03x37 - It Runs Good/Hot Air Buffoons

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♪ 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 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 ♪

So come on down, folks,

to honest Timon and
Pumbaa's used cars.

Where our deal is your steal.

That's right because he's
car honest and I'm car crazy.

Why, I'll eat a bug
to sell you a car.

You enjoy that car now.

Timon, that car
is falling apart.

You said you weren't going to
sell our customers any more lemons.

Right. No more
lemons... after that one.

Besides there's only one
car left and it's a real beauty.

I'm gonna count our
moola over in the shade.

I'll be right back.

Are you one of the
fellas who sells cars?

Yes, sirree.

Well, I need a
car that runs good.

A fast car in tip-top shape.

You see, I've been
sold problem cars before.

And if I end up with
another lemon, well...

Relax, sir. I happen to know
this car is in perfect working order.

My partner, Timon, told me so.

Here at honest Timon
& Pumbaa's used cars,

we stand by every
vehicle we sell.

Why, we'd stake our lives on it.

You just did.

We're in the money,
Pumbaa. I... I... ahhhhh...

What's going on here?

I just bought this here car.

You know, the one that's
supposed to run so good

and it better run good 'cause
I'd hate to think of the cruel

and barbaric acts of violence

I'd inflict on anybody or bodies

who cheated me and sold
me a less than perfect vehicle.

Is something wrong, Timon?

Pumbaa, I have a confession to
make. That car you sold that bear...

The one you said was a beauty?

Well, it's not a beauty. It's
a junker, a heap, a lemon.

The engine doesn't even work.

But, Timon, you promised you
wouldn't sell any more lemons.

Well... technically, you sold
this lemon, but let's not split hairs.

Hmm.

Quick, Pumbaa, under the
hood. We gotta make this car run.

I'm very disappointed, Timon.

How could you
break your promise?

I wanted the money

so we'd have no more worries
and could party hakuna matata style.

I wanted us to
live a life of ease.

h* h*... well, we're not
living the life of ease now,

are we, Timon?

Are we?

Now let's see if
this car runs good.

Oh, a hill.

Now we'll see what kind
of pickup this baby has.

Run, Pumbaa, run!

We gotta get this
car up that hill pronto.

If this car doesn't move fast,

I know two car salesmen who'll
be moving fast to the hospital.

Uh, I hate to bring this up
at a time like this, Timon,

but, uh, is this your
idea of hakuna matata,

of a carefree life
with no worries?

'Cause it sure isn't my idea
of hakuna matata, Timon!

Whew, it's downhill from here.

Hmm, good acceleration. Ha ha.

Now to check them brakes.

Whoops!

This car does have brakes?

Well, let me put it this way.

Feet don't fail me now.

Ow! Ow!

Yikes! Yikes!

Hmm, brakes work good too.

Huh-oh, yeah, we're really
living the good life now, Timon.

Well I gotta test the suspension
on some rough terrain

and my baby-soft bottom
better not feel one bump

or I'll be adding a few bumps of
my own to those car salesmen.

Did you hear that, Timon?

Relax, Pumbaa, we'll be
fine as long as we don't get a...

Flat tire.

What now, Timon?

Simple. Grab an axle, Pumbaa.

Ooh! Ouch! Yeow!

Ooh! Ouch!

Yeow! Ahhh!

Ooh, say, looks like rain.
That convertible top better work.

That wasn't so bad.

Is it over?

Yep! I sure bought
me a good car.

I'm sure the worst is behind us.

Hi, Leslie.

Oh, hi, bear.

Hey, daddy-o, where
you taking that jalopy?

Back to the junkyard?

No.

This car runs good.

So good, you'll be
choking on my dust.

Ha, keep dreaming, pops.

I'd stick my car against
yours any old day.

Oh, even a day like
today... Or are you chicken?

Chicken?

Meet me in ten minutes
at dead man's drive.

Dead man's drive!

We'll race for pink slips.
So be there, square bear

and we'll see who's chicken.

Oh, I'll be there.

Bye, Leslie.

Take a look outside and
see how we're doing, Pumbaa.

Oh, we're doing great except
for that pool of sharks up ahead.

Pool of sharks!

H-Hey not bad considering.

Considering what?

Considering that
brick wall ahead.

Oh, no. Anything but that!

Tell me we're near the
end of the road, Pumbaa.

- What is it?
- The end of the road!

What do we do now, Timon?

We throw everything overboard.

Oh!

Oh, no. He chickened out.

Help! I'm trapped.
Somebody help!

Hey! I'm somebody.

Help! Help!

Whew! That was close.

I'm sure glad we could
share this extra specially

special time together.

That wasn't so bad.

H-Hey, Timon, a bug just
crawled right over my face.

Bug. Bug? Go get him, Pumbaa.

Let the bug go, Pumbaa.

You know that being way high up

in this tree makes you
really, really scared.

Come on, Pumbaa.

No cool, macho warthog's gonna
let a little fear of heights stop him.

Pumbaa...

Quit stalling and grab that bug.
What are you, a big scaredy-hog?

Whoa!

Ooh, aah, ow, aah!

Oof!

Thanks, buddy.

That was some of the gutsiest
bug catching I've ever seen.

Say... this is the perfect place
to finish the good night sleep

that bug so rudely interrupted.

That's the best
I've slept in ages.

It almost feels like
we're floating on air.

Aaaahhh!

Prepare for the
around-the-world balloon race.

Remember, any balloon that
touches the ground will be disqualified.

The fastest time receives
the million dollar prize.

With that million bucks,
we could buy a billion bugs.

Uh, that'd be J-just
sw-swell, Timon.

Whoo-hoo! Here we go!

What a view. Pumbaa,
you've gotta see this!

Everything looks like
bugs from up here.

Makes your stomach
growl just looking at it, huh?

It does... something
to my stomach.

Ack!

You alright there, Pumbaa?

Me? I'm fine. Just... fine.

You're not really fine,
are you, Pumbaa?

Just tell Timon about
your fear of heights.

Then you won't be
stuck way up in the sky

where a gust of wind could
hurl you to earth like a child

hurling a broken
doll to the ground!

Oh!

Pumbaa, do you want Timon
to think you're a scaredy-hog?

What are ya, a big scaredy-hog?

No. You're brave...

And strong...

And cunning.

Ahhh!

But... if something just happened
to go wrong with the balloon...

I'd be back on the ground?

With your macho image,
and your body parts, intact.

Ooh.

Well, we're on our way.

Glad I have a daring copilot
like you, captain courageous pig.

Whoa!

Aahh!

Aahh!

Our million bucks
is floating away.

Uh, yes, it is a shame the
balloon is flying off without us.

That's right, Pumbaa. Ham it
up. You're in no danger now.

You filthy rat.

That dirty pig. You have
disrupted the royal market.

Arrest them.

Sorry, got an appointment
and, well, it's the sort of thing

you gotta be there in person.

Bye bye.

Aahh!

Aahh!

Oh, no. Bed of nails.

Ooh! Ow! Ouch! Yikes!

Ooh! Ow! Ouch! Yikes!

Ooh, sharp! Pointy! Ow!

Ha! We have you now.

Well, Timon, I guess we won't
be flying in that balloon anymore.

Our dream of winning the
race is still alive, Pumbaa.

Now, Pumbaa, before
we hurtle into space

hundreds of miles
above the earth,

shouldn't you tell
Timon the truth?

Aah! You beast!

Aaahhh!

Truth. Who wants
to hear the truth?

Especially if it makes
you look like a wimp.

Now, if some of the air just
happened to leak out of the balloon...

Gee, Timon, uh, the great
wall of China sure is, uh... great.

Yeah and it seems to be getting
bigger and bigger and closer and closer

and... aaahh! If the balloon
so much as touches the ground,

we'd lose the million bucks.

Pumbaa, there's
only one thing to do.

Gangway! Coming through.

One side. Look out!

Aahh!

Aahh!

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

Aaaahhhh!

Whew! That was close.
But nothing can stop us now,

eh, prince brave hog?

Ooh!

Now, Pumbaa, if a
rope from this balloon

just happened to
catch a landing plane,

why, you'd be on
the ground in no time.

Aahh!

This is yankee 49er. I've
got a bogey on my tail.

Taking invasive action.

Aaaahh!

Aaaahh!

Aaaahh!

Aaaahh!

Pumbaa, do something!

Timon, are you afraid?

No, Pumbaa, I am
not afraid. I'm terrified!

See, Pumbaa, even
Timon is afraid sometimes.

Go ahead. Tell him
you're scared too.

Can't shake 'em.
Firing air-to-air missiles.

Uh, Timon, I been meaning
to tell you something.

Not now, Pumbaa.

See, Timon, I am
afraid of heights.

Not now, Pumbaa.

But I was afraid if
you knew I was afraid,

I'd stop being your
commander fearless.

Not now, Pumbaa!

My favorite was when
you called me... sir

looks danger in the
face and spits at it.

I loved that.

Not now, Pumbaa. Missiles!

Aaaaahhhhh!

Ooh, land, land.

Good old terra
firma. Mother earth.

I'm never leaving you again.

You okay, Pumbaa?

Okay? I'm great.

Now that I have admitted my
fears, I don't feel afraid anymore.

Ironic, isn't it?

Congratulations! You've won!

Wait!

A new world record.

Well... easy come, easy go.

We can't give up that easily.

We're gonna fly around the world
until we set a new world record.

Huh?

Timon, just tell Pumbaa that you're
afraid of being blasted out of the sky,

hurtling to the ground
at 100 miles an hour.

What and have Pumbaa
think you're a mook?

Come on, here's what ya do.