The Past learns the Future

Chapter 6

Chapter Six


Big shout out to my Beta GraceoftheFlower!

{Buzzards are circling the cub's body. One descends, then all. They circle around it. With a blast of music, Timon riding Pumbaa appears and dives into the midst of the buzzards. They slap and kick the buzzards all away.}

"Thank goodness for those two," Uru sighed in relief.

Timon: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaahh! Get out! Get out! Get outta here! Whoo!

Pumbaa: I love it! Bowling for buzzards!

Timon: {Laughing, dusting himself off} Gets 'em every time.

Pumbaa: {Looking at Simba} Uh-oh. Hey Timon. You better come look. I think it's still alive.

"Did he just call my son an 'it'?" Sarabi growled.

Timon: Ewww...

{Timon walks to the front of Simba, who is lying with his paw over his face.}

Timon: All righty, what have we got here? {he smells Simba}

{He tries to lift Simba's paw. He can't. He gets under it and with a great push gets it above his head. He sees Simba's face.}

Timon: Jeez, it's a lion! {Jumping up on Pumbaa} Run, Pumbaa! Move it!

"Don't leave him!" Sarafina scolded.

Pumbaa: Hey, Timon. It's just a little lion. Look at him. He's so cute, and all alone! Can we keep him?

"He's not a pet," Mufassa growled.

Timon: {Yelling into Pumbaa's ear, which creates a reverberating effect} Pumbaa, are you nuts? We're talking about a lion. Lions eat guys like us.

Pumbaa: But he's so little.

{He leans over to regard Simba, and accidentally dumps Timon from his head.}

"He is a cub after all," Mufassa rolled his eyes.

Timon: He's gonna get bigger.

"That is true," Sarafina nodded.

"Unless he's like Taka," Mufassa teased his brother. He hoped that by treating him like he usually did, that would prevent his brother's transformation into Scar.

Pumbaa: {Seen from Timon's point of view on the ground, with a huge nose) Maybe he'll be on our side.

Timon: A-huh! That's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Maybe he'll b- ...Hey, I got it! What if he's on our side?

"Didn't Pumbaa just say that?" Taka asked softly. Uru smiled at her son.

You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea.

Pumbaa: So we keeping 'im?

Timon: Of course. Who's the brains in this outfit?

{Pumbaa scoops Simba up on his tusks}

Pumbaa: Uhhh...

Timon: My point exactly. Jeez, I'm fried. Let's get out of here and find some shade.

{Pumbaa trots off with Timon on his back and carrying Simba.}

{Camera switch to Pumbaa, Timon, and Simba near a pool of water and oasis. Simba has been laid near the water. Timon splashes some water in Simba's face. Simba stirs.}

Timon: You okay, kid?

Simba: I guess so.

Pumbaa: You nearly died.

Sarabi gasped in fear and Taka looked down in shame. He couldn't believe that he would try to kill his nephew.

Timon: I saved you.

Pumbaa: {Snorts at Timon}

Timon: Well, uh, Pumbaa helped. A little.

Simba: {Dully} Thanks for your help.

"Young lion!" Sarabi scolded. "You should be thankful they saved your life!"

{Simba heads off quietly back out towards the desert.}

Timon: Hey, where you going?

Simba: Nowhere.

Timon: {Watching Simba, talking to Pumbaa} Gee. He looks blue.

Pumbaa: I'd say brownish-gold.

Mufassa and Taka snorted and even Ahadi couldn't help the twitching of his lips.

Timon: No, no, no, no. I mean he's depressed.

Pumbaa: Oh.

{Pumbaa trots up to Simba}

Pumbaa: Hey kid, what's eatin' ya?

"Nothing," Mufassa said with pride.

Timon: Nothing; he's at the top of the food chain! Ahhhhhhha ha haaa! The food cha-haain! {Pumbaa and Simba stare at him silently} Ha ha hum... ahem. {Realizing his joke flopped}

"No sense of humor," Mufassa huffed.

So, where you from...?

"Pride Rock!" Sarafina grinned.

Simba: Who cares? I can't go back.

Timon: Ahh. You're an outcast! That's great, so are we.

Pumbaa: What'cha do, kid?

Simba: Something terrible. But I don't wanna talk about it.

"You did not do something terrible!" Sarabi growled. Taka began to curl into a small ball in case his father decided to swipe at him again.

Timon: Good. We don't wanna hear about it.

Pumbaa: {To Timon} Come on, Timon. {To Simba} Anything we can do?

Simba: Not unless you can change the past.

"Learn from it Simba," Ahadi said. "Don't run from it."

Pumbaa: You know, kid, in times like this my buddy Timon here says, "You got to put your behind in your past..."

"That doesn't sound right," Sarabi giggled.

Timon: {Waving arms} No. No. No.

Pumbaa: I mean...

Timon: Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. {to Simba} It's "You got to put your past behind you." Look, kid. Bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it, right?

Simba: Right.

Timon: {Pokes Simba's nose} Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.

Simba: Well, that's not what I was taught.

"Good," Ahadi smiled at his elder son.

Timon: Then maybe you need a new lesson. Repeat after me. {Clears throat} Hakuna Matata.

"What?" Taka asked.

"Hakuna Matata," Mufassa shot back.

Simba: {Still lethargic} What?

"Thank you!" Taka nodded. "Not everyone is a genius Mufassa!"

Pumbaa: Ha-ku-na Ma-ta-ta. It means "No worries."

{Full Song, no fade in except in marimba chords}

Timon: Hakuna Matata!

What a wonderful phrase

Pumbaa: Hakuna Matata!

Ain't no passing craze

Timon: It means no worries

For the rest of your days

{Timon pulls Simba over to a green bush and leans him back on it.}

Both: It's our problem-free


Timon: { Filing down one of Simba's claws}

Hakuna Matata!

{Spoken section over background}

Simba: Hakuna matata?

Pumbaa: Yeah, it's our motto.

Simba: What's a motto?

Timon: Nothing! What's a motto with you? Ahh ha ha ha...

"Nice!" Sarafina grinned.

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!

"Don't sing!" the cubs all begged, their ears covered by their paws.

Timon: {Speaking, cleaning ear} Very nice.

Pumbaa: Thanks!

"He doesn't get sarcasm does he?" Sarafina asked.

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

[Oh, what's in a name?]

And I got downhearted

[How did you feel?]

Ev'rytime that I...

Timon: {Speaking} Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids!

Pumbaa: {Speaking} Oh... sorry.

"What was he about to say?" Taka asked.

"I'll tell you when you're older," Ahadi promised, getting a look from Uru.

{String pizzicato. Simba looks into the camera, surprised.}

{Simba 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

Simba: {After becoming more and more enthusiastic, he finally joins in singing, a spotlight falling on him.) It means no worries

"Good voice," Ahadi said impressed.

For the rest of your days

Timon: {Not singing, doing a vaudeville knee-slide up to Simba} Yeah, sing it, kid!

Simba 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.}

"Whoa!" Mufassa exclaimed.

"That's beautiful!" Sarabi sighed. The Pridelands were amazing but one did get bored after a while.

Timon: Welcome... to our humble home.

Simba: You live here?

Timon: We live wherever we want.

Pumbaa: Yep. Home is where your rump rests. Heh!

Simba: It's beautiful.

Pumbaa: {Loud raunchy belch} I'm starved.

Simba: I'm so hungry I could eat a whole zebra.

"Ah! A lion after my own heart," Mufassa grinned.

{Timon is rather disturbed by Simba's want for meat- a little bit taken aback and a little bit I-knew-this-would-happen.}

Timon: Eeeahhah. We're fresh out of zebra.

Simba: Any antelope?

Timon: Na ah.

Simba: {A bit desperate} Hippo?

"Not that good," Taka shook his head. "Too gamey."

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.}

Simba: Eeew. What's that?

Timon: A grub. What's it look like?

Simba: Eeew. Gross.

Timon: {Eating, mouth full} Mmmm. Tastes like chicken.

"What's a chicken?" Taka asked Uru.

{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 Simba. Simba picks out a grub.}

Timon: Well, kid?

Simba: Oh well- Hakuna Matata. {He eats}

{Sick music}

Simba: {Looking more cheerful} Slimy, yet satisfying.

"Ugh!" Sarafina wrinkled her nose. "I'd kiss Taka before I ate a bug!"


"Oh. Sorry Taka!"

Timon: That's it!

{The bugs fly off the leaf in a colorful flutter.}

{ The scene switches to all three crossing a log, walking and tossing their heads to the music. With a steady build in the music, a change occurs. We see the image of young Simba become an adolescent Simba, with a partial mane. And then again, Simba becomes a full grown adult. While the chanting of the title is happening, the camera is panning at the low level (6" off ground) where all the interaction between Pumbaa, Timon, and Simba as a cub had been occurring. First we see Timon, and then Pumbaa. The camera continues panning at a low angle to where the cub Simba would fit. Instead we see the adult Simba's paw come down. An immediate back up for a full view of a big Simba.}

"How long is that log?" Mufassa asked.

Pumbaa and Timon: {Chanting to music} Hakuna matata, hakuna matata, hakuna matata.

Simba: {Adult voice now.} It means no worries

For the rest of your days.

"Whoa!" Sarabi and Sarafina's eyes got big as saucers at the sight of adult Simba. Mufassa growled at Sarabi, jealous. Taka did the same with Sarafina.

"Girls," Uru said. "That is your future son and son-in-law."

It took a moment…


"Much better," Uru nodded.

All three: It's our problem-free


Simba: Hakuna Matata

{All three dive off of the log into a pond. First, Timon jumps in doing a cannonball, and makes a small splash. Then Pumbaa, doing a swan dive, makes a small splash too. Finally Simba swings out on a vine (gripped in his teeth). Before he can dive, the vine breaks under his weight. The resulting splash is big enough to wash Pumbaa and Timon ashore.}

"How does a warthog have a smaller splash than a merekat?" Sarabi asked, perplexed.

{Simba joins Timon and Pumbaa on shore. The song breaks into gentle jazz voice improvisations on the words "Hakuna Matata." We see a rear view of Timon, Pumbaa, and Simba boogeying off into the forest to the beat of "Hakuna Matata."}

{The camera switches to a far view of Pride Rock. Almost all of the coloring is in gray. Most of the plants and trees appear to be dead. We can hear Zazu's first line and then the scene switches to a view of Zazu and Scar. Zazu is in a cage made of some animal's ribcage, singing. Scar is laying out on a rock picking his teeth with a bone.}

"Poor Zazu," Uru frowned.

Zazu: Nobody knows

The trouble I've seen

Nobody knows

My sorrow...

Scar: Oh Zazu, do lighten up. {He tosses the bone at Zazu and it clatters against the cage} Sing something with a little... bounce in it.

Zazu: {Thinks a moment} It's a small world after all...

"NO!" Taka and Mufassa shouted. Zazu's mother liked to sing that so many times when they were due for a punishment.

Scar: {Interrupting, almost shouting} No! No. Anything but that!

Zazu: {Thinks, then holds up a feather as a tune comes to him.} I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts diddely-dee-dee) There they are a-standing in a row...

{Scar is enjoying this and starts to join in}

Zazu and Scar: Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head...

Zazu: {While Scar continues} Oh... I would never have had to do this for Mufasa.

"You never know…." Mufassa said with a smirk. "The song is catchy after all."

Scar: {Quick and angry} What? What did you say?

Zazu: Oh, nothing!

Scar: You know the law: Never, ever mention THAT name in my presence. I... am... the KING!

"Whoa! Someone's upset," Sarafina teased her best friend.

{Scar shoves his muzzle between the ribs of Zazu's cage on the last line. His breath blows Zazu up against the wall.}

Zazu: Yes, sire. You ARE the king. I... I... Well, I only mentioned it to illustrate the differences in your royal managerial approaches. {Nervous laugh}

"Zazu scares easily," Mufassa tried to reassure his brother.

Banzai: {Offstage} Hey Boss!

Scar: Oh, what is it this time?

Banzai: We got a bone to pick with you.

Shenzi: {To Banzai} I'll handle this. {To Scar} Scar, there's no food, no water...

Banzai: Yeah, it's dinner time, and we ain't got no stinkin' entrees.

Scar: {Exasperated} It's the lionesses' job to do the hunting... {makes helpless gesture}

"Wow, that's true!" Sarabi nodded. Damn, now I can't yell at him!

Banzai: Yeah, but they won't go hunt.

Scar: Oh... eat Zazu.

Zazu: Oh, you wouldn't want me! I'd be so tough and gamey and... eeww...

Scar: Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous. All you need is a little garnish.

"Ugh!" Taka wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Banzai: {To Shenzi} I thought things were bad under Mufasa.

Scar: {Quick and angry again} What did you say?

Banzai: I said Muf...

{Shenzi is smiling at Scar and thwaps Banzai to remind him.}

"Smooth," Sarafina smirked.

Banzai: I said, uh... "Qué pasa?"

Scar: Good. Now get out.

{The hyenas start out but then pause}

Banzai: Mm... yeah, but - we're still hungry.

"Who cares?" Mufassa asked.

Scar: Out!

"Good," Uru growled. She didn't like hyenas being anywhere near the den.

{They run off; Ed lets loose a crazy laugh}

{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 Simba lying on their backs looking at the stars.}

"That sounds like fun," Taka said. Mufassa and their father would do that constantly.

"Father?" Mufassa whispered to Ahadi, looking at his father for the first time since they got back to the cave. "Can we take Taka with us the next time we look at the stars?"

"I think that's a great idea," Ahadi nodded. He was relieved that at least one of his cubs didn't hate him. Now how was he to rebuild his relationship with Taka?

Timon: Whoah. Nice one, Simba.

Simba: Thanks. Man, I'm stuffed.

Pumbaa: Me too. I ate like a pig.

Simba: 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.

"That idea sounds better than the fireflies," Sarabi said with a nod of her head.

Timon: Pumbaa, wit' you, everything's gas.

Pumbaa: Simba, what do you think?

Simba: Well, I don't know...

"Tell them about the Kings!" Sarafina suggested.

Pumbaa: Aw come on. Give, give, give .. Well, come on, Simba, we told you ours... pleeeease?

Timon: Come on, come on... give, give..

{Cue "Lea Halalela" theme.}

Simba: {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. Simba does half-heartedly.}

Timon: Who told you something like that? What mook made that up?

"Hey!" Mufassa growled at the screen.

Simba: Yeah. Pretty dumb, huh?

Timon: Aw, you're killing me, Simba.

{The music rises again. Simba looks back up at the stars. He quietly gets up and leaves.}

"Poor Simba," Uru said softly. Taka looked down in shame once more.

Timon: Was it something I said?

"No freakin' duh!" Sarafina rolled her eyes.

{The music continues. Simba 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 Rafiki's hand snatch some it out of the air. He sniffs it, grunts, and bounds down into his tree. He pours the milkweed into a turtle shell, sifts it around, and then eats from the same kind of fruit he anointed Simba with. Examining the milkweed floss again, realization dawns on his face.}

Rafiki: Simba?

"How the hell did he get that from that dust?" Taka asked.

He's- he's alive? He he- he's alive! {He laughs}

"I didn't know he could get that happy!" Mufassa blinked in shock.

{Rafiki grabs his staff. Laughing in delight, he picks up some paint and puts a mane on the smeared lion image on the wall.}

Rafiki: It is time!

"Time for what?" Sarabi asked.

"We'll never know unless we watch some more," Mufassa said with a smile.

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