The Past learns the Future

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight


Simba: Isn't this a great place?

"Yeah," Taka nodded.

Nala: It is beautiful. But I don't understand something. You've been alive all this time. Why didn't you come back to Pride Rock?

"Because someone got it into his head that he shouldn't," Sarabi growled and Taka flinched.

"Lay off him Sarabi," Mufassa said firmly.

Simba: {Climbing into a "hammock" of hanging vines} Well, I just needed to... get out on my own. Live my own life. And I did. And it's great. {He sounds almost as if trying to convince himself as well as Nala.}

"Is he trying to convince himself or Nala?" Sarafina asked.

Nala: {Voice catching, as though barely under control} We've really needed you at home.

Simba: {Quieter} No one needs me.

"Don't say that!" Uru scolded. "I'm sure your mother needs you right now."

Nala: Yes, we do! You're the king.

Simba: Nala, we've been through this. I'm not the king. Scar is.

Nala: Simba, he let the hyenas take over the Pride Lands.

Simba: What?

Nala: Everything's destroyed. There's no food. No water. Simba, if you don't do something soon, everyone will starve.

"It's due to the over hunting," Ahadi said sadly. "It's breaking the Circle of Life."

Simba: I can't go back.

Nala: {Louder} Why?

Simba: You wouldn't understand.

Nala: What wouldn't I understand?

Simba: {Hastily} No, no, no. It doesn't matter. Hakuna Matata.

"Hiding something Simba?" Sarabi raised an eyebrow. "You know, talking about it wouldn't hurt."

Nala: {Confused} What?

Simba: Hakuna Matata. It's something I learned out here. Look, sometimes bad things happen...

Nala: Simba!

Simba: (Continuing, irritated) ...And there's nothing you can do about it. So why worry?

"Because it's your responsibility?" Sarafina threw out there.

{Simba starts away from Nala, walking on a fallen tree. Nala trots back up to him.}

Nala: Because it's your responsibility!

"Like mother, like daughter," Mufassa chuckled.

Simba: Well, what about you? YOU left.

"Touché," Sarabi nodded.

Nala: I left to find help! And I found YOU. Don't you understand? You're our only hope.

Simba: Sorry.

Nala: What's happened to you? You're not the Simba I remember.

"Oh yes. He just saw his father die trying to save him, his whack job of an uncle convinced him that it was his fault and hyenas tried to kill him," Taka said, self-loathing full in his voice. "Of course he wouldn't be the Simba she remembered."

Simba: You're right. I'm not. Now are you satisfied?

Nala: No, just disappointed.

Simba: You know, you're starting to sound like my father. {Walking away again}

"That's a bad thing?" Mufassa asked.

Nala: Good. At least one of us does.

"Low blow," Ahadi winced.

{Simba is obviously cut by the comment about his father; he tears into Nala with his words.}

Simba: {Angry} Listen, you think you can just show up and tell me how to live my life? You don't even know what I've been through!

"Just tell her," Sarabi said softly.

Nala: I would if you would just tell me!

Simba: Forget it!

Nala: Fine!

"Wow, that's somewhat of an epic fight," Mufassa said.

{Simba walks off. Camera switch to Simba pacing in a field.}

Simba: She's wrong. I can't go back. What would it prove, anyway? It won't change anything. You can't change the past. {He looks up at the stars.} You said you'd always be there for me! But you're not. And it's because of me. It's my fault. It's my fault.

"It's not your fault!" Sarabi and Mufassa shouted at the screen.

{He bows his head, choking back tears. The camera backs to a far view and then zooms over to Rafiki in a nearby tree. We hear his chant.}

"YAY!" Sarafina cheered. She liked scenes with Rafiki, especially when it meant that Simba might go back.

Rafiki's Chant:

Asante sana!

Squash banana!

We we nugu!

Mi mi apana!

{Simba seems slightly annoyed by the chant. He moves away. Rafiki, elated by the sight of Simba, follows him. Simba lies down on a log over a pond. A rock disturbs the water; Rafiki, now in a nearby tree, starts his chant again.}

Simba: Come on, will you cut it out? {Rafiki, laughing, is doing random acrobatics in the trees nearby.}

"Can't help but love that baboon," Mufassa grinned.

Rafiki: Can't cut it out. It'll grow right back! {laughs}

{Simba starts walking away. Rafiki follows.}

Simba: Creepy little monkey. Will you stop following me? Who are you?

Rafiki: {In front of Simba, then right in his face.} The question is: Whooo... are you?

"Good question," Sarabi smirked.

Simba: {Startled, then sighing} I thought I knew. Now I'm not so sure.

Rafiki: Well, I know who you are. Shh. Come here. It's a secret.

Asante sana!

Squash banana!

We we nugu!

Mi mi apana!

Simba: Enough already. what's that supposed to mean, anyway?

Rafiki: It means you are a baboon - and I'm not. {laughs}

"But isn't he the baboon?" Taka asked, confused.

Simba: {Moving away} I think... you're a little confused.

Rafiki: {Magically in front of Simba again} Wrong. I'm not the one who's confused; you don't even know who you are.

Simba: {Irritated, sarcastic} Oh, and I suppose you know?

Rafiki: Sure do; you're Mufasa's boy. ... Bye!

"He needs to work on his timing," Ahadi chuckled.

{Simba is surprised by this revelation. Rafiki disappears off stage right.}

{Cue music: "Lala" theme.}

Simba: Hey, wait!

{Simba chases after him. When we catch up. Rafiki is in a meditative lotus position on a rock.}

Simba: You knew my father?

Rafiki: {Monotone} Correction- I know your father.

"But I died," Mufassa frowned. "Can he talk to the dead?"

"Only he knows," Ahadi said.

Simba: I hate to tell you this, but... he died. A long time ago.

{Rafiki leaps off the rock over to a dense jungle-like area.}

Rafiki: Nope. Wrong again!

"I'm alive?"

"He's alive?"

Both brothers asked, ecstatic. Uru smiled to see such a look of happiness on Taka's face.

Ha ha hah! He's alive! And I'll show him to you. You follow old Rafiki, he knows the way. Come on!

{Rafiki leads Simba through the brush. Simba has trouble keeping up due to his size. The music slips into African chant.}

Rafiki: Don't dawdle. Hurry up!

Simba: Hey, whoa. Wait, wait.

Rafiki: Come on, come on.

Simba: Would you slow down?

"No," Sarabi chuckled.

{Rafiki is seen flitting through the canopy ahead of Simba, laughing hollowly and whooping. Simba struggles to keep up. Suddenly, Rafiki appears with his hand held up right into Simba's face.}

"Whoa!" all the cubs gasped.

Rafiki: STOP!

{Rafiki motions to Simba near some reeds.}

{He parts the reeds and points past them with his staff.}

Rafiki: Look down there.

{Simba quietly and carefully works his way out. He looks over the edge and sees his reflection in a pool of water He first seems a bit startled, perhaps at his own mature appearance, but then realizes what he's looking at.}

"That's just his reflection," Taka said softly, disappointment evident in his voice.

Simba: {Disappointed sigh} That's not my father. That's just my reflection.

Rafiki: Noo. Look harder.

{Rafiki motions over the pool. Ripples form, distorting Simba's reflection; they resolve into Mufasa's face. A deep rumbling noise is heard.}

Rafiki: You see, he lives in you.

"Oh!" all the cubs gasped in realization.

"You have no clue what he's talking about do you?" Uru asked.

"Not a clue," Mufassa said in pride.

{Simba is awestruck. The wind picks up. In the air the huge image of Mufasa is forming from the clouds. He appears to be walking from the stars. The image is ghostly at first, but steadily gains color and coherence.}

Mufasa: {Quietly at first} Simba . . .

"Whoa," Mufassa gasped. Taka looked at the ghost form of his brother in shock.

Simba: Father?

Mufasa: Simba, you have forgotten me.

"No, he hasn't," Sarabi shook her head.

Simba: No. How could I?

Mufasa: You have forgotten who you are, and so have forgotten me. Look inside yourself, Simba. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the Circle of Life.

Simba: How can I go back? I'm not who I used to be.

Mufasa: Remember who you are. You are my son, and the one true king.

{Close up of Simba's face, bathed in the golden light, showing a mixture of awe, fear, and sadness. The image of Mufasa starts to fade.}

"No!" Taka gasped. He didn't want his brother to leave again. But it was his fault that his brother couldn't tell his nephew this in person.

Mufasa: Remember who you are.

{Mufasa is disappearing rapidly into clouds. Simba runs into the fields trying to keep up with the image.}

Simba: No. Please! Don't leave me.

Mufasa: Remember...

Simba: Father!

Mufasa: Remember...

Simba: Don't leave me.

"He's like a cub," Sarafina said softly.

Mufasa: Remember . . .

{Simba is left out in the fields. There is just a cloud left where his father's image was. The wind tosses the grass restlessly. Rafiki approaches.}

Rafiki: What was THAT? {laughs} The weather- Pbbbah! Very peculiar. Don't you think?

Simba: Yeah. Looks like the winds are changing.

"This is good," Uru smiled. "It means things are about to change for the better."

Rafiki: Ahhh. Change is good.

Simba: Yeah, but it's not easy. I know what I have to do. But, going back means I'll have to face my past. I've been running from it for so long.

"Facing your past is easier than facing your future," Taka said softly.

{Rafiki whacks Simba on the head with his staff.}

Simba: Oww! Jeez- What was that for?

Rafiki: It doesn't matter; it's in the past! {laughs}

"Nice," Sarafina smirked.

Simba: {Rubbing head} Yeah, but it still hurts.

Rafiki: Oh yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or... learn from it.

{He swings at Simba with his staff again. This time Simba ducks.}

"Good," Sarabi smiled.

Rafiki: Hah, you see! So what are you going to do?

Simba: First, I'm gonna take your stick.

{Simba tosses Rafiki's staff to the side.}

Rafiki: No, no, no, no! Not the stick!

Everyone chuckled.

{As Rafiki picks up his staff, Simba starts running off.}

Rafiki: Hey, where are you going?

Simba: {Shouting back} I'm going back!

"YAY!" Mufassa and Sarabi cheered.

Rafiki: Good! Go on! Get out of here! {laughs, hoots, n' hollers. As he holds his staff above his head, a few shooting stars zing across the sky. Music rises into celebratory "Busa" theme:}

BS: Busa le lizwe

Busa le lizwe

Busa le lizwe

Busa lomhlaba

Sabusa le lizwe

Sabusa le lizwe

Sabusa le lizwe

Busa lomhlaba

{Camera switch to Timon and Pumbaa sleeping. Timon is curled up on Pumbaa; Pumbaa is lying on his back. Both are snoring. In his snore, Pumbaa occasionally mumbles "Grubs, grubs." Nala approaches and taps Timon with a paw.}

Nala: Hey. Hey, wake up.

{Timon wakes up and see a huge lion face in his view. He starts screaming and Pumbaa joins in.}

"That would be freaky," Sarabi nodded.

Nala: It's OK. Whoa, whoa. It's OK. It's ME.

Timon: Don't ever do that again! Carnivores, oy!

Nala: Have you guys seen Simba?

Timon: {Holding a hand to his head} I thought he was with you.

Nala: He was, but now I can't find him. Where is he?

{We hear Rafiki's laugh; he's sitting in a tree above them.}

Rafiki: Ho, ho, ho, ho. You won't find him here. Ha ha. The king... has returned.

Nala: {Quietly} I can't believe it. {louder, amazed} He's gone back.

"Go back with him!" Sarafina urged her daughter.

Timon: Gone back? What do you mean. {Looks where Rafiki was; Rafiki is now gone} Hey! What's goin' on here? Who's the monkey?

Nala: Simba's gone to challenge Scar.

"That won't be pretty," Taka said softly.

Timon: Who?

Nala: Scar.

Pumbaa: Who's got a scar?

Nala: {Shaking head} No, no, no. It's his uncle.

Timon: The monkey's his uncle?

I wish, Taka thought. The monkey wouldn't have killed Mufassa to become king.

Nala: No! Simba's gone back to challenge his uncle to take his place as king.

Timon and Pumbaa: Ohhh.

{With accompanying music (a restatement of the "Busa" theme), we see a far shot of Simba charging full speed across the desert. A layover is faded in of Simba's feet pounding the sand.}

{Simba slowly crosses the desolated land. He reaches the lip of a cliff and looks out over his former home.

All the lions looked shocked at the change of their beautiful home to that desolate wasteland. They had seen it before, but didn't really allow it to sink in. Taka looked down at his paws in guilt. He was the one who let the hyenas take over.

Mufassa also looked down at his paws. If he had known about his brother's jealously, maybe he could have prevented his death.

Sarabi wondered what she was doing, though she doubted anyone could stop Scar.

Mostly lacking in life, it is painted in grays. Seeing the desolation, a look of determination, even fury, appears on Simba's face.}

Taka gulped at the look on his nephew's face. He knew there was no way that he could survive this.

Nala: Simba, wait up! {She trots up next to him on the ledge} ...It's awful, isn't it?

"Yes it is," Uru said softly.

Simba: I didn't want to believe you.

Nala: What made you come back?

"A crazy monkey," Mufassa chuckled. "Oh, and my ghost."

Simba: I finally got some sense knocked into me. And I've got the bump to prove it. Besides, this is my kingdom. If I don't fight for it, who will?

Nala: I will.

Sarafina was proud of her daughter but she hoped that Nala would be safe during this.

Simba: It's gonna be dangerous.

Nala: {Quoting young Simba} Danger? Ha! I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha ha.

"That sounds familiar," Mufassa smirked.

Timon: I see nothing funny about this.

Simba: Timon? Pumbaa? What are you doing here?

"I was wondering the same thing," Taka said softly.

Pumbaa: {Bowing on one foreleg} At your service, my liege.

Timon: Uh. We're going to fight your uncle... for this?

"Once the rightful King is on the throne, it will return to how it was," Ahadi said.

Taka flinched at the reminder that he wasn't the rightful King.

Simba: Yes, Timon; this is my home.

Timon: Ffh. Talk about your fixer-upper. Well, Simba, if it's important to you, {bows} we're with you to the end.

"Good friend," Sarafina said with a smile.

{Simba smiles appreciatively. Nice scene with the four of them on the ledge viewing the work ahead of them.}

"Someone's going to lose and I don't think it'll be them," Mufassa said.

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