| Meanwhile, back In the Jungle |
| (The camera switches to a view of the jungle. We hear a monstrous belch reverberate across the landscape. The camera switches to Timon, Pumbaa, and Drakken lying on their backs looking at the stars.) Timon: Whoah. Nice one, Drakken. Drakken: Thanks. Man, I'm stuffed. Pumbaa: Me too. I ate like a pig. Drakken: Pumbaa - you are a pig. Pumbaa: Oh. Right. ( All three sigh deeply, in unison. Gentle music fades in.) Pumbaa: Timon? Timon: Yeah? Pumbaa: Ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there? Timon: Pumbaa. I don't wonder; I know. Pumbaa: Oh. What are they? Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that uh... got stuck up on that big... bluish-black... thing. Pumbaa: Oh. Gee. I always thought that they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away. Timon: Pumbaa, wit' you, everything's gas. Pumbaa: Drakken, what do you think? Drakken: Well, I don't know... Pumbaa: Aw come on. Give, give, give .. Well, come on, Drakken, we told you ours... pleeeease? Timon: Come on, come on... give, give.. (Cue "Lea Halalela" theme.) Drakken: (Reluctantly) Well, somebody once told me that the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us. Pumbaa: (Awed, either genuinely or mockingly) Really? Timon: You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? (tries to keep composure, then...) Pbbb. (Timon breaks out laughing. Pumbaa joins in. Drakken does half-heartedly.) Timon: Who told you something like that? What mook made that up? Drakken: Yeah. Pretty dumb, huh? Timon: Aw, you're killing me, Drakken. (The music rises again. Drakken looks back up at the stars. He quietly gets up and leaves.) Timon: Was it something I said? (The music continues. Drakken walks out on a ledge and looks up at the stars. He then collapses to lay on the edge of the ledge. Milkweed floss is stirred into the air by his flop. The camera follows its path. It crosses the desert. Next we see Monkey Fist's hand snatch some it out of the air. He takes a look at it then goes to where a computor is sitting. He puts it on the little slide and beams the sample to Bates.) Monkey Fist: Bates? Can you analyze this sample of milkweed floss I'm sending you? Bates: Yes m'lord. (A few minutes later . . .) Here are the results of the test. Monkey Fist: Drakken? He's- he's alive? He he- he's alive! (He laughs) It is time! |
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