03x10 - Super Hog-O/Don't Have the Vegas Idea

[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 & Pumbaa ♪

♪ hakuna matata ♪

♪ it means no worries ♪

♪ for the rest of your days ♪

♪ it's our problem-free ♪

♪ philosophy ♪

♪ hakuna matata ♪

♪ Timon & Pumbaa ♪

Look at this.

"Golfer wins 100,000
for hole in one."

Eh, we can make
holes in anything.

You know, Pumbaa, old pal,

I've been thinking.

Now, don't hurt yourself, Timon.

We are wasting
our lives, buddy boy.

What else can we do with them?

Get rich...

Playing...

Golf!

Ooh, I like it!

I like it, Timon! Nothing
like a little exercise.

That's right, Pumbaa.

Golf, the leisurely
sport of hakuna matata.

You just walk around aimlessly

in the Meadow all day.

Hey, we were going
to do that anyway.

Oh.

Waah!

Whoa!

Need just a little work
on your swing there.

Ugh!

Grr!

Ah! Whew!

We must be doing
something wrong.

You have no idea how hard it is

to hold a golf club
with these hooves!

I'm not concerned about the
golf club, Pumbaa, me bucko.

I'm concerned

that the golf ball is
not going anywhere.

It's supposed to go somewhere?

Yes. When we hit it.

Oh, we're supposed to hit it!

Gee, and I thought
we were doing so great.

Say, Timon. I know what
we're forgetting to do.

What's that, hog of mine?

We're not wiggling our butts.

You're right, Pumbaa.

A golf swing
without a butt wiggle

is like a meal without bugs.

I know! We need...

The right clothes!

Are you sure we can
get rich doing this?

I don't know. Just
keep swinging.

Well, at least we're
getting our exercise.

Alright, you rotten
little white ball.

You asked for it!

Ahh!

Huh?

Don't worry, Timon!

That ball won't
get the best of us!

No, it sure won't.

Huh?

Gee, Timon. We
didn't scratch it.

Not a dent. Nothing.

This calls for desperate
measures, like...

A ballistic m*ssile.

Sorry, Timon. I'm all out.

Not to worry, pal of mine.

I've been saving this one

for just such an occasion.

Better step back a
few feet, old buddy.

Oh, do I have to? I don't
want to miss anything.

Don't worry. You won't.

Well, that settles it.

We need a bigger ball.

Oh, we need bigger
clubs, too, Timon.

Real big ones.

This ought to get
that ball's attention.

And due to the loss of matter

caused by Timon and Pumbaa,

the earth has been
thrown off its axis.

It won't be long

before we're all
hurled into space,

due to Timon and
Pumbaa's terrible golfing.

What will we do?

Hire a golf instructor.

We've thrown the
earth off balance.

What do we do?

Replace your divots!

What's a divot, Timon?

A big chunk of ground
knocked loose by poor golfing.

Like those up there?

No!

Guess golf isn't as relaxing

as they say it is, is it, Timon?

Is it?

Replace our divots? Hmm...

How on earth are
we going to do that?

We can't do it on earth, Timon.

But...

Good thinkin', big stinkin'.

By walking in space,

terrible golfers,
Timon and Pumbaa

have replaced their divots
and saved our planet!

We did it, Pumbaa!
We saved the world!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Aah!

Golf was a big mistake.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

It sure was.

Let's try baseball!

Are we there yet, Timon?

Are we? Are we, huh? Are we?

Hard to say, Pumbaa.

We're entering the
deepest, darkest,

most unexplored-est
part of the jungle.

Gee, Timon. Do you really think

we'll ever find big bug valley?

Ooh, I hope so.

Legend says the
bugs there are so big,

each one is a meal unto itself.

Mmm! Mmm!

Uh, the valley of big bugs
is more than a legend.

How do you know that, Pumbaa?

Aah! Aah!

- Aah!
- Aah!

Ouch! Ow! Ow! Ooh!

Ugh!

Timon, is this what you call
too much of a good thing?

Aah!

Whoa! Whoa!

Help!

The hunter hath
become the hunted.

Dive, dive, dive!

We're number one!
We're number one!

You saved our lives!

That praying mantis
didn't have a prayer.

Put her, uh, there, I think.

What do you
suppose giant bees do

with their prisoners?

Maybe they take
them some place fun,

like a field of pretty flowers.

Maybe not.

Toil! Toil! Toil!

Ask not what your
colony can do for you.

Ask what you can
do for your colony.

All for one, and all for one!

The yellow zone

is for the loading and
unloading of honey only.

If you're not working,
it's called shirking!

Put your backs
into it, you insects!

Productivity is up


Profits are up


Yeah, well, what have
you done for me lately?

Somebody take a memo.

To the workers, from the queen.

Get the lead out!

Run a million copies of
that and distribute it by noon.

Your majesty,
might I have a word?

These two were found

lurking on our borders.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Oh, so cute and fuzzy.

Feed them to the larvae!

Uh, it... it might be
more cost-efficient

to put them to work.

He's right, your majesty.

A basic cost analysis of work
produced versus expenses incurred...

Would reveal a positive yield.

Fine, whatever. Put them to work

at the lowest, dirtiest,
most menial tasks.

And you, worker
first-class buzz,

will train them.

- Oh!
- Oh!

Oh!

If they foul up, buzz,

it will come out of
your exoskeleton.

Mr. Buzz, you
saved our lives, twice!

Yeah, that was
sure swell of you.

How can we ever repay you?

Oh, that's easy.
Be model workers.

It's the only way to
impress the queen.

You aren't afraid of
hard work, are you?

Well... eh...

Now, hurry up, back there.

The first rule of pollinating

is you must keep up.

If you fall behind, that
would upset the queen,

and we really wouldn't
want that now, hmm?

Huh?

Get out of there!

Worker first-class buzz,

report to the queen's
office immediately!

Ah!

Ouch!

Ah!

That's it!

My life as a first-class
worker is over!

I'm nothing but a drone!

There, there. Don't
take it so hard, buzz.

Yeah, it's only a job.

Hakuna matata, old buddy!

Hakuna matata?

You know, no worries.

Relax! Chill out.

These words mean nothing to me.

I spent my entire life in
ceaseless toil for the queen.

Well, then, you need a vacation.

In fact, everybody
around here needs one.

Great idea, Pumbaa.

Let's tell them all
about hakuna matata.

But the queen
will not like this.

Buzz, you're not listening.

Take a deep breath
and repeat after me.

Hakuna matata.

Hakuna matata.

Hakuna matata. Hakuna matata.

Hakuna matata. Hakuna matata.

Hakuna matata. Hakuna matata.

Hakuna matata. Hakuna matata.

Hakuna matata...

Offhand, I think
they like the concept.

How can I thank
you for bringing us

the joy of hakuna matat... ah.

What is the meaning of this?

Stop this nonsense
and get back to work!

No! We will not go back!

There's more to life than work!

Thanks to these
extraordinary creatures,

we've discovered goofing off,

kicking back, and chilling out.

Uh, please don't mention
it, buzz, old buddy.

Now that we've experienced

the joys of hakuna matata,

we shall never return

to a life of hard labor.

Never!

You'll be sorry!

I'm canceling all
your retirement funds!

Let the new regime begin!

Timon and Pumbaa
are now kings of the hive!

Yay! Hakuna matata!

Where once there
was the dreaded work,

we hereby declare a total
state of hakuna matata!

Yeah! Turn your
buckets into bongo drums.

Truly this is the beginning
of a new golden age

for all bees!

What have I done?

The hive's in ruins,

the work of a thousand
generations destroyed!

It's amazing what can
happen in three minutes.

King Timon, I'm
beginning to think

hakuna matata isn't
a suitable philosophy

for a beehive.

An interesting
theory, king Pumbaa,

but have you got a better idea?

I have an idea,

but it will require
daring and courage.

Please come back!

Please come back!

Oh, please come back!

Lucky for you, I'm
in a forgiving mood.

I'll return to the hive
on three conditions.

Anything, your majesty.

First, the workers must
swear loyalty to me.

Second, they must take
cuts in their health benefits.

And the third condition,
your most gracious majesty?

Proceed with the sentence.

Yaaah!

Show's over. Back to work.

From kings to
exiles, and still falling.

Hakuna matata, Pumbaa.

We always land on our feet.

Ow!

Pumbaa, you landed on my feet.