02x15 - Beetle Romania/Rumble in the Jungle

[bunniefuu]

Hakuna matata.

What a wonderful phrase.

Hakuna matata!

♪ Ain't no passin' craze ♪

♪ it means no worries ♪

♪ for the rest of your days ♪

♪ it's our problem-free ♪

♪ philosophy ♪

♪ hakuna matata ♪

Yeah!

Hakuna! Matata!

Timon & Pumbaa!

Hakuna! Matata!

♪ It means no worries ♪

♪ for the rest of your days ♪

♪ it's our problem-free ♪

♪ philosophy ♪

♪ hakuna matata ♪

♪ Timon & Pumbaa ♪

Ungala bungala!

But we're innocent!

And we didn't do
anything either!

Aah!

Man! Talk about mooks!

Throwing us in a bottomless pit!

They'll regret the day they
crossed Timon Berkowitz!

The most-mookified,
mook-schticker...

Why, they wiggi... gah! Oh!

Words, Pumbaa. Give me words.

Uh...

They're double-plus,
ungood, Uber-mooks!

Exactly!

And they can kiss my...

Bottom!

- Oof!
- Oof!

Uh, Timon, I thought
this was a bottomless pit.

Apparently not.

Hmm...

Do you know what
this means, Pumbaa?

It means we're gonna be rich!

Wow! How?

How?

With the world's only
bottomless pit with a bottom!

I can see it now!

Timon and Pumbaa's
bottomless pit-stop!

With barbecue pit burgers,

peach pit pie,

and... and... and
arm pit deodorant!

Oh, yes, baby!

Uh... Timon?

Hey! You got rid of the ropes.

Good job, Pumbaa.

Anyway, as I was saying,

what we're gonna do is we...

Mommy.

A-heh, is there a problem?

Oh, it's my tooth.

It holds all my magic powers,

and without it, my
claws cannot rend flesh,

my mouth cannot chew bones,

and during rainy season...

Oh, my back knee
gets the rheumatism.

You see, without my tooth,

I'm just a trifling,
purposeless, inessential,

frivolous, superfluous beast!

I think my heart feels
sorry for him, Timon.

As well it should be.

Could you back up to the
bit about the magic powers?

Unh!

Thanks for the ride, beast!

We'll get your tooth,

and then you'll be on our side

with the magic and
the powers. Deal?

Deal! You don't know how
much this means to me.

I... I... I thank you from the bottom
of my evil, black, beastly heart.

Yay! We're gonna help to
raise a clawed evil creature!

"Yay" is right.

You know, having a
big, ugly beast around

might not be such a bad idea.

Onward to the tooth!

Ow! Ooh! Yee! Yow!

Don't... ask.

Get him.

Aah!

Don't... ask.

Oh, my goodness! Look at that!

We, he and I, are
world-famous photographers,

and we've come all the way
from the, uh, land of photos

just to get a shot of you!

And this is not a trick!

We want a shot of you

for our upcoming "jungle
beefcake" calendar.

Now, lick your lips, put on a
pouty face, and strike a pose!

That's right! Vogue!

Watch the birdie!

Aah!

Oh, my goodness! Look at that!

- Yow!
- Ohh!

A perfect shot for our upcoming
"meerkat and warthog" calendar!

- Ow!
- Ow!

Ladies and gentlemen...

Step right up and
answer the age-old riddle.

Is the hand faster than the eye?

Or is the eye faster
than the hand?

Pay a buck and try your luck!

You there! You
look like a smart kid!

Come on, Sonny! Give it a go!

Keep your eye on the tooth, the
whole tooth, and nothing but the tooth.

Round it goes,
hippity-hop, zippity-zop,

where will it be
when I finally stop?

Eh... best two outta three?

Best three outta five?

Ooh... best 348 outta 695?

What do you say?

About face!

Ungala bungala!

Get them!

Ungala bungala! Got you!

Oh!

See? I told you having
a big, ugly beast around

wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Yeah! And I got to have
somebody else's tooth in my mouth!

Beep beep.

Hey, Pumbaa, look
how many bugs I caught.

Huh? Huh?

Talk about easy pickings.

Hey, what happened to you?

I... I can't catch
bugs anymore, Timon.

Can't catch bugs.

That's the funniest
thing I've ever heard.

Of course you can.

I can? Then why
haven't I caught any?

What? You haven't caught any?

Hmm.

Maybe there's
something inhibitilizing

your normal
bug-catching functionality.

Could it be my
lack of confidence

and failure to
believe in myself?

Nah. It's probably
just your eyes.

You could have a
myopical astigmatoidism

and not even know.

And how can you catch bugs

if you can't even see them?

Ow.

My eyes are... uh, were fine.

Oh, yeah?

Then how many
fingers am I holding up?

Uh, two.

Alright, now how many?

Uh, three.

Now how many fingers?

I don't know. I
can't even see you.

I knew it.

You need glasses.

Well... If you say
so, but, Timon,

where in the jungle

am I going to get glasses?



There you go, you money-grubbing

health-care practitioner.

Now, hand over the specs.

So, ready to catch
some bugs, Pumbaa?

Uh, I... I... I guess so.

Then I'll see you later.

"See you later."

I'm so funny.

Bye.

Ow! Ow!

Ow!

Unh.

Ow, again.

Uhh.

Ow.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

Aah! Get it off. Get it off.

It's gonna eat my brain.

Wow. It almost
looks like I'm gonna...

Aah!

Whaah!

I still can't catch bugs, Timon.

What, not any?

Hmm, let's see here.

Your vision's perfect,

so there must be something
wrong with your, um, uh...

You say something, Timon?

That's it. Your hearing is bad.

What?

My hearing?

Wow. It's worse than I thought.



There, you thieving quack.

This is a bit much, Timon.

Hey, there's nothing I won't do

for my bestest best friend.

I'm a... Giver.

You know, that's
just the way I am.

Well, happy bug
catching, Pumbaa.

I'm outer ear.

Ha! Get it? "Outer ear."

Ooh. Ha h*.

The classics never die.

Ah ha.

Unh.

I get it.

Uhh-huh.

Hello! Here, cricket, cricket!

That's strange. They
normally come when I call.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa...

Ohh!

Uhh.

Pumbaa?





I hope you choke on
it, you medical mook.

A smelling aid, Timon?

Hey, you can't
expect to catch bugs

with your snifter on the blitz.

Everybody nose that.

Ha! Get it? "Nose."

Oh, oh, the pain.

I'm hurting myself.

Oh, stop me. Oh, am I crazy?

Mmm. Whoa!

Whaah!

Pumbaa, I didn't know
you could play the piano.

Pumbaa?

Pumbaa?

Pumbaa?

Ah!

Ah!

Pumbaa.

It's... it's... it's
uncle Ernie.

Yes, Pumbaa, it's me.

Uncle Ernie, why can't
I catch bugs anymore?

Listen to me, Pumbaa.

You can do anything you
put your mind to, darling,

but you must
believe in yourself.

Believe in myself?

Hmm.

Wait! Don't go!

You said you'd never leave.

I never said any
such thing, honey.

Now, you go wake up

and you go catch
a bug right now.

Pumbaa, speak to me, pal.

Say something.

Pumbaa, you're alive.

Thanks to my uncle
Ernie in the clouds, I am.

I'll show you.

Mm-hmm.

Hut, hut, hut,
hut, hut, hut, hut.

But the... what's
ga... what'd you d...

Then again... but
the... with the catching

and the easiness and the...

What is going on?

You see, Timon, my
eyes, ears, and nose

weren't the real problem.

It seems I just lost
faith in my own ability,

but I'm fine now.

I believe in myself again.

That's terrific,
Pumbaa. That's great.

However, this does leave
a little business unfinished.

Hey, open up in
there, you quack.

Give me my cash,

you bamboozling
shyster, quack, Dr. Phony.

Aha!

Just as I suspected.

The jig is up.

Beat it, boys.

Bug out!