03x02 - Luck Be a Meerkat/Just When You Thought You'd Cuisine It All

[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 & Pumbaa ♪

If I didn't know you were a
bug, I'd think you were a chicken.

Come on, I just wanna
tell you something.

I wanna tell you lunch was
almost an hour ago and I'm starved.

Lucky marble!

Now I've got you.

You're just lucky I slipped
on something slippery.

What was it anyway?

Lucky marble!

Aha!

A stupid marble.

Who would even have a
marble in the middle of the jungle?

Gotta be some place.
Everything's gotta be some place.

Hey, watch it.

What's the problem, Pumbaa?

I lost my marble.

First of all, you
lost your marbles.

Second of all,

would this be one of those
round, smooth-type marbles?

Oh, you've seen it?

Is it the slippery kind

that make you fall and land on
your bony butt when you step on it?

No, not my marble.
Mine's a lucky marble.

Yeah, right, lucky marble.

Mmm.

I gotta find it, Timon.

Without that marble,
I have the worst luck.

Ow! Oh! Yow!

Hmm. Where did you
lose this lucky marble?

Around here some place.

When I checked my navel
this morning, it was gone.

Ew. You keep it in your navel?

Hey, I ain't got any
pockets, you know?

Ah, this lucky marble
stuff is all in your head.

Or not.

Oh!

Lucky marble!

You found it!

I still don't think it works.

Hey, I must really need a snack.

Are you sure that
wasn't my stomach?

'Cause lunch was what?
Almost an hour ago?

And I thought it was
my stomach growling.

Heh. How ironic.

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Tiger.

You got the wrong meal there.
He's not worth moving your jaws for.

But look at the meat on me.

Hubba-hubba!

He makes a lot of sense.

That's a good marble.

So I guess that marble's
the real deal, huh?

It always works for me.

Well, I gotta hand
it to you, old pal.

Lucky marble!

Thanks, Timon.

Oh, my toe. Oh, my
toe. Oh, my toe. Oh, my!

Gold!

This shouldn't have happened.

I have my lucky marble.

So you okay?

Well, let me put it this way.

Hey, there's my lucky marble.

Lucky marble!

Which one of you is Mr. P umbaa?

It's pronounced Pumbaa.

"Dear Mr. P umbaa."

Uh... gee, maybe I'm wrong.

"You have won two round trip
plane tickets to fabulous monte Carlo."

At least nothing bad
happened to me this time.

Oh!

This is gonna be a great
trip. Thanks for asking me.

Hey, I won free tickets for me
and a friend. Who else would I ask?

- High five, buddy boy.
- Yeah!

Lucky marble!

Come to papa. Well,
come to papa's armpit.

Thanks for flying
windshear airlines.

We know you have
a choice when you fly

and we can't
believe you chose us.

Whoa-aah!

Thanks for the ride and
especially the landing.

Oh, no.

Lucky marble!

Number eight, black.

Gee, Timon, I feel really bad
about you not winning anything.

Think nothing of it.

Hey, I'll flip you for your
winnings, ol' budarooski.

Sure, pal.

Uuh!

Lucky marble!

I win.

Hey, you know what I think?

I think you did that on purpose
just to get my lucky marble.

Why would I do an
insane thing like that,

my dearest and oldest friend?

Somebody left a big bag
of money on the plane.

Oh, here, sir. This
must be yours.

Because that's what happens
when you have my marble.

And I don't.

Lucky marble!

Lucky marble!

Don't jump. It's too dangerous.

But, Timon, it's
the lucky marble.

Wait, you don't have
the lucky marble.

Oh, yeah.

I'm coming, old pal!

We made it.

- You know why?
- You saved it!

It was the least I could do
considering how I was acting.

I'm sorry, Pumbaa. It
won't happen again.

Don't worry about it.

It was just a case
of lucky marble fever.

Here, let's put my lucky
marble safely away.

What is that?

What do you know?
Two lucky marbles.

I gotta put in some shelves.

But-but-but what about all the
good luck, then the bad luck,

then the good luck,
then the bad luck again?

What about all that?

Maybe the marbles
had nothing to do with it.

Maybe that's why
they call it luck.

So they're just marbles then.

Plain regular ordinary marbles.

Yep, that's all they are.

'Cause you know, I met you before
I had my lucky marble... marbles,

and it's the luckiest thing
that's ever happened to me.

Hey, Pumbaa.

Yes, Timon.

Is it me or did those bugs
taste less than spectacular?

I thought they were quite yummy.

Ah, remember the good old days?

The thrill of the chase?

The tang of fresh
larva on the tongue?

The thrill is gone, Pumbaa.

Blasphemer.

Here's what I'm thinking.

Why settle for ordinary bugs

when we could have bugs à
I'orange, bugs cordon bleu?

You mean paint them
different colors like Easter eggs?

No, you mook, we're gonna cook.

We can cook?

We can learn.

Now before we begin, I
must warn you in this class,

only the strong survive.

If you cannot handle it, if
you want to go cry to mama,

then I suggest you leave.

Looks like it's just
you and me, Pumbaa.

Very well.

Let's begin by gently,

gently placing the egg whites

into the bowl.

Egg whites. Hmm.
They all look white to me.

Now add the flour.

Now we add the dough.

Dough. Done.

Not that kind of Doe, you mook.

Dough!

What are you doing, you fools?

Hey, Timon, are you sure this
is gonna be better than bugs?

Sure, I'm sure. Taste it.

Oh no! Timon! Turn it off!

Turn it off!

Imbeciles. You aren't
cooks. You're kooks!

Forgive my friend.

He gets a little
tongue-tied now and again.

Say, chefy, what's cooking?

That is it!

I am leaving. When I am back,

I want you two
ignoramuses to be gone.

Never to return!

Gee, Pumbaa,
cooking sure isn't for us.

Let's leave.

- Hey, Timon.
- Yes, Pumbaa.

Why are we standing
here walking in place?

Because, Pumbaa,
we're not really leaving.

Oh. Why aren't we leaving?

Because, you mook,
he says we're not cooks,

but I says we are.

And how do we show
him this, you ask?

We finish what we
started. That's how.

When he tastes
our little creation,

he'll be begging to
take lessons from us.

Or we could go eat some bugs.

It says here, "cook at


- How long's it been?
- Four seconds.

- How about now?
- Six seconds.

- Now?
- Seven seconds.

I can't take this.
Wait, I got it.

I'll just turn up the temperature,
and it'll be done faster.

Am I genius or am I genius?

Wait, don't tell
me. I know this one.

Genius or...

Pumbaa, we have a problem.

Run for it, Pumbaa.

Genius or genius?

Let's see.

Pumbaa, hand me a cup.

Pumbaa, hand me a saucer.

Pumbaa, hand me an abm.

- An abm?
- Anti-blob m*ssile.

Sorry, Timon, we used
the last one yesterday.

Remember?

Oh, yeah, I knew
this wasn't just

dough-ja vu.

Huh?

I know what it looks
like, but we didn't do this.

It was, uh...

A herd of
kitchen-hating buffalo?

Good one, bud. I
think he bought it.

So who's up for bugs?

Not so fast, my furry friend.

We still haven't proven to
chef Claude that we can cook.

But, Timon, isn't it more important
that we prove it to ourselves?

Now where would you get
a c*ck idea like that?

From my self-improvement
book for warthogs.

I made their self-improvement
book of the week club.

Until chef Claude tastes
something we make and likes it,

we're not going anywhere.

Excuse us.

I told you two never to return.

But we made you something.

Something that'll make
you drool, more than usual.

What is that
ridiculous concoction?

Timon and Pumbaa's parfait.

I will never in a million
years taste your... parfait.

How about as a soufflé?

Ow!

Maybe an entree?

Or want a toupee?

A la carte?

As a flambé?

Au gratin-e?

A little risqué?

On a rainy day?

In a runaway sleigh?

Huh?

With an atomic ray?

At a roadside cafe?

Or how about at a table by
the window overlooking the bay?

Fine.

You filthy animals win.

I declare you both
exquisite chefs,

masters of the classic cuisine.

Will that make you go away?

Actually, no.

No? What do you mean no?

You didn't even taste it.

Gimme.

Look, I taste it and I love it

more than life itself.

I must go now and
share this with the world.

It wasn't that good.

Timon, this cooking
thing isn't so hot.

I'll say.

You know what I'm in
the mood for, pig boy?

- Bugs.
- Bugs.

And there goes one now.