02x05 - Africa-Dabra!/I Don't Bolivia

[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 ♪

Nothing like a gypsy moth
to get your "moth" watering.

No! We're not here to eat!

We're here to get
our fortunes told.

Fortunes told?

Hello?

You don't believe in that
malarkeyfied hogwash hooey, do you?

You bet I believe in it!

You gotta believe in it!

'Cause if you don't
believe in it, uh...

Uh...

What, the gypsy's gonna
put an evil curse on me?

Please!

What do you see?
What do you see?

I, the amazing
madame credenza...

See that your future
is very uncertain.

Ooh! Uncertain.

Ooh!

You can tell all that
from a crystal ball?

Wow.

You really are amazing.

Can you believe this, Pumbaa?

Well, maybe you'll believe it
when I tell you your future, huh?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I didn't come here
to get my fortune told.

I came here to eat.

Timon! Let her go! Spit
her out! Now, now, now!

Ooh.

Madame credenza curses you

with the evil gypsy
curse of credenza!

Curse be wicked! Curse be bad!

Curse be the worst
nightmare you've ever had!

Aw, curse be a big
bunch of baloney!

Come on, Pumbaa.

Mmm.

Mmm!

What? What? What?

The curse!

It... It makes you eat bugs!

Boy.

The curse is making you
read the newspaper, Timon.

The curse is making
you cranky, Timon!

The curse is making
you bubble, Timon.

That's not me.

Oh, no!

The curse is
draining his energy.

He can't even
keep his eyes open.

What a terrible
curse, dreadful curse,

cursed curse!

Oh, for crying out loud!

I am not cursed!

Ah! Oomph!

And by that I mean uncursed,

in a curseless, noncursified,

devoid-of-any-kind-of-curse
kind of way!

Now, go to bed!

And tomorrow morning

we'll catch a big, fat, juicy
bug for breakfast, okay?

Oh, boy! A big, fat, juicy bug!

Big, fat, juicy bug.
Big, fat, juicy, bug.

Huh?

Pumbaa, Pumbaa,
Pumbaa! The curse is real!

Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up!

Hmm. Wha... huh?

Oh, boy! A big, fat, juicy bug!

Yaah!

Aah-ha-aah!

Ahh.

Yeow!

Yecch.

So much for the
theory of inner beauty.

I gotta get out of here.

Yeow!

All items which have been eaten
must follow the yellow line, alright?

Yellow line?

The yellow line takes you straight
through the digestive system.

Just stick to the yellow line!

Gee, I'd... I'd like to, but I, uh,
I have to talk to Pumbaa first.

You gotta go to the brain
to talk to Pumbaa, right,

and nothing goes to the brain.

There's your rules.

Hey, hey, hey,
hey! Get back here!

Ooh! Ooh!

No! Let me go!

Oh! Ohh.

I think I ate a bad bug.

Oh!

Oh, gee, stop! Stop, stop!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh!

Whoa-hoo-hoo!

Hey!

Whoo-hoo!

Aah! Oh!

Muscular system.

Anyone going to Pumbaa's
muscular system, please exit now.

Skeletal system.

Aah!

Aah!

Nervous system.

Great.

I told them when I took this
job I couldn't work with wires.

I'm so upset. Ooh! Oh!

I can't...

Cardiovascular system.

What? What?

Solar system.

Gotcha.

The brain!

I gotta get to the brain!

The brain!

The brain. What for?
You look like food.

Yeah, yeah. I'm brain food.

Brain food! Holy cow!
Why didn't you say so?

Express to the brain!

Ooh! Ah.

The brain.

Thank you.

Just as I suspected.

Pumbaa! Pumbaa!

Timon to Pumbaa.

Come in, Pumbaa!

Oh, for the love of pigs!

My word, I do believe I've
eaten my good friend Timon.

Pumbaa, the curse was...

The curse was real.

Despite my numerous warnings

you refused to believe it,

and, now, irony of all ironies,

you're in one dilly of a pickle.

No, I'm not! I'm in your...

You're in my brain.

I know.

I think I know a
way out through...

Through the gas chamber.

Ew.

Hey, I'm the
brains of this outfit!

Not anymore. In fact, I've come
to realize that over the years

you've taken advantage
of my good nature

and do not accord me
the respect I deserve.

But I digress.

First, we've got to
get you out of there.

It's a simple matter of
inducing a gaseous combustion

powerful enough to
expel you in the process.

That means I'll burp you out.

Whew.

Now, set my timer
to automatic burp.

Now, unlatch the gas
chamber door, and get in.

The rest is automatic.

Don't worry, Timon. I
know what I'm doing.

I'm the brains of the
outfit now, remember?

Oh-h*, I remember.

I should hope so, for my
intellectual integrity demands...

Geronimo!

Ha ha!

Oh, boy!

A big, fat, juicy bug!

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah!

Oh, yeah?

Well, Mr. Fist here is
itchin' to pop you one

in your great, big
warthog chops!

Who you callin' great, big?

You, ya big, stout,
stocky, stalwart swine thing

that's... that's... that's big!

Well, I'd rather be
a big, stout, stocky,

stalwart swine thing

than a... a... little,

sneaky, snaky, rat thing!

Say it. Don't spray it, ya pig.

Pig? Pig?

They call me...

Mr. Pig!

Well, they oughta call ya
Mr. About-to-get-his-sorry-butt-kicked!

Them's fightin' words, shrimp!

That's Mr. Shrimp to you.

That's Mr. Ewe to you...

Mister... sh-rimp!

Stop!

Whoop!

Stop this fighting!

I wasn't fighting. He was!

You started it!

I don't care who
started it, but it will end.

I can see where this is goin'.

You are gonna flash some baboonery
pocus-cadabra, jumbo-mumbo,

and, magicalifically,
our problem will be...

Ooh. Solved.

Wrong!

When two friends want to fight,
it can't be stopped by magic.

It can only be stopped
by the two friends.

Rafiki will show you how.

Timon, Pumbaa, I want you
to draw a picture of each other.

Oh, yeah?

And what good's
that supposed to do?

Ouch!

Now, draw!

Done.

Done!

Hmm.

Very nice.

Oh, dear.

Oh... yeah?

Oh, yeah?

Yeah!

Oola mala!

Ow! Yeow!

Ow!

Ow!

Role-playing.

I want each of you
to act like the other...

The way you see him.

Timon, you go first.

Easier done than said.

Duh, I'm Pumbaa.

I'm such a chowderhead that when a
dangerous animal is about to eat me,

all I do is sit there and say, "uh,
Timon. Uh, Timon. Uh, Timon.

Uh, Timon. Uh, Timon..."

Uh, Timon...

Yike! Yow! Ooh!

Aah! Ooh!

I'm Timon.

I'm gettin' eaten
by a crocodile.

Yipes! Youch! Ow! Hey!

Timon and Pumbaa,

each of you are to pick a doll

which you feel
represents the other.

Alrighty.

A stubborn, stinking mule!

Ha ha! Yeah!

A sneaky, slimy snake.

Yeah.

Now, speaking to the dolls,

say what you would
like to say to each other.

Eat pin, fat boy!

Oh, yeah?

Alright, now. We're going back,

back in time to yesterday,

back before you had your fight.

How do you feel
about each other?

I hate him.

Hmm.

Let us try that again.

I've now regressed you back
to your happiest time together...

Childhood.

What is wrong?

I hate him!

Uh... alright.

I've regressed you all the
way back to your previous lives.

Now how do you feel?

Yea, verily, I doth hate him.

I hatest thou, tooeth, anon.

Alright, now.

We're going to try the
simplest thing I know.

I want you two... to hug.

- Ugh...
- Yeow!

I said... hug!

My... old... pal.

My... little... buddy.

Wait a... wait a minute.

That's enough hugging.

You can... stop... now.

That's... enough... ow! Ayiie!

I give up!

No more help from Rafiki!

You two want to
fight, then fight!

Go ahead. Go ahead.
Fight! Fight! Fight!

I should have known better.

Stubborn warthog! Meerkat brat!

Let them bop each other silly.

What do I care?

Rafiki, don't care!

Gin!

Go fish!

Oh... Oy...

Oy, fighting is hard work.

And tiring.

D-ooh! It's all Rafiki's fault!

That irresponsible mook!

He told us to fight!

I say we don't listen to him.

I'm with ya on that one, pal.

Hakuna matata.

Giddy up, bestest best friend.

Yay!