03x39 - Mook Island/Cliphangers

[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 ♪

Hey, come back.
He didn't mean it.

Gee, I hope it wasn't
something I said.

You mean, like, calling the waiter a
mook when he brought you your drink?

I specifically asked for
two tiny umbrellas, not one.

Or when you called the chef a
mook for overcooking your lunch?

Bugs should be
crunchy, not soggy.

Or calling the captain a mook
for not looking out for icebergs?

You can never be too careful
when it comes to icebergs, Pumbaa.

In 95 degree weather?
In the south pacific?

Timon, did it ever
occur to you that these

problems of yours
could have been solved

without being rude?

Exactly. That crew
was way out of line.

Besides, the
customer's always right.

Being stranded in the middle of the
ocean doesn't feel very right, Timon.

Look, Pumbaa, we can continue
our vacation right over there

on that beautiful
tropical island.

Well, I don't know about this, Timon.
This island gives me the creeps.

Relax, Pumbaa. It's
just your imagination.

Then I must have a
really good imagination.

Mook. Mook. Mook...

- Aah!
- Aah!

Don't be scared, Pumbaa.
These beasts may look tough,

but I'm confident
we can take 'em.

Take 'em where?

No, I mean, we can beat 'em.

- Aah!
- Aah!

Hmm, I can't quite
place it, Timon,

but these creatures
look strangely familiar.

The only thing strange is
your sense of timing, Pumbaa.

Don't you realize we're
in big trouble here?

Now let me think.

Do they remind me of
an old uncle of mine?

Or one of my cousins?

No, that's not it.

Pumbaa, you're well on your
way to the mook hall of fame.

Do they remind me of my old
math teacher or an ex-president?

Nope, that's not it, either.

Knock it off, Pumbaa.

I'm telling you these
creepos are totally, absolutely,

and completely unlike
anything we've seen before.

But I'm sure they
resemble somebody I know.

Look what fortune has
cast upon my shore.

Hey... what's the big idea, pal?

Call off your g*ons.

Oh, no, they're not
g*ons. They're mooks.

Hey, he uses that
word, too, Timon,

only it sounds a lot
nicer when he says it.

I am Dr. Screwloose, and
you, my little good friend,

are the final piece in
my genetic experiments.

I think we've seen
this doctor before.

But... where?

Don't start that again, Pumbaa.

But I'm positive this
time. Now let me think.

Who cares, Pumbaa!

He's about to Frankenstein me

and all you can do is babble like
the big, dumb mook that you are.

Now, Timon, just because
you're about to be experimented

upon by a mad scientist,
that's no reason to be rude.

Wait, now I remember, Timon.

It was years ago in Paris.
You remember Paris, Timon.

The skies were gray,
you wore a beret.

We were at a French cafe
when you insulted our waiter

for bringing you the bugs cordon
bleu instead of the bugs jubilee.

The other waiters were so
offended by your rudeness

they asked you to
become one of them.

Just then, a strange man appeared.
He plucked off a piece of your fur...

I've got it.

And ran away.

Yes, that was me.

I saw you, the rudest
creature on earth,

and was determined to
obtain a piece of your DNA

and create an entire
race of really rude beings.

So that's who the mooks
remind me of... you, Timon.

They don't just look
like me, Pumbaa.

They are me!

Hmm.

I know what you're thinking...

"Why in the world would anyone
want to make more of him?"

I'll tell you why.

I remember it like
it was yesterday.

While on a first date with Tiffany
taft, the cutest girl in my high school,

I made the tragic mistake
of being rude to our waitress.

Tiffany said I was
the rudest boy on earth

and refused to date
someone so insensitive.

Nooooo!

From that moment, I vowed
to create a race of beings

so rude and obnoxious

that Tiffany would find
me polite by comparison.

So you became a mad scientist
just to win back your true love.

Oh, isn't that the
sweetest story

you ever heard, Timon?

No, Pumbaa. It's the stupidest,
most mookish story I've ever heard.

But I digress.

Unfortunately, my
experiments went badly.

I didn't take enough genetic
material from you in Paris.

So I've been unable
to fill the world

with creatures more
obnoxious than myself.

Uh, excuse me,
Mr. Mad scientist, sir,

but why don't you
just treat people nicer?

Gee, I never thought of that.

Oh, well, I now have what I need to
create an entire race of super mooks.

Mook. Mook. Mook...

Oh, no, you don't. Nobody's gonna
use my genes to treat people rudely,

except me.

Seize him.

Mook! Mook! Mook...

Not now, fellas. Don't do
anything I won't live to regret.

Mook! Mook! Mook!

Come on, guys. You gotta
listen to me now, because...

Well, because...
I'm your father.

Mook?

Yeah. Search your feelings,
mook. You know it to be true.

Mook!

Join me, and together we'll
rule mook island side by side...

Father and mook.

Aah!

Mook! Mook! Mook!

Don't listen to him.

You may be made from
him, but I raised you.

Join me, mook,
it is your destiny!

No,

don't... hurt me?

Now this is more like it.

Hey, guys, let's pick up
my old pal Pumbaa, too.

You won them over,
Timon, just by being nice.

It was nothin'. I mean, they're
just a bunch of dumb mooks.

Mook! Mook!

You just couldn't leave
well enough alone.

You had to go and say
the "m" word, didn't you?

Uh, old habits die hard?

You know, Pumbaa,

there's only one thing worse
than having 20 gruesome clones.

What's that, Timon?

Having 20 gruesome
clones really mad at you!

Now run!

Mook! Mook! Mook!

Quick, man the lifeboat, Pumbaa.

Oh, drat! I guess I have no
choice but to be nice to people now.

I wonder if it's too late to
have breakfast with Tiffany.

Mook?

Timon, have you heard the expression,
"if you can't say anything nice,

don't say anything at all"?

No, Pumbaa, I haven't.

But I'll bet the guy that
said it was a real mook!

Ah, here we are, Timon,

on the lovely cliffs of moher
in the beautiful south of Ireland.

Isn't the view breathtaking?

Yeah, yeah. Right.

Will you look at the
size of that worm!

Timon, Timon.

What?

I don't think you
should be doing that.

Why not?

What was that?

It was your life flashing
before your eyes, Timon.

When you're facing certain doom,
your life flashes before your eyes.

Well, what about you? You
seem pretty calm about all this.

Oh, my life is flashing
before my eyes, too.

I don't see anything.

Hey, how come you get
all the nice flashbacks,

and I get all the crummy ones?

I don't know.

Maybe it's because
I lived my life

according to the
principles of hakuna matata,

and you lived your life
like a complete mess.

Mess? Well, if it wasn't for you, we
wouldn't be in the mess we are now.

Me? What did I do?

You're the one who wanted to
see "the lovely cliffs of moher."

You're the one who
always wants to go

gallivanting around the
globe getting us into trouble.

Oh, boy, Timon, attic attica.

New York has it all, Pumbaa.

Viva Las Vegas.

Aah!

Oof!

Aha, this is it,
Pumbaa, monte Carlo.

This never would have
happened if we'd just stayed home

picking fleas out of
my fur like I wanted to.

I'm not the one who
drilled a hole in the cliff.

You're the one who always has to
come up with some harebrained idea.

I've got an idea for
an even better job.

Run for it, Pumbaa.

Pets, Pumbaa. We're gonna
become pampered pets.

The army, of course.

We'll ask Rafiki to cast
one of his magic spells...

Those were great ideas, and
every one of them would have worked

if it wasn't for your naysaying.

I won't be a part of your
unscrupulous business practices.

Come to your senses, Timon.

Could you maybe
listen to me once?

I don't think what you're
thinking is such a good idea.

Can't you just forget it?

Can't you see it goes
against the nature of things?

I told you it was a bad idea for us
to get involved in spy stuff, Timon.

Listen to me!

Naysayer?

Well, what about those
times you called me a mook?

Mook?

I never called you a mook.

Pumbaa, ya mook.

What a mook!

Mook. Mook. Mook. Mook. Mook.

I'm not the mook.

M-m-m-m-mook.

Alright, alright. But only a
mook would bring that up.

Who you calling a mook?

- You, ya mook.
- That's it.

I'm never speaking to
you again as long as I live.

Fine with me. I'd rather
go alone than with you.

That goes double for me.

Same here, pal.

What do I have to do
to get away from you?

We are no longer simpatico.

I'll go find a new best friend.

- You're obnoxious.
- Am not.

- Are, too.
- Am not.

Are, tooooo!

I'm sick of Pumbaa
this and Pumbaa that.

You never thought
I was beautiful.

But now I'm... miss perfect.

Fine, partnership over.

Hmm.

Are you saying you would
like to be alone, Timon?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Whee...

This is a perfect
game for us, rocky.

So what do you
want to do now, pal?

I miss my buddy Timon.

I'm nothing without
that big, fat warthog.

I hope he gets over
this alone thing quickly.

He's left me here
all by myself alone.

Ah.

Pumbaa, I need you.

Help me! Help me!

I made a promise to Pumbaa,
and a buddy always keeps his word.

It's okay if there are things you
like that I don't and vice versa.

We know we can count on
each other, right, pal o' mine?

Me and you, bestest best
friends. You're my best bud.

I'm proud of you, buddy.

Ohhh!

Hmm.

I don't need fame and fortune,
but I need my bestest best friend.

Hey, I won free tickets
for me and a friend.

Who else would I ask?

Wow, Timon, very impressive.

You must be the
smartest guy I know.

You're the smartest, craftiest,
most intelligent guy I know.

We've been bestest best
friends as long as I can remember.

We did it!

Yippee. Whoo-hoo!

High five.

Ooh!

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

It was all my fault.

No, it wasn't.

Yes, it was.

That's okay. It doesn't matter.
You're still my bestest, best friend.

My bestest, bestest,
best, best friend.

Pumbaa, if I'm gonna go, I'd
rather go with you than go alone.

Same here, pal. Ooh.

Hey!

Try to think of all
the good times,

like remember all the great stuff we
used to pull out from behind our backs?

Timon, that's it.

Maybe there's something behind
our backs we can use to save us.

Yes, yes.

You mook, that last
one was a parachute.

It's no use, Timon,
we're doomed!

Uh-oh, looks like rain.

Oh, gee, as if things
weren't bad enough.

I guess this is good-bye, old
pal. I'm gonna miss you, Timon.

Pumbaa, we're okay.

Did I miss something?

Hey, look what I found.

It's that worm I was after.

Halfsies?

You got it, pal.

Ah... life is good.

Oy.