| Here's part two of part three |
| (Spoken section over background) Drakken: Hakuna matata? Pumbaa: Yeah, it's our motto. Drakken: What's a motto? Timon: Nothing! What's a motto with you? Ahh ha ha ha- Pumbaa: (Laughing) You know, kid, these two words will solve all your problems. Timon: That's right! Take Pumbaa for example. (Back into song) Timon: Why, when he was a young warthog- Pumbaa: (Italian counter-tenor range) When I was a young wart hoooog! Timon: (Speaking, cleaning ear) Very nice. Pumbaa: Thanks! Timon: (Singing) He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal He could clear the savannah after every meal Pumbaa: I'm a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind And oh, the shame Timon: He was ashamed! Pumbaa: Thoughta changin' my name Timon: Oh, what's in a name? Pumbaa: And I got downhearted Timon: How did you feel? Pumbaa: Ev'rytime that I- Timon: (Speaking) Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids! Pumbaa: (Speaking) Oh- sorry. (String pizzicato. Drakken looks into the camera, surprised.) (Drakken watches with growing interest as Timon hoists Pumbaa into a vine loop above his head, where he begins swinging.) Pumbaa and Timon: Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze Drakken: (After becoming more and more enthusiastic, he finally joins in singing, a spotlight falling on him.) It means no worries For the rest of your days Timon: (Not singing, doing a vaudeville knee-slide up to Drakken) Yeah, sing it, kid! Drakken and Timon: It's our problem-free ---. Pumbaa: ( Landing next to them, with a flatulent sound) ------- philosophy- All three: Hakuna Matata!(Timon pulls back a fern leaf, revealing a beautiful view of a rift-jungle. Waterfalls and rugged terrain make a beautiful view. Harp runs accentuate the scene.) Timon: Welcome- to our humble home. Drakken: You live here? Timon: We live wherever we want. Pumbaa: Yep. Home is where your rump rests. Heh! Drakken: It's beautiful. Kovu: Amazing. Pumbaa: (Loud raunchy belch) I'm starved. Drakken: I'm so hungry I could eat a whole zebra. (Timon is rather disturbed by Drakken's want for food-- a little bit taken aback and a little bit I-knew-this-would-happen.) Timon: Eeeahhah. We're fresh out of zebra. Drakken: Any antelope? Timon: Na ah. Drakken: (A bit desperate) 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. (Timon has stopped in front of a log. Pumbaa forces it up with his snout, revealing many insects. Timon picks one up.) Drakken: Eeew. What's that? Timon: A grub. What's it look like? Drakken: Eeew. Gross. Timon: (Eating, mouth full) Mmmm. Tastes like chicken. (Pumbaa slurps up a large worm from the ground. Both Timon and Pumbaa are feasting on bugs by now.) Pumbaa: (Slurping) Slimy, yet satisfying. Timon: (Grabbing a bug) These are rare delicacies. Mmmm. (Crunches) 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. ( Pokes his hand into a knothole-- many bugs scramble out) Oooh! The little cream-filled kind. (munch) And best of all, no worries. (Timon has been collecting bugs on a leaf. He offers it to Drakken. Drakken picks out a grub.) Timon: Well, kid? Drakken: Oh well-- Hakuna Matata. (He eats) (Sick music) Drakken: (Looking more cheerful) Slimy, yet satisfying. Timon: That's it! Now ya gotta learn rythym. We happen to know that ya gotta have a certain rythym if you wanna really live life. Now watch and learn . . . (The bugs fly off the leaf in a colorful flutter.) |
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