01x25 - Okay Bayou?/Shake Your Djibouti

[bunniefuu]

♪ Hakuna matata ♪

♪ what a wonderful phrase ♪

♪ hakuna matata ♪

♪ ain't no passing craze ♪

♪ it means no worries ♪

♪ for the rest of your days ♪

♪ it's our problem-free ♪

♪ philosophy ♪

♪ hakuna matata ♪

♪ yeah! ♪

♪ Hakuna matata! ♪

♪ Timon and Pumbaa! ♪

♪ Hakuna matata! ♪

♪ It means no worries ♪

♪ for the rest of your days ♪

♪ it's our problem-free ♪

♪ philosophy ♪

♪ hakuna matata ♪

♪ Timon and Pumbaa ♪

Hey! What was that?

Hey! Hey!

Gee, Timon, do you see that?

See what?

That wood-pecking bird up there.

He's eating and destroying
our most favoritest napping tree.

Hey, you up there! Stop
with the pecking on the tree!

Wait! Wait a second! I
think I heard something.

It sounded like some annoying animal
telling me to stop pecking on the tree.

Well, I ain't stopping!

Ah ha ha ha!

I don't think the wood-pecking
bird is going to go away, Timon.

Well, this tree ain't big
enough for the three of us.

Uh, where you going?

I'm not going anywhere.

It's that bird that's
gonna fly the Coop.

Oh, right!

Sorry.

Using one of these ladder
things to get up to a high place

sure was a great idea,
Timon. You're a genius.

Yeah, no doubt. Blah
blah blah. Whatever.

- Hi!
- Hello.

Where'd that annoying
friend of yours go?

Oh, he went up to catch
the wood-pecking bird.

Did he?

He sure did.

Say, this wood-pecking
bird you're talking about...

Does it have big,
flappy wings like these?

Yes, it does.

What about its feet?

Does it have sharp-clawed
feet like these?

Yup.

And the beak. I bet it's
got a really sharp beak.

Good for pecking
on wood, like mine.

Uh-huh.

Wait a minute.

You're the...

Whoa!

Missed him.

Uh, Pumbaa?

Yes, Timon?

If you are up here,

then who is down there
holding the ladder steady?

I am.

Uh... whoops.

Ah ha ha ha!

And just what's so
funny, snicklefrits?

Uh... one... your face.

Two... your ladder.

Yipe.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoop!

Waah!

I have a feeling something
very painful is about to happen.

Yipe!

- Yeow!
- Aah!

This is a metal ladder.

Now then, you keep hold of
it and keep it nice and steady.

And don't let go of it
no matter what, okay?

Okay.

♪ Ya ta da ta da ta da ♪

Leave me alone,
Mr. Wood-pecking bird.

You should fly back up into
the tree. So Timon can catch you.

Why don't you catch me?

I would, but I can't let go of
this ladder no matter what.

No matter what?

That's right.

Even if I do this?

- Yeah.
- What about this?

Afraid so.

And this?

Grrr!

Jackpot.

Hello, Timon.

I thought I told you to keep
hold of the ladder no matter what.

I did but, uh, look what the
woodpecking bird did to me.

But if you're up here,

then who's holding
the ladder steady?

Timber!

Now, then, all you have to do is push
that lever back if you want me to go up.

Push that lever forward
if you want me to go down

and push that third lever left and right
if you want me to go right and left.

- Is that clear?
- Uh...

Good. Now send me up.

Uh, let's see...

Is this the knob for
up-down or down-up?

I'll get you this time for what
you did to me the last time!

Aah!

Hey, Timon.

How did you get down here?

The problem was we
were trying to get up there.

And he kept coming down here.

So all we need to do is trick
him into coming down here again

so we, or rather
I, can catch him.

A bird bath?

Sure.

This one, however,
is very special.

What's it do?

Oh, h* h* h*. You'll see.

Whoo!

♪ I'm in water ♪

♪ I'm swimmin' ♪

♪ I'm swimmin' in water ♪

Ooh, I think I got some water in my
ears. I'm a bird. Do birds have ears?

I never thought of it before.

What happened, Timon?

I don't know. I
can't figure it out.

As soon as the bird starts splashing
gleefully around in the water,

it's supposed to...

Cool.

First, he'll fly down

and eat the solid oak dresser.

Then he'll eat the
mahogany piano case.

Then he'll try to eat this.

But that's not made of wood.

There.

Oh, I should've never questioned
your brainy brain, Timon.

I got a headache.

And you thought you could
outsmart Timon and Pumbaa. Ha!

Well, think again, you
hyperactive sparrow.

We caught you and we're not
ever letting you out of this cage

until we're done
taking our n-a-p nap!

Wrong!

Wrong?

Uh, let's see. How
should I put this?

Oh-oh, I know.

If you don't let me go,

I'll have the both
of you arrested!

Arrested?

"Endangered bird.

If caught you must let him go
or he'll have you both arrested!"

Yeah, that's right!

Now open up.

Uh, not so fast, Pumbaa.

But we've got to
let him go, Timon.

No worries, Pumbaa.

The card says and I quote...

To "let him go."

And that's exactly
what we're going to do.

Taxi!

Well, I guess it's
time to let him go.

Open the cage!

Don't worry. The intense heat of
the lava will melt, uh, open the cage

instantly upon contact.

B-B-But wait!

Now you won't be able to eat
our favorite napping tree anymore.

Eat the tree?

Eat the tree?

Whoa! Hang on!

Time-out! Stop!

I don't eat trees!

And why were you pecking on it?

To get to the bugs, Einstein!

The bugs!

There are bugs
buried in the wood.

That's what woodpeckers eat!

There are bugs...

In the tree?

My head hurts.

Keep pecking,
Pumbaa, keep pecking.

Stowaways? Us?

Oh, we're not stowaways. Honest.

We're, uh, uh...
uh, anti-stowaways?

Exactly.

Balderdash.

I, captain quint, the
most nautical seafaring,

maritime captain
in all the seven seas

can see straight
through your pathetic lies.

You've got no money, no tickets,

and no one on the entire
ship to vouch for you.

Hey, now.

Hold your horses, hornblower.
I'll vouch for these vagabonds.

In fact, they're guests of mine

and I'd suggest you
put them down directly.

Go on. Let 'em go.

Fine.

I, captain quint, the
so on and so forth,

hereby release you into
the custody of this snail.

Look, Timon, it's speedy!

Speedy the snail.

Well, hippity-hi there, Pumbaa.

And hippity-hi there
to you too, Timon.

Hey, speedy, thanks.

You know you're
a real lifesaver.

We gotta ditch
the snail, Pumbaa,

amscray, get outta here or we're
gonna be deader than doorknobs.

What are you talking about?

Look, Pumbaa, I
adore speedy, really.

It's just that everything's
always trying to eat him

and it's always up
to us to save him.

Look! It's a snail

with a swirly, curly-q shell.

Ooh, ooh, you're right, sweetie.

It is a swirly, curly-q shell.

This is most rare.

There's only one
other like it in the world.

Yeah.

And I want that one too.

A matching pair.

Now, you're a jeweler.
What are you waiting for?

Get going! Go! Go! Go!

Yes, dear.

Whatever you say, dear.

Hideley-hideley-help!

Timon, they took speedy.

Speedy, who just saved us
from being thrown off the ship.

Your point being?

We gotta save him. We owe him.

He saved us.

We gotta save him.

I knew this would happen.

I must compliment you
on your shell, Mr. Snail.

You certainly kept it
in pristine condition.

Quit talking and get on with it.

Now, I don't want to get you in
Dutch with the wife, buddy-blow,

but I'd kinda like
to keep my shell.

Well, it doesn't matter to me
if you stay in the shell or not.

For you see,
I'm still going to...

Operate.

Heh heh.

Oh, yes, I love...

My favorite!

Boy, Timon, you sure are smart
and clever and resourceful and smart.

You got that right, pal.

Hook, line and sinker.
Hee hee. Oh, man.

Now, shush.

I got him. I got him.

Uhh.

Aah!

Ow!

Whap! Whap!

Heh heh heh. Oh, yeah, boss.

Arrrr! We be pirates!

Of the Caribbean, no less.

Quiver in fear before our
fearsome countenances

and our faces too.

Arrrr, then hand over
your Booty, swabbie.

Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Pirates!

I love pirates.

Take me with you and
make me your pirate queen.

U-Uh, we just want the snail.

What do you mean
you just want the snail?

I'm not good enough to be
your pirate queen? Is that it?

No. It's not that at all.
It's just that... it's just...

It's just what?

Uhh...

We're not really pirates.
Please don't hurt us.

Not really pirates?

Eeeahh!

Hello, I'm captain, uh, hook

and you are invited to
the, uh, ship's lounge

for free things
to eat and stuff.

So, walk out your door and
go straight down the hallway.

Gee, I wish I had a big, fat,

super intelligent
brain like yours, Timon.

Quiet, Pumbaa. Here they come.

Hurry up already. I don't want
to keep the captain waiting.

Yes, dear. You're right as
always, dear. I'm right behind you.

Huh?

Oh, no! Look!

Fellas, help me.

I don't want to be hanging
around here all day.

We're too late, Timon.
Speedy's been jewelry-fied.

What are we going to do, Timon?

We can't just walk in there and
grab speedy with everyone looking.

That's right, Pumbaa,

but there are, of
course, other options.

For example, we can be sneaky.

I've gotta hand
it to you fellas.

You sure are a fearless
duo, if ever I saw one.

Thanks.

Heh heh.

Ohh.

Oh, tsk, tsk, tsk.

You shouldn't have
taken my sweetie's earring.

That wasn't nice

and now I think
she's a little...

Upset.

Run, Pumbaa, run.

Excuse me. Pardon
me. Coming through.

Ohh.

Aah, Timon, what do we do?

Attention! This is your Timon...

I mean, your captain.

An entire shipment
of gold bricks

has just fallen
overboard. Go figure.

- Gold?
- Gold?

Gold?

- Gold?
- Gold?

Gold?

Voila.

Uh, but, Timon,

won't everyone simply
get back on the ship

when they discover
there's no gold?

Not if there's no ship
to get back on... to.

I am sure glad you know how to drive a
great, big, enormous cruise ship, Timon.

Oh, yeah. Me too.

Aah!

Moo!

Hey. I think I
recognize this place.

I think I'm home.

There was no gold.

You fibbed.

It is a sin to tell a fib.

Let's get him.

Reverse.

Well, now, that wasn't so bad.

And I managed to get myself
a bright, beautiful shell too.

What do you think, Pumbaa?

Cool.

Well, junior, thanks
for the ride home

and I'll be seeing
you by and by.

Don't make a habit of it.

Bye, speedy.

Hoo ha. There he goes.

Now we can relax, knowing speedy
is safe and sound from all dangers.

Do you want to
say it or shall I?

I'll do it.

Here we go again.