02x20 - Beast of Eden/Sense & Senegambia

[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 ♪

Ohh.

Oy, I'm so hungry, I
could eat a horsefly.

Horseflies are scarce
right now, Timon.

In fact, most bugs are scarce now
that rainy season is almost here.

It's just an expression.

Being hungry sure
makes you cranky, Timon.

You should try a
more positive outlook.

Ya-hoo!

That was fast.

Look, meals on wheels.

Mmm.

Ha! Hey, Pumbaa,
this reminds me.

What's the last thing that
goes through a bug's mind

when it hits the
windshield? Huh? It's his...

Aah!

What's the big idea?

Quiet, Timon.

Ooh!

What the hakuna matata was that?

That's a distress call, Timon.

There are warthogs in trouble.

I've gotta help.

Ow! Hey, Pumbaa, wait up!

Come on, Pumbaa.
Wait up, will ya?

Pumbaa!

Gee, thanks for waiting, Pumbaa.

Doy.

What's this, mooksville?

That's the warthog sounder.

The warthog what-er?

Warthogs live in a family
group called a sounder, Timon.

Like a meerkat
colony, but for warthogs.

Yeah, yeah. Well, the sounder
looks pretty safe and sounder to me.

Guineafowl.

Huh? Guineafowl?

The warthogs natural
enemy and worst nightmare.

They must be after the
sounder's supply of bugs.

Let me get this straight.

You turkeys are chicken
of a bunch of chickens?!

Those chickens can strip the
flesh off a hog in ten seconds.

We're leaving.

I can't leave, Timon.

I've gotta help. Answering the call
of the sounder is my inborn instinct.

Pumbaa, with you,
everything is in-stink.

Oh, man.

I think I gave myself a hernia.

Whoo. Eeee.

Pumbaa...

Shh. Don't agitate
the guineafowl, Timon.

- Ouch. Ow.
- Gotcha.

Ohh.

Whoa!!

Timon, catch me.

Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.

Uh, thanks, Timon.

Ahh, no problem.

It's useless. There's no
one out there, no one to help.

- Let's leave.
- We can't leave.

The Guinea fowl'll eat the bugs
before we're an inch out the door,

not to mention us, too.

And we'd never last
through the rainy season

without our supply
of bugs. We'll starve!

Let's stay.

We can't stay.

This riverbed will fill up in
no time, and we'll all drown.

Enough!

The storm is not upon us yet.

Sorry.

You're right.

Yeah, sorry.

Stop fretting
and start thinking.

You can't expect the solution
to just fall right out of the sky.

Answering distress
call and ready for duty.

Pumbaa?

- Pumbaa?
- Pumbaa?

Pumbaa?

Sharla?

Oh, Pumbaa, it's been so long.

I see you've been
voted head hog.

But I've never forgotten you.

Nor I you.

Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute here.

Time out. Hold it.
Stop. Everything stop.

Let me get this straight.

You know her. She knows you.

They know you.

What's goin' on here?!

Timon, this is my old sounder,

the one from which
I was banished.

You were banished
for a reason, Mr. Stinky.

You smell.

Look, Pumbaa, we may be in trouble,
but not enough to want you back.

Well, you're a
fine bunch to talk.

You've done nothing
but twiddle your hooves

while brave and steadfast Pumbaa

and his equally brave
and steadfast friend

risked life and
limb to arrive here,

only with the darkness
of night to protect them.

Hey, she's good.

Give Pumbaa a chance.

He answered the call, and
that must mean he has a plan.

So, Pumbaa, what's your plan?

The, uh, plan is...

Uh, we... turn to Timon and ask
him. He's the brains of the outfit.

To get rid of Guinea fowl,
you gotta think like Guinea fowl.

Now think.

What are those chickens
afraid of the most?

Ahhheeeeahhh!

Aah!

That wasn't a very
good plan, Timon.

Ha. Don't you worry.

We'll get rid of those fowl before
there's a drop of foul weather.

Ha! Oy.

Humph.

Timon, stop with the funny
and make with the brainy.

Guinea fowl are nothing to laugh
about. You've got to make them go away.

Go away!

You will now leave the area.

Under penalty of law, you
are ordered to disperse.

I said, go away! Go
on, git outta here.

Beat it. Scram.
Vamoose. Splitsville!

Come on, would ya go already?

They're not listening, Timon.

Well, then, I'll
make them listen.

You will listen to me.

You will run a long,

long, long way away from here.

I will listen to you.

I will run a long, long
way away from here.

That wasn't a very
good plan, either, Timon.

Don't worry. I've got it.

Oh, yeah? Got what?

A Guinea fowl
distress call horn.

I blow it, they'll think there's
trouble, and, voom, off they run.

Then we make with the bug supply

and head for high
ground. Genius, huh?

That's pure genius, Timon.

That's why he's the
brains of the outfit.

Sound the horn. Sound
the horn. Go ahead.

Do it. Do it. Show 'em.

Yay.

Tomorrow, the monsoons
will start. We're doomed!

Now what are we gonna
do, Mr. Brains-of-the-outfit?

Yeah, what?

Uh, yes. Obviously we
need some kind of thingy

that's big enough
to carry all your bugs

and yet fast enough to
outrun the Guinea fowl.

Yeah, right.

And do you know where
we're gonna find this,

kind of thingy?

Yes.

This better be good.

You brought me all the
way back out here for this?!

Talk about your fixer-uppers.

It's perfect! Big enough
to carry all the bugs,

fast enough to outrun
the Guinea fowl...

And broken enough
to take us weeks to fix.

Boo.

Unless, of course, one
of us were a certifiable,

automechanical fixer-upper-er.

Ta-da!

Certifiable, automechanical
fixer-upper-er at your service!

What took you so long?

Eee!

Aiy!

Timon, you look exhausted.

Shut up!

Oh, Pumbaa! For years, I
thought I'd never see you again.

And now you're here,
willing to risk your life

for the very sounder
that banished you.

You are the bravest, kindest, most
compassionate warthog I've ever known!

I'm just a hog, baby,

a hog who's got a thing for you.

Always have. Always will.

Hey, talk's cheap.

How 'bout putting your
money where your mouth is?

It's about time you settled
down, don't you think?

So I'll give it to you straight.

I want you back in the sounder.

You belong here with us.

You belong here... with me.

You're flying in
the clouds, sister.

You know I could never go back.

I'm a wanderer, a lone hog
on the road to heartbreak.

But that's the hand I was
dealt, so I gotta play it.

Besides, you can't wear that
thing on your nose forever.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Whoo!

All systems go!

I guess this is it.

I don't know what
to say except...

Excuse me!

That wasn't you. It was thunder.

Which means it's
gonna pour any minute.

Would you come on?!

You'll see sharla at the
rendezvous point later.

Right now we better haul bugs!

Ha! "Haul bugs"! Ha!

If I don't get on that
Jeep now, I'll regret it.

Maybe not today.
Maybe not tomorrow.

Maybe not the third
Thursday of every other month,

but for the rest of my life.

Oh, Pumbaa.

Oh, puh-lease!

Would you come on already?

Ha ha! Eat dust, birdbrains!

Aah! Ohh ohh! Uhh! Ooh! Uhh!

Uhh! Get off!

Uhh! Scram!

Take... uhh!

Tah! Duh!

Pumbaa, who's driving?!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! We're toast, Pumbaa! Rye!

Aah! It's over!

It's over!

Hit the turbo super charger.

Ooh ohh! Eee!

Brakes! Hit the brakes!

Yaah!

Ohh!

Hey, Pumbaa, these
aren't bugs. They're...

Firecrackers.

I know! I switched
'em before we left.

You what?

Face it, Timon. None
of your plans worked,

so I thought, if we could fake
out the Guinea fowl with fake bugs,

the sounder could get
away with the real bugs.

Ohh! Now what?

That wasn't a
distress call, Timon.

That call means
the trouble is over.

Everything is safe and sounder!

Ugh! You!

You know, I don't even know
why I helped you hogs out.

There was nothing in it for me.

What was the point?

There was no point!
No point! No point!

Why, what do you mean, Timon?

You get to have a hot meal,
and you get to keep this cool Jeep!

Crud!