what?

What was that,

what was that?

Where, what, where, where,

What was that?

Shh!

Quick,

before the hyena come

Clear.

Dig a tunnel,

dig, dig a tunnel

When you're done,

you dig a bigger tunnel

Dig a tunnel,

dig, dig a tunnel

Quick,

before the hyena come

Dig, dig a tunnel,

dig, dig a tunnel

You could dig

and never get done

Dig a tunnel,

dig, dig a tunnel

What was that?

Quick before

the hyena come, dig

Dig a tunnel

is what we do

Life's a tunnel,

we'll dig it, too

Dig a tunnel

is what we sing

Dig a tunnel

is everything

Mud and clay

is a meerkat's friend

Always more

around every bend

And when you get

to your tunnel's end

Hallelujah,

let's dig again, dig

Dig a tunnel,

dig, dig a tunnel

When it's done,

you dig a bigger tunnel

Dig a tunnel,

dig, dig a tunnel

What was that?

Quick,

before the hyena come

Dig

Timon! Excuse me.

Have you seen my son?

Has he been through here?

Timon!

Dig, dig a tunnel

- Uncle Max?

- Aah!

Uncle Max, relax.

Have you seen Timon?

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 Timon's

handiwork anywhere.

That would be...

Timon!

Heh heh heh.

Hey, everybody.

Ha ha. Nice work, Timon.

- Way to go, tunnel klutz.

- Who else could break a hole?

Four in one week-

a new record.

Not again.

What? It's called a skylight.

Ho ho.

Wow. Isn't that creative?

A skylight. Oh.

Ha ha.

I'll just have a word with him.

I- I was just trying

to shed a little light...

on our pathetic existence.

Timon, this can't go on.

Just this month,

you've pulled down four walls...

and collapsed

two tunnel exits.

We have to look after

each other.

Our survival depends on it.

What's the point?

All we do is dig...

so we can hide,

and hide so we can dig.

I want to be where

we don't have to dig tunnels...

and live with our heads

stuck in the sand.

What's so bad about dreaming

of a better home?

I want to show you something.

Look, Timon.

Go on, look.

Look out to the horizon-

past the trees...

over the grasslands.

Everything

the light touches...

belongs to someone else.

Funny.

I thought you were going...

a whole different

direction with this.

What can I say?

It's nature's design.

She's right.

We're food for other animals-

a moveable feast...

feared by no one

and eaten by all.

But when they die,

they become the grass...

and we eat the grass, right?

Not exactly.

We can't digest grass.

We're grass intolerant.

OK, Max. Thank you.

You've been a big help.

Meerkat-

it's what's for dinner.

Thank you, Uncle Max.

Uhh.

I think uncle Max dislodged one

too many rocks with his skull.

But he's right, Timon.

Oh, I just know there's a way

for you to fit in here.

All right,

who's on sentry duty?

That's it.

That's it-

my son on sentry duty.

Timon the sentry.

Timon the sentry?

Why don't you save the hyenas

the trouble and kill me now?

Just kill me now.

He has a point.

All you have to do is watch for

hyenas and yell if you see one.

Look at Iron Joe.

Don't close your eyes!

Don't look away!

Somebody's got to guard us!

Somebody's gotta protect us!

Well, now I'm convinced.

Listen, it's outside...

up in the breeze,

under the wide open sky.

Isn't that what you want?

Or maybe you would

rather have him...

go back on the digging crew.

No!

Good, then we all agree.

Timon, listen to Uncle Max.

He'll teach you

everything you need to know.

And, honey,

try to make this one work.

Scurry, sniff, flinch!

Scurry, sniff, flinch!

Good. Now...

what do we do

if we see a hyena?

Scream, "Mommy"?

That's right, mister...

because the world out there

is fraught with danger.

Fraught, I tell you!

Oh, boy. It's the fraught fest.

...rip us limb from limb.

Bravo, Uncle Max.

Way to sell it

to the cheap seats.

Applaud now, sonny boy...

but try clapping when

you don't have any hands.

Scurry, sniff, flinch.

Scurry, sniff, flinch.

Huh.

I like the sound of that.

Scurry, sniff, flinch.

Scurry, sniff, flinch.

Scurry, sniff, flinch.

There's more to life

than panic

And bein' some other guy's

snack, yuck

I may be delicious

organic

But this little entree's

fighting back

I'm gonna put

digging tunnels behind me

And live

at a new altitude

I'm gonna reach

for the stars to remind me

That meerkats

are not merely food

For once I'll be

Lookin' out for me

Yeah, I'll tell you

what I want

This cat is movin' on

He's a bon vivant

who's missin' out on bon

I'd be a bigger cheese

far from the desert scene

A little cooling breeze,

a little patch of green

And I'll be snoozing

in my hammock

By a rippling stream

Many miles from any tunnel

and the digging team

Looking after number one

will be my only creed

That's all I need

That's all I need

I've always been good

at running away

Well, now

I'm gonna run to show

I've always been seen

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