03x34 - Timoncchio/Ghost Boosters

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♪ 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 ♪

- Are too.
- Am not.

- Are too.
- Am not.

- Are too.
- Am not.

You are too 1,000 times.

I am not... infinity.

You are too...
infinity plus one.

I am not... infinity plus two.

You are too...
infinity plus three.

Why all this counting?

Oh, it's the usual warthog is
jealous of meerkat's success.

I am not jealous, Rafiki.

You see, I won the regional
bug catching contest today.

I think I have a trophy
here some place.

Oh. Here it is.

You should have seen me, Rafiki.
Those bugs didn't have a chance.

You can float like a
butterfly or sting like a bee,

but you still gonna end
up as lunch for me. Ha ha.

Ah, you should have seen those
other wannabe bug catchers.

None of 'em could
compete with me.

I left them in my dust.

And now, it's just me and
my well deserved trophy

alone to dance the night away.

Ahem.

Anyway. Pumbaa, the
second place runner up,

has a problem with my winning.

That's not true.

I only have a problem because
you keep bragging about winning.

Timon, the humble
man is the better man.

It is not nice to brag.

That doesn't apply to
me. First off, I'm not a man.

Second, I never brag,
I merely observe facts.

And if it is a fact that I
am great, I cannot help it.

Ooh, that's more bragging.

I bet you couldn't stop bragging
for even one day, Timon.

Do I hear a challenge?

Okay. If I brag today...

Ooh, I don't know...
my tail should grow.

Deal?

Deal! Now, let's find
some bugs, I'm starving.

As if my tail will really grow.
What a mook Pumbaa is. Ha!

So be it. If you do
brag, your tail shall grow.

Ow! Hey.

Mmm.

Hey, Pumbaa, I ought to
be out in front, you know,

on account of how I am the number
one champion king of all bug catchers.

Are you bragging, Timon? It
sure sounds like you're bragging.

I was not.

My tail! It's so long.

How could this happen?

The challenge has become real.

For whenever you
brag, your tail shall grow.

Why you meddling little...

Hey, Rafiki, what
happened to you?

I am to be your guide.

For if Pumbaa sees
your tail has grown,

you'll lose your challenge.

Hmm. Well, then,
how do I fix it?

First, you begin
by not bragging.

And then...

Mmm. Spicy.

Oh. Hey, Timon.
You having pasta?

Ooh. How 'bout if I grab some
of those big brown crawlies,

and we can have
spaghetti and meat bugs.

Pumbaa, I can't give you any.

Well, why not, Timon?

Well, you see, uh,

I'm trying to, uh, set the world's
record for eating spaghetti.

Yeah. Hee hee. That's it.

I'm out to prove I can eat
more spaghetti than anyone,

which I already know
because I'm great.

You see, a champion
at one sport will

often be a champion
at other sports, too.

You see, I... oh, no!

Timon, if I didn't know better
I'd think you were bragging.

Ooh.

My tummy's kinda buggin'
me. Excuse me a second.

Take your time.

Pooey! Ack!

Of all the rotten things
to happen to me. Sheesh.

Hey, Pumbaa, I was not bragging.

Sure, Timon.

Well, then, if you won't
believe me, why do I need you?

What would I,
world's greatest bug

catcher want with a
stupid warthog anyway?

I'm the best all by myself.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh is right.

Ooh. 'Bout time I started
looking out for numero uno macho.

That's me.

No time for losers

'cause I am the
champion of the world.

Champion bragger alright.

I don't need you.

You.

Where have you been?

It appears Pumbaa ate me.

Ha. Big deal.

I got real problems here.

So tell me how to
get rid of all this tail.

Ooh. The problem has grown.

Aah!

What do I do?

To stay ahead of that tail,

oh, you better brag like
you've never bragged before.

Timon?

Timon?

Thought I heard him scream.

Ooh. Another one of
those spicy crickets.

Mmm.

People like me. They
really, really like me.

Ooh. Hey. I was
always mom's favorite.

Am I ever a genius.
Whoo hoo! Aah! Aah!

Not a salt flat! Eee-yeow!

Oh, hey, Timon. Where you been?

Around.

Are you okay?

You don't look so good.

I mean, you haven't been the
same since we made that challenge.

It's as if you keep looking over
your shoulder for something.

Why would I need to
look over my shoulder?

Are you saying that
I've been bragging?

Haven't you figured out that
I'm the very picture of modesty?

Pumbaa, my middle
name is Mr. Humility.

When it comes to being humble,
I am in a league of my own! Got it!

Okay, Timon.

But that sounds an
awful lot like bragging.

Boy, it takes you much
pain to learn your lesson, no?

You are on your own this time.

Aah! Pumbaa! Pumbaa,
you gotta help me.

Have you been bragging?

Whatever gave you that idea?

Timon, I think your
ego is out of control.

Aah! Help me! Help me!

I thought you said about five
times today that you don't need me.

I'm sorry. I was just...

Okay, I forgive you, Timon.

But I should tell
you... I'm slipping.

So what do I gotta
do to make this stop?

You've got to be honest
with yourself and Pumbaa.

Okay, okay. I brag sometimes. I
think I'm the greatest there ever was.

Then maybe I am.

Aah! No! Wait! I'm sorry.

I brag way too much and I'm a blowhard
and a windbag and I have a really,

really long tail because of it.

There, I said it.

Oh, hello, Rafiki.

Say, I've been eating crickets
all-day that look just like you.

Oops.

Was it worth it?

Did Timon learn his lesson?

After that? Duh, yes.

As a matter of fact,

I'm thinking Pumbaa really proved
he was a heck of a friend today.

Second place as a bug
catcher, but first place as a friend.

Oh, thanks, Timon. Now, come
on, let's go catch some bugs.

So, we're going to put
it all behind us, yes?

Would you do
something about that?

Huh? Oh. I'm sorry.

Careful. You're never supposed to
blow that hard your head will explode.

What is the matter with...

Eew.

You know, I sense that you
are extra grumpy lately, Timon.

What's wrong?

Oh, it's just that
I can't sleep!

What I wouldn't
give for a comfy bed.

Hey, Timon, look at this.

Please. My stomach.

No, there's an ad.

Ghost mashers needed
to stay in extremely

haunted mansion
and evict ghosts.

Mansion? Some crackpot
who imagines he has ghosts

is gonna pay us to stay in his swanky
mansion with great big comfy beds?

That's it. Sleep at last.

I don't know, Timon. Ghosts
are supposed to be scary.

Won't you be afraid?

There's no such thing as ghosts.

And anyway, I'm
not afraid of nothing.

Oh, that's not true, Timon.

I happen to know you are
afraid of great big winged bugs,

with sharp stingers, ooh, and
those monsters with the tentacles

like we've seen in the movies,

aliens with huge, ugly...

Alright. Save it.

We've got a job to apply
for, as ghost mashers.

Hold on, hold on.

I'm coming.

Yes?

Not now, I'm trancing.

Sir, your house is completely
possessed and terrorized,

by a tortured soul,

especially here in the bedroom.

Whoo! Is this a new mattress?

I'm sorry, Sonny,
but, uh, who are you?

Timon the mystical, spirit cop.

I make ghosts tremble in fear.

Aah!

Sir, Timon doesn't really...

Take checks. Cash only.

Eh, now, let's talk about
your case, my good man,

while my associate
here gets to work.

You know, he's a renowned
spirit psychologicalist.

I am?

Yes.

Pah!

Mmm. I have to admit

I do sense something
around here.

So, to properly evict the ghost, we'll
have to stay overnight. Alone. Solo.

You must vamoose.

Are you sure? Why can't I stay?

Oh, it's gonna be ugly, mister.

This ghoulie you got is vicious.

Oh, he probably just
had a bad childhood.

Aah! Ooh.

Now, don't come
back till after sun up.

Thanks for your business.

About there not being
ghosts... I could be wrong.

Timon, you're not
afraid of ghosts,

you're afraid of great big
winged bugs with sharp stingers.

Ooh, yes. Like that. Just
like that. Very creative.

Do you feel you never lived
up to your creative potential?

Come on. I'm not leaving till
we get through to his inner ghost.

I'll be deep down
he's a big softy.

Well, he acts like a big pointy.

Oh, Mr. Ghost.
Mr. Underprivileged,

unable to express
your true feelings ghost.

Yoo hoo!

Pumbaa you're taking this
psychobabble stuff way too seriously.

You know, sometimes
you can tell where a ghost is

if you feel a... c-c-cold spot?

Oh, I see. You just need to
understand who you really are.

Timon, are you forgetting again
this is not what you're afraid of?

You're afraid of those
tentacled monsters

like we've seen in the
scary movies, remember?

He's laughing.

You two have really hit it off.

Oh, we hit it off alright... With
him doing most of the hitting.

But that's nothing compared
to what I'm gonna do to him.

Timon, are you in there?

Are you and the ghost spending
some quality time together?

No. I found a spell in here

to send your ghost to the
other side where it belongs.

B-B-But wait. You can't.

Don't mess with me.

Hmm. I wonder if these
dragon pimples are fresh.

Where is the expiration date?

Timon, don't. He
just needs more time.

I can get through to him.

Go ahead and try. He'll
be here any second.

Hocus pocus, pudding
and pie, get your big, fat

ghost butt up here
before I spit in your eye.

Hurry, ectoplasm for brains.

Prepare to meet your doom.

His therapy isn't done yet.

Did I do it?

Oh, you did it, alright.
Now you're possessed.

I think you two have a
co-dependency problem.

You... come... out of there.

Yeah? Take over
my body, will ya?

Can you feel the magic?

Whoa!

Touché.

That's it.

You're out of here, ghostie.

No! You'll explode your head.

No!

Eeew!

Now I gotcha.

G-h-o-s-t-i

now it's time to say good-bye.

I did it! That ghost is toast!

He never had a chance.
Don't you see, Timon?

All he wanted was
to be accepted.

Good morning, sir. My
work here is finished.

Thanks to my butt-kicking
expertise, this house is ghost free.

Oh, you don't say?

Well, this is just the way
I hoped it would turn out...

Back when I placed that ad.

It's you. You
placed the ad. Why?

I wanted to prove to myself
that I could really be scary.

And you were right, all I needed
was a little positive reinforcement

about who I really am, you see?

A horrible, scary ghost.

Are we feeling empowered?

But... but the spell?

Next time use fresh dragon
pimples. But don't worry, I owe you.

I expect you boys to stay
here as long as you want.

I know you wanted
to get some sleep.

Isn't that great, Timon?

You can finally relax.

Good night, Timon.

Good night, well adjusted ghost.