03x35 - Stay Away from my Honey!/Sitting Pretty Awful

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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 ♪

Ah. Lounges, ladies,
and larvae lemonade.

Now this is hakuna matata.

Hey, what kind of mook...
moo... moo ooh hoo hoo!

I'm so sorry. I'm such a klutz.

Hey, you're Leslie lambeau,
world-famous supermodel

and spokesperson for
ads that make us think

we'll look like you if we buy
the worthless junk you're selling.

Aren't you just a darling
for recognizing me.

Thank you.

I've seen your commercials
for those fat-free potato chips,

though I don't use them
myself. Hee hee hee hee hee.

You look pretty buff to
me. And what's your name?

Yah!

Stay away from
my honey, or I'll...

Oh, pay no attention to
him. He's not my boyfriend.

That's wonderful!

I said hello to him by the pool,
and now he thinks I like him.

But, I do hope to
see you around.

Timon, my tummy feels all funny.

It's just the larvae lemonade.

No, Timon. I
think I'm... in love!

Pumbaa, that
woman is not for you!

You're from 2 different worlds, 2
different species, for crying out loud!

You're like Romeo and Juliet.

You're like 2 ships
that pass in the night.

Well, more like a ship and a barge,
but you're star-crossed lovers, Pumbaa,

and besides, with
that bear lurking

about, falling in love
with Leslie lambeau

is more dangerous than wearing
meat underwear to a dog show!

You're going to stay away from
her, and that, as they say, is that!

Pumbaa, hold the ice bucket.

We can make larvae
lemonade in our room.

Hello, Ms. Lambeau.

Oh, don't be silly. Call
me Leslie, sweetheart.

Okay, Leslie sweetheart.

Eh, Pumbaa, ignore her,
will ya? Let me remind you

this ice cube
could be your head.

I hope to see you at dinner.

Mmm!

Fools rush in, Pumbaa, where
wise warthogs fear to tread.

Yeah, isn't it great?

Where's my honey?

I don't think he's
calling room service!

Yike!

Where's your
little ratlike friend?

He better stay
away from my honey!

Don't worry about Timon, Mr. Bear.
He said that Leslie is a dangerous dog.

Oh, he did, did he?

Where is my honey?

She's at dinner
awaiting her true love.

Oh. Okay, then.

I better not disappoint her.

Wait for me!

Aaaaah!

Psst!

Oh, pardon me.

Ooh!

Ooh!

Yaaaaaah!

She loves me not!

She loves me!

I knew it! She loves me!

And it is time that I let her
know that I love her also.

Leslie, you're the greatest thing that's
happened to me since bug pudding.

I... no, Pumbaa! Pumbaa,
Pumbaa, Pumbaa!

Get a grip on yourself before
that bear gets a grip on both of us!

Timon, I must do this.

As I was saying, from
the moment I saw you,

I've thought of nothing else,

not even those big
juicy 1,000-leg bugs.

You know, the ones
with all the little feet?

Oh, Pumbaa, I do like you,
but I don't like you like you.

I'd like to like you like
you, but it's not likely.

You do understand,
don't you, Pumbaa?

Uh... not really.

Nobody better be messing
with my honey in there!

Stay away from my honey!

You leave Pumbaa
alone, you big brute!

And stop calling me your honey!

Mr. Bear, I am
not your girlfriend.

But by the pool, you...

All I said was hi.

So, you're not my honey?

No. I just want to be friends.

Friends...

With both of you.

I'm sorry.

I did not realize my love
for you was unrequited.

I am disappointed, but rather
than trouble you anymore,

I'll be a gentleman and leave
while I still have some dignity.

He knows Pumbaa loves
her! He's gonna k*ll Pumbaa!

Please, Mr. Bear.
Please don't k*ll my buddy.

He didn't mean to fall in
love with Leslie lambeau.

You're probably gonna k*ll us
both now, so just get it over with.

Huh?

Pumbaa, this is our chance.

Let's go to our room and push all
the furniture up against the door.

No, Timon! This poor
bear needs our help.

He's heartbroken over losing
Leslie. Isn't that right, Mr. Bear?

Uh-huh.

Well, you just go ahead
and have a good cry.

Have a good cry.
Way to go, Pumbaa.

But a good cry
can be very healing.

There, there, Mr. Bear.
You're not alone.

If anyone knows about
heartbreak, it's me.

I once loved a beautiful
warthog from afar.

One day I heard she
was moving away.

I decided to tell
her how I felt,

but I caught laryngitis,
and all I could say was

agh... agh... agh...

I never saw her again.

In fact, she moved a day early.

That's nothin'. I too
loved a beautiful warthog.

Coincidentally, she
too was moving away.

I did tell her how I felt
about her, but she said,

"I don't like you. I like
your friend Pumbaa,

even though he goes
agh... agh... agh..."

Why didn't you tell me, Timon?

What, and have you two moonin'
around in front of me? No way!

Why, you...

Don't think about what you've
lost. Think about what you still have,

each other.

There, now. Feel better?

Do you feel better?

Hmm. Little bit.

I had to get it
out of my system.

It's good to cry, even
for big, tough guys like us.

Now, let's go get
a hot bug sundae.

Well, I...

I really wanna thank you guys.

You're real pals.

Wow, honey, I can't believe you
found a babysitter at the last minute.

Yes, but I did have to scrape
the bottom of the barrel.

So, where is the little nipper?

Oh, aren't they cute, Timon?

Yeah, whatever.

Don't worry about a thing. You
two crazy kids have a great time.

Your precious little
darlings will be just fine.

Let the good times roll.

What are you doing, Timon?

Can't you see? I'm babysitting.

Timon, we don't know
anything about babysitting.

Sure, we do. We got cable
TV... A full fridge... a hot tub...

A cushy couch, and 5 bucks an hour.
What could be more hakuna matata?

But what about the kids, Timon?

Kids need nurturing,
attention, and care.

Nonsense. They eat, they
sleep, they watch t.V. It's a full life.

They're gone, Timon!

What do you mean,
"they're gone, Timon"?

As in they're not here, Timon.

Aaaah! Uh-oh.

Uh-h*!

Yeow!

No!

You have to be more responsible.

Taking care of children
requires love, Patience, and...

Yeah, yeah, I get the point.

Where do you think
you're going, buster?

Aw, poor baby.

What's he doin'?

He's crying, Timon.

Well, tell him to stop.
He's making me nervous.

They're all doin' it!

They're probably just hungry.

Little children need
to be nourished.

Here, have a bug.

They don't eat bugs,
Timon. They eat formula.

Where are we gonna find formula?

There's probably some
in the fridge in bottles.

Back, back, I say,
you cursed creatures.

You can't give it to
them cold, Timon.

It could upset
their little tummies.

You have to heat it up first.

Picky, picky.

Hold it, Timon! It might be too hot.
You have to check the temperature first.

How do I do that?

You just sprinkle a
little on your wrist.

Like this?

Yeow!

Uh, too hot, Timon?

Yeah. Just a touch
on the warm side.

Ooh!

That's it.

Last drop.

Good job.

Oy, I can't believe how
much those things can eat.

Maybe they're going
through a growth spurt.

Pumbaa, Pumbaa,
they're doing it again.

They probably have gas, Timon.

That sounds like your
department, Pumbaa.

Oh, babies have
delicate digestive systems,

and you have to burp
them after they eat.

Burp them? Why can't
they burp themselves?

I got things to do.

It's easy. You just pick them
up and pat them on the back.

See?

Now, isn't that... eww!

Easy.

Here we go. All
cleaned and pressed.

Eww! What's that smell?

What did you do, Pumbaa?

Wasn't me. The poor little tykes
probably need their diapers changed.

Why don't you check, Timon?

Me! Why should I do it?

Because you have
opposable thumbs and I don't.

Cursed by evolution.

Oh, sweet mother of night!

It couldn't be that bad.

Aaah!

"And so Ulysses ended the
w*r, and peace reigned forever."

Sleep, sleep, I command thee.

Now what?!

They're probably just overtired.

Overtired? How
can you be overtired?

You're tired, you go to sleep.

Am I missing something?

I think you're overtired, Timon.

So, what do we do now, Mr. Know-it-all,
answer man, child-rearing expert?

I have no idea. I guess
we'll have to entertain them.

How do we do that!

Toys! Find toys. Kids love toys.

Hi, kids. I'm Mr. Fun.
Heh heh heh.

Eh... ahem.

Hey, look at me. I'm
mister action figure.

I do all sorts of cool things.

Come on, you lousy...

I think you're
scaring them, Timon.

Please, please
stop. I'm begging you.

Here. Money, I'll
give you money!

It's not working, Timon.

I can't take this anymore!

So, you think that's funny, huh?

Timon, they've stopped crying.

You're right. It must have
been something I did. Hmm.

Pumbaa, give me a mallet.

I think I'm on to something.

Hmm. Let's see.

Hey, what's that?

Come on, Pumbaa. Help me here.

Uh, hey, Timon? Oh,
look out for that, uh, gorilla.

Gorilla? What gorilla?

Timon, Timon.

What? Can't you
see I'm on a roll here?

They're asleep, Timon.

They wore themselves
out laughing.

Phew.

Oy!

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Exactly.

Mom, dad? I never realized
how hard it was raising me.

Mom? Dad? Thanks for everything.

If there's anything
you ever need...

I can't thank you enough.

Mom, dad? I love you.